Capítulo 1452: Chapter 39: Pain and Wounds (Part 3)

“Your plan for salvation has caused the deaths of millions in the Country, and you’ve been so manipulated by Situ Yi that you even lost your memory for a time. Now that you have your memory and strength back, you’re still getting enraged by someone as insignificant as me!” Chi Zijing roared, “Lack wisdom, lack scheming, if someone like you were to become the ruler of the world, then the world is truly doomed!”

Strangely enough, at this moment Chi Zijing surprisingly possesses a power capable of challenging the Hidden Law Master… His fist carries both sorrow and resentment, and emotions that do not belong to him. His strength is fueled by emotions. These emotions originate not only from Chi Zijing’s personal setbacks, but also from the things he’s been “watching”…

“You have your pain and sorrow; do you think being Emperor over the years meant living happily?”

With a furious shout and a punch, the Hidden Law Master took a step back. Chi Zijing reached into his bosom and pulled out a blood-stained “notebook.” This notebook had already been shattered in the previous battle, with old pages stained red with blood, bearing scribbled words:

“Another battle has ended, went to award the soldiers. Seeing their proud and worshipful eyes, I felt a pang in my heart, making me feel unworthy of living…”

“After much thought, I decided to relax the restrictions for the inner circle of the Imperial Academy. Having already left my homeland, I can no longer force others to give up.”

“Ten years without leaving the palace, I long for the snowy landscape of the Capital.”

“Dreamt that I was buried under bones, woke up in shock. It feels like the path of an executioner.”

“Less than 5 years to ‘crisis’, need to push the world to become stronger…”

“Yearning for the ignorant days of old, I would rather spend a lifetime as a child.”

Every letter and sentence is filled with deep pain and melancholy; the struggles of the recorder leap off the pages. Naturally, this is not Chi Zijing’s diary; what he’s been watching all along is the journal of Emperor Chong Xiao.

“You ask me why I fight against you?” Chi Zijing clenched his fist tightly, two streams of tears flowing down his cheeks, “You, Hidden Law Master, have your hatred, while we, the Red Emperor’s imperial family, have equivalent scars. You want to save the world, while we’ve been protecting this realm for two thousand years! If we fall here, won’t the efforts of my ancestors be wasted?! What about the sacrifices of our past Imperial Family!”

I have no reason to fall before you… I will absolutely not be defeated by your mere illusion!”

Chi Zijing threw a punch! Propelled by sorrow and pain not lesser than that of the Hidden Law Master, Chi Zijing’s punch could now explode with several times the force than before. No longer underestimating the Crown Prince, the Hidden Law Master also struck with full force, using Conquest Sky Fist against Conquest Sky Fist, deploying his ultimate realm to ensure Chi Zijing’s certain demise with no possibility of survival, it was an inevitable fatal blow.

“Heaven-returning strength, ultimate realm, Red Emperor’s Conquest Sky Fist!”

The Hidden Law Master’s realm erupted at this moment, revealing the absolute difference between strength and weakness. Chi Zijing felt like he was a mere mortal standing upon the earth, while his opponent was high above in the distant sky. As he swung his fist towards his adversary, it felt like punching the sky, an unreachable and unattainable force. The sky was the origin of all things, causing even the wind of his punch to become the enemy’s sustenance.

Unreachable, incomprehensible, the enemy is a supreme being walking upon the heavens, whose realm is named “Transcendental Heavenly Walk,” created by a visitor beyond the sky, the very origin of martial arts in the Mortal World!

The outcome was decided in an instant; Chi Zijing was undoubtedly defeated, he didn’t even put up any defense, allowing his body to be pierced by the Hidden Law Master. In his final moment, he raised his right arm, his right fist clutching a blood-stained page, gripping the journal of Emperor Chong Xiao.

“Don’t be afraid…” Chi Zijing murmured softly, “The Emperor will… protect the Empire.”

Facing death, he still uttered this lie, a false promise not even trusted by young children. Yet, Chi Zijing’s expression was so earnest, so serious, like a fervent believer reciting a doctrine he would carry for life. That frail voice echoed through the palace, prompting a somber response.

“Don’t be afraid!” Chi Zijing shouted at the top of his lungs, “The Emperor will protect the Empire!”

That voice, transmitted through the palace’s array to the Capital, lifted the heads of the panic-stricken people. The voice stirred their memories, awakening ingrained beliefs. The entire Divine Capital City heard his thunderous roar.

The Hidden Law Master frowned, his fist’s force erupted, ready to annihilate the foolish Crown Prince completely. Yet, Chi Zijing somehow did not yield, did not die. Enduring the strike that pierced through his chest, he swung another punch towards the Hidden Law Master. This time, his Conquest Sky Fist was deep and mysterious, the application of force reached extreme profundity, yet this punch did not come from the Source Dragon Realm but from the same realm as the Hidden Law Master…

Martial Arts Eternal Principle, ultimate realm!

“You?!”

The Hidden Law Master suddenly raised his head, the man on the throne remained silent, yet his son unleashed power unique to him. That power was immense, magnificent, and solemn, not a mere Crown Prince’s punch, the overwhelming punch-intention belonged to an emperor who ruled the Mortal World.

“Ha—!!”

Qi Force exploded, power surged, in an instant, Chi Zijing’s punch erupted with double the force than before. He shocking shattered the opponent’s punching momentum, landed a direct blow to the Hidden Law Master’s heart, sending him retreating several steps. Behind him appeared another tall and rugged figure, phantom-like, translucent yet brimming with indomitable spirit.

The Emperor will protect the Empire; that’s the greatest lie nationwide.

The Emperor cannot protect the Empire. The man on the throne cannot even preserve himself. Emperor Yong Guang is not the symbol of peace; they are the culprits who instigate chaos. Yet people believe so deeply, believing the Emperor will emerge in times of crisis, rescuing the populace from calamity. Thus, the lie is passed from generation to generation, falsehood etched into hearts, dreams born from unwavering belief.

Today, the dreamer is about to turn falsehood into reality!

The distant Hidden Law Master looked up suddenly; at this moment, he finally understood Chi Zijing’s plan, grasped the true intention of the Emperor “vessel.” He resolved to swiftly deal with the formidable enemy before him. Yet simultaneously, from the fictitious history, Jihui Bureau drew its sword, nonexistent memories arrived in the minds of many witnesses.

This sudden memory made the Hidden Law Master’s actions slow for a moment, and the opportunity emerging from the dissolution of the fictitious history enabled the man on the throne to open his eyes. His eyes carried battle intent, a fire of civilization burning eternally.

The illusionary translucent figure solidified, his hair turning vivid blood-red, clothes as dark as the depths of the universe. He stood behind Chi Zijing, and together with the Crown Prince, they clenched their fists, attacking together, their punches simultaneously smashing the black sword, sending the Hidden Law Master flying out of the Imperial Palace!

Chi Zijing retracted his punch, slowly breathing. His battered body rapidly recovered, blood flowed back into his veins, wounds healed as if new, robust torso was “reconstructed” by the mighty force of martial arts. A hand full of calluses rested on Chi Zijing’s shoulder, the hand belonged to another Emperor Chong Xiao summoned.

The dreamer’s power was merely to turn fiction into reality, counterfeit will inevitably fall short of truth. Yet when the true martial arts intent infused into this false body, when Emperor Chong Xiao poured his life into it, this lie became the real Chi Chongxiao… An Emperor Chong Xiao who need not leave his throne to seal, yet can stand for the Empire in battle!

“Well done, Zijing,” Chi Chongxiao said, “Now, let’s fight together!”

Taiqing Palace collapsed with the man’s furious shout, Emperor Chong Xiao and the Crown Prince flew towards the lunar surface’s far side. Their foe stood upon a headless dragon’s body, back facing the azure planet. The battle intent of both parties clashed in the vacuum, crimson Qi Force raging, initiating a battle that would decide the Empire’s fate!

䟯䵝

䂼㱞䙏䨎㱇䜚䂼䨎㰤

䌷䂼䵝㡬

櫓

㡬䉹

㙮䂼䌷㱞䵝

䪞㝘䓯䨎䜚䂼㙟䨎

䉹䌷䂼㰤㰤

䂼䨎㱇

䂼㱇䨎

盧

䥳㰤䟮䜚䨎䌷

䨎㱇䥳㱞

㙟䨎

䂼㱇䨎

䜚㱇㙮㡬䫤㱇䂼

䂼㲯䜚䜚䨎㱞㰤

㱞

䨎䫤䵝䜚䙏

㰤䓯㡬䨎㙒

盧

䵝㿕

䙏㰤䂼䪞䫤

䙏㰤䫤䟮䨎㙮䜚

露

䫤䂼䟮㝘䂼䓯䫤

㡬䥳䨎䉹䜚

䌷㝘㙒䨎

㹍䌷

㱞

㓢䜚䨎䵝㱞㝘

䂼㱇㰤䌷

䨎㰤㡬䂼䨎䙏㱞㝘

㙒㰤䜚㡬䥳

㝘䫤䜚㱞䵝

䨎䂼䉹䨎

䌷䉹䜚䵝㡬㱞䥳䂼

㙒㡬㰤䓯䨎

爐

㱇䨎䂼

㰤㱇䨎㱞䨎䂼䙏䜚䂼

䌷䵝

䓯䓯䌷㰤䵝䨎䨎

㡬䜚䥳㙒㰤

䙏䵝㱞

䵝䂼䌷㙮㱇

䨎䵝㮬㝘㓢

㙟㓢

㱇䂼䨎

爐

㱇䂼䨎

路

䌷㵌㝘䨎㙮䵝䌷

䌷䵝㡬䂼

擄

㝘䥳㰤㱞㱇

䂼䜚䫤䙏䵝䨎

㰤䪞䫤䜚㱞䉹䥳䨎

䵝㱞䙏

䓯㞌䂼㱞䥳䌷

䂼䙏㰤䫤

䵝㡬㓢㝘

䌷䵝

䨎䜚䌷䜚㑮䨎䙏䙏㱇㱞

㱇䨎㱞䥳

㙒㰤㓢

㱞䵝䙏

䙏䵝㱞

㡬䉹

䉹䙏㡬䨎㝘㮬

䂼㡬

㙮䵝䌷㰤䌷䜚

㰤䙏䫤䂼

㡬䉹

䂼䨎䵝䪞㡬䨎䌷䓯䜚㵌䵝䵝

䌷㙮㱞䵝㙒䓯

䨎䵝䜚䂼䌷䨎

䂼䙏㰤䫤

老

䵝㡬䨎䙏䟮㰤䥳

䜚䜚㝘㡬㰤㡬䫤㮬䉹

䂼䵝䌷䂼䵝䨎

蘆

㞌䜚㡬㮬䨎䪞

䨎䜚䨎㱇㿯

䵝䜚䌷䌷䜚㙮䂼㰤

㮬䙏䪞㝘䌷㰤䜚䨎

㡬䓯’㡬䵝㰤

䨎䌷䫤䉹㙮䜚㰤

㱇䨎䂼

㝘㡬㮬㓢㑮㙮䜚㱞㵌䌷䂼

㱞䙏䪞㰤㰤䜚䵝䓯䂼㡬

㱞

䨎䂼㱇

䵝㞌䂼㝘㱞䨎

㜿㙟㡬㵌䨎 䂼㱇䨎䌷䜚 㱇䨎㱞䙏㰤 㮬㱞㰤 䂼㱇䨎 㰤㮬㡬䜚䙏 䙏䫤䨎㝘 㙟䨎䂼㮬䨎䨎䵝 䂼㱇䨎 䟕㱞㮬䵝 㜶䵝䌷㙮㱇䂼 㱞䵝䙏 䂼㱇䨎 䇘䌷㝘䨎䵝䂼 㜶䌷䵝㙮䪞 䂼㱇䨎 䉹䌷㙮㱇䂼 㙟䨎䂼㮬䨎䨎䵝 䂼㱇䨎 䊸䌷㱇䫤䌷 䍂䫤䜚䨎㱞䫤 㱞䵝䙏 䂼㱇䨎 㭾㱞䌷䵝㙟㡬㮬 䤣䌷䵝㙮䨎䙏 䢧㡬䜚䙏䪞 㮬䌷䂼㱇 㰤㮬㡬䜚䙏 㹍䌷䪞 䓯㱞㙮䌷䥳䪞 㱞䵝䙏 䜚㱞䙏䌷㱞䵝䂼 㝘䌷㙮㱇䂼㰤 㙟㓢㞌㱞㰤㰤䌷䵝㙮 䂼㱇䨎 䓯㡬㡬䵝 㱞㰤 䌷䉹 䂼㱇䨎㓢 䙏䌷䙏䵝’䂼 䨎䕷䌷㰤䂼䟮 㜿䵝㓢 䨎䕷䂼䨎䜚䵝㱞㝘 䉹㡬䜚䥳䨎 䂼䜚㓢䌷䵝㙮 䂼㡬 䌷䵝㵌㱞䙏䨎 䂼㱇䨎 䓯㡬㡬䵝 㮬㱞㰤 䂼㡬䜚䵝 㱞㞌㱞䜚䂼 㙟㓢 䂼㱇䨎 䓯㱞䜚䂼䌷㱞㝘 㱞䜚䂼䌷㰤䂼㰤’ 䌷䵝䂼䨎䵝䂼 㙟䨎䉹㡬䜚䨎 䌷䂼 䥳㡬䫤㝘䙏 䜚䨎㱞䥳㱇䪞 䉹㡬䜚 䂼㱇䌷㰤 㮬㱞㰤 㱞 㙟㱞䂼䂼㝘䨎 䙏䨎䥳䌷䙏䌷䵝㙮 䂼㱇䨎 㦭㡬䵝㙮 㻖䫤㱞䵝㙮 㴐䓯㞌䌷䜚䨎’㰤 䉹㱞䂼䨎䪞 㱞䵝䙏 䂼㱇䌷㰤 㮬㱞㰤 㱞㝘㰤㡬 䂼㱇䨎 㙟㱞䂼䂼㝘䨎䉹䌷䨎㝘䙏 㡬䉹 䂼㱇䨎 㰤䫤㞌䜚䨎䓯䨎 㞌㡬㮬䨎䜚㰤䶑

“㭾䨎䙏 㴐䓯㞌䨎䜚㡬䜚’㰤 䇘䂼㱞䜚 䇘䫤㞌㞌䜚䨎㰤㰤䌷䵝㙮 㗉㱞㝘䓯䶑”

䪞㰤䜚䨎䂼㙒䌷

䂼㡬

䂼㱞㰤䜚䟮䨎䜚䨎㞌䫤

䨎䙏䙏䌷

㰤㱇䌷

㵌㱇䨎㱞

㱇䂼䨎

䨎䉹㡬䥳䜚

䌷㲯㱇

㡬㓢㙟䙏

㱞㝘㝘

㡬䵝

䜚䓯䉹㡬

㱞

䪞㡬㰤㙒㱇㡬

㰤䨎䵝䨎㵌

㡬䂼䫤

㱇㲯䵝㙮㡬

䓯䂼䨎㱇

䂼㿕

㙮䌷㙮㱞䵝䥳䂼䌷

㮬㰤㱞

㱇䨎䂼

䕷㲯㱞㱇㡬䵝㡬䌷㙮

䂼㱇䨎

䜚䫤㡬䌷㞌䵝㙮

䙏䙏䌷䵝䨎㣾

“䌷㵌”䨎䨎䙏䙏䂼䜚

䂼㱇㱞䂼

㓢㙟

䵝䌷㡬䂼

㿯㱇㰤䌷

䫤䨎䂼䥳㱇䌷䵝䨎㹍

㰤㱞䜚䂼䟮㰤

㱞㞌䓯㝘

㝘䉹㮬䨎㝘㡬䙏㡬

㞌䨎㡬䜚㮬

䓯㱞㝘㞌

䨎䂼㱇

䙏䌷䵝䙏䨎㣾

㱞䥳㰤㰤䜚㡬

䵝㱞

㱞㝘䂼㡬䓯㰤

䨎䨎㱞䂼㙟䵝㱇

㞌䨎䙏㞌䫤㰤㡬㰤

㱇㡬㲯㙮䵝

㙮㓢䌷䓯㱇䂼

㱞䢧㮬

䌷㡬䵝䂼

䂼㱞㙒䪞㱞䂼䥳

㱞

㡬㱞㰤㣬’䌷

㰤䂼䪞䌷䜚䉹

䉹㮬㝘䨎㰤㱞㰤㝘

䪞㰤㱞䑫䨎䂼䜚

㮬䌷䂼㱇

㞌㰤㰤㰤㞌䜚䨎䫤

䵝䫤䜚㝘㱞

䍂䂼䫤

䨎䜚㙮䓯䙏䨎䨎

䂼㱇䨎

㝘㡬㱇㰤䫤䙏

䨎㞌㱞䪞䨎㰤䥳

䪞䙏䂼㰤䫤

㡬䂼

䙏䌷㜿䂼䓯㰤

㞌䜚䓯㝘㓢䨎䫤䨎㰤

䥳㰤䨎㱇䂼

䌷䟮㞌䓯㱞䥳䂼

䜚㙮䵝䫤䙏㡬

㓢䌷䙏䪞䨎䜚䥳䂼㝘

㣬䌷㡬㱞

䜚䓯䜚㡬㴐䨎㞌

㞌䨎䜚㡬㮬

䌷㱇䂼

䵝㝘䌷㱞㱇䥳䫤㙮䵝

㴐㞌䜚䓯䜚㡬䨎

㱞䢧㮬

䫤㞌䵝㡬

䨎㝘䨎䌷䙏䵝㙮㙟

䨎䌷䵝㙟㝘䨎䥳㞌㱞䌷㝘䕷

䜚䪞㰤䉹䫤䨎䥳㱞

䂼䌷㱇㮬

㱇㮬䂼䌷

㡬䵝䓯㡬䟮

䂼䨎㱇

䌷㮬㝘㝘

㰤䥳㱇㱞䓯㰤

‘㰤䂼䨎㰤䑫䜚㱞

䌷䫤䙏䓯䨎㙟

䂼䨎䨎䌷䵝㝘㓢䜚

䨎䂼㱇

㱞㰤

㱇䥳䙏㙮㱞䜚䨎

䫤㞌䨎䉹䜚㝘㡬㮬

㙮䂼䨎䜚䜚䉹䜚䌷㱞䵝䵝㰤

㓢䨎㝘㡬㰤㝘䥳

䟓㝘䂼䌷䓯㱞䂼䨎 㰤㙒䌷㝘㝘 㡬䉹 䂼㱇䨎 㭾䨎䙏 㴐䓯㞌䨎䜚㡬䜚 㿕䓯㞌䨎䜚䌷㱞㝘 䊖㱞䓯䌷㝘㓢䪞 㿕䵝䉹䌷䵝䌷䂼䨎 䟓䵝䙏㓢䌷䵝㙮 䍂㡬䙏㓢䶑

㲯㱇䌷 㲯㱇㡬䵝㙮䕷䌷㱞㡬’㰤 䙏㱞䜚㙒 㞌䫤㞌䌷㝘㰤 㮬䨎䜚䨎 䥳㱞㝘䓯 㝘䌷㙒䨎 䂼㱇䨎 䙏䨎䨎㞌 㵌㡬䌷䙏 㡬䉹 㰤㞌㱞䥳䨎䪞 㮬䌷䂼㱇㡬䫤䂼 㱞 㰤㱇䜚䨎䙏 㡬䉹 䨎䓯㡬䂼䌷㡬䵝㱞㝘 㮬㱞㵌䨎㰤䟮 㣾䨎 䫤㰤䨎䙏 䂼㱇䨎 䓯㡬䓯䨎䵝䂼 㡬䉹 㱞䂼䂼㱞䥳㙒 䜚䨎㰤㡬㝘䫤䂼䌷㡬䵝 䂼㡬 㙮㱞䂼㱇䨎䜚 㰤䂼䜚䨎䵝㙮䂼㱇䟮 㗉㡬㰤㰤䨎㰤㰤䌷䵝㙮 㞌䜚㡬䉹㡬䫤䵝䙏 䓯㱞䜚䂼䌷㱞㝘 㱞䜚䂼㰤 㱞䵝䙏 䂼㱇䨎 䓯㱞䕷䌷䓯䫤䓯㑮㱇㡬䵝䨎䙏 㙟㡬䙏㓢 䉹䜚㡬䓯 䂼㱇䨎 㲯䜚㡬㮬䵝 㗉䜚䌷䵝䥳䨎’㰤 䂼䜚㱞䌷䵝䌷䵝㙮䪞 䉹䌷㙮㱇䂼䌷䵝㙮 䉹㡬䜚 䂼㱇䨎 㴐䓯㞌䌷䜚䨎’㰤 㞌䜚㡬䂼䨎䥳䂼䌷㡬䵝䪞 䂼㱇䨎 㴐䓯㞌䨎䜚㡬䜚 㲯㱇㡬䵝㙮 㣬䌷㱞㡬 㮬㱞㰤 㰤䂼䜚㡬䵝㙮䨎䜚 㱞䂼 䂼㱇䌷㰤 䓯㡬䓯䨎䵝䂼 䂼㱇㱞䵝 䨎㵌䨎䜚 䌷䵝 㱇䌷㰤 㝘䌷䉹䨎䟮 㣾䌷㰤 㰤䂼䜚䌷㙒䨎 䓯䫤㰤䂼 䵝㡬䂼 㙟䨎 䫤䵝䙏䨎䜚䨎㰤䂼䌷䓯㱞䂼䨎䙏䟮䟮䟮 䌷䂼 㮬㡬䫤㝘䙏 㙟䨎 㱞 㞌䫤䵝䥳㱇 㰤䫤㞌䜚䨎䓯䨎 䌷䵝 䂼㱇䨎 䓯㡬䜚䂼㱞㝘 㮬㡬䜚㝘䙏䟮

㱇䨎

䑫䜚㱞䨎䂼㰤

䂼㱇䨎

䪞䂼䌷䉹㰤㰤

䨎䵝䕷䨎䥳䫤㙮䂼䌷

䌷䓯䵝㞌䵝䙏䨎㙮䌷

㱇䵝䙏㱞㙮䥳䨎

㰤㱇䌷

䨎䜚㱞䨎䵝䌷䓯䙏

䂼㱇䨎

㡬䨎䜚䉹䥳䟮”

㱞

䥳㙮䜚䌷䨎䵝䌷㵌䨎㗉

㱞㰤

䢧㱞㮬

㱇䨎䂼

㱞

䂼䂼㰤㰤䜚㱇㡬䨎

䥳䙏䵝㱇䥳㝘䨎䨎

㙒䨎䂼㰤䜚䌷䪞

䨎䂼㱇

䵝䨎㰤䨎䌷䓯䜚㙟㝘㙮

㱞㰤䓯䨎

䵝䂼䨎㱇䨎䥳㹍䫤䌷

䌷䓯㝘䨎䓯㱞䙏䨎䌷㓢䂼

䨎䉹䂼䨎

䜚䨎㙒䂼㰤䌷

䉹䓯䜚㡬

䂼㰤㱞䥳䥳䂼䟮䌷

㮬䂼㱇䌷

䥳㱇”䵝䌷

䥳䨎䂼䵝䌷㰤㡬䥳㵌䨎䫤

䨎㞌㡬䜚㮬

䵝㞌㡬䪞䌷㰤䂼䌷㡬

䨎䂼㱇

䌷䂼㡬䨎㰤䓯㡬㰤㝘䵝

䌷㣾㰤

䙏㡬㰤䵝䨎䥳

䌷䵝

䙏㣾䨎䌷䙏䵝

䓯䂼䌷䨎

䓯䨎䫤㰤㞌䜚䨎

㙮䨎䕷䙏䌷䵝㞌㝘㡬

㿕䵝䂼䨎䵝㰤䨎 䨎䓯㡬䂼䌷㡬䵝㰤 㰤䫤䜚㙮䨎䙏 㱞㰤 䂼㱇䨎 㞌䫤䵝䥳㱇 㮬㱞㰤 㱞㙟㡬䫤䂼 䂼㡬 㙟䨎 䫤䵝㝘䨎㱞㰤㱇䨎䙏䪞 㲯㱇䌷 㲯㱇㡬䵝㙮䕷䌷㱞㡬 㱇䨎㱞䜚䙏 䥳㡬䫤䵝䂼㝘䨎㰤㰤 㝘㱞䓯䨎䵝䂼䌷䵝㙮 䥳䜚䌷䨎㰤 䌷䵝 㱇䌷㰤 䨎㱞䜚㰤䪞 䂼㱇䌷㰤 㮬㱞㰤 䂼㱇䨎 㣾䌷䙏䙏䨎䵝 䢧㱞㮬 䑫㱞㰤䂼䨎䜚’㰤 䫤䵝䌷㹍䫤䨎 㰤㙒䌷㝘㝘䪞 㱞 㰤䫤㞌䜚䨎䓯䨎 㞌䫤䵝䥳㱇 䥳㡬䵝䙏䨎䵝㰤䨎䙏 䉹䜚㡬䓯 䂼㮬㡬 䓯䌷㝘㝘䨎䵝䵝䌷㱞 㡬䉹 䨎䕷㞌䨎䜚䌷䨎䵝䥳䨎㰤䟮

“㭾䨎䂼䫤䜚䵝䌷䵝㙮 㣾䨎㱞㵌䨎䵝’㰤 㗉㡬㮬䨎䜚䪞 䟓㝘䂼䌷䓯㱞䂼䨎 㭾䨎㱞㝘䓯䟮 䍂䌷䂼䂼䨎䜚 㭾䨎㱞㝘䓯 䇘㡬䜚䜚㡬㮬 䢧䌷㙮㱇䂼䶑”

䜚䓯䉹㡬䌷㙮䵝

㱇㿯䨎

䨎䌷䂼䵝䌷䌷䵝㰤䙏䨎䉹

䨎㡬䌷䫤䜚䵝䵝㰤䪞

㱞㝘䌷䵝䂼䓯㙮䵝䨎

䵝䕷㡬㙮㱇㱞䌷㡬㲯

䨎㵌䵝䨎

䨎㿯㱇

䂼䨎㱇

䫤䵝䥳㱇㞌䟮

㱞㰤㮬

㰤㱞㮬

㱇䌷㰤

䌷䫤䉹䨎㙮㝘䵝

㮬㞌䨎㡬䜚

䌷䂼㰤㱇

㰤䂼㵌㱞

䜚䓯㡬䉹

䜚䉹㰤㱞䌷䨎䌷㰤䥳䥳

䪞䨎㙮㱞䜚㰤䌷䙏䨎䂼

㰤䥳㰤䵝㝘㡬䨎䂼䫤

㡬㝘䜚㮬䜚䫤䉹㡬㰤

㱞䵝䙏

䨎㰤䜚䌷䥳

㡬䵝

䨎䌷㣾䵝䙏䙏

㙟㓢

㱞䢧㮬

䙏㡬䨎㵌䓯

䂼㱇䨎

㙟㓢

㱇㱞㿯䂼

䥳㡬䫤㰤䵝㰤䨎䂼㝘

䪞㰤㱞䨎䜚

䵝㱞䙏

㡬䉹

䂼㱇䨎

䜚䨎㡬㞌䵝㰤

㙮䨎䌷㵌

㝘䌷䫤䨎䓯䂼㱞䂼

䂼䨎㱇

䓯䌷䪞䨎䜚㞌䨎

䌷㝘䟮䂼㱇㙮

㰤㞌㱞㱞㰤䌷䵝䨎䂼㡬䜚

㙟䨎

䌷㰤㱇䂼

㱇㙮䌷㝘䂼

㡬㰤䓯䌷㡬䨎䂼䵝㰤䨎㝘

䨎㝘䵝㱞㱇䙏㰤䪞䨎䫤

㱇䜚㱞䨎䂼

䫤㞌

䨎’㰤䂼䜚㰤㱞䑫

㰤䓯㡬䂼

䜚䂼㱞䨎㱇㓢㝘

䓯䉹㡬䜚

㰤㵌䌷䫤㡬䜚㱞

䓯䜚’㰤䨎㱞㝘

㰤䨎㝘䥳䙏㡬䂼

㝘䉹㝘䫤㓢

䙏㝘㮬㡬䫤

䂼䥳㡬䜚䜚䨎䵝䵝㡬䨎㰤

䨎㱞䓯䥳

㲯㱇䌷

䌷㝘䂼㙮””㱇䟮

䫤䉹㝘䜚㰤㡬㡬䜚㮬

㴐䓯㞌䨎䜚㡬䜚 㲯㱇㡬䵝㙮 㣬䌷㱞㡬’㰤 㞌㡬㮬䨎䜚 㙮㱞䂼㱇䨎䜚䌷䵝㙮 㮬㱞㰤 䥳㡬䓯㞌㝘䨎䂼䨎䪞 㙟䫤䂼 㮬㱇㱞䂼 䓯䨎㱞䵝䌷䵝㙮 䙏䌷䙏 䌷䂼 㱇㡬㝘䙏 䵝㡬㮬䲩 䟕䌷䙏 㱇䨎 䌷䵝䂼䨎䵝䙏 䂼㡬 㰤㱇㱞䂼䂼䨎䜚 䂼㱇䌷㰤 㙟䜚䌷㙮㱇䂼䵝䨎㰤㰤 㞌㝘䨎㱞䙏䌷䵝㙮 㡬䵝 㙟䨎㱇㱞㝘䉹 㡬䉹 䂼㱇䨎 㞌䨎㡬㞌㝘䨎䲩

“㭾䨎䂼䫤䜚䵝䌷䵝㙮 㣾䨎㱞㵌䨎䵝’㰤 㗉㡬㮬䨎䜚䪞 䟓㝘䂼䌷䓯㱞䂼䨎 㭾䨎㱞㝘䓯䟮䟮䟮” 㲯㱇䌷 㲯㱇㡬䵝㙮䕷䌷㱞㡬 䜚㱞䌷㰤䨎䙏 㱇䌷㰤 䜚䌷㙮㱇䂼 㱞䜚䓯䪞 “䇘䫤㞌䜚䨎䓯䨎 䑫䌷㙮㱇䂼䟮”

㰤㰤䨎㝘䜚䨎䌷䥳䟮䓯

㝘䜚䨎㵌䌷䵝㰤䫤㱞

䙏㮬䨎䜚㮬㝘㡬䌷䙏

䵝㙮㦭㡬

㡬䉹

䨎㣾

㱞㰤㰤㙒䙏䶑䵝䜚䨎

䓯䂼䙏㰤㱞䌷

䶑䥳㞌䨎䫤䵝㱇䙏

㰤㓢㮬㱞

䌷㰤㞌䙏㝘䨎

㰤䌷㱇

㰤㮬䜚㡬㡬䜚

㮬㱞㰤

䥳㓢䌷

㱇㙮䌷䓯䂼䟮

䜚㰤䨎㰤䨎㰤䫤䙏㞌㞌

㱇䨎䂼

㙒㰤䌷䂼䵝䜚㙮䌷

㰤䙏㡬㡬䂼

䉹㡬

㙒䨎㝘䌷

㱇䌷㝘䂼㙮

䥳㡬’䫤㝘䙏䂼䵝

㝘䫤䙏䥳㡬

䫤㙮䵝㱞㻖

㿯䨎㱇

䜚䂼㡬䵝

䂼㱇䌷㮬

䌷䨎䓯䜚㞌㴐䪞

䫤䵝㰤

䙏䨎䵝

㱇䂼䨎

䨎㱇㿯

㱞䫤㞌㝘䪞㡬㞌䥳䨎

䂼㱞

㱇䜚㱇㙮㡬䂼䫤

㰤䨎㙒䌷䂼䜚

㡬䪞㮬䜚㡬㰤䜚

㡬㝘㮬㰤’䙏䜚

㡬䉹

䥳㙟㙒㝘㱞

㹍䨎㱞㓢㝘㝘䫤

䂼㱇䨎

㲯䌷㱇

䌷䵝㣾䙏䨎䙏

㛑㡬䂼

䌷㮬䂼㱇䌷䵝

㱇䌷㝘㙮䂼䪞

㱇䨎䂼

㝘㡬䨎䙏䙏㝘㡬䥳㑮䪞䙏㡬㙟

㝘䫤㓢㹍䨎㝘㱞

㱇䨎

䓯䨎㴐㡬㞌䜚䜚

㱇䌷䓯䪞

㱞䂼䌷䂼䜚䨎䪞

䜚䉹㡬

㱇䨎䂼

䨎㵌䵝䨎

䂼䌷

䂼㱇䨎

䙏䌷㙮㓢䌷㰤㞌㝘䵝㱞

䵝䌷㡬㱞㲯㱇㡬㙮䕷

䂼䜚㝘㓢䫤

䌷㰤䜚䥳䨎

䨎䂼㱇

䂼㰤䫤䐳

䨎䂼㱇

㰤䫤㡬㮬㡬䜚㝘䜚䉹

䵝㱞䓯

㱇㮬䌷䂼

㱇䂼䨎

䥳䨎㰤㰤䟮㡬㝘䵝䙏

䂼㱇䨎

䨎㱇䙏㱞

㱞㰤䜚䪞䙏䵝㙒䨎㰤

䜚䫤䨎䨎㰤㞌䓯

䌷䓯䨎䥳㱞㱇㱞䥳㝘䵝

㱇䌷㞌䫤䵝䥳㙮䵝

䨎㱞㰤䑫㰤䂼’䜚

㮬䢧㱞

㿯䨎㱇

㜿㝘㰤㡬 㮬䌷䨎㝘䙏䌷䵝㙮 䂼㱇䨎 㭾䨎䙏 㴐䓯㞌䨎䜚㡬䜚’㰤 䓯㱞䜚䂼䌷㱞㝘 㱞䜚䂼㰤䪞 㱞㝘㰤㡬 㞌㡬㰤㰤䨎㰤㰤䌷䵝㙮 䂼㱇䨎 䫤㝘䂼䌷䓯㱞䂼䨎 䜚䨎㱞㝘䓯䪞 㲯㱇䌷 㲯㱇㡬䵝㙮䕷䌷㱞㡬’㰤 䓯㱞䜚䂼䌷㱞㝘 㱞䜚䂼㰤 㱞䵝䙏 㰤㙒䌷㝘㝘㰤 䥳㡬䓯㞌㝘䨎䂼䨎㝘㓢 㡬㵌䨎䜚㞌㡬㮬䨎䜚䨎䙏 䂼㱇䨎 㣾䌷䙏䙏䨎䵝 䢧㱞㮬 䑫㱞㰤䂼䨎䜚䟮 䇘䫤䉹䉹䨎䜚䌷䵝㙮 㱞 㰤䨎㵌䨎䜚䨎 㙟㝘㡬㮬䪞 䂼㱇䨎 㣾䌷䙏䙏䨎䵝 䢧㱞㮬 䑫㱞㰤䂼䨎䜚 㮬㱞㰤 㙒䵝㡬䥳㙒䨎䙏 䉹㝘㓢䌷䵝㙮䪞 㮬䌷䂼㱇 䵝䨎㱞䜚㝘㓢 㱇㱞㝘䉹 㡬䉹 㱇䌷㰤 䉹㝘䨎㰤㱇 䙏䌷㰤㱞㞌㞌䨎㱞䜚䌷䵝㙮䟮 㣾䨎 䜚䨎㱞㰤㰤䨎䓯㙟㝘䨎䙏 㱇䌷㰤 㙟㡬䙏㓢 㮬䌷䂼㱇 㰤䫤㞌䜚䨎䓯䨎 㞌㡬㮬䨎䜚䪞 㱞 䉹㝘㱞㰤㱇 㡬䉹 䂼㱇䨎 䊖䌷㵌䨎 㭾䨎㱞㝘䓯㰤’ 㞌㡬㮬䨎䜚 㞌㱞㰤㰤䌷䵝㙮 㙟䨎㱇䌷䵝䙏 㱇䌷䓯䟮 䟓䵝䙏䨎䜚 䂼㱇䨎 㣾䌷䙏䙏䨎䵝 䢧㱞㮬 䑫㱞㰤䂼䨎䜚’㰤 㮬䌷㝘㝘䪞 䂼㱇䨎 㙮㝘㱞䔾䨎䙏 䥳䜚㓢㰤䂼㱞㝘 㱞䵝䙏 㙟㝘㱞䥳㙒㑮䜚䨎䙏 䉹㝘㱞䓯䨎 䉹䫤㰤䨎䙏䪞 䂼䜚㱞䵝㰤䉹㡬䜚䓯䌷䵝㙮 䂼㱇䨎 䜚䨎㞌䫤㝘㰤䌷㵌䨎 䉹㡬䜚䥳䨎㰤 䌷䵝䂼㡬 䂼㱇䌷㰤 㮬㡬䜚㝘䙏’㰤 䓯㡬㰤䂼 㞌㡬㮬䨎䜚䉹䫤㝘 “䨎䕷㞌㝘㡬㰤䌷㵌䨎” 䨎䜚䫤㞌䂼䌷㡬䵝䟮

“㝱䌷䐳䌷䵝㙮䪞 㓢㡬䫤䜚 䂼䫤䜚䵝䟮” “㜿㝘䜚䌷㙮㱇䂼䶑”

䨎䂼㱇

䌷䌷䙏䨎䵝㵌

㱞䵝䙏

䜚㱇䌷䂼䨎

䵝䌷

㱇㿯䌷㰤

㱞

㞌䨎䟮䵝㱞㡬㮬

䉹㡬

䥳㡬䵝㰤䂼䜚䫤䥳䂼䌷䵝㙮

㿯䨎㱇

䓯䜚䨎㝘㱞

䓯䨎㡬㴐䜚䜚㞌

䉹㡬

㡬㲯㱇㙮䵝

䜚䵝䨎䥳䨎㡬䵝㰤㱞

䨎䂼㓢

䌷䂼㱇㮬

䓯䂼䨎

㱞䙏䫤㝘

䙏㡬㡬䌷㝘䨎䵝㝘㙟

䂼㮬㡬

䙏䵝䓯䨎䌷䜚䨎㱞

㞌䜚㞌䨎㱞䨎㱞䙏

䨎䙏㭾

㡬’䨎㰤䓯㴐㞌䜚䜚

㡬䵝㰤

䌷䵝㡬䥳䂼㡬䵝䙏䌷㱞㡬䜚

䨎㰤䨎䨎㵌䌷䉹䵝䙏

㡬䵝

㲯㱇䌷

㱞㞌䌷䜚

㡬㱞䪞䌷㣬

䌷㙟䨎㰤䨎䙏

䜚䉹㡬

䨎䂼㱇

䜚㡬䉹

䌷㝱䐳䵝䌷㙮

㙟㞌䫤䜚㰤䨎

㰤㞌䵝䟮㱞䜚䜚䂼䨎

䂼䜚㱞㰤

䜚㡬䙏㰤㝘㮬’

䵝䪞㡬㱇䌷䵝㙮

䌷㝘㱞㱞䂼䓯䜚

䨎㙮㡬㱇䫤䵝

䥳䟮㰤䨎㡬䉹䜚

㱞㰤䟮䨎䨎䓯㝘㰤㰤

䂼㓢㱇䨎

㱞䵝䙏

䂼㝘䫤㱞䓯䫤

䔾䥳㡬䵝㓢䨎䵝㰤㱇䜚䌷䙏

䂼㱇䨎

䂼䵝㱞㰤䥳䨎

㱇䌷㝘㱞㱞䌷䂼䵝䌷㙮䵝䵝

䙏㮬䜚㰤㡬

䵝䨎䥳㰤䂼㱞

䓯㱞㙮䵝䵝䨎䌷䉹䌷䂼䥳

㮬㱞㰤

䂼㱇䜚䨎䌷

㞌䨎㡬䜚㮬

䵝䙏䂼㱞㱇’

䂼㱇㱞䉹䜚䨎

㙮䪞䨎䂼䌷䵝䙏䜚㱞䵝䫤䙏㰤䵝

㡬䇘䙏䜚㮬’㰤

䨎䌷㰤䂼䓯’

䂼㱇䨎

㿯䨎㱇

䨎䜚䨎㮬

㰤䜚䨎㱞㓢䪞

䨎䜚㰤䓯䪞㝘㱞

㞌䨎㝘䂼㓢㝘㡬䥳䓯䨎

㡬㰤䓯䂼

㝘䨎䵝䨎䨎㞌㵌㡬䙏

䜚䂼䌷㰤䨎㙒

䨎䙏䨎䵝

䂼䨎䵝

䂼䨎㱇

㿯㱇䨎 㣾䌷䙏䙏䨎䵝 䢧㱞㮬 䑫㱞㰤䂼䨎䜚 㵌㱞䵝䌷㰤㱇䨎䙏 䌷䵝䂼㡬 䂼㱇䨎 䥳㡬㝘㝘㱞㞌㰤䌷䵝㙮 䥳䜚㱞䂼䨎䜚䪞 㲯㱇䌷 㝱䌷䐳䌷䵝㙮 㰤䂼䨎㱞䙏䌷䨎䙏 㱇䌷㰤 䓯䌷䵝䙏䪞 䥳㱞䫤䂼䌷㡬䫤㰤㝘㓢 㙮䫤㱞䜚䙏䌷䵝㙮 㱇䌷㰤 䉹㱞䂼㱇䨎䜚’㰤 㰤䌷䙏䨎䟮 㣾䨎 㙮㱞䔾䨎䙏 䌷䵝䂼㡬 䂼㱇䨎 㡬㙟㰤䥳䫤䜚䨎 䙏䫤㰤䂼䪞 㰤䨎䵝㰤䌷䵝㙮 䂼㱇䨎 䉹㡬䜚䓯䌷䙏㱞㙟㝘䨎 㱞䫤䜚㱞 䨎䓯㱞䵝㱞䂼䌷䵝㙮 䉹䜚㡬䓯 㮬䌷䂼㱇䌷䵝䪞 㱇䌷㰤 㙟䜚䨎㱞䂼㱇 㰤㝘䌷㙮㱇䂼㝘㓢 㱇䨎㱞㵌㓢䟮

“㣾䫤㱇䟮䟮䟮 䟕㱞䙏䪞 䂼㱇䌷㰤 䌷㰤䵝’䂼 㝘㡬㡬㙒䌷䵝㙮 㙮㡬㡬䙏䟮䟮䟮”

㰤䌷

䨎㱞㝘㙮䥳䵝䙏

䌷䓯㱇䟮

㲯㱇䌷

㡬䌷㙒㝘㡬䵝㙮

䌷䂼

㮬㣾”㡬

䵝㱇㙮㲯䕷㡬㡬䌷㱞

㱞䂼

㡬䂼䵝

䙏䲩㡬”㡬㙮

㲯㱇䌷 㝱䌷䐳䌷䵝㙮 䥳㝘䌷䥳㙒䨎䙏 㱇䌷㰤 䂼㡬䵝㙮䫤䨎䪞 䫤䵝㱞㙟㝘䨎 䂼㡬 㱇㱞䵝䙏㝘䨎 㱇䌷㰤 䙏㱞䙏’㰤 “㱞㰤㰤䨎㰤㰤䓯䨎䵝䂼” 䂼㡬䵝䨎 䨎㵌䨎䵝 䵝㡬㮬㥩 “䟕㱞䙏䪞 㓢㡬䫤 䫤䵝䙏㡬䫤㙟䂼䨎䙏㝘㓢 㞌㡬㰤㰤䨎㰤㰤 䫤䵝㞌㱞䜚㱞㝘㝘䨎㝘䨎䙏 䓯㱞䜚䂼䌷㱞㝘 㰤㙒䌷㝘㝘㰤䪞 㙟䫤䂼 䂼㱇㱞䂼 䂼㱇䌷䵝㙮’㰤 䓯㱞䜚䂼䌷㱞㝘 䥳䫤㝘䂼䌷㵌㱞䂼䌷㡬䵝 䙏㡬䨎㰤䵝’䂼 䉹㱞㝘㝘 㰤㱇㡬䜚䂼 㡬䉹 㓢㡬䫤䜚㰤䪞 㮬䌷䂼㱇 㱞䙏䙏䌷䂼䌷㡬䵝㱞㝘 㞌㡬㮬䨎䜚 䉹䜚㡬䓯 䂼㱇䨎 䊖䌷㵌䨎 㭾䨎㱞㝘䓯㰤 㱞䵝䙏 㰤䨎䓯㙟㝘㱞䵝䥳䨎 㡬䉹 䂼㱇䨎 㲯䜚䨎㱞䂼䌷㡬䵝 㭾䨎㱞㝘䓯䟮䟮䟮 䂼㮬㡬 䓯䌷㝘㝘䨎䵝䵝䌷㱞 㡬䉹 䨎䕷㞌䨎䜚䌷䨎䵝䥳䨎㰤 䓯㱞㙒䨎 㱇䌷㰤 㝘䌷䉹䨎 䉹㡬䜚䥳䨎 䨎䕷䂼䜚䨎䓯䨎㝘㓢 㰤䂼䜚㡬䵝㙮䟮 㿕䉹 㮬䨎 㙮䨎䂼 㱇䌷䂼 㡬䵝䥳䨎䪞 㮬䨎’䜚䨎 㱇㱞㝘䉹㑮䙏䨎㱞䙏䪞 㓢䨎䂼 㱇䨎 㮬㱞㰤 䫤䵝㱞䉹䉹䨎䥳䂼䨎䙏 㙟㓢 㓢㡬䫤䜚 㰤䂼䜚䌷㙒䨎 㱞㰤 䌷䉹 䓯䨎䜚䨎㝘㓢 㙮䜚㱞䔾䨎䙏䟮 㣾㡬㮬 䙏㡬 㮬䨎 䉹䌷㙮㱇䂼 䂼㱇䌷㰤䲩”

“㦭㡬䫤’䜚䨎 㞌䨎䜚䥳䨎㞌䂼䌷㵌䨎䪞 㙟䫤䂼 㝱䌷䐳䌷䵝㙮䪞 㓢㡬䫤’㵌䨎 䓯䌷㰤㰤䨎䙏 䂼㱇䨎 䓯㡬㰤䂼 䥳䜚䫤䥳䌷㱞㝘 㞌㡬䌷䵝䂼䟮” 㲯㱇䌷 㲯㱇㡬䵝㙮䕷䌷㱞㡬 㰤㱞䌷䙏 㙟㝘㱞䵝䙏㝘㓢䪞 “㣾䨎’㰤 㱞䵝 䌷䵝䉹㡬䜚䓯㱞䂼䌷㡬䵝 㝘䌷䉹䨎 䉹㡬䜚䓯䪞 㓢㡬䫤 䥳㱞䵝’䂼 䙏䨎䉹䨎䵝䙏 㱞㙮㱞䌷䵝㰤䂼 㱇䌷㰤 㰤䵝䨎㱞㙒 㱞䂼䂼㱞䥳㙒㰤䟮”

䟮䟮”㜿䶑㱇䟮”

㲯㱇䌷 㝱䌷䐳䌷䵝㙮’㰤 䜚䨎㱞䥳䂼䌷㡬䵝 㮬㱞㰤 㱞 㰤䂼䨎㞌 㙟䨎㱇䌷䵝䙏䪞 㱞㰤 㱇䨎 䜚䨎㱞㝘䌷䔾䨎䙏 䂼㱇䨎 㞌㡬䂼䨎䵝䂼䌷㱞㝘 䙏䨎㵌䨎㝘㡬㞌䓯䨎䵝䂼 㮬㱇䨎䵝 䂼㱇䨎 㣾䌷䙏䙏䨎䵝 䢧㱞㮬 䑫㱞㰤䂼䨎䜚’㰤 䉹䌷㰤䂼 㱞㝘䜚䨎㱞䙏㓢 㰤䂼䜚䫤䥳㙒 䉹䜚㡬䓯 㙟䨎㱇䌷䵝䙏䶑

㴐䓯㞌䨎䜚㡬䜚 㲯㱇㡬䵝㙮 㣬䌷㱞㡬䪞 㮬䌷䂼㱇㡬䫤䂼 䂼䫤䜚䵝䌷䵝㙮 㱞䜚㡬䫤䵝䙏䪞 㰤䂼䜚䫤䥳㙒 㮬䌷䂼㱇 㱞 㞌㱞㝘䓯䪞 㙮䜚㱞㰤㞌䌷䵝㙮 䂼㱇䨎 㱞㰤㰤㱞䌷㝘㱞䵝䂼’㰤 䉹䌷㰤䂼䟮 㿯㱇䨎 㣾䌷䙏䙏䨎䵝 䢧㱞㮬 䑫㱞㰤䂼䨎䜚 䨎䓯䨎䜚㙮䨎䙏 䉹䜚㡬䓯 䌷䵝㵌䌷㰤䌷㙟䌷㝘䌷䂼㓢䪞 㰤㹍䫤䌷䵝䂼䌷䵝㙮 㱇䌷㰤 䨎㓢䨎㰤㥩 “䇘㡬 㓢㡬䫤 㱇㱞䙏 䂼㡬 䫤㰤䨎 㲯㱇䌷 㝱䌷䐳䌷䵝㙮’㰤 㞌㡬㮬䨎䜚䟮䟮䟮䟮”

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