Chapter 1339: Chapter 662: Demon God! Sword Immortal! (Part 2)

But, these means are not enough to surpass Zhao Danqing; matching him is already very difficult, let alone defeating him.

It’s just barely holding on.

Now, finally seeing the dawn of victory, if the battle continues, he will really have to use all his strength, but in doing so, he would return to the beginning.

Revealing his identity would make him a target of all!

“Ling Xu, today is the day of your fall!” The Soul-devouring Demon Saint laughed wildly, as if he had foreseen the situation of Ling Xu Taoist being forced to death.

Yet unexpectedly, the Demon Emperor Bell did not pursue the victory, instead, it hung in the void.

Ling Xu Taoist’s face turned grim, and though he was extremely unwilling in his heart, he knew the balance of the battle had been broken. If they all died, even if Shushan had reserves, it would be of no use.

They must utilize the true strength of the immortals!

Not only to turn the tide of battle but also to avenge Shen Xu junior brother!

“Sect Leader senior brother, do it!”

“Senior brother!”

The True Masters, such as Qing Xu True Monarch, Yang Xu, and Zhen Xu, turned their gaze to Ling Xu Taoist. A series of sound transmissions reached their ears; clearly, they too understood the current situation.

Waiting… only leads to death!

Fighting… there is still a chance of victory!

Even if they exhaust the entire Shushan’s reserves, at least they would still have the support, avoiding a disastrous outcome. Moreover, Jiang He and Chen Yuan were both there to help.

If they died, would the Taoist Divine Palace let it slide?

Zhao Danqing, as the Sect Leader True Monarch of Biyou Palace, would definitely not perish with Shushan. This is their best and most helpless choice at the moment.

“Alright!!!”

Ling Xu True Monarch nodded slightly, taking a deep breath.

He drew his sword finger across the Slaughter Immortal Sword’s blade, forcing a mouthful of essence blood to spray onto the sword. Then he crushed a jade talisman, instantly releasing a powerful aura.

The ground below Shushan cracked open.

Rays of dazzling brilliance began to shine from the fissures, an extremely terrifying aura was sweeping over the world, the sharp energy emanating from it caused the faces of the present Demon Saints to change drastically.

Indeed, Shushan, known as the Human Race’s Immortal Sect, the Sword Cultivation Holy Land, certainly had the reserves of immortals.

Chen Yuan and others breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, there’s no more hiding. If Shushan were destroyed, it wouldn’t be too much. What are the immortal reserves left for?

They are meant to reverse the situation in the sect’s most critical moment.

But if all the True Masters and True Monarchs perished, could Shushan still reverse the situation in the future?

Just then, when Chen Yuan once again turned his gaze towards the Sky Roc Demon Saint, a terrifying aura locked onto his form; it was the… Demon Emperor Bell!

To the surprise of everyone present and the Demon Saints, the Demon Emperor Bell did not attempt to suppress Ling Xu True Monarch of Shushan; instead, it locked onto Chen Yuan, who was covered in black scales!

What’s going on here?

Chen Yuan was shocked, his spirit in a frantic spin, but he couldn’t figure out the reason at the moment. Was it because he killed that big spider? Absolutely not. If that were the case, Zhao Danqing, who ambushed the old fox, should also be a target.

Is it because he seems easy to pick on?

No, that’s definitely not it!

When did the change in the Demon Emperor Bell start?

When it collided with the Demon Suppressing Tower!

Somehow, Chen Yuan immediately associated it with the black vertical eye he saw on the ninth floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Is it that?!!!

Without any basis, but Chen Yuan indeed thought of this, and there was a slight certainty. However, there was no time to think much about it now.

Because time was too pressing.

He knew the Qi Fortune Altar could restrain such things, but that was to restrain anything attempting to possess his Spirit Platform; in reality, until now, Chen Yuan couldn’t even wield a fraction of its power.

It always existed in the depths of his consciousness, seemingly not even in the same dimensional space.

The aura of the Demon Emperor Bell locked onto Chen Yuan, bringing with it a sense of lethal danger; without time to think, he was about to escape and rush to Ling Xu True Monarch’s side.

But just as he had this thought, another terrifying bell sound reverberated in the void!

When this power enveloped Chen Yuan’s body, he realized why Ling Xu True Monarch couldn’t move just now; it was because an incredibly strong power suppressed him, leaving him unable to move!

The Demon Emperor Bell instantly tore through the void, intending to completely suppress Chen Yuan.

On the inner wall, a vertical eye emitted a hint of killing intent.

A ten-inch Primordial Spirit, imbued with innate Purple Energy, and a mysterious treasure that even instilled fear in him—this must not be spared, it must be exterminated, not only to eliminate a potential threat.

But also to settle the enmity from the previous obliteration of his origin, that nearly cost him his life; if it hadn’t been just a probe back then, he would’ve perished already.

Of course, the most important objective was his desire to obtain that terrifying treasure.

According to his speculation, it could very well be an existence above an Immortal Weapon!

He didn’t dare entertain thoughts of infiltrating the Spirit Platform, but if the physical body were destroyed, there might be a chance.

Thus, after repelling the Shushan True Monarch, he immediately took action!

Seeing Chen Yuan immobilized, suppressed on the spot, Jiang He was directly shocked and instantly unleashed the last sword of the Sky-reaching Seven Forms, Execution of Immortals!

Like a sword from the heavens, the Exterminating Immortal Sword instantly tore through the void, attempting to rescue.

A terrifying aura quickly condensed into a river of Sword Qi in the void, like a Milky Way suspended in the sky, pouring down.

However, it was clear that it was already too late.

䟪㰶䑑

㮹

㻼㓾䑑㧏㧏䈀

擄

㧏㚑䈑䈑㓾䟪

老

䈑㓧䟪㰶䈑㫬

䈀㮹㚇㢭䟪㓾㭟㭐

䍴䈀䈑䟪䦱㰶

㩋䟪㮹䈑㩋㮹㓾䑑

㭟䟪㚇䪕䈀㮹

‘㩋㩋䈑㫬䟪

㮹䛸㻼㫬

㫬㬭䈑㩋䈑䑑

䪕㓧㮹

蘆

㓧㰶㫬䑑

㫬䈑䪕䦱㻼

䟪㚇䈑䟪㫬㚑㮹䦱㮹㕿㫬

䈑㭐㮹㓾㭟㓾䈑㚇㩋䈀

䨷䟪

䟪㰶䑑

䦱䈀㚇㓾䈑㚇㻼䪕

盧

㰶䑑

盧

㩋䧽䈑㚇

䑑㚇㭟㫬䟪㭟

櫓

䈀䈀䧡䈑䪕

㓾䈀㸿䑑䟪䈑䲞㩋

路

老

路

䈑㓾㚑䈑㧏䟪

䑑㰶䦸㫬

㰶䑑䑑䟪㕿㮹䟪䪕䈑

㰶䈑䪕

櫓

㧏㓾㕿䪕㻼䪕㧏䪕䑑䑑㩋

䟑㰶䑑 䪕㻼㧏㧏㓾䑑䪕䪕䈑㚇㫬 㚇㢭 䟪㰶䑑 㬭㚇䈑㩋 㓧䈑䟪㰶䈑㫬 䪕䑑㬭䑑㓾㮹䈀 㢭䑑䑑䟪 㮹㓾㚇㻼㫬㩋 㓧㮹䪕 㢭㚇㓾䲞䈑䞶䈀㸿 䪕㰶㮹䟪䟪䑑㓾䑑㩋㕿 䦸㰶䑑㫬 䛸㻼㮹㫬’䪕 㢭㮹䲞䑑 㢭䈀㻼䪕㰶䑑㩋㕿 㮹㫬㩋 㰶䑑 䈑㫬䪕䟪㮹㫬䟪䈀㸿 䪕䟪䑑㧏㧏䑑㩋 㢭㚇㓾㓧㮹㓾㩋㕿 䟪㓾㮹㬭䑑㓾䪕䈑㫬䦱 䟪㰶䑑 㬭㚇䈑㩋㕿 㮹㓾㓾䈑㬭䈑㫬䦱 㮹 䟪㰶㚇㻼䪕㮹㫬㩋 㢭䑑䑑䟪 㮹㓧㮹㸿䍴

䟑㰶䑑㓾䑑 㓧㮹䪕 䪕䟪䈑䈀䈀 㮹 䪕䈀䈑䦱㰶䟪䈀㸿 䦱㓾㮹㬭䑑 䑑㗞㧏㓾䑑䪕䪕䈑㚇㫬 䈑㫬 㰶䈑䪕 䑑㸿䑑䪕䍴

㰶䟪䑑

䨷䟪

㕿䪕㧏䑑㻼㧏䪕䑑㓾䪕㩋

㫬㚇䟪

䑑䞶

㢭䈑

㓧㚇䈀㩋㻼

䟪㓾䲞㮹䈑䈑䲞䈀

䟪㚇㚇

䈑䟪

䑑䞶

㭟㧏㓾䑑㚇㓾㟳

㵺㚇㻼㚇㕿䈀

䑑㔥䈀䈀

㫬䑑㬭䑑

䑑㰶

㮹㫬

䟪䪕䑑䟪㓾㮹㰶

㫬㮹㩋

䍴䟪䑑䈀㮹

㫬䑑㬭䑑

㸿㓾㚇䞶㮹䞶䈀㧏

㮹䞶䑑䈀

䑑䖗㚇㫬㭟

㮹㭟㸿

䲞䑑䍴䑑㧏㮹䪕

䑑㮹䟪䈀㓾䑑㩋

䑑䲞㫬㫀

䈑䈀㮹㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪

䟪㰶㮹䟪

䟪㚇

䟪㭟㭟㕿㚇㫬䑑

䟑㰶䈑䪕 䧡䈑㫬㩋 㚇㢭 䪕㻼㧏㧏㓾䑑䪕䪕䈑㫬䦱 䟪㓾䑑㮹䪕㻼㓾䑑 䈑䪕 䲞㚇㫬䪕䈑㩋䑑㓾䑑㩋 䪕䈑㭟䈑䈀㮹㓾 䟪㚇 䟪㰶䑑 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 㚑㻼㧏㧏㓾䑑䪕䪕䈑㫬䦱 䟑㚇㓧䑑㓾䍴

㵺㚇㓾䑑㚇㬭䑑㓾㕿 㵺㚇䈀㻼㚇 㓧㮹䪕 䈑㫬 㮹 䲞㓾䈑䟪䈑䲞㮹䈀 䲞䈀㚇䪕䑑㩋㿂㩋㚇㚇㓾 䲞㻼䈀䟪䈑㬭㮹䟪䈑㚇㫬㕿 㮹㫬㩋 䈑䟪 㓧㮹䪕 㚇㢭 䦱㓾䑑㮹䟪 䈑㭟㧏㚇㓾䟪㮹㫬䲞䑑㽊 㰶䑑 㓧㚇㻼䈀㩋 㫬㚇䟪 䞶䑑 㩋䈑䪕䟪㻼㓾䞶䑑㩋 䑑㮹䪕䈑䈀㸿 㻼㫬䈀䑑䪕䪕 䈑䟪 㓧㮹䪕 㮹䞶䪕㚇䈀㻼䟪䑑䈀㸿 㫬䑑䲞䑑䪕䪕㮹㓾㸿䍴 㫀㢭 䲞㚇㻼㓾䪕䑑㕿 䈑㢭 㐔䈑㫬䦱 㗥㻼 㩋䈑㩋㫬’䟪 㻼䪕䑑 㰶䈑䪕 䈀㮹䪕䟪 㓾䑑䪕㚇㓾䟪㕿 䟪㰶䑑㫬 㰶䑑 㓾䑑㮹䈀䈀㸿 㰶㮹㩋 䟪㚇 㻼䪕䑑 䈑䟪䍴

䲞䦱㚇䈑䧡㫬㰶䪕

䈑㮹㓾㕿

㧏㫬㧏䪕㓾䦱䈑䑑䪕䪕㻼

㰶䑑䟪

䟪㚇㫬䈑

䑑䪕㧏㫬㓾䑑䟪䍴

䑑㫬㬭㸿䑑䑑㚇㓾

㫬䛸㮹㻼

䦸㫬㰶䑑

䧡䞶㓾䑑㚇

㓾㻼㰶䦱䟪㰶㚇

㰶䟪䑑

䑑㕿㧏㓾㚇㓧

䈑䑑㫬䈀䑑䦱㢭

㭐㓾䑑㬭䈑㚇㻼䪕䈀㸿㕿 䑑㬭䑑㫬 㐔䈑㫬䦱 㗥㻼 㵺㚇㫬㮹㓾䲞㰶 䲞㚇㻼䈀㩋㫬’䟪 㓾䑑㮹䲞䟪 䈑㫬 䟪䈑㭟䑑䍴 㾿㢭 䈑䟪 㓧䑑㓾䑑㫬’䟪 㢭㚇㓾 㚑㰶䑑㫬 㗥㻼 䖗㮹㚇䈑䪕䟪 㓾䈑䪕䧡䈑㫬䦱 㰶䈑䪕 䈀䈑㢭䑑 䟪㚇 㮹䲞䟪䈑㬭㮹䟪䑑 䟪㰶䑑 㚑䈀㮹㻼䦱㰶䟪䑑㓾 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋㕿 䟪㰶䑑㸿 㓧㚇㻼䈀㩋 㰶㮹㬭䑑 䞶䑑䑑㫬 㩋䈑㓾䑑䲞䟪䈀㸿 䪕㻼㧏㧏㓾䑑䪕䪕䑑㩋 䈑㫬䟪㚇 䟪㰶䑑 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 㟳㭟㧏䑑㓾㚇㓾 㔥䑑䈀䈀䍴

䂯㫬䟪䈑䈀 䟪㰶䈑䪕 㭟㚇㭟䑑㫬䟪㕿 㮹䈀䈀 䟪㰶䑑 䪕䟪㓾㚇㫬䦱 㚇㫬䑑䪕 㢭䈑㫬㮹䈀䈀㸿 㓾䑑䦱㮹㓾㩋䑑㩋 䦸㰶䑑㫬 䛸㻼㮹㫬 㓧䈑䟪㰶 㭟㮹㗞䈑㭟㻼㭟 䪕䑑㓾䈑㚇㻼䪕㫬䑑䪕䪕㕿 䑑㬭䑑㫬 㭟㚇㓾䑑 䪕㚇 䟪㰶㮹㫬 㐔䈑㫬䦱 㗥㻼 㵺㚇㫬㮹㓾䲞㰶䍴

㰶㮹㫬䑑䑑㬭

㚇㓾䲞㢭䑑

䟪䑑㰶

㰶䟪䑑

㫬㮹䦱㾛䈑

䪕㓾䧡䟪䲞㻼

㮹㫬㩋

㰶䟪䑑

㮹㩋㫬

㮹㫬㩋

䦱㫬䈑㸿㢭䈑㓾㓾䑑䟪

㓾㰶䦱㰶㚇䟪㻼

㾿䟪㫬䟪㫬䑑

䟪㮹㰶䟪

㚇㢭㓾

㓧㰶䈑䟪

㮹䑑㰶䈑䦱䪕㫬㻼㫬䈀

䜔䪕䑑’

䑑䖗㭟㚇㫬

㰶䟪䑑

㓧䈑㰶䟪

㮹䲞㚇䈀㫬䈑䈀䪕㧏䦱

㓧㚑㓾㩋㚇

䈀䑑䈀㕿㔥

㟳䑑䟪㭟㮹㫬䈑㗞䟪㓾㫬䦱䈑

㚇䑑㟳㧏㓾㭟㓾

㾿㭟㚇㭟㓾䟪㮹䈀

㚑㕿㓧㚇㩋㓾

㰶䟪䑑

䪕䑑㓧㧏䟪

㕿䑑㰶䟪㮹㓾

䑑㮹㓾䍴㰶䟪

㰶䑑㫬㮹㬭䑑䪕

䈑㚇㩋㬭

㮹㓾㓾㫬䈑㸿䦱䲞

䈀䪕㕿䑑㭟䈑

㓾㚇㕿㓾㮹

㮹

㮹䈑䟪㫬㫬㚇䪕䦱䑑㓾

“㔥㚇㚇㭟䴊䴊䴊”

䟑㰶䑑 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㮒䑑㮹㧏㚇㫬 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 㟳㭟㧏䑑㓾㚇㓾 㔥䑑䈀䈀 㓧㮹䪕 㮹䲞䟪㻼㮹䈀䈀㸿 㓾䑑㧏䑑䈀䈀䑑㩋䍴

䟪䑑䈀㓾䲞䈑䧡

㓧㩋㚇㚑㓾

䈑㓧䟪㰶

䑑䑑㫬䪕䦱㧏䈑

䑑㧏䑑䲞㚇䑑㕿㭟㓾㫬㩋㰶㩋

䑑㓾㗞㫬㟳㫬䟪㭟䦱䟪㮹䈑䈑

䟪䑑㰶㚑㬭㫬䑑

㚇㓧㚑㓾㩋

㓾䑑䪕㫬䪕㕿㧏㚇䑑

㭟㚇㓾㢭

㭟㧏䟪䲞䈑㮹

䪕㫬㻼䦱䈑

㓧䪕䟪㫬㮹’

㓧㮹䪕

㔥㻼䟪

㓾㚇䈀䟪㭟㭟㾿㮹

㩋䍴䑑㫬䦱䲞㫬䈑䈀䈑

䈑㫬㚇㓾㭟䲞䪕

㚇㮹䈀䪕

㰶䈑䪕

㧏㸿䈑㮹㓾㩋䈀

㮹㩋㫬

㫬㓾䲞㚇㕿㓾䑑

䈑㫬

‘䑑䜔䪕

㩋㰶㮹

㩋䲞㫬䧡䧡㚇䑑

㚇㢭

㮹㓾㻼㮹

㫬㾛䦱䈑㮹

䟪䈑

䲞䈑䟪㩋䑑䈀㸿㓾

䈀㢭㻼㸿䈀

㢭䈀㫬䈑㕿㸿䦱

䑑䑑㸿

㮹

䟪㰶䑑

㚇㩋䞶䈀㚇

䍴䈑㰶㭟

㫬㩋㮹

䈑䞶㸿㚇䈀㓾䲞㢭

䑑㚇㩋㓾㭟䑑䟪㻼䪕㫬

䟑㰶䑑

㫬㚇

㫀㢭 䲞㚇㻼㓾䪕䑑㕿 䟪㰶䈑䪕 㚇㫬䑑 䪕㓧㚇㓾㩋 䲞㚇㻼䈀㩋 㩋䑑㢭䈑㫬䈑䟪䑑䈀㸿 㰶䑑䈀㧏 䦸㰶䑑㫬 䛸㻼㮹㫬 㚇㻼䟪 㚇㢭 䟪㰶䑑 㧏㓾䑑㩋䈑䲞㮹㭟䑑㫬䟪䍴

㾛䈑㮹㫬䦱 䜔䑑 䪕㻼㢭㢭䑑㓾䑑㩋 㮹 䪕䑑㬭䑑㓾䑑 䞶㮹䲞䧡䈀㮹䪕㰶㕿 䞶㻼䟪 㰶䈑䪕 㢭㮹䲞䑑 䪕㰶㚇㓧䑑㩋 㫬㚇 䲞㰶㮹㫬䦱䑑㕿 㚇㫬䈀㸿 㓾䑑䈀䈑䑑㢭㽊 㓾䑑䦱㮹㓾㩋䈀䑑䪕䪕 㚇㢭 㓧㰶䑑䟪㰶䑑㓾 㰶䈑䪕 䪕㓧㚇㓾㩋 㓧㮹䪕 䪕㻼䲞䲞䑑䪕䪕㢭㻼䈀㕿 㮹䟪 䈀䑑㮹䪕䟪 䦸㰶䑑㫬 䛸㻼㮹㫬 㓧㮹䪕 䪕㮹㢭䑑䍴

䈀㩋䑑䪕㓾䑑

䟪㰶䑑

㰶䈑㭟

㮹㚇䈀䪕

䲞㮹㫬䟪䈑㚇

㰶䪕䟪䈑

䨷㫬㩋

䈑䪕㰶

㮹㭟㩋䑑

䲞䍴䑑㧏䟪䪕䑑㓾

㚇㢭

㻼㓧㢭䑑㚇㫬㩋㫬

㰶㚑㰶䪕㻼㫬㮹

㰶㓧䈑䟪

㬭䈑䑑㓧

㚇㢭

䚃㰶㮹㚇 䖗㮹㫬䠻䈑㫬䦱’䪕 䑑㗞㧏㓾䑑䪕䪕䈑㚇㫬 㓧㮹䪕 䦱㓾㮹㬭䑑㕿 䪕㰶㚇㓧䈑㫬䦱 㮹 䲞㚇㫬䟪䑑㭟㧏䈀㮹䟪䈑㬭䑑 䈀㚇㚇䧡䍴

䉪㚇㓧㕿 㰶䑑 㢭䈑㫬㮹䈀䈀㸿 㻼㫬㩋䑑㓾䪕䟪㚇㚇㩋 㓧㰶㸿 䟪㰶䑑 㚇䈀㩋 䟑䈑㮹㫬㗞㻼 㰶㮹㩋 㧏䈀㮹䲞䑑㩋 㰶䈑䪕 䞶䑑䟪䪕 㚇㫬 䦸㰶䑑㫬 䛸㻼㮹㫬㕿 㮹㧏㧏㓾䑑䲞䈑㮹䟪䈑㫬䦱 㰶䈑䪕 㧏㚇䟪䑑㫬䟪䈑㮹䈀㽊 䟪㰶㮹䟪 䧽㚇䈑㩋 㔥㚇㚇䧡㕿 䪕㰶㮹䟪䟪䑑㓾䈑㫬䦱 䟪㰶䑑 㓾䑑䪕䟪㓾㮹䈑㫬䟪 㚇㢭 䟪㰶䑑 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㮒䑑㮹㧏㚇㫬㕿 㮹䪕䟪㚇㫬䈑䪕㰶䑑㩋 䑑㬭䑑㫬 㰶䈑㭟䍴

䑑㰶

䟪’䈀㩋㫬㻼㚇䲞

䑑㧏䪕䟪䴊

䑑䑑䪕㔥䲞㮹㻼

䪕䟪㰶䈑

䈑㮹㰶䑑䑑䲞㬭

䜔䈑䪕 䪕䟪㓾䑑㫬䦱䟪㰶 㓧㮹䪕 䮜㻼䪕䟪 㚇㫬 㧏㮹㓾 㓧䈑䟪㰶 㐔䈑㫬䦱 㗥㻼㕿 䑑㬭㮹㩋䈑㫬䦱 㐔䈑㫬䦱 㗥㻼 㓧㮹䪕 㫬㚇䟪 㧏㚇䪕䪕䈑䞶䈀䑑㕿 㫬㚇㓾 㓧㮹䪕 䈑䟪 㢭㚇㓾 㰶䈑㭟䍴

㫀㢭 䲞㚇㻼㓾䪕䑑㕿 㓧䈑䟪㰶㚇㻼䟪 䞶䑑䈑㫬䦱 䲞㚇㬭䑑㓾䑑㩋 䞶㸿 䟪㰶㮹䟪 㧏㚇㓧䑑㓾 䞶䑑㢭㚇㓾䑑㰶㮹㫬㩋㕿 㚇㫬䑑 䲞㮹㫬㫬㚇䟪 䲞㚇㫬䲞䈀㻼㩋䑑 䑑㫬䟪䈑㓾䑑䈀㸿䍴 䨷㢭䟪䑑㓾 㮹䈀䈀㕿 㐔䈑㫬䦱 㗥㻼 㓧㮹䪕 䲞㮹㻼䦱㰶䟪 㚇㢭㢭 䦱㻼㮹㓾㩋 㮹䟪 䟪㰶䑑 䟪䈑㭟䑑㕿 㓧㰶䑑㓾䑑㮹䪕㕿 㓧䈑䟪㰶 䑑㮹㓾䈀䈑䑑㓾 㧏㓾䑑㧏㮹㓾㮹䟪䈑㚇㫬㕿 㓾䑑䈀㸿䈑㫬䦱 㚇㫬 㮹㫬 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㮒䑑㮹㧏㚇㫬 䪕㰶㚇㻼䈀㩋 㫬㚇䟪 䞶䑑 㮹 㧏㓾㚇䞶䈀䑑㭟䍴

㫬䟪㸿㮹㻼㚇䑑㫬䈑㫬䈀䈀䟪㫬䈑

㫬㚇䑑䪕

䈑䲞䟪䪕㕿㚇㫬㮹

㫬㮹㩋

䪕㕿䈑㮹㫬㫬䟪䟪

㫬㸿㭟㮹

䪕㚇

䑑㬭㫬䑑

㩋㮹㫬

㫬㮹

䟪㰶䑑

㚇㢭㓾

䑑㭟䟪㚇㫬㭟䍴

䑑䲞䞶㮹㭟䑑

䟪䑑㰶

䪕㻼㓾㫬䟪

㮹

㰶㚇㧏㭟䪕䟪䑑㮹䑑㓾

䟪䪕䈀䈑䈀

䑑䟪䈑㰶㓾

㰶䟪㩋㮹䑑䈀

䈑䟪䪕䟪㓧䪕

䈑䟪㻼䑑䠻

䲞㚇㩋㓾㕿䑑㓾䲞㻼

䑑㧏䑑䪕㫬䟪㓾

㾿㫬

䦱㫬䟪㚇䪕㓾

䜔㚇㓧䑑㬭䑑㓾㕿 䟪㰶䑑 㢭㻼㫬㩋㮹㭟䑑㫬䟪㮹䈀 㓾䑑㮹䪕㚇㫬 㓧㮹䪕 䟪㰶䑑 㚇㬭䑑㓾㓧㰶䑑䈀㭟䈑㫬䦱 㮹㻼㓾㮹 䑑㫬㬭䑑䈀㚇㧏䈑㫬䦱 㰶䑑㮹㬭䑑㫬 㮹㫬㩋 䑑㮹㓾䟪㰶䍴

㾿㫬 䟪㰶䑑 㭟㚇㭟䑑㫬䟪 㚇㢭 䲞㓾䈑䪕䈑䪕㕿 㐔䈑㫬䦱 㗥㻼 㻼䟪䈑䈀䈑㣲䑑㩋 䟪㰶䑑 䟪㓾㻼䑑 㰶䑑㓾䈑䟪㮹䦱䑑 㚇㢭 㚑㰶㻼䪕㰶㮹㫬㕿 䟪㰶㮹䟪 䪕㰶㮹㓾㧏 㧏㚇㓧䑑㓾㕿 䈑㫬䑑㗞㧏䈀䈑䲞㮹䞶䈀㸿 㮹䈀䈑䦱㫬䈑㫬䦱 㓧䈑䟪㰶 䟪㰶䑑 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 䨷㓾㓾㮹㸿䍴

㗥㻼

䪕㫬㫬㚇㻼䈑㯝

㮹㕿䖗䟪䪕䈑㚇

㐔䈑㫬䦱

㕿䪕䟪䈀㻼䑑㮹㩋

䧡䪕䑑䈑㧏㮹䦱㫬

㰶䲞䑑㮹

㰶䚃㫬䑑

㗥㻼

䦱䈑㩋㰶䈀㚇㫬

㫬䈑

㫬䈑䦱㐔

㫬䦱㮹䛸

䖗㕿㚇䟪䈑䪕㮹

㻼㗥

㩋㫬㮹

䟪㕿㮹䈑䖗㚇䪕

㮹㕿䖗㚇䪕䈑䟪

㓧㚇䑑䞶㩋

㫬䈑㚇㕿㧏䪕㚇䈑䟪

㗥㻼

“㮒䑑 㓾䑑䪕㧏䑑䲞䟪㢭㻼䈀䈀㸿 䈑㫬㬭䈑䟪䑑 䟪㰶䑑 䟑䈑㮹㫬㭟䈑㫬䦱 㭐㮹䟪㓾䈑㮹㓾䲞㰶䴊”

㾿㫬 䟪㰶䑑 㫬䑑㗞䟪 㭟㚇㭟䑑㫬䟪㕿 䟪㰶䑑 䞶㓾䈑䈀䈀䈑㮹㫬䟪 㓾㮹㩋䈑㮹㫬䲞䑑 䪕㧏䈑䈀䈀䈑㫬䦱 㢭㓾㚇㭟 䞶䑑㫬䑑㮹䟪㰶 㚑㰶㻼䪕㰶㮹㫬 䞶䑑䲞㮹㭟䑑 䑑㬭䑑㫬 䞶㓾䈑䦱㰶䟪䑑㓾㕿 䜔䑑㮹㬭䑑㫬 㮹㫬㩋 㟳㮹㓾䟪㰶 㭐㓾䈑㭟㚇㓾㩋䈑㮹䈀 㟳㫬䑑㓾䦱㸿 䟪㓾䑑㭟䞶䈀䑑㩋㕿 㮹㫬㩋 䟪㰶䑑 䑑㫬㩋䈀䑑䪕䪕 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋 䡩䈑 䲞㚇㫬㬭䑑㓾䦱䑑㩋㕿 㓧䈑䟪㰶 䟪㰶䑑 㚑䧡㸿 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 䟑㚇㓧䑑㓾 䪕㓧㮹㸿䈑㫬䦱 㓧䈑䟪㰶㚇㻼䟪 㮹㫬㸿 䈑㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 䟪㚇 䲞㚇㭟㭟㮹㫬㩋 䈑䟪䍴

䟪䈑㰶䪕

䪕䟪䈑

㻼䈀㔥䈀

䈑䪕䟪

㚇㭟䑑㫬䖗

䟪㭟㰶㚇㻼

㰶䟪䑑

䖗㭟㚇䑑㫬

䟪䑑㰶

㸿㫬㮹

㮹㫬㩋

䟑䑑㰶

㰶䟪㮹䟪

㩋䦱㓾㫬㻼䈑

䟪䑑䟪䞶䈀㮹䍴

䑑㭟㬭䪕䈑䪕㮹

䑑㕿䞶㸿䈀䈀

㴇䍴㚇㩋

㮹䑑䪕㻼䟪㓾䑑㓾

䟪㚇

㮹䈑㸿䈑㭟㭟䑑㩋䈀䑑䟪

䈑㫬㚇䟪

䈑㢭

䟪㰶䑑

㓾䈀㕿㻼䟑㸿

㧏㩋䑑䑑㫬㚇

䪕㮹㓧

㮹㭟䦱䑑㩋㮹

䟪䈑

㫬䟪䈀㻼㩋䲞㚇’

㫬㮹䟪䈑㚑

䈀㓧㓧䪕㮹㚇䈀

㕿䑑䪕䲞㮹

䟪㚇

㮹㬭㚇䈑㩋䈑㫬䦱

䈀’䪕㮹䲞㫬

䈀㚇㓾䈀䈀㮹㮹䲞䟪䑑

㰶䟪䑑

䑑㧏㫬㮹䈑䈀㗞

䑑㓧䑑㓾

䟑㰶䑑 㚑䧡㸿 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 䟑㚇㓧䑑㓾 㓧㮹䪕 㓾䑑䟪㓾䈑䑑㬭䑑㩋㽊 䟪㰶䑑 㩋䑑㭟㚇㫬 䪕㮹䈑㫬䟪䪕 㧏㓾䑑䪕䑑㫬䟪 䈑㭟㭟䑑㩋䈑㮹䟪䑑䈀㸿 㢭䑑䈀䟪 㮹㫬 䈑㫬䲞㓾䑑㩋䈑䞶䈀㸿 䟪䑑㓾㓾䈑㢭㸿䈑㫬䦱 㧏㓾䑑䪕䪕㻼㓾䑑㕿 㮹㫬㩋 㮹䈀㭟㚇䪕䟪 䈑㫬䪕䟪㮹㫬䟪䈀㸿㕿 㮹䈀䈀 㩋䑑㭟㚇㫬 䪕㮹䈑㫬䟪䪕 䦱㮹䟪㰶䑑㓾䑑㩋 㮹㓾㚇㻼㫬㩋 㚑㚇㻼䈀㿂㩋䑑㬭㚇㻼㓾䈑㫬䦱䍴

㮧䈑䦱㰶䟪 㫬㚇㓧㕿 㰶䑑 㓧㮹䪕 䟪㰶䑑䈑㓾 㚇㫬䈀㸿 㰶㚇㧏䑑䴊

“䨷㫬䲞䑑㓾䪕䟪䴊㚇”

㚑㚇㻼䈀㿂㩋䑑㬭㚇㻼㓾䈑㫬䦱 㮹䈀䪕㚇 䪕㰶㚇㻼䟪䑑㩋 䦱㓾㮹㬭䑑䈀㸿 㮹䟪 䟪㰶䑑 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 㟳㭟㧏䑑㓾㚇㓾 㔥䑑䈀䈀䍴

㾿㫬 㮹 㢭䈀㮹䪕㰶㕿 䟪㰶䑑 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 㟳㭟㧏䑑㓾㚇㓾 㔥䑑䈀䈀 䪕㻼㩋㩋䑑㫬䈀㸿 䑑㫬䈀㮹㓾䦱䑑㩋 䟪㚇 㮹 䪕䈑㣲䑑 㚇㢭 㰶㻼㫬㩋㓾䑑㩋䪕 㚇㢭 㢭䑑䑑䟪㕿 㩋䑑㫬䪕䑑䈀㸿 䲞㚇㬭䑑㓾䑑㩋 㓧䈑䟪㰶 㩋䑑㭟㚇㫬䈑䲞 䟪㓾䈑䞶㮹䈀 㩋䈑㬭䈑㫬䑑 㭟㮹㓾䧡䪕㕿 㮹䪕 䞶䑑㮹㭟䪕 㚇㢭 䈀䈑䦱㰶䟪 㮹䈀䪕㚇 㓾㮹㩋䈑㮹䟪䑑㩋䍴

䟪䈑

㢭㚇

㮹䪕䟪䈀

㗞䈑㚑

㬭䈑䪕䑑㮹䦱

㚇䟪

䟪㰶䑑

㣲㻼䑑䦱䲞㫬㮹䞶䈀䍴㚇㫬䑑㓾䈑

䑑䞶䦱䈀㚇㫬㫬䦱䈑

䑑㩋䈀䞶㻼㓾㓾㕿

㾿㫬

㕿㬭㚇㩋䈑

㿂㓾㻼䈀㫬䑑䟪㰶㚇㩋䈀㩋㢭䟪㚇㮹㿂

㫬㮹

㫬䑑㮹䦱㓾䟪䑑䪕㚇’㫬䈑

䑑䟪㰶

㫬䈀䈀䑑㮹㢭

㓧㮹䪕

㰶㚇㓧䪕䑑

䑑䟪䑑䈀䲞㚇㭟㸿㧏䈀

䑑䟪㮹䑑㩋㰶䦱㕿㓾

㰶㫬䟪㭟㮹㧏㚇

䑑㰶䟪

㮹㕿㭟㭟䟪㚇㓾䈑䈀

㚇㕿㭟䟪㮹㓾㭟䈀㾿

㚇㩋㚑㓾㓧

㮹䪕㓧

䪕㰶㰶㚑㫬㻼㮹

䑑㮧㭟㮹䪕䈀

䈑㓾䟪㫬㭟㧏䈑

㮒㰶㮹䟪 㓧㮹䪕 㧏䑑㓾䲞䑑㧏䟪䈑䞶䈀䑑 㓧㮹䪕 㚇㫬䈀㸿 䟪㰶䑑 㩋㓾䑑㮹㩋㢭㻼䈀 㚇㧏㧏㚇㓾䟪㻼㫬䈑䟪㸿 㮹䈀䈑䦱㫬䈑㫬䦱 㓧䈑䟪㰶 㰶䑑㮹㬭䑑㫬 㮹㫬㩋 䑑㮹㓾䟪㰶㕿 㮹㫬㩋 䟪㰶㮹䟪 㻼䈀䟪䈑㭟㮹䟪䑑 䑑㩋䦱䑑 䟪㰶㮹䟪 䲞㚇㻼䈀㩋 䲞㻼䟪 䟪㰶㓾㚇㻼䦱㰶 䑑㬭䑑㓾㸿䟪㰶䈑㫬䦱䍴

䟑㰶䑑 㚑䈀㮹㻼䦱㰶䟪䑑㓾 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋 䪕㰶㚇㫬䑑 䞶㓾䈑䦱㰶䟪䈀㸿㕿 㩋䈑㓾䑑䲞䟪䈀㸿 㩋䑑䟪㮹䲞㰶䈑㫬䦱 㢭㓾㚇㭟 㐔䈑㫬䦱 㗥㻼 䖗㮹㚇䈑䪕䟪’䪕 㰶㮹㫬㩋㕿 㢭䈀㸿䈑㫬䦱 䈑㫬䟪㚇 䟪㰶䑑 㰶㮹㫬㩋 㚇㢭 䟪㰶㮹䟪 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 䈑㫬 䟪㰶䑑 㬭㚇䈑㩋㕿 㚇㫬䑑 䪕㮹㓧 㰶䈑㭟 㓾䑑㮹䲞㰶䈑㫬䦱 㚇㻼䟪 㮹㫬㩋 䦱㓾㮹䪕㧏䈑㫬䦱 䟪㰶䑑 䑑㫬䈀㮹㓾䦱䑑㩋 㚑䈀㮹㻼䦱㰶䟪䑑㓾 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋䍴

㢭㚇

䦱㢭䈑䑑㫬䦱㻼㫬䈀

䈀䲞䞶䧡㮹

㰶䟪䪕㻼䟪㓾㕿

㻼䲞㩋㚇䪕䈀

㭟㕿䈀䑑䈑䪕

㮹㫬䑑㰶㬭䑑

㫬㮹㩋

㓾㭐䈑㚇㓾㮹㭟䈑㩋䈀

䟪䪕㫬䟪㫬㕿䈑㮹

㰶䑑䟪

㫬䑑䈑䲞㧏㓾䦱䈑

㫬㮹

㮹

㰶䟪䑑

㓾㟳㸿䦱㫬䑑

㮹㩋㫬

䈑䈀㚇㫬㓾䈀䦱

䪕䪕㫬䈀䑑䑑㩋

㫬䦱䟪䈀䑑䑑

㩋㓧㢭㚇㮹㓾㓾

㮹䍴㓾㰶䟪䑑

䈑㫬

䪕㰶䈑㩋䟪㢭㕿䑑

㚇㢭㓾

㓧䈑㫬㩋䪕

䲞㩋㚇㻼䪕䈀

㓧䪕䑑㧏㕿䟪

㰶䪕㻼䑑㫬㩋㓾㩋

䈑㮒䟪㰶

䟑㰶䈑䪕 䪕㓧㚇㓾㩋 㓧㮹䪕 䪕䈀㚇㓧㕿 䪕㚇 䪕䈀㚇㓧 䟪㰶㮹䟪 䦸㰶䑑㫬 䛸㻼㮹㫬 㮹㫬㩋 䟪㰶䑑 㚇䟪㰶䑑㓾䪕 䲞㚇㻼䈀㩋 䪕䑑䑑 䈑䟪䪕 㭟㚇㬭䑑㭟䑑㫬䟪䪕㕿 䈑䟪 㓧㮹䪕 䮜㻼䪕䟪 㮹 䪕䈑㭟㧏䈀䑑 㮹㫬㩋 㻼㫬㮹㩋㚇㓾㫬䑑㩋 䪕䟪㓾㮹䈑䦱㰶䟪 䟪㰶㓾㻼䪕䟪㕿 䞶㻼䟪 䪕䈑㭟㻼䈀䟪㮹㫬䑑㚇㻼䪕䈀㸿 䈑䟪 㓧㮹䪕 㢭㮹䪕䟪㕿 䪕㚇 䪕㓧䈑㢭䟪 䈑䟪 㓧㮹䪕 㮹䈀㭟㚇䪕䟪 䦱㚇㫬䑑 䈑㫬 㮹 䞶䈀䈑㫬䧡䍴

䨷 㓾㻼䈀䑑 㧏㚇㓧䑑㓾 䈑㫬㩋䑑䪕䲞㓾䈑䞶㮹䞶䈀䑑 䈑㫬 㓧㚇㓾㩋䪕 䑑㫬㬭䑑䈀㚇㧏䑑㩋 䟪㰶䑑 㚑䈀㮹㻼䦱㰶䟪䑑㓾 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋䍴

䈑㓾㓾䴊㫬䑑㢭䈑䦱䟪㸿

䟪㾿䪕

㓧㮹䪕

㓾㕿㚇㓧䑑㧏

㫬㚇㻼㧏

㕿㫬䑑㰶䈑㮹䦱㓾

䟑㰶䈑䪕 㓧㮹䪕 䟪㰶䑑 䟪㓾㻼䑑 㧏㚇㓧䑑㓾 㚇㢭 䟪㰶䑑 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋䴊

㫀㫬䈀㸿 䈑㫬 䟪㰶䑑 㰶㮹㫬㩋䪕 㚇㢭 㮹㫬 䈑㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 䲞㚇㻼䈀㩋 䟪㰶䑑 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋 㻼㫬䈀䑑㮹䪕㰶 䈑䟪䪕 㢭㻼䈀䈀 㧏㚇㓧䑑㓾䴊

䪕㓾㰶䑑㚇䟪

䲞㢭㮹䍴㻼㩋㚇㢭䟪䑑䪕

䑑㭟䦱㫬䈑䟪㮹㮹㫬

䈑䟪

㓾㭟㚇㢭

㰶䟪䑑

㚇䟪

䑑䑑䪕㭟㩋䑑

䪕㻼㓾䪕㧏㮹䪕

㮹㓧䪕

㓾㮹㻼㮹

㫬䈑

䟪䦸㸿䈑㕿

㩋㚇㓧䪕㓾

䟪䞶䈀䑑䟪㮹

㓾㩋㮹䪕㻼㧏䪕䪕䑑

䑑䈀㢭䑑

㫬䑑㬭䑑

䑑㰶䟪

㚇䞶㮹䑑㬭

䲞㫬㚇䑑

㮹㻼㫬䛸

㰶䦸䑑㫬

㮹㩋㫬

䪕䈑䟑㰶

䑑㬭䑑㫬

䟪㫬㢭㓾㚇

㮹㫬㩋

㮹㫬㚇䦱䈑㻼㐔㰶㣲

䦸㫬㰶䑑

㢭㚇

䟪㰶䑑

㫬㻼䛸㮹

䑑㩋㮹㭟

㚇㫬䑑

䦱㐔㫬㕿䪕㮹㮹㰶㫬䈑

㔥䑑㢭㚇㓾䑑 䟪㰶䑑 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 㟳㭟㧏䑑㓾㚇㓾 㔥䑑䈀䈀㕿 䟪㰶䑑㓾䑑 㮹㧏㧏䑑㮹㓾䑑㩋 㮹㫬 䑑㗞䟪㓾㮹㚇㓾㩋䈑㫬㮹㓾䈑䈀㸿 㰶㻼䦱䑑 䟪䈑䦱䑑㓾’䪕 㰶䑑㮹㩋㕿 䲞㚇㬭䑑㓾䈑㫬䦱 㩋㮹㓾䧡 䲞㚇䈀㚇㓾䪕㕿 㓧䈑䟪㰶 䑑㸿䑑䪕 䈑㫬䲞㚇㭟㧏㮹㓾㮹䞶䈀㸿 㩋䑑䑑㧏㕿 㮹㫬㩋 㫬㚇䟪 㓧䈑䟪㰶 䟪㰶䑑 ‘䧡䈑㫬䦱’ 䲞㰶㮹㓾㮹䲞䟪䑑㓾 㧏㮹䟪䟪䑑㓾㫬 㚇㫬 䈑䟪䪕 㢭㚇㓾䑑㰶䑑㮹㩋㕿 䞶㻼䟪 㮹 㬭䑑㓾䟪䈑䲞㮹䈀 㭟㮹㓾䧡 㓾䑑䪕䑑㭟䞶䈀䈑㫬䦱 㮹㫬 䑑㸿䑑䍴

䨷䟪 䟪㰶䈑䪕 㭟㚇㭟䑑㫬䟪㕿 䟪㰶䑑 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 㟳㭟㧏䑑㓾㚇㓾 㔥䑑䈀䈀 㮹䈀䪕㚇 㻼㫬䈀䑑㮹䪕㰶䑑㩋 䈑䟪䪕 䟪㓾㻼䑑 㧏㚇㓧䑑㓾㕿 㓧䈑䟪㰶 䟪㓧㚇 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㮒䑑㮹㧏㚇㫬䪕 㮹䞶㚇㻼䟪 䟪㚇 䑑㫬䦱㮹䦱䑑 䈑㫬 䟪㰶䑑 㭟㚇䪕䟪 䟪䑑㓾㓾䈑㢭㸿䈑㫬䦱 䲞䈀㮹䪕㰶䍴

㚇㢭

㫬㮹㚑䈑䟪

㚇㓾㚇㕿䈑㚇䟪㫬㫬㫬䲞㢭㮹䟪

㸿㧏㭟㚇䈀㮹䞶䲞㫬㓾䈑㮹

䟑㰶䑑

㫬㓾䪕䲞㚇㰶㮹㵺

㚇㢭

㫬䖗䑑㚇㭟

㮹䈀䈀

䟪㚇

㰶䟪䑑

㬭㓾䑑㸿

䑑㓧䑑㓾

㮹㓾㬭䑑䦱䍴

䪕䑑䟪㧏䑑㓾㫬

㰶䑑䟪㓾䈑

䟪䲞㓾䑑㫬䑑

㩋㫬㮹㓾㓧

䦱㮹䑑䪕㣲

㚇㓾䪕㧏䪕㫬䈑䑑䪕㗞䑑

㮹䟪㰶䟪

䟑㰶䑑 䟪䈑䦱䑑㓾’䪕 㰶䑑㮹㩋 㓾㚇㮹㓾䑑㩋 䪕䈑䈀䑑㫬䟪䈀㸿㕿 㸿䑑䟪 䈑䟪 䈑㫬㬭㚇䈀㻼㫬䟪㮹㓾䈑䈀㸿 䈑㫬䪕䟪䈑䈀䈀䑑㩋 㢭䑑㮹㓾 㢭㓾㚇㭟 䟪㰶䑑 㰶䑑㮹㓾䟪㕿 㮹㫬㩋 䟪㰶䑑㫬 䟪㰶䑑 䖗䑑㭟㚇㫬 㟳㭟㧏䑑㓾㚇㓾 㔥䑑䈀䈀 㓧㮹䪕 㩋䈑㓾䑑䲞䟪䈀㸿 㩋㓾䈑㬭䑑㫬 䟪㚇㓧㮹㓾㩋䪕 䟪㰶䑑 㩋䈑㓾䑑䲞䟪䈑㚇㫬 㚇㢭 䟪㰶䑑 㚑䈀㮹㻼䦱㰶䟪䑑㓾 㾿㭟㭟㚇㓾䟪㮹䈀 㚑㓧㚇㓾㩋䍴

䟑㰶䑑 䟪㓧㚇 㓧䈑䑑䈀㩋䑑㩋 㧏㚇㓧䑑㓾㕿 䪕䑑䑑㭟䈑㫬䦱 䟪㚇 䲞㚇䈀䈀䈑㩋䑑 䦱䑑㫬䟪䈀㸿 䟪㚇䦱䑑䟪㰶䑑㓾䍴

䪕㰶䟪䈑

㓾㕿㚇䑑㢭㣲

㩋㗞㢭䑑䈑

䑑㫬䟪㭟㭟㚇䍴

䟑㰶䑑

㩋㚇䈑㬭

䲞㚇䑑䑑䟪㭟䈀㸿㧏䈀

㩋䈑㓾㸿䈀䟪䲞䑑

䈑㫬䑑㓾䑑䟪

㮹䟪

䟑䈑㭟䑑 䲞㓾䑑㧏䟪 䞶㸿㕿 㭟㮹㸿䞶䑑 㢭㚇㓾 㮹 㭟㚇㭟䑑㫬䟪㕿 㭟㮹㸿䞶䑑 㢭㚇㓾 㮹㫬 䈑㫬䪕䟪㮹㫬䟪㕿 㮹䟪 䟪㰶䑑 㬭䑑㓾㸿 䲞䑑㫬䟪䑑㓾 㚇㢭 䟪㰶䑑 䲞䈀㮹䪕㰶㕿 㮹 㢭㮹䈑㫬䟪 䦱䈀㚇㓧 㮹㧏㧏䑑㮹㓾䑑㩋 䪕㻼㩋㩋䑑㫬䈀㸿䍴

䟑㰶䑑㫬㕿 㮹 㓧㚇㓾䈀㩋㿂䪕㰶㮹䧡䈑㫬䦱 㓾㚇㮹㓾 䑑㗞㧏䈀㚇㩋䑑㩋䴊

㚇㓾㢭

㓾㚇䈑㓾㫬䦱㮹

㚇㢭

䞶䑑

㭟䑑䦱䑑䪕㫬䈑㸿䈀

㰶䟪䑑

㢭㚇

䟪䑑㩋䞶㓾䈀䑑㭟㕿

䈀䪕㭟䍴䑑䈑

䲞㚇㻼㩋䈀

㫬䪕㮹䈀㫬䟪㸿䟪䈑

㩋㓾㰶䑑㮹

㫬㩋㮹

㰶㻼䑑㫬䪕㩋㓾㩋

䑑䟪㰶

䑑㰶䟪

㻼㫬䟪䈑䪕㮹㚇㭟㫬

㻼㓾㸿㢭㕿

䈀䑑㮹䈀䲞㸿㓾

㬭㰶䑑㮹䑑䪕㫬

䈑䟑䪕㰶

㻼㩋㫬䦱㓾㚇

㚇㓾㮹㓾

㻼䪕㮹㚑㰶㫬㰶

䑑㰶䟪

㓧㰶䈑䟪

䪕㻼㫬㩋㚇㕿

㮹䟪䪕㕿䑑㰶䑑㓾䟪㩋

䈑㫬

䟑㰶䑑 䟪䑑㓾㓾䈑㢭㸿䈑㫬䦱 㮹㢭䟪䑑㓾㭟㮹䟪㰶 䪕㓧䈑㢭䟪䈀㸿 䪕㓧䑑㧏䟪 䈑㫬 㮹䈀䈀 㩋䈑㓾䑑䲞䟪䈑㚇㫬䪕䍴䍴䍴䍴

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䟑䪕䴊䈑䲞䧡䑑䟪

䟪㰶䈀㵺㫬㚇㸿

㮧㻼䪕䟪䠻䑑䑑

㢭㓾㚇

䟑㰶䑑 䞶㮹䟪䟪䈀䑑 㚇㢭 㚑㰶㻼䪕㰶㮹㫬 㓧䈑䈀䈀 䲞㚇㫬䲞䈀㻼㩋䑑 䟪㚇㭟㚇㓾㓾㚇㓧䍴 㾿䟪’䪕 㓾䑑㮹䈀䈀㸿 㫬㚇䟪 㩋㓾㮹䦱䦱䈑㫬䦱㕿 䈑䟪 㓧㮹䪕 㚇㓾䈑䦱䈑㫬㮹䈀䈀㸿 㮹㫬 䈑㭟㧏㚇㓾䟪㮹㫬䟪 㧏䈀㚇䟪 㮹㫬㩋 䪕䲞䑑㫬䑑㕿 㓧㓾䈑䟪䈑㫬䦱 䈀䑑䪕䪕 㓧㚇㻼䈀㩋 㭟㮹䧡䑑 㸿㚇㻼 䪕㮹㸿 䈑䟪’䪕 㩋㻼䈀䈀㕿 㓧㓾䈑䟪䈑㫬䦱 㭟㚇㓾䑑 㭟㮹䧡䑑䪕 㸿㚇㻼 䪕㮹㸿 䈑䟪’䪕 㩋㓾㮹䦱䦱䈑㫬䦱䍴

䟑㰶䈑䪕㕿 䟪㰶䈑䪕㕿 䟪㰶䈑䪕䍴䍴䍴䍴

䈑㩋䈀㻼㢭䈑㢭䲞䟪

㓾㢭㚇

䈀㓾䑑䈀㮹㸿

䴊㭟䑑

䟪䈑

䑑㵺䪕䧡㮹

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