novelraw Chapter 1568: 1654: Invincible With Me Here
Chapter 1568: 1654: Invincible With Me Here
Capítulo 1568: Chapter 1654: Invincible With Me Here
The Earth-level assassin sensed danger and instinctively turned his head, but Chen Nan’s Sky-cutting Sword Finger had already pierced through his skull in an instant, extracting his Sea of Consciousness memory in the process.
Gaining the assassin’s memory, Chen Nan smiled faintly and disappeared into the mist of the Primordial Forest amidst a cry of agony.
Just as he vanished, an Earth-level assassin from the Blood Killing Sect arrived. Witnessing his companion’s death, his face changed, looking somewhat grim.
The Blood Killing Sect’s Fifth Level of the Immortal Domain is in no way weaker than other sects’ Sixth or Seventh Level, yet against Chen Nan, they were powerless. With just one ambush, they were slain.
“Chen Nan, I want you dead.”
The assassin held a ball of blood flame, which leapt onto the corpse. The corpse quickly withered into a dried husk, then, assailed by the poison mist, turned into powder in an instant.
After doing this, the assassin collected his companion’s Storage Ring and Immortal Artifact, then stood up, his eyes flickering with blood hues, looking into the distance.
After leaving the original spot, Chen Nan paused after approximately several kilometers.
He frowned, having known something was amiss, yet never expected the opposing side to arrive so swiftly and with such composure.
Standing within the mist was a middle-aged man, watching him coldly and calmly, as if he had been waiting there for him all along.
“You seem confident.”
Chen Nan glanced at the man in the distance and smiled coldly.
This man was likely at the Seventh Level of the Immortal Domain, with a faint blood-colored light burning on him, preventing the poison mist from approaching.
Standing there, he seemed to be blending into the poison mist. If not seen with one’s own eyes, one wouldn’t realize there was someone there.
“Of course, killing you without any loss is impossible. In fact, you shouldn’t have struck so hastily—you’ll regret it soon enough.”
Nangong Ye, as a Heavenly Level assassin, saw the Immortal Domain’s Tenth Layer as little pressure.
Thus he remained composed, always waiting for Chen Nan to walk into the trap. When Chen Nan ambushed the Earth-level assassin, he noticed but didn’t rush to help, knowing well that the strike was too quick to be stopped.
“Regret?”
Chen Nan shrugged, unconcerned.
He actually found the cultivation techniques of the Blood Killing Sect peculiar but couldn’t pinpoint exactly where.
“Heh, come, let’s test your strength.”
Nangong Ye gave an insidious smile and quickly attacked, aiming to kill Chen Nan.
He initially planned an ambush but realized Chen Nan had managed to ambush one of his own, instantly understanding that Chen Nan’s strength within the Immortal Domain was extraordinary, and dispersed, those four Earth-level ones couldn’t deal with him.
A single Earth-level assassin dying could be replenished by the Blood Killing Sect, but losing four, the burden would be too great.
Since Qingtian Sect and Liangji Sect were involved in this matter, there was no need for excessive loss—one death sufficed.
“Such speed.”
Chen Nan thought to himself, carrying countless Spiritual Liquids and Immortal Herbs, his Essence Blood loss quickly replenished, and his blood was beyond the likes of the Blood Killing Sect members.
Having captured the Earth-level assassin’s memory, he gained some insight into the Blood Killing Sect’s current task, now slightly curious about the Supreme Elder’s strength.
Nan Tian monarch of Qingtian Sect and Wuji Heavenly Monarch—these two would go to such lengths against him, which was unexpected.
Nangong Ye as a Heavenly Level assassin, along with two other Heavenly Level assassins distracting Liu Tiantian and Fire Qilin, meant that he was the strongest here.
“Boom”
Chen Nan’s speed was not slow either. When Nangong Ye’s Immortal Artifact attacked, his Phoenix Wings Gold-plated Mace was unleashed.
In mere breaths, his body’s Immortal Essence Power erupted, wielding great strength as the Phoenix Wing Mace descended from the void.
“Clang”
Metal clashing.
The two Immortal Artifacts collided together, creating a rippling energy wave, like dropping a stone in a tranquil lake, instantly severing the towering trees around them.
Nangong Ye attacked, and Chen Nan hurriedly responded. Though he blocked the attack, the opponent’s Immortal Artifact forced him back a few steps.
Chen Nan felt puzzled; Nangong Ye’s power seemed strange.
Searching a portion of the Earth-level assassin’s memory earlier revealed many secret techniques of the Blood Killing Sect, but he couldn’t determine the reason for now.
He watched Nangong Ye’s immortal power rising continuously, like a tide, gathering towards his Immortal Artifact.
“Crack Sky Hand.”
Chen Nan’s hands trembled with numbness and immediately displayed the Crack Sky Hand.
The Crack Sky Hand implied splitting Heaven and Earth, shattering the firmament’s meaning, immense in power—though Chen Nan wasn’t using it for attack at that moment.
His powerful immortal power fluctuated, turning his right hand golden with a terrifying aura as he grasped the Phoenix Wing Mace and unleashed the Eighteen Ways of Tang against Nangong Ye.
The Primordial Qi between Heaven and Earth instantly became turbulent; the poison mist in the Sea of Poison Fog was shaken open, nearby Immortal-level demon beasts, previously attempting to seize an opportunity.
But seeing the strength of these two, they immediately fled into the distance.
The Eighteen Ways of Tang were mighty; Chen Nan unleashed seventeen moves upon Nangong Ye, forcing him back rapidly, his complexion paling further.
“This Tang Technique is formidable, but it seems there’s a final move yet to be executed. If it’s merely this, it’ll soon be my turn to attack.”
Nangong Ye smiled coldly.
In the Sea of Poison Fog, the mist affects a cultivator’s immortal power conduction; for Chen Nan to unleash seventeen moves of the Tang Technique consecutively had shocked him deeply.
Though his face showed no expression, he actually consumed immense Essence Blood resisting the latter three moves out of the seventeen.
“Blood God Slaughter.”
Nangong Ye’s Blood Qi surged even more frenziedly, his whole being seemingly turning into a Blood Gourd, sensing the imminent execution of Chen Nan’s eighteenth move, which he might be unable to withstand.
“Heaven and Earth Unification!”
Just as Nangong Ye was about to unleash Blood God Slaughter, Chen Nan suddenly circulated his entire immortal power, far more grandly than before, executing the Eighteen Ways of Tang’s most powerful move.
“Just a display!”
Chen Nan sneered, his killing aura soaring to the skies.
As he swung the Phoenix Wing Mace, countless attacks exploded in the range he and Nangong Ye occupied. Even this Seventh Level Immortal Domain Heavenly Level assassin with impressive defense was smashed down by Chen Nan from the air, a blood shower fell.
“You…”
Fear filled his eyes, but alas, he failed to utter a single word as his body was shattered by Chen Nan’s Phoenix Wing Mace, crashing to the ground, becoming a heap of flesh, utterly dead.
(Recommended: a friend’s new book “Cultivation Mad Youth in School”. My own new book will likely be released in one to two months.)
㸘㦭㡏䅚㦟䔭䙫
蘆
㡏㞕䨀㩅䙆䨀
擄
魯
㙻䙆㦭
䨀䒫
爐
㙻㯮㡏
魯
䙆䨀䗱䈦㡏㵠䙆㦭
盧
㡌㩅䈦䨀䙆㿳
䈦䬖䅚䙆䅚
㩅㸘䅚㦭
老
㡏䈷䅚㸘䔭㮡䔭㙻䠓䅚㩅㦭㙻㦭
䙆㦭䨀㼉㩅㩅
盧
䔭㡌䙆㸘㵠䨀㩅䈦
㦭䅚㙻䙫䔢㦭䙫
䒫㸘䨀
㵣䨀
㸘䒫䨀
㡌㩅䠓䙆㦭䨀
䠓䨀䠓䅚䔭㵠
䠓䅚㮡䔭
㡏䒫㩅
㩅㦭
㸘䙫䒫䒫㸘䗱䅚
㸘䅚䅚
䙫㦭㦭䔢㙻䅚䙫
㸘䨀䒫
䅚㮡㦭䗱䙆
㙻㦭
㙻㦭䙆
䨀䙫䈦㮡㸘䔭䗱䨀㵠䔭䈦
䍅䨀䔭䅚䛓㮡䨀
㩅䨀㿳䈦䙆䈦
䒫㩴㦭䨀
㸘䔭㦭㦭䗱䙫㩅
䨀㩅㿳䔭䈦䈦
路
䅚䔭㦭㦟㙻㸘㦭䈦䗱㮡䨀㸘䗱㵠
䒫㪙䨀㦭㡌㩅䗱䨀䈷
䔭䔭䙫㙻㩅䨀䙫䙆㦭
㸘䔭䯚䒫㙻
䨀㙻䈦䒫䋰䔭䯚㼉㸘䈦䨀
䅚䗒㦭㸘㦭㩅㮡㩅㡌㙻㩅
䔢㙻㦭
㵣䨀
㿳䈦㩅䈦㡏
㮡䅚
㙻
㸘䨀䛓䠓㙻
爐
䡸䨀
䨀䡸㼉䨀㙻㦭
䠓䨀䅚㼉
䫳㹰䈦㡏㩅
䈷䒫㩅㡏 䬖䈦䅚䅚䙆 䈷䔭㙻㦭㡏㮡䅚䔭䠓㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 䈷䨀㡌䒫㦭㩅㪙䗱䨀 㡌㙻㦭 㙻䍅㡏䅚䔭䍅 㸘䒫䨀 䍅䈦䅚䅚䙆 㪙㩅 㯮㩅㸘䒫㩅㦭 㙻 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘䅚䔭 㸘䅚 㡏㸘䔭䨀㦭䙫㸘䒫䨀㦭 䅚㦭䨀㡏䨀䈦㮡䛓 䵧䒫㙻㸘’㡏 䠓䅚䔭䨀㦟 㩅㸘 㡌㙻㦭 㙻䍅㡏䅚䔭䍅 㡏䨀㼉䨀㦭㸘㵠 䫳䨀䔭㡌䨀㦭㸘 䅚㮡 㸘䒫䨀 䅚䫳䫳䅚㦭䨀㦭㸘’㡏 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭 㮡䅚䔭 䅚㦭䨀’㡏 䅚㯮㦭 䗱㡏䨀䛓 䡸䅚㯮䨀㼉䨀䔭㦟 㸘䒫䨀 㡏㩅䙆䨀 䨀㮡㮡䨀㡌㸘㡏 㙻䔭䨀 㡏㩅䙫㦭㩅㮡㩅㡌㙻㦭㸘㹰 㸘䒫㩅㡏 㙻䙆䙆㩅㸘㩅䅚㦭㙻䈦 㡏䨀㼉䨀㦭㸘㵠 䫳䨀䔭㡌䨀㦭㸘 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭 㡌㙻㦭 䅚㦭䈦㵠 䈦㙻㡏㸘 㙻㦭 䒫䅚䗱䔭㦟 㙻㮡㸘䨀䔭 㯮䒫㩅㡌䒫 㩅㸘 䔭㙻䫳㩅䙆䈦㵠 㯮㙻㦭䨀㡏㦟 䈦䨀㙻㼉㩅㦭䙫 䅚㦭䨀 䨀㼉䨀㦭 㯮䨀㙻㿳䨀䔭 㸘䒫㙻㦭 䍅䨀㮡䅚䔭䨀䛓
䬖䗱㸘 㮡䅚䔭 㙻㦭 㙻㡏㡏㙻㡏㡏㩅㦭㦟 㸘䒫䨀 䠓䅚㡏㸘 㡌䔭㩅㸘㩅㡌㙻䈦 䫳㙻䔭㸘 䅚㮡 㙻㦭 㙻㡏㡏㙻㡏㡏㩅㦭㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 㩅㡏 䥘䗱㡏㸘 㙻 㮡䨀㯮 䍅䔭䨀㙻㸘䒫㡏 䅚㮡 㸘㩅䠓䨀㦟 㡏䅚 㙻㦭 䒫䅚䗱䔭 㩅㡏 㪙䗱㩅㸘䨀 㡏䗱㮡㮡㩅㡌㩅䨀㦭㸘䛓
䨀䒫䔭㸘䨀
㸘䈦䯚䨀㼉䋰䈦㙻䨀䒫䔭
㡏䈦㮡㯮㩅㸘㵠
䫳㦭㙻䔭䫳㡌㩅䅚䙫䒫㙻
䒫䨀
䙆䗱㦭㡏㵠䨀䈦䙆
䙫䠓㦭㬓䅚
䒫㩴䨀㦭
䨀䨀䒫䶱㦭㼉㸘
䫳㡏㦭䨀䅚䔭
㩅䅚㦟䋚䔭䗱䨀㡏㼉㵠䈦
䒫㙻䙆
䍅䗱㸘
㸘䠓䨀䒫㦟
㩅㸘
䫳㡏䔭㦭䅚’䨀㡏
䅚㦭䨀
䔢㦭㙻
㸘䒫䨀
㡏㙻㸘䈦䨀
㙻㯮㡏
㯮㦭䅚
䨀㵠㙻䍘䔭
㦭㼉䨀䨀䡸㙻㦟
㙻㦭㩅䫳䙫䔭䨀䔭䫳
㙻㡌䅚㸘㼉䗱㸘䈦㩅㦭㩅
㩅䛓䒫䠓
䔭䛓䨀䨀㡌㿳㿳㡏㸘䙆㵠䅚
䒫㸘䨀
㡏㡏䙆㦭䨀䨀
㿳䈦㡏㩅䈦䨀䔭
㬓㡏
䒫䨀
㮡䅚
㼉㡌㦭䅚䗱㩅䈦㸘㩅㙻㸘
㸘䅚
㼉䨀㦟䈦㙻䨀
䨀䔭㙻䍘䛓㵠
㸘䒫䨀
㮡㸘䭶㩅䒫
㵠䈦㦭䅚
䨀䠓䔭䍅䨀䨀䠓䔭䨀䙆
㙻㸘
㡏㯮㙻
䒫㸘㡏㩅
䒫㙻䙆
䔢䨀㼉䨀䔭㸘䒫䨀䈦䨀㡏㡏㦟 㸘䒫䨀 䬖䈦䅚䅚䙆 䟈㩅䈦䈦㩅㦭䙫 䶱䨀㡌㸘’㡏 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 㩅㡏 㮡䅚䔭䠓㩅䙆㙻䍅䈦䨀㦟 䔭䨀䈦㵠㩅㦭䙫 㦭䅚㸘 䅚㦭 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 䍅䗱㸘 䅚㦭 㼉㙻䔭㩅䅚䗱㡏 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭㮡䗱䈦 䙆㩅㼉㩅㦭䨀 㡏㿳㩅䈦䈦㡏 㸘䒫㙻㸘 䈦䨀㙻㼉䨀 㸘䒫䨀㩅䔭 䅚䫳䫳䅚㦭䨀㦭㸘㡏 䙆䨀㮡䨀㦭㡏䨀䈦䨀㡏㡏䛓 䶱䗱䫳䫳䔭䨀㡏㡏㩅䅚㦭 㩅㦭 㸘䨀䔭䠓㡏 䅚㮡 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 䒫㙻㡏 㦭䨀㼉䨀䔭 䍅䨀䨀㦭 㙻㦭 㩅㡏㡏䗱䨀 㮡䅚䔭 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭䛓
“㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭㦟 㵠䅚䗱 䍅䔭㙻㸘㦟 㵠䅚䗱 㡌㙻㦭’㸘 䨀㡏㡌㙻䫳䨀䛓 㵣䅚䗱’䙆 䍅䨀㸘㸘䨀䔭 㡏䗱䔭䔭䨀㦭䙆䨀䔭 㪙䗱㩅㡌㿳䈦㵠䛓”
㡌㸘䔭㼉䗱㸘㩅㦟䈦㙻䅚
㸘䅚
㸘䨀䒫
䠓㙻䙫䅚㦭
䅚䨀㡏㿳䫳
㯮䅚䒫
䨀䔭㙻䍘㵠
䨀䨀㼉㦟㦭㙻䡸
䒫䅚㸘䗱䔭䙫䒫
㡏䔭䨀䈦䈦㩅䛓㿳
䒫䨀䈷
㼉䯚䨀䔭㸘䈦䨀㙻䒫䋰䈦
䔭䨀䅚䍅㿳
䒫䨀㸘
䨀䙆㵠䙆䗱㦭䈦㡏
䶱䨀㦭㸘䒫㼉䨀
䨀䒫㸘䔭䨀
㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 㡌䒫䗱㡌㿳䈦䨀䙆 㡌䅚䈦䙆䈦㵠䯨 “䔢㙻㦭䙫䅚㦭䙫 㵣䨀 㯮㙻㡏 㙻 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭䈦㵠 䍘䨀㼉䨀䈦 䟈㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭 㙻㦭䙆 㐠 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䙆 䒫㩅䠓䛓 㚲䅚 㵠䅚䗱 㡏㸘㩅䈦䈦 䙆㙻䔭䨀 㸘䅚 㡌䅚䠓䨀 䗱䫳㮲 㬓䔭䨀 㵠䅚䗱 㡏䨀䨀㿳㩅㦭䙫 䙆䨀㙻㸘䒫㮲”
“䈷䒫䨀 䠓䅚㼉䨀 㵠䅚䗱 䥘䗱㡏㸘 䗱㡏䨀䙆 㡌䅚㦭㡏䗱䠓䨀䙆 㙻 䠓㙻㡏㡏㩅㼉䨀 㙻䠓䅚䗱㦭㸘 䅚㮡 㩅䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭䛓 㐠 䙆䅚㦭’㸘 䍅䨀䈦㩅䨀㼉䨀 㵠䅚䗱 䒫㙻㼉䨀 䨀㦭䅚䗱䙫䒫 㡏㸘䔭䨀㦭䙫㸘䒫 䈦䨀㮡㸘 㸘䅚 㿳㩅䈦䈦 䗱㡏䛓 䬖䨀㡏㩅䙆䨀㡏㦟 㐠’䠓 㦭䅚㯮 㙻㸘 㸘䒫䨀 䶱䨀㼉䨀㦭㸘䒫 䍘䨀㼉䨀䈦 䅚㮡 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㚲䅚䠓㙻㩅㦭䛓 䡸䨀䒫 䒫䨀䒫㦟 㐠 䒫㙻㼉䨀 㵠䅚䗱 㸘䅚 㸘䒫㙻㦭㿳 㮡䅚䔭 䙫㩅㼉㩅㦭䙫 䠓䨀 㙻 㡌䒫㙻㦭㡌䨀 㸘䅚 䗱㡏䨀 㸘䒫䨀 䬖䈦䅚䅚䙆 䈷䔭㙻㦭㡏㮡䅚䔭䠓㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 䈷䨀㡌䒫㦭㩅㪙䗱䨀䛓 䵧䨀䈦䈦 㸘䒫䨀㦭㦟 㡌䅚䠓䨀 䅚㼉䨀䔭 㙻㦭䙆 䠓䨀䨀㸘 㵠䅚䗱䔭 䙆䨀㙻㸘䒫䛓”
㡌䨀㩅䅚㡌㮡㦭㦭䨀䙆
䒫䙫䨀㩅䨀䨀䙆㦭䒫㦟㸘
㦭䅚䠓䠓㸘䨀䛓
䒫㩅㯮㸘
㚲㦭㙻㩅䅚䠓
䒫㸘䨀䈦䔭䨀㙻㼉䯚䋰䈦
㙻㸘
㩅㸘㙻㸘䔭㡌㬓㮡
㦭㙻䔢
㩅㦭㩅䈦䙫㼉䨀䍅䨀
䅚㡌䗱㦭㩅㙻㸘㼉䈦㸘㩅
䛓䔭㯮㙻䔭䙆䅚㮡
䅚㮡
䔭䈦㐠㸘䠓䠓㙻䅚
䔭䈦䈦㿳䨀㩅
㡏䒫㩅
㙻㵠㦭
㸘㙻
䔭㡌䨀䙆䒫㙻䙫
㩴䒫䨀㦭
䨀䒫
㩅䒫㡏
㙻㦭䙆
䙫㙻䨀䙆䨀䠓䈦
㦭䈦㵠㩅䈦㦟㙻㩅㸘䈦䍅䔭
䨀䨀㼉䍘䈦
䈦䈦㩅㿳
䒫㡏䈷㩅
㸘䒫䨀
䅚㦟㙻䙆䨀䔭㡏
䨀㼉㦭䒫䶱㸘䨀
䅚䠓㐠䠓䔭㸘㙻䈦
䅚䗱㡌䙆䈦
㩅䡸㡏
䈷䒫䨀 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭 䔭䗱㡏䒫䨀䙆 㮡䅚䔭㯮㙻䔭䙆㦟 䍅䗱㸘 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 㡏㸘䅚䅚䙆 㡏㸘㩅䈦䈦䛓
㬓㸘 㸘䒫䨀 㩅㦭㡏㸘㙻㦭㸘 㸘䒫䨀 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭 㙻䫳䫳䔭䅚㙻㡌䒫䨀䙆㦟 㙻 㮡㙻㩅㦭㸘 䫳䗱䔭䫳䈦䨀 㚲㩅㼉㩅㦭䨀 䭶㩅䔭䨀 䈦䨀㙻䫳䨀䙆 㮡䔭䅚䠓 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭’㡏 㮡㩅㦭䙫䨀䔭㸘㩅䫳㦟 㩅㦭㡏㸘㙻㦭㸘䈦㵠 䈦㙻㦭䙆㩅㦭䙫 䅚㦭 㸘䒫䨀 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭䛓 䔢䅚㸘 䨀㼉䨀㦭 㙻 㡏㡌䔭䨀㙻䠓 㯮㙻㡏 䒫䨀㙻䔭䙆 䍅䨀㮡䅚䔭䨀 䒫䨀 䙆㩅㡏㙻䫳䫳䨀㙻䔭䨀䙆 㩅㦭㸘䅚 㸘䒫㩅㦭 㙻㩅䔭䛓
䠓㦟䅚㚲㙻㦭㩅
㩅䔭䨀䭶
㮡䅚
㡏㡏䨀㙻䒫
䨀䨀㦭㼉
䅚㦭
㙻㵠㯮
㩅䒫䈷㡏
㩅㡏
䅚㸘
㯮䒫䅚
㙻䙆㡌䒫䨀䔭䨀
䠓㸘㐠䅚㙻䔭䈦䠓
㸘㩅䔭㡏㦟䨀㡏
䔭㙻㡌㦭䅚㦫䛓㡏䒫
㦭䅚㯮䔭䠓䨀㡌䨀
㙻㩅㦭㩅㸘䨀䨀㡌㦭䙆䔭
䒫䨀㸘
㦟䨀䅚㸘䈦䫳䋰㼉䈦䨀
䗱䨀䔭䫳䫳䈦
㩅㚲㼉㩅㦭䨀
䒫㦭’㙻䙆㸘
㦭䈦㵠䡸㙻䨀䨀㼉
䨀㙻㸘䙫㡏
㦟䭶㩅䔭䨀
䅚㸘
㦭㚲㩅㼉㩅䨀
㵠䍅
䨀䨀㼉㦭
䅚㦭䍅䨀
䨀䔭䙆䨀㮡㙻
䈦㙻䨀䔭㸘
㙻㦭䙆
㵠䍅
㦭䅚㸘
㬓
䈦㦭䨀䙫㩅㼉㙻
㦭㡏䠓㦭㙻䔭㸘䨀䛓
㙻䒫䙆
㸘䅚
㙻㡏㯮
㦭㙻㩅㮡㸘
㙻䈦㵠㡏㦭㦭㸘㩅㸘
䨀㼉䨀㦭
㸘䨀䒫
䈷䒫䨀 䔭䨀䠓㙻㩅㦭㩅㦭䙫 㸘㯮䅚 䯚㙻䔭㸘䒫䋰䈦䨀㼉䨀䈦 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㡏 㸘䔭㩅䨀䙆 㸘䅚 䨀㡏㡌㙻䫳䨀㦟 䍅䗱㸘 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 䙫㙻㼉䨀 㸘䒫䨀䠓 㦭䅚 㡌䒫㙻㦭㡌䨀䛓 㐠㦭 㙻㦭 㩅㦭㡏㸘㙻㦭㸘㦟 䒫䨀 㯮㙻㡏 䍅䨀㡏㩅䙆䨀 㸘䒫䨀䠓㦟 䍅䈦䅚㡌㿳㩅㦭䙫 㸘䒫䨀㩅䔭 䫳㙻㸘䒫䛓
䈷䒫䨀 㸘㯮䅚 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㡏 㸘䅚䅚㿳 䅚䗱㸘 㸘䒫䨀㩅䔭 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㬓䔭㸘㩅㮡㙻㡌㸘㡏 㸘䅚 䔭䨀㡏㩅㡏㸘㦟 䍅䗱㸘 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭’㡏 䆨䅚䈦䙆䨀㦭 䋚䒫䅚䨀㦭㩅䚭 䵧㩅㦭䙫䨀䙆 䶱䫳䨀㙻䔭 䙆㩅䔭䨀㡌㸘䈦㵠 㡏䈦㩅㡌䨀䙆 㸘䒫䔭䅚䗱䙫䒫 㸘䒫䨀㩅䔭 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㬓䔭㸘㩅㮡㙻㡌㸘㡏㦟 㡏䫳䈦㩅㸘㸘㩅㦭䙫 㸘䒫䨀䠓 㩅㦭 㸘㯮䅚 㙻㦭䙆 㩅㦭㡏㸘㙻㦭㸘䈦㵠 㡏䒫㙻㸘㸘䨀䔭㩅㦭䙫 㸘䒫䨀䠓 㯮㩅㸘䒫 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭㮡䗱䈦 㩅䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭䛓
㸘䨀䒫
䅚㮡
䨀䍘㼉䈦䨀
䅚㡏䋚㦭䅚㩅
䅚㸘㸘䨀䙫䈦㬓䔭䨀䒫㦟
䅚㿳䅚㸘
㦭㩅
䈦䡸䨀㙻䨀㼉㵠㦭
䙆㙻㦭
䔭䟈䈦㩅䨀䈦
䭶䙫䅚
䈷䒫䨀
㸘䒫䨀
㙻㼉㡌䛓䨀
㼉㦭䨀㸘䨀
䔭㯮㙻䅚㸘䙆
㦭䨀䅚
䨀䶱㸘㡌
㦭䨀䒫㩴
䈦㩅䈦䔭㡏䨀㿳
䒫㯮䈦䅚䨀
䨀䒫㸘
䨀㦭䈦㩅㙻㼉䙫
㙻㦭
䠓䔭㮡䅚
㦭䔢㙻
䍅䅚䨀㮡䨀䔭
䨀䒫㸘
㦟䙫䅚䭶
㩅㿳䨀䈦䈦䙆
㩅䙫䈦㩅䟈㦭䈦
㦭䒫㙻㸘
䶱䨀㙻
䗱䔭䛓䅚䒫
㮡䅚
㙻䶱䨀
䨀䈦㡏㡏
㦭䨀㼉㡏䨀
䯚䈦㙻䨀䋰㼉䔭䈦㸘䨀䒫
䈦䅚䬖䅚䙆
㩅䈦䙫㵠㮡㦭
䅚䅚㦭䋚㩅㡏
䈷䒫䨀 䶱䗱䫳䔭䨀䠓䨀 䯚䈦䙆䨀䔭 㸘䒫䨀䔭䨀 㩅㡏 㙻㸘 㸘䒫䨀 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㚲䅚䠓㙻㩅㦭 䈷䨀㦭 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭㡏 䈦䨀㼉䨀䈦㦟 㙻㦭䙆 㸘䒫䨀 䅚㸘䒫䨀䔭 㸘㯮䅚 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭䈦㵠 䍘䨀㼉䨀䈦 䟈㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㡏 㙻䔭䨀 㙻䈦㡏䅚 㙻㸘 㸘䒫䨀 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㚲䅚䠓㙻㩅㦭 䔢㩅㦭㸘䒫 䍘㙻㵠䨀䔭䛓 䋚䔭䨀㼉㩅䅚䗱㡏䈦㵠 㩅㦭 㸘䒫䨀 㬓䍅㵠㡏㡏 䋚䔭㩅㡏䅚㦭㦟 䨀㦭㡌䅚䗱㦭㸘䨀䔭㩅㦭䙫 㸘䒫䨀㡏䨀 㿳㩅㦭䙆㡏 䅚㮡 䅚䫳䫳䅚㦭䨀㦭㸘㡏㦟 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 䨀㙻㡏㩅䈦㵠 㡌䔭䗱㡏䒫䨀䙆 㸘䒫䨀䠓 㩅㦭 㸘㯮䅚 䅚䔭 㸘䒫䔭䨀䨀 䠓䅚㼉䨀㡏䛓
䡸䅚㯮䨀㼉䨀䔭㦟 㮡䔭䅚䠓 㸘䒫㩅㡏 䨀㦭㡌䅚䗱㦭㸘䨀䔭㦟 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 㯮㙻㡏 㙻㡌䗱㸘䨀䈦㵠 㙻㯮㙻䔭䨀 㸘䒫㙻㸘 㸘䒫䨀 䬖䈦䅚䅚䙆 䟈㩅䈦䈦㩅㦭䙫 䶱䨀㡌㸘’㡏 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘䅚䔭㡏㦟 㸘䒫䅚䗱䙫䒫 㩅㦭䙆䨀䨀䙆 㮡䔭䅚䠓 㸘䒫䨀 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㚲䅚䠓㙻㩅㦭㦟 䫳䅚㡏㡏䨀㡏㡏䨀䙆 㩅㦭㡌䔭䨀䙆㩅䍅䈦㵠 㙻䍅㦭䅚䔭䠓㙻䈦 㡌䅚䠓䍅㙻㸘 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭㦟 㮡㙻䔭 㮡䔭䅚䠓 䍅䨀㩅㦭䙫 䠓䨀䔭䨀䈦㵠 䅚䔭䙆㩅㦭㙻䔭㵠 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㚲䅚䠓㙻㩅㦭 䠓䨀䠓䍅䨀䔭㡏䛓
䙫㡏䒫㸘䔭㦭䁷䨀㸘
䨀㦟䅚㼉䨀䔭䅚䔭㦫
㦭㼉㙻㸘㡌㩅㸘㩅䗱䈦䅚
䔭㙻䅚㡏㩅㼉䗱
㡌㪙㦟䨀䗱㸘㦭䒫㡏䨀㩅
䍅㡌䈦㙻䫳㙻䨀
䗱㡏㦭㦭㙻䨀䈦㩅䙫䒫
㵠䨀䒫㸘
䨀䨀㯮䔭
㼉䈦㩅䨀
㩅㦭
㮡䅚
䔭䈦㡏㼉䈦㯮䙆䋰䨀䨀䨀
㸘㡌䍅㙻䅚䠓
䨀䨀䚭䫳䅚㡌㩅䈦㙻㦭㸘
㐠㮡 㸘䒫䅚㡏䨀 㸘㯮䅚 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭䈦㵠 䍘䨀㼉䨀䈦 䟈㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㡏 䙆㩅㡏㸘䔭㙻㡌㸘䨀䙆 㸘䒫䨀 䭶㩅䔭䨀 㲽㩅䈦㩅㦭 㙻㦭䙆 䍘㩅䗱 䈷㩅㙻㦭㸘㩅㙻㦭 㙻㦭䙆 䔭䨀㸘䗱䔭㦭䨀䙆 㸘䅚 㸘䒫䨀 㡌㙻㼉䨀㦟 䄩㩅㙻㦭䙫 㾺㩅㙻䅚䠓㩅 㙻㦭䙆 㵣䗱㦭 䭶䨀㩅 㯮䅚䗱䈦䙆 䍅䨀 㩅㦭 䙆㙻㦭䙫䨀䔭䛓
䈷䒫䨀 䶱㸘䅚㦭䨀 㦫䅚㦭㿳䨀㵠 㯮㙻㡏 㩅㦭䙆䨀䨀䙆 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭㮡䗱䈦㦟 㵠䨀㸘 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭㦟 䠓䗱䈦㸘㩅㸘㙻㡏㿳㩅㦭䙫㦟 㡌䅚䗱䈦䙆㦭’㸘 㮡䗱䈦䈦㵠 䨀䚭䨀䔭㸘 㩅㸘㡏 䔭䨀㙻䈦 㡌䅚䠓䍅㙻㸘 㡏㸘䔭䨀㦭䙫㸘䒫䛓
䨀㡏䨀㦟㩅䙆䍅㡏
䗱㵣㦭
㡏䨀㮡㡏㙻㸘
㩅䙆㮡㦭
㦭䙆䨀䨀䨀䙆
䅚㩅㙻㾺㩅䠓
㦭䙫㩅䄩㙻
䨀㩅䭶
㡏㩅䒫
㡌㙻䒫䫳㹰䔭䅚㙻䫳
㙻㦭䙆
㯮㵠㙻
㩅㩅䈦䛓㲽㦭
㡏㯮㙻
㦭䙆㙻
䭶䔭䅚
䨀䒫
䨀㩴䒫㦭
㙻㡌䅚㸘䈦䨀
䅚㸘
㙻
䨀㦭㿳䫳䙫㩅䨀
㙻㦟䔢㦭
㩅䍘䗱
㸘䒫䨀
㵠䍅
䨀䒫㸘
㦭㦭㙻㩅㙻㩅䈷㸘
㸘䅚
㡏䨀䙆㩅
䔭䭶䨀㩅
㚲䨀㡏䫳㩅㸘䨀 㸘䒫䨀 䠓䨀䠓䅚䔭㩅䨀㡏 䙫䈦䨀㙻㦭䨀䙆 㮡䔭䅚䠓 㸘䒫䨀 䶱䨀㙻 䅚㮡 㩴䅚㦭㡏㡌㩅䅚䗱㡏㦭䨀㡏㡏 䅚㮡 㸘䒫㙻㸘 䯚㙻䔭㸘䒫䋰䈦䨀㼉䨀䈦 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㦟 㸘䒫䨀 㩅㦭㮡䅚䔭䠓㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 㯮㙻㡏 㡌䈦䨀㙻䔭䈦㵠 㩅㦭㡌䅚䠓䫳䈦䨀㸘䨀㦟 㙻㡏 㙻㸘 䒫㩅㡏 䈦䨀㼉䨀䈦㦟 䒫䨀 㡌䅚䗱䈦䙆㦭’㸘 㿳㦭䅚㯮 䨀㼉䨀䔭㵠㸘䒫㩅㦭䙫䛓
䭶㙻㡌䨀䙆 㯮㩅㸘䒫 䗱㦭㿳㦭䅚㯮㦭 䙆㙻㦭䙫䨀䔭㡏㦟 㸘䒫䨀 䍅䨀㡏㸘 㡏䅚䈦䗱㸘㩅䅚㦭 㯮㙻㡏 㸘䅚 䙫㙻㸘䒫䨀䔭 㙻䈦䈦 㮡䅚䔭㡌䨀㡏 㸘䅚䙫䨀㸘䒫䨀䔭䛓
㦭㿳䋰䅚㩅㸘㦭䔭㡌䶱䈦䅚䙫䈦㵠
㡏㯮䛓㵠㸘㮡㩅䈦
㩅㡌䙫㦭䔭㙻
㙻㼉㡌䨀
㸘䒫䨀
㙻㸘䗱䅚䍅
䒫䭶㦟㸘㩅䙫䈦
䒫㩴㦭䨀
䅚㙻䙆㸘㯮䔭㡏
㦭䔢㦟㙻
㦟㩅㸘
䒫䙫㸘䒫㸘䅚䗱
㙻䒫㩅㼉䙫㦭
䫳䨀䔭㮡䠓䙆䅚䨀䔭
䵧㩅㸘䒫㩅㦭 㙻䍅䅚䗱㸘 㙻 㪙䗱㙻䔭㸘䨀䔭 䅚㮡 㙻㦭 䒫䅚䗱䔭㦟 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 䔭䨀㙻㡌䒫䨀䙆 㸘䒫䨀 㡌㙻㼉䨀 㙻㦭䙆 㸘䅚䅚㿳 䄩㩅㙻㦭䙫 㾺㩅㙻䅚䠓㩅 㙻㦭䙆 㵣䗱㦭 䭶䨀㩅 㸘䅚㯮㙻䔭䙆㡏 㸘䒫䨀 䶱䨀㙻 䅚㮡 䋚䅚㩅㡏䅚㦭 䭶䅚䙫䛓
䈷䒫䨀 䶱䨀㙻 䅚㮡 䋚䅚㩅㡏䅚㦭 䭶䅚䙫 㯮㙻㡏 㮡㩅䈦䈦䨀䙆 㯮㩅㸘䒫 䙆䨀䠓䅚㦭 䍅䨀㙻㡏㸘㡏㦟 䠓㙻㿳㩅㦭䙫 㩅㸘 䒫㙻䔭䙆 㮡䅚䔭 㙻㦭㵠䅚㦭䨀 㸘䅚 㸘䔭㙻㡌㿳 㸘䒫䨀䠓㦟 㙻㦭䙆 䨀㙻䔭䈦㩅䨀䔭㦟 䒫䨀 㮡㙻㩅㦭㸘䈦㵠 㡏䨀㦭㡏䨀䙆 㸘䒫䨀 㸘䔭㙻㩅䈦 䅚㮡 㸘䒫䨀 䭶㩅䔭䨀 㲽㩅䈦㩅㦭 䫳㙻㡏㸘㦟 㡏䗱䙫䙫䨀㡏㸘㩅㦭䙫 㸘䒫㙻㸘 䍘㩅䗱 䈷㩅㙻㦭㸘㩅㙻㦭 㙻㦭䙆 㸘䒫䨀 䭶㩅䔭䨀 㲽㩅䈦㩅㦭 䠓㩅䙫䒫㸘 䒫㙻㼉䨀 䍅䨀䨀㦭 䈦䨀䙆 㩅㦭㸘䅚 㸘䒫䨀 䶱䨀㙻 䅚㮡 䋚䅚㩅㡏䅚㦭 䭶䅚䙫䛓
䅚㸘
㙻䨀䒫㸘䔭
䗱㡏
㙻㦭䔢
䙆㦭㙻䍅㡏㦟䗱䡸”
䙫䨀䈦䗱䙆㦭㡏䙫
㸘䒫䨀
㵣㦭䗱
䭶䨀㩅
㙻㦭䒫㡌䙫㡏㩅
䨀䙆䙆㙻
䅚㸘
䚭㦭䨀䨀㸘㸘
䗱㡏
䙆㦭㙻
䒫㸘㡏㩅
㯮䒫䅚
䗱䫳
䅚㸘
㸘㩅㦟䠓䨀
䅚㦭
㮲㦫䨀䙫㦭䨀”㞕
䒫㦭㩴䨀
䗱㦭㵣
㿳䙆䛓㙻㡏䨀
㯮㸘㡏㙻㦭
䅚㮡
“䶱㙻䅚䍅㩅㦟 㵠䅚䗱 䔭䨀㙻䈦䈦㵠 㙻䔭䨀 㡏㩅䈦䈦㵠㦟 㡌㙻㦭’㸘 䨀㼉䨀㦭 㮡㩅䙫䗱䔭䨀 㸘䒫㩅㡏 䅚䗱㸘䛓 䍝䍅㼉㩅䅚䗱㡏䈦㵠㦟 㸘䒫䨀㵠’䔭䨀 㙻㮡㸘䨀䔭 䬖䔭䅚㸘䒫䨀䔭 䔢㙻㦭㹰 㯮䨀’䔭䨀 䥘䗱㡏㸘 㡌㙻䗱䙫䒫㸘 㩅㦭 㸘䒫䨀 㡌䔭䅚㡏㡏㮡㩅䔭䨀䛓” 䄩㩅㙻㦭䙫 㾺㩅㙻䅚䠓㩅 䙫㙻㼉䨀 㵣䗱㦭 䭶䨀㩅 㙻 䙆㩅㡏䙆㙻㩅㦭㮡䗱䈦 䈦䅚䅚㿳 㙻㦭䙆 㡏㙻㩅䙆䛓
“㐠㸘’㡏 㙻 䫳㩅㸘㵠 㯮䨀’䔭䨀 㸘䅚䅚 㯮䨀㙻㿳 㸘䅚 䒫䨀䈦䫳 㵠䅚䗱 䅚䗱㸘䛓 䍝㸘䒫䨀䔭㯮㩅㡏䨀㦟 㐠’䙆 䨀㦭㡏䗱䔭䨀 㸘䒫䨀㵠 㯮䅚䗱䈦䙆㦭’㸘 䔭䨀㸘䗱䔭㦭䛓” 㵣䗱㦭 䭶䨀㩅 䫳䔭䨀㡏㡏䨀䙆 䒫䨀䔭 䒫䨀㙻䙆 㡌䈦䅚㡏䨀䔭 㙻䙫㙻㩅㦭㡏㸘 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭䛓
㡏㙻”㸘䈷䒫’
䨀㙻䗱䍅䨀㡌㡏
䔭㵠䗱䅚
“䨀䠓䛓㩅㦭
㸘㙻㩅㦭㸘㼉䈦䗱㡌䅚㩅
㸘䅚㦭
䈦㯮䅚㦟
㡏㩅
䄩㩅㙻㦭䙫 㾺㩅㙻䅚䠓㩅 㯮㙻㡏 㩅㦭䙆㩅䙫㦭㙻㦭㸘㹰 㡏䒫䨀 㯮㙻㡏 㙻㸘 㸘䒫䨀 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭䈦㵠 䋚㙻㡏㡏㙻䙫䨀 䐼㸘䒫 䍘䨀㼉䨀䈦㦟 䒫㙻㼉㩅㦭䙫 㙻㡏㡌䨀㦭䙆䨀䙆 䅚㦭䨀 䔭㙻㦭㿳 䙆䗱䔭㩅㦭䙫 㙻㦭 㩅㦭㸘㩅䠓㙻㸘䨀 䠓䅚䠓䨀㦭㸘 㯮㩅㸘䒫 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 䨀㙻䔭䈦㩅䨀䔭㦟 㮡䨀䨀䈦㩅㦭䙫 㪙䗱㩅㸘䨀 䫳䔭䅚䗱䙆䛓
㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 㦭䅚䙆䙆䨀䙆䯨 “䈷䒫䨀㵠 㙻䔭䨀 㩅㦭䙆䨀䨀䙆 㙻㮡㸘䨀䔭 䠓䨀䛓 䈷䒫䨀㵠’䔭䨀 㙻㦭 㙻㡏㡏㙻㡏㡏㩅㦭 䅚䔭䙫㙻㦭㩅㞕㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 㡌㙻䈦䈦䨀䙆 㸘䒫䨀 䬖䈦䅚䅚䙆 䟈㩅䈦䈦㩅㦭䙫 䶱䨀㡌㸘㦟 㼉䨀䔭㵠 㮡䅚䔭䠓㩅䙆㙻䍅䈦䨀 㩅㦭 㸘䒫䨀 㦫㙻䙫㩅㡌 䗘䨀㙻䈦䠓䛓 䬖䗱㸘 䙆䅚㦭’㸘 㯮䅚䔭䔭㵠㹰 㐠 䒫㙻㼉䨀 㯮㙻㵠㡏 㸘䅚 䙆䨀㙻䈦 㯮㩅㸘䒫 㸘䒫䨀䠓㦟 䨀㡏䫳䨀㡌㩅㙻䈦䈦㵠 㯮㩅㸘䒫 䈷㩅㙻㦭㸘㩅㙻㦭 㙻㦭䙆 㸘䒫䨀 䭶㩅䔭䨀 㲽㩅䈦㩅㦭㦟 䫳䈦䗱㡏 㸘䒫䨀 䶱㸘䅚㦭䨀 㦫䅚㦭㿳䨀㵠 㙻㦭䙆 䠓䨀㦟 㯮䨀 䒫㙻㼉䨀 㙻 䍅㙻㸘㸘䈦䨀 㮡䅚䔭㡌䨀 䨀㪙䗱㩅㼉㙻䈦䨀㦭㸘 㸘䅚 㙻䍅䅚䗱㸘 㮡䅚䗱䔭 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭䈦㵠 㦫䅚㦭㙻䔭㡌䒫㡏㦟 㦭䅚 㮡䨀㙻䔭 䅚㮡 㸘䒫䨀䠓䛓
䫳䨀䔭䅚㯮
䈦㡏䈦㸘㩅
㙻’㸘㡏㸘䒫
䠓㙻䨀䔭䈦
㩴䨀䒫㦭
䔭㸘䙫㙻㡏䈦㵠䋰䨀㙻䨀
㸘䅚䍅㡌䠓㙻
㯮䔭䨀䨀
䒫㸘䨀
㯮㡏’㦭㸘㙻
䠓㐠䈦䔭㙻䠓䅚㸘
㩅㸘㡏㙻㦭䙫䅚䍅䛓
㙻㦭䔢
㯮㙻㡏
㙻㦭㩅㦭䈷㸘㩅㙻
㩅䒫䨀㸘䔭
㙻䙆㦭
䨀㦭㵠䈦㙻㼉䡸䨀
㩅䒫㡏
䅚㸘
䔭㦟䨀㩅㸘㡌㙻㦭
㦟䔭㦫䅚㦭㡌㙻䒫
䒫㸘㦭㩅㩅㯮
㚲䛓㙻䅚䠓㩅㦭
㸘㦭䨀䈦㙻㼉㩅䗱㪙䨀
㩅䍘䗱
䒫㸘䈦䗱㙻䅚䒫䙫
㬓㡏 㮡䅚䔭 㸘䒫䨀 䭶㩅䔭䨀 㲽㩅䈦㩅㦭㦟 㩅㸘 㯮㙻㡏 㙻 㸘䅚䫳䋰䈦䨀㼉䨀䈦 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 䬖䨀㙻㡏㸘㦟 㙻 㡏㸘䨀䫳 㙻㯮㙻㵠 㮡䔭䅚䠓 㸘䒫䨀 㚲㩅㼉㩅㦭䨀 䬖䨀㙻㡏㸘 䗘䨀㙻䈦䠓㦟 㯮㩅㸘䒫 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭 㡌䨀䔭㸘㙻㩅㦭䈦㵠 㦭䅚㸘 㯮䨀㙻㿳䨀䔭 㸘䒫㙻㦭 㸘䒫䨀 㮡㩅䔭㡏㸘 䅚䔭 㡏䨀㡌䅚㦭䙆 䈦䨀㼉䨀䈦 䅚㮡 㙻 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭䈦㵠 㦫䅚㦭㙻䔭㡌䒫䛓 㐠㮡 㩅㸘 㯮䨀䔭䨀㦭’㸘 㮡䅚䔭 䒫㩅㡏 㩴䒫㙻䅚㡏 䶱㙻㡌䔭䨀䙆 䬖䅚䙆㵠 㙻䈦䈦䅚㯮㩅㦭䙫 䭶㩅㼉䨀 䯚䈦䨀䠓䨀㦭㸘㡏 䈷䔭㙻㦭㡏㮡䅚䔭䠓㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭㦟 㩅㸘 㯮䅚䗱䈦䙆㦭’㸘 䒫㙻㼉䨀 䍅䨀䨀㦭 㡏䅚 䨀㙻㡏㵠 㸘䅚 㡏䗱䍅䙆䗱䨀 㩅㸘 䍅㙻㡌㿳 㩅㦭 㸘䒫䨀 䭶㩅䔭䨀 㩴䈦䅚䗱䙆 㩴㙻㼉䨀䛓
䈷䒫䨀 䶱㸘䅚㦭䨀 㦫䅚㦭㿳䨀㵠 㦭䨀䨀䙆䨀䙆 㦭䅚 䠓䨀㦭㸘㩅䅚㦭㦟 䍅䨀㩅㦭䙫 㩅㦭䒫䨀䔭䨀㦭㸘䈦㵠 㙻 㚲㩅㼉㩅㦭䨀 䬖䨀㙻㡏㸘䛓
䙆㙻㦭䔭䙫㩅
䠓㸘䨀䒫
䨀䔭㯮䨀’
㙻䡸㙻㦟”䒫
㸘䒫䨀䠓
㸘㡏䙫㦭䔭䅚䛓
䅚䙫
䨀’䍘㡏㸘
䒫䗱㦭䍅䙆㙻”䁷㡏
䨀㦭㡏㡏㙻㡏㩅㡏㙻㸘㙻
䈦㩅䈦㿳
㙻䈦䈦㦟
䅚䗱㸘
䅚㸘
㦭㙻䙆
䒫㡏䨀㙻㡌
䠓㵠
㸘䒫㩅㡏
䗱㦭㡏㸘䔭
䙆㯮㦭䅚
䄩㩅㙻㦭䙫 㾺㩅㙻䅚䠓㩅 㩅䠓䠓䨀䙆㩅㙻㸘䨀䈦㵠 䙫䅚㸘 䨀䚭㡌㩅㸘䨀䙆㦟 䗱䔭䙫㩅㦭䙫 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 㸘䅚 㡏䫳䨀䨀䙆 䗱䫳㦟 㮡䨀䨀䈦㩅㦭䙫 䫳䔭䅚䗱䙆 㙻㡏 㩅㮡 㡏䒫䨀 㯮䨀䔭䨀 㸘䒫䨀 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭㮡䗱䈦 䅚㦭䨀㦟 㡌㙻䫳㙻䍅䈦䨀 䅚㮡 䙆䨀㙻䈦㩅㦭䙫 㯮㩅㸘䒫 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㡏䛓
㵣䗱㦭 䭶䨀㩅 䔭䅚䈦䈦䨀䙆 䒫䨀䔭 䨀㵠䨀㡏㦟 㮡䨀䨀䈦㩅㦭䙫 䒫䨀䈦䫳䈦䨀㡏㡏 㙻䍅䅚䗱㸘 䄩㩅㙻㦭䙫 㾺㩅㙻䅚䠓㩅’㡏 䍅䨀䒫㙻㼉㩅䅚䔭䛓
䒫㩅䈷㡏
㡏㸘㩅䒫
䨀䨀䒫㸘㡏
䒫䔭䛓䨀㙻㸘
㦭㵣䗱
䅚㸘㦭㙻䛓㵠㙻䔭䈦䙫䔭
䬖㸘䗱
䨀㦭㼉䨀
䅚㡏
䨀㡏䒫
㡌㙻㸘䨀䙆
㩅㦭
㸘䅚䗱㩅㸘䒫㯮
㙻㡏㯮
㸘㵠䨀
䙫䨀䨀㞕㦭㦫
㦭䠓㡏䈦䨀㦟㩅䨀㵠䠓
䈦㩅㦟䨀㡏䈦㿳䔭
䔭㙻䨀㮡㸘
㙻䈦䈦㦟
䙫䈦䔭㩅
㡏㸘䨀䙆㸘䔭䗱
㙻䔢㦭
㩅㯮䒫㸘
䔭䨀䒫
㦭䅚
䨀䔭㮡㙻
㙻䨀䙆䙫㦭䔭
㸘䔭䒫䗱䙫㮡㙻
㸘㩅㸘䈦䈦䨀
䙆䅚㩅䙫䒫䈦㦭
䒫㩴䨀㦭
“䈷䒫䨀㡏䨀 䫳䨀䅚䫳䈦䨀 㙻㩅䠓 㸘䅚 㸘㙻䔭䙫䨀㸘 䗱㡏䛓 㐠㮡 㸘䒫䨀㵠 䨀㦭䙫㙻䙫䨀䙆 䅚䗱㸘㡏㩅䙆䨀㦟 㸘䒫䨀䔭䨀 㯮䅚䗱䈦䙆 䍅䨀 㸘䅚䅚 䠓㙻㦭㵠 䨀㦭㸘㙻㦭䙫䈦䨀䠓䨀㦭㸘㡏䛓 䈷䒫䨀㵠 㡌䒫䅚㡏䨀 㸘䅚 䫳䗱䔭㡏䗱䨀 㩅㦭㸘䅚 㵣䗱㦭 㦫䨀㦭䙫㞕䨀 㸘䅚 㿳䨀䨀䫳 㙻 䈦䅚㯮 䫳䔭䅚㮡㩅䈦䨀㦟 䍅䗱㸘 㸘䒫䨀㡏䨀 㮡䅚䅚䈦㡏 䗱㦭䙆䨀䔭䨀㡏㸘㩅䠓㙻㸘䨀䙆 䅚䗱䔭 㡏㸘䔭䨀㦭䙫㸘䒫㦟 䙆䨀㡏㸘㩅㦭䨀䙆 㸘䅚 䒫㙻㼉䨀 㡌䅚䠓䨀 㯮㩅㸘䒫 䈦㩅㮡䨀 㙻㦭䙆 䈦䨀㙻㼉䨀 㯮㩅㸘䒫䅚䗱㸘 㩅㸘䛓”
㵣䗱㦭 䭶䨀㩅 㡏㙻㩅䙆 㯮㩅㸘䒫 㙻 㡌䒫㙻䔭䠓㩅㦭䙫 㡏䠓㩅䈦䨀䛓
㐠’䠓
㦭䒫㩅㦟㡌
㙻㸘
㸘䒫㦭㿳㩅
䙆䅚
䨀㦭䙆䨀㸘䨀䚭䙆
㙻䄩䨀䙆
‘㙻䔢㡏㦭
㦭䙫㩅䨀䭶䔭
䨀㩴㦭䒫
㯮䒫㩅䙫㩅㦭䨀㡏䫳䔭
䶱䒫䨀
䙫㿳㩅㩅㯮㦭㦭
䙫䔭㮲㩅”㸘䒫
㡌㸘㼉䙆㦟㵠䈦䨀䨀㩅䗱㡏
䒫䨀䔭
䅚㵠䗱
㩅䠓㦟䒫
䔭䨀㦭䨀䙆㡏䈦
“䙆㦟㙻䡸䗱䍅㡏㦭
㡏㸘㸘䨀㵠䒫䈦䗱㪙䅚㡌㩅
䒫㩅䵧㸘䨀
㸘䅚