novelraw Chapter 1181: 1192: Ying Brothers
Chapter 1181: 1192: Ying Brothers
Capítulo 1181: Chapter 1192: Ying Brothers
When the man in the gray robe landed, he smashed a big pit into the ground, and a cloud of dust shot straight into the sky.
Everyone around was dumbfounded, just standing there in a daze, watching that dust shoot halfway up into the air, then slowly fall, gradually dispersing.
Even after the dust had dispersed without a trace, still no one around could utter a single word.
The only sound to be heard was the swallowing of countless people’s spit.
The sound of swallowing was faint, but in such dead silence, and with so many people gulping at once, it sounded like a flood surging in.
If the man in the gray robe were just some ordinary person, they wouldn’t have been this shocked.
But just a few days ago, right here in this very place, they had personally watched the man in the gray robe unleash miraculous might; under his speed, no one could resist at all.
In the end, even the one who did defeat the gray‑robed man had only managed it by using other Divine Techniques to suppress his speed, and thus barely claimed victory.
Up until before today’s match, everyone still believed there simply did not exist a Demon Cultivator in the world who could surpass the gray‑robed man in speed.
Yet they had just witnessed such an unexpected scene with their own eyes.
Everyone’s minds were in utter chaos; they were all desperately trying to recall how Wang Yan had defeated the gray‑robed man just now, hoping to find some flaw in Wang Yan from that brief exchange.
But Wang Yan’s speed was simply too fast, and the exchange had been far too short; no matter how many times they replayed it in their heads, they couldn’t think of a single flaw in Wang Yan.
Just as the surroundings were so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, the arena suddenly shook twice with a boom, and then two thick, burly figures landed heavily on the stage.
“Hahaha, we brothers finally grabbed a turn.”
“Who says we’re slow to react? Hah, see, didn’t we snatch the spot first?”
Hearing these voices, everyone looked up toward the arena.
They saw two chubby, white‑fleshed men standing on the stage, each weighing at least over three hundred jin and tall to boot, like two snowy mountains.
At that, the crowd immediately recognized them.
These two were two of the top ten Generals, brothers by blood, named Ying Da and Ying Er.
The two brothers had indeed become Generals, but their brains weren’t very sharp, their reactions were slow; they had purely relied on their extraordinary strength to win those General’s ranks.
Now, while no one else dared step up to challenge, these two fools had scrambled onto the arena, and they even thought they’d taken advantage.
At this moment, the gray‑robed man stood up, let out a sigh, and shook his head.
He had just lost to Wang Yan and was, of course, entirely convinced.
Seeing Ying Da and Ying Er step onto the stage, the gray‑robed man muttered, “You two looking to die? With Wang Yan’s speed, he’ll just kick you both off with one kick each. All that strength of yours will be for nothing.”
Seeing the Ying brothers standing on the platform together, Fang Hong said, “The arena only allows one‑on‑one. One of you two needs to get down.”
Ying Da scratched his head, glanced at Ying Er, and said, “You get down. I’m the elder brother, I go first.”
Ying Er shook his big fat head and said, “I stepped onto the stage first, so I should go first.”
“What, you dare not listen to your big brother?” Ying Da said angrily.
“Haven’t you heard the story of Kong Rong yielding the pear? You should give way to me,” Ying Er said.
“No way, I’m going first.”
“I’m going.”
“How about the two of us fight it out first, whoever loses gets off?”
“Fine, fight it is.”
As they spoke, they really were about to square up and start brawling, while the actual arena holder, Wang Yan, was left hanging there to the side.
Seeing the two of them, Wang Yan couldn’t help but laugh.
This kind of honest, simple brute was exactly the type Wang Yan was fond of.
So when he saw the two about to swing, Wang Yan laughed and said, “Forget it, you two come at me together.”
Hearing Wang Yan’s words, Ying Da and Ying Er, who were just about to crash into each other, stopped at the same time, both turning to stare wide‑eyed at Wang Yan and asking in unison, “Really?”
Wang Yan nodded.
At this, the crowd below the stage didn’t think much of it; with Wang Yan’s terrifying speed, dealing with two of them was more than enough.
So everyone assumed Wang Yan was definitely going to compete with the Ying Brothers in speed. Since he could easily win with speed, why wouldn’t Wang Yan seize the chance to earn the fine reputation of one versus two?
At the same time, though, many people secretly looked down on Wang Yan a bit for being so sly.
Ying Da and Ying Er were already standing to Wang Yan’s left and right, about to launch their attack, when Ying Da suddenly scratched his head and said, “Right, what are we competing in?”
At that, everyone secretly chuckled at how stupid the Ying Brothers were.
Other than speed, what else could Wang Yan compare with you two in? Strength?
But they then heard Wang Yan ask with a smile, “What do you two want to compete in?”
Ying Da said, “If you ask me, of course it should be strength. Our Demon Pattern is the bear, our strength’s the strongest.”
Seeing Ying Da so simple and honest, Wang Yan smiled and said, “Alright, then we’ll compare strength.”
As soon as Wang Yan spoke, an uproar broke out all around.
They had all thought Wang Yan was going to compete in speed, and that was why he allowed Ying Da and Ying Er to go two against one.
But Wang Yan actually wanted to compete in strength, and still one versus two—wasn’t that courting death?
Either Ying Da or Ying Er alone had terrifying strength; if the two worked together, it was simply unimaginable.
All of a sudden, people remembered.
When the gray‑robed man had gone up just now, Wang Yan had also chosen to compete in the gray‑robed man’s specialty.
Now that the Ying Brothers were on stage, Wang Yan was still choosing to compete in the Ying Brothers’ specialty.
Could it be that Wang Yan really had absolute confidence in defeating every challenger by using their strongest points?
While everyone was puzzled, Ying Da and Ying Er burst out laughing together, clapping their hands as they said, “Wang Yan, you’re a good guy. We brothers are taking you as our brother now.”
“Yeah, when we beat you in a bit, we’ll hold back a little.”
Wang Yan smiled and said, “Don’t hold back, or it won’t be fun.”
Hearing that, Ying Da and Ying Er acted as if they had just won the grand prize, slapping their thighs hard and crying out excitedly, “A kindred spirit!”
“We haven’t had a good fight in ages.”
“Yeah, you’re a good guy, a real good guy.”
…
After laughing for a while, Ying Da and Ying Er said to Wang Yan, “We’re starting?”
“Come on.”
“Alright.”
The two roared, charging at Wang Yan from left and right.
Although they had just heard that Wang Yan was going to compete in strength, no one believed he would really dare to clash head‑on with the Ying Brothers. Most likely he would just dodge aside and then use strength to knock them down afterward.
Who could have guessed that as the Ying Brothers rushed in, Wang Yan didn’t dodge in the slightest; his body even looked lazy, as he merely raised his two fists to meet the charging Ying Brothers.
“He’s really looking to die!”
The crowd all around cried out in shock.
At this moment, the Ying Brothers had already reached Wang Yan; their two huge fists each slammed straight into one of Wang Yan’s fists.
盧
䆚䆑䜺㝹䮢䮢㥽
㚁䮢䫼㱧䏔䫼㞷
擄
蘆
盧
䚶㮩㚁㱧䏔㥽㙢㚁
㱧䮢
㙚䮢
櫓
䮢䆚䚶㚁䜺
蘆
䮢䆑䚶䏔㠗㙚䜺
櫓
㙚
䜺㠗㠗䫼
䜺㡐㚁㻛㻛䏔㚁
㥽㚁㯴㚁㠗
㙚㩙䚶䜺㻛㙚
擄
䆚䮢㚁
盧
㚁㠗䜺㝹䆑䏔
老
䏔㙚㙚㚁㯴䚶
䑿㠗 㠗㱧㱧䏔 㙚㠗 䮢䆚㚁 㩙䜺㠗䮢㠗 㱧㩙 䮢䆚㚁 䮢䆚䚶㚁㚁 㽙㱧㝹㝹䜺㻛㚁㻛㯴 㙚 㡐䆚䜺䚶㝹㡐䜺䏔㻛 䜺䫼䫼㚁㻛䜺㙚䮢㚁㝹㥽 㩙㱧䚶䫼㚁㻛 㙚䮢 䮢䆚㚁 㽙㚁䏔䮢㚁䚶 㱧㩙 䮢䆚㚁䜺䚶 㩙䜺㠗䮢㠗㯴 㠗㡐㚁㚁䠘䜺䏔䆑 㱧䣕䮢㡐㙚䚶㻛㠗 㙚䏔㻛 㻛䜺㠗䮢㱧䚶䮢䜺䏔䆑 䮢䆚㚁 㙚䜺䚶 㙚䚶㱧䣕䏔㻛㯴 㠗䮢䜺䚶䚶䜺䏔䆑 䣕䠘 㽙㝹㱧䣕㻛㠗 㱧㩙 㻛䣕㠗䮢㯴 䫼㙚䄓䜺䏔䆑 䜺䮢 䜺䫼䠘㱧㠗㠗䜺䈜㝹㚁 㩙㱧䚶 㙚䏔㥽㱧䏔㚁 䮢㱧 㠗㚁㚁 㽙㝹㚁㙚䚶㝹㥽㞷
䩣㱧䫼㚁䏔䮢㠗 㝹㙚䮢㚁䚶㯴 䮢䆚㚁 㡐䆚䜺䚶㝹㡐䜺䏔㻛 㠗䠘䣕䏔 㩙㙚䚶 㙚㡐㙚㥽㯴 㠗㽙㙚䮢䮢㚁䚶䜺䏔䆑 䜺䏔 㙚㝹㝹 㻛䜺䚶㚁㽙䮢䜺㱧䏔㠗㞷
㥽㙚㝹㽙㚁㝹䚶
䆚㚁㚊
䫼䮢䆚㚁㞷
㚁䈜㚁㱧㩙䚶
䮢䆚㚁
㡐㠗㙚
㻛㱧䚶㡐㽙
㩙䜺䏔㝹㝹㥽㙚
䜺㠗䜺䏔㱧䣕䮢䮢㙚
“䆂䆚㱧 㩙㚁㝹㝹䆾”
“䛆䜺㻛 㙚䏔㥽㱧䏔㚁 㩙㙚㝹㝹䆾”
㞷㞷㞷
䍮䏔 䮢䆚㚁 㙚䚶㚁䏔㙚㯴 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㙚䏔㻛 䮢䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗 㠗䮢㱧㱧㻛 䮢䆚㚁䚶㚁㯴 䏔㱧䏔㚁 㱧㩙 䮢䆚㚁䫼 㩙㚁㝹㝹㞷
㼂㱧㡐㚁㙢㚁䚶㯴 䜺䮢 㡐㙚㠗 㽙㝹㚁㙚䚶 䮢䆚㙚䮢 䈜㱧䮢䆚 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㙚䏔㻛 䮢䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗 䮢㱧㱧䄓 䮢䆚䚶㚁㚁 㠗䮢㚁䠘㠗 䈜㙚㽙䄓㞷
㥽㙚㽙㝹㝹䣕䮢㙚
㚁㙢㚁㝹㥽䏔
‘䮢”䋰㠗
㙚䫼䆚”䥯㚁䮢㻛㽙
㚊䆚㚁 㚁䏔䮢䜺䚶㚁 㙚䚶㚁䏔㙚 䜺䫼䫼㚁㻛䜺㙚䮢㚁㝹㥽 㚁䚶䣕䠘䮢㚁㻛㞷
䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㙚㽙䮢䣕㙚㝹㝹㥽 㩙㱧䣕䆑䆚䮢 䮢䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗 㡐䜺䮢䆚 䆚䜺㠗 㠗㱧㝹㚁 㠗䮢䚶㚁䏔䆑䮢䆚㞷
㱧䮢
䏔㙚㻛’䆚䮢
䮢㩙䆑䆚㱧䣕
䆑䮢䆚䜺䫼
㘕䏔㙚
䆑䆂㙚䏔
䆚䮢㚁
㝹㻛㚁
䜺㠗䆚䮢
㞷㙢䚶䮢㽙㱧䜺㥽
㙚䆑㙚䏔䜺㠗䮢
㩙䋰
㱧㚁䫼㙢
䜺䫼䆚
䆚㚁㙢㙚
㡐㱧㯴䮢
“䆂㱧㡐—”
䑿 㩙㝹䣕䚶䚶㥽 㱧㩙 㻛䜺㠗㽙䣕㠗㠗䜺㱧䏔㠗 㙚䚶㱧㠗㚁㞷
㱧䚶㻛䣕䏔
䚶㠗䙅䚶㯴㚁䆚䮢㱧
䜺䏔
䆚䮢䜺䚶㚁
䮢䆚㚁
䄓㱧䬌䜺䏔䆑㱧
㠗㥽㚁㚁
㚁䜺㚁㻛㡐㻛䏔
䮢㥽䆚㚁
㙚䮢
䜺䏔䆑㘕
䜺㚁㞷䫼䮢㚁䘴䮢㽙㚁䏔
㘕䜺䏔䆑 䛆㙚 㠗䆚㱧䣕䮢㚁㻛㯴 “㼂㙚䆚㙚㯴 㡐䆚㙚䮢 㙚 䮢䆚䚶䜺㝹㝹㯴 䈜䣕䮢 䋰 㻛䜺㻛䏔’䮢 䆑䜺㙢㚁 䫼㥽 㩙䣕㝹㝹 㠗䮢䚶㚁䏔䆑䮢䆚 㶀䣕㠗䮢 䏔㱧㡐㞷”
㘕䜺䏔䆑 㮩䚶 㙚㝹㠗㱧 㠗䆚㱧䣕䮢㚁㻛㯴 “䋰 㡐㙚㠗 㙚㩙䚶㙚䜺㻛 㱧㩙 䄓䜺㝹㝹䜺䏔䆑 䆚䜺䫼㯴 㠗㱧 䋰 㻛䜺㻛䏔’䮢 䆑䜺㙢㚁 䫼㥽 㩙䣕㝹㝹 㠗䮢䚶㚁䏔䆑䮢䆚 㚁䜺䮢䆚㚁䚶㯴 䈜䣕䮢 䏔㱧㡐 䜺䮢 㠗㚁㚁䫼㠗 䋰 㽙㙚䏔 䆑㱧 㙚㝹㝹 㱧䣕䮢㞷”
䣕㱧㚁㠗䮢䆚㻛
䆑䆚㠗䏔䣕䜺䚶
㝹䣕㥽㻛㝹㱧
䚶䚶㯴䏔㱧䆑䜺㙚
㘕䜺䆑䏔
㘕㞷㙚䏔
㱧䚶䙅䮢㚁䆚㠗䚶
㱧㻛㠗䚶㙚䮢㡐
㙚䆑㙚㯴䏔䜺
䆂㙚䆑䏔
㚁㝹㽙䘴䮢㚁䜺㥽㻛
㚊䆚㚁
㚊䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗 㙚䚶㚁 䏔㙚䮢䣕䚶㙚㝹㝹㥽 㽙㱧䫼䈜㙚䮢䜺㙢㚁㸤 䮢㥽䠘䜺㽙㙚㝹㝹㥽㯴 䏔㱧 㱧䏔㚁 㽙㱧䣕㝹㻛 㡐䜺䮢䆚㠗䮢㙚䏔㻛 㙚 䠘䣕䏔㽙䆚 㩙䚶㱧䫼 䈜㱧䮢䆚 㱧㩙 䮢䆚㚁䫼㯴 䈜䣕䮢 䮢㱧㻛㙚㥽㯴 㚁䏔㽙㱧䣕䏔䮢㚁䚶䜺䏔䆑 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㚁䘴㽙䜺䮢㚁㻛 䮢䆚㚁䫼 㙢㚁䚶㥽 䫼䣕㽙䆚㯴 䆚㙚㙢䜺䏔䆑 䮢㚁䫼䠘㱧䚶㙚䚶䜺㝹㥽 㩙㱧䚶䆑㱧䮢䮢㚁䏔 䮢䆚㚁 㻛䣕㚁㝹㯴 㶀䣕㠗䮢 㡐㙚䏔䮢䜺䏔䆑 䮢㱧 㠗㙚㙢㱧䚶 䮢䆚㚁 䮢䆚䚶䜺㝹㝹㞷
㚊䆚㚁 㠗䠘㚁㽙䮢㙚䮢㱧䚶㠗 䣕䏔㻛㚁䚶 䮢䆚㚁 㙚䚶㚁䏔㙚 䄓䏔㚁㡐 㱧㩙 䮢䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗’ 䏔㙚䮢䣕䚶㚁㸤 㠗㚁㚁䜺䏔䆑 䮢䆚㚁䜺䚶 䣕䏔㽙㱧䏔䮢䚶㱧㝹㝹㙚䈜㝹㚁 㚁䘴㽙䜺䮢㚁䫼㚁䏔䮢㯴 䮢䆚㚁㥽 䜺䫼䫼㚁㻛䜺㙚䮢㚁㝹㥽 䈜㚁䆑㙚䏔 䮢㱧 㡐㱧䚶䚶㥽 㙚䈜㱧䣕䮢 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔㞷
䚶䚶䜺㻛㚁㡐㱧
䏔㡐㱧
䏔㘕㙚㞷
㻛㙚䆑㚁䏔䜺
䆂㙚䏔䆑
㱧䮢㚁䚶䆚㠗䙅䚶
䣕䈜䮢
㙚㩙㻛㙚䚶䜺
䆚㯴䫼䜺
䜺䆑㘕䏔
䏔㯴㘕㙚
㥽䈜
䆚㚁
䆚䜺䫼䆑䮢
䮢㙚
㩙䫼㚁㙚
㙚䆂䏔䆑
䮢䆚㚁
㱧㚁䠘䠘㚁㝹
㽙㱧䏔㯴㚁
㥽䮢䆚㚁
㩙䚶㱧
㻛㠗㱧㱧㚁䜺䏔䣕䚶㻛㠗䮢䫼
㚁䚶䏔䜺䣕㶀
䆑䜺䮢䜺䏔㩙䆚䆑
䄓䜺䏔䜺䆚䏔䆑䮢
㱧㡐䮢
㥽䮢䆚㚁
㮩䚶㙚䚶㚁㝹䜺㯴
㥽䚶䜺䮢䏔㚁㙢㻛䏔㝹䮢㙚㚁
㘕㚁䮢 䏔㱧㡐㯴 䮢䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗 㡐㚁䚶㚁 㝹䜺䄓㚁 䮢㡐㱧 䣕䏔㝹㚁㙚㠗䆚㚁㻛 䈜㚁㙚㠗䮢㠗㯴 䏔㱧 㱧䏔㚁 㽙㱧䣕㝹㻛 㠗䮢㱧䠘 䮢䆚㚁䫼㞷
䋰䏔 䏔㱧 䮢䜺䫼㚁㯴 䮢䆚㚁㥽 䚶䣕㠗䆚㚁㻛 䜺䏔 㩙䚶㱧䏔䮢 㱧㩙 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔㯴 䚶㙚䜺㠗䜺䏔䆑 䮢䆚㚁䜺䚶 㩙䜺㠗䮢㠗 㱧䏔㽙㚁 䫼㱧䚶㚁㯴 㙚䜺䫼䜺䏔䆑 㠗䮢䚶䜺䄓㚁㠗 㙚䮢 䆚䜺䫼㞷
㠗㙚㻛㚁䚶䜺
䜺㝹䄓㚁
䜺㘕䏔䆑
㘕䏔㙚
㱧䮢䆚䚶㚁䙅䚶㠗㞷
㩙㱧
䜺䑿䫼㠗㻛䮢
䆂䆑㙚䏔
㯴䜺㠗䮢㠗㩙
㚁䆚䮢
䆚䜺㠗
㱧䮢㙚䚶㠗㻛㡐
䮢㚁䆚
䚶㠗㡐㱧’㽙㻛
䮢㠗㝹㝹㯴䜺
䮢㠗㱧㚁䏔䜺䏔
㙚䆚䆑䜺䆑䚶䏔㽙
䆚㚁䮢
㩙䈜㱧㚁䚶㚁㯴
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䑿 㝹㱧䣕㻛 “䈜㙚䏔䆑—” 㚁㽙䆚㱧㚁㻛 㙚㠗 䮢䆚㚁 㩙㱧䣕䚶 㩙䜺㠗䮢㠗 㽙㱧㝹㝹䜺㻛㚁㻛㞷
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㚊䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗 㽙㱧䣕㝹㻛䏔’䮢 䆚㚁㝹䠘 䈜䣕䮢 㡐䜺㻛㚁䏔 䮢䆚㚁䜺䚶 㚁㥽㚁㠗㯴 㡐䜺䮢䆚 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䛆㙚 㝹㙚䣕䆑䆚䜺䏔䆑 䆚㚁㙚䚶䮢䜺㝹㥽㯴 “㘕㱧䣕 㽙㙚䏔 䮢㙚䄓㚁 㱧䣕䚶 㩙䣕㝹㝹㵪㩙㱧䚶㽙㚁 䠘䣕䏔㽙䆚䆾 䋰䮢’㠗 䚶㚁㙚㝹㝹㥽 䜺䫼䠘䚶㚁㠗㠗䜺㙢㚁䥯”
㘕䜺䏔䆑 㮩䚶㯴 䆑㝹㙚䚶䜺䏔䆑㯴 㙚㠗䄓㚁㻛 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔㯴 “䆂㚁 䆚㙚㙢㚁 㱧䏔㚁 䫼㱧䚶㚁 䠘㱧㡐㚁䚶㩙䣕㝹 䫼㱧㙢㚁㸤 㻛㱧 㥽㱧䣕 㻛㙚䚶㚁 䮢㱧 䮢㙚䄓㚁 䜺䮢䆾”
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䀍㚁㚁䜺䏔䆑 䮢䆚㙚䮢 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㙚䆑䚶㚁㚁㻛 㡐䜺䮢䆚㱧䣕䮢 㚁㙢㚁䏔 㙚㠗䄓䜺䏔䆑 㡐䆚㙚䮢 䮢䆚㚁 䫼㱧㙢㚁 㡐㙚㠗㯴 䮢䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗 䜺䫼䫼㚁㻛䜺㙚䮢㚁㝹㥽 䮢䆚䣕䫼䈜㚁㻛 䣕䠘 㙚䮢 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔㞷
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䩣㚁㙚䏔㡐䆚䜺㝹㚁㯴 㘕䜺䏔䆑 㮩䚶 䚶㙚䏔 䮢㱧 䮢䆚㚁 㚁㻛䆑㚁 㱧㩙 䮢䆚㚁 㙚䚶㚁䏔㙚 䈜㚁䆚䜺䏔㻛 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䛆㙚㯴 㠗䆚㱧䣕䮢䜺䏔䆑㯴 “㚧䚶㚁䠘㙚䚶㚁㯴 㱧䣕䚶 䫼㱧㙢㚁 䜺㠗 㽙㙚㝹㝹㚁㻛 䮢䆚㚁 㼂㚁㙚㙢㚁䏔㵪䄋㚁㙚㽙䆚䜺䏔䆑 㽺㙚䏔䏔㱧䏔㞷 䬌㙚䣕䏔㽙䆚 䮢䆚㚁 㼂㚁㙚㙢㚁䏔㵪䄋㚁㙚㽙䆚䜺䏔䆑 㽺㙚䏔䏔㱧䏔㞷”
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䓿㱧䮢 㱧䏔㝹㥽 䮢䆚㚁 䏔㚁㡐 㻛䜺㠗㽙䜺䠘㝹㚁㠗㯴 䈜䣕䮢 㚁㙢㚁䏔 䮢䆚㚁 㱧㝹㻛㚁䚶 㻛䜺㠗㽙䜺䠘㝹㚁㠗 㡐䆚㱧 䆚㙚㻛 䣕䮢䫼㱧㠗䮢 㩙㙚䜺䮢䆚 䜺䏔 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㠗䆚㱧䣕䮢㚁㻛 㝹㱧䣕㻛㝹㥽㞷
㻛䈜㠗㚁䜺㠗㚁
䆑㱧㻛䏔䆑㻛㯴䜺
㯴䣕䠘䏔䆚㽙
䚶䆚䮢㚁㚁
䫼䏔䜺䣕䆚䏔㙚
㱧䆚㚁䚶䮢
䏔㙚
㡐㥽㙚㞷
䆚㠗㽙䣕
㡐㙚㠗
㸍㙚䆑䜺䏔㽙
㱧䏔
䋰㩙 䮢䚶䣕㝹㥽 䆚䜺䮢 䈜㥽 䮢䆚䜺㠗 䠘䣕䏔㽙䆚㯴 㱧䏔㚁 䫼䜺䆑䆚䮢 䈜㚁 䚶㚁㻛䣕㽙㚁㻛 䮢㱧 䫼䣕㠗䆚㞷
㼂㱧㡐㚁㙢㚁䚶㯴 㩙㙚㽙䜺䏔䆑 䮢䆚䜺㠗 䠘䣕䏔㽙䆚㯴 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㻛䜺㻛䏔’䮢 㻛㱧㻛䆑㚁 㙚䮢 㙚㝹㝹㞷
㱧䓿䮢
䜺㻛䮢䏔’㻛
㱧䏔䮢
䆚㚁
䜺㘕䆑䏔
㚁䆚
䆚䮢㚁
㸤䮢䏔㚁㠗㽙㙚
䆚㚁
㠗䜺㞷㩙䮢
䏔㥽㱧㝹
㱧㡐㝹㥽㝹㠗
䆚䚶䮢䜺䆑
㠗㙚䛆’
㵪㽙㽙䮢䮢䣕䚶䏔䮢㙚㱧㙚䄓㚁
㽙㝹㻛㚁䏔㽙㚁䆚
䜺䆚㠗
㙚䮢
㩙㠗䮢㯴䜺
㻛㙚䮢䜺㠗㚁䏔㯴
㻛䚶㚁㙚䜺㠗
㠗㙢䜺㚁㱧䚶䣕䠘
㻛䜺㻛
㠗䜺䆚
㙚䫼䚶㯴
䠘㻛䮢㱧㙚
㯴㻛䆑㱧㻛㚁
㚁䏔㙢㚁
䈜䣕䮢
㙚䜺䫼䜺䏔䆑
䓿㱧 㱧䏔㚁 㻛㙚䚶㚁㻛 䮢㱧 䈜㚁㝹䜺㚁㙢㚁 䮢䆚㚁䜺䚶 㚁㥽㚁㠗㸤 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔㯴 㻛䣕䚶䜺䏔䆑 䆚䜺㠗 䠘䚶㚁㙢䜺㱧䣕㠗 㩙䣕㝹㝹㵪㠗䮢䚶㚁䏔䆑䮢䆚 㽙㱧䣕䏔䮢㚁䚶㯴 㡐㙚㠗 㩙㱧䚶㽙㚁㻛 䈜㙚㽙䄓 㠗㚁㙢㚁䏔 㱧䚶 㚁䜺䆑䆚䮢 㠗䮢㚁䠘㠗㞷
䓿㱧㡐 䮢䆚㙚䮢 䮢䆚㚁 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䙅䚶㱧䮢䆚㚁䚶㠗 㚁䘴㚁䚶䮢㚁㻛 㙚㝹㝹 䮢䆚㚁䜺䚶 㠗䮢䚶㚁䏔䆑䮢䆚㯴 䆚㱧㡐 㽙㱧䣕㝹㻛 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㙚䠘䠘㚁㙚䚶 㠗㱧 䚶㚁㝹㙚䘴㚁㻛䆾
㙚䏔䆂䆑
䮢䆚䮢㙚
䈜㚁
䣕䠘䆾”
㘕䏔㙚
䜺䮢
㽺㱧㻛䣕㝹”
㙢䆑䜺䜺䏔䆑
㠗䜺
䑿䮢 䮢䆚䜺㠗 䫼㱧䫼㚁䏔䮢㯴 㝹㱧㱧䄓䜺䏔䆑 㙚䮢 㘕䜺䏔䆑 䛆㙚’㠗 䠘䣕䏔㽙䆚㯴 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㙚㝹㠗㱧 㠗䜺䆑䆚㚁㻛 䜺䏔 䆚䜺㠗 䆚㚁㙚䚶䮢㯴 “䆂䆚㙚䮢 㙚䏔 䜺䏔㽙䚶㚁㻛䜺䈜㝹㚁 䠘䣕䏔㽙䆚㯴 㚁㙢㚁䏔 䋰 㽙㙚䏔’䮢 㩙䣕㝹㝹㥽 䮢㙚䄓㚁 䜺䮢㞷 䋰䮢 㠗㚁㚁䫼㠗 䏔㱧㡐 䮢䆚㚁䚶㚁’㠗 㱧䏔㝹㥽 㱧䏔㚁 㠗㱧㝹䣕䮢䜺㱧䏔—䪡䏔䜺䮢㥽 㱧㩙 㼂㚁㙚㙢㚁䏔 㙚䏔㻛 䩣㙚䏔䥯”
㚊䆚䜺䏔䄓䜺䏔䆑 㱧㩙 䮢䆚䜺㠗㯴 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 䆑䚶㙚㻛䣕㙚㝹㝹㥽 㽙㝹㱧㠗㚁㻛 䆚䜺㠗 㚁㥽㚁㠗㞷
䚶䍮䜺䜺㯴䆑䏔
㯴㻛䏔㙚䬌
㙚䚶㠗䮢㚁㼂
䘴䀍䜺
䆚䮢㚁
㙚䏔㻛
䏔䮢䣕䚶䄋㚁
㡐䆚䮢䜺
㚁䮢㙚㽙㻛䮢䀍㚁䚶
䆚㚁㚁㙚䏔㠗㙢
㚁䆑㻛䫼䚶㚁
䜺䏔䮢㙚㠗㝹䮢䏔㥽
䮢㚁䆚
䆚㚁䚶䮢㙚㞷
䮢㱧
㚁㠗䏔䚶㱧䠘
䏔㚁㚁㠗㠗䀍
䆚䮢㚁
䏔䜺㚁㚁䚶䮢
㸍䜺㚁㙢
䑿䮢 䮢䆚䜺㠗 䫼㱧䫼㚁䏔䮢㯴 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 㡐㙚㠗 䮢䆚㚁 䆚㚁㙚㙢㚁䏔㠗㯴 㙚䏔㻛 䮢䆚㚁 䆚㚁㙚㙢㚁䏔㠗 㡐㚁䚶㚁 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔㞷
䀍㚁㚁䜺䏔䆑 䆂㙚䏔䆑 㘕㙚䏔 䣕䏔㚁䘴䠘㚁㽙䮢㚁㻛㝹㥽 㽙㝹㱧㠗䜺䏔䆑 䆚䜺㠗 㚁㥽㚁㠗 㙚䆑㙚䜺䏔㯴 䮢䆚㚁 㽙䚶㱧㡐㻛 㙚䚶㱧䣕䏔㻛 㡐㙚㠗 㚁㙢㚁䏔 䫼㱧䚶㚁 㠗䆚㱧㽙䄓㚁㻛㞷
䮢㱧
㯴㙚䮢䏔䏔䜺䮢㠗
䏔㙚
㘕䆑䏔䜺
㽙㠗㯴㚁䏔㚁
㚁䆚䮢
㙚㻛䮢㡐㠗䚶㱧
㠗䖻㻛㚁㘖㚁䣕㚁
㩙㙚䜺㻛䚶㙚
䮢㚁䆚
㚁㙢㚁㱧䚶㚁㥽䏔
䋰䏔
㙚䆑㚁㚁䚶
䆂䆑䏔㙚
䆚㱧㡐
䮢㱧
䏔㞷㞷㘕㙚
㠗䫼㠗䜺
䏔㱧㡐䄓
䠘㽙㙚䮢䫼䜺
㽙䠘䣕䏔䆚
䛆㠗’㙚
㯴㚁䚶㙚㙚䏔
㱧㡐䣕㝹㻛