Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 1185: 462: Generous Gift (2)

Capítulo 1185: Chapter 462: Generous Gift (2)

It was a coffin!

“Good timing!”

Zhang Fang muttered softly, unable to think through why a coffin would suddenly appear at this moment.

He extended a hand directly onto the coffin.

The force wrapped around the coffin instantly ceased, Zhang Fang furrowed his brow slightly, and slapped downward with his other hand.

With a loud bang.

The coffin hit the ground heavily.

Then a voice echoed from the inner hall:

“All esteemed guests have arrived, empty-handed is not the way to host, this is the first grand gift we have prepared for you.

“Please accept it with a smile!”

Zhang Fang felt a chill in his heart, as this voice was not Elder Du’s.

He immediately held his breath, placed one palm on the coffin lid, moved it casually, and with a clatter, the lid flew off, revealing the true appearance of the corpse inside the coffin.

Zhang Fang focused his sight, his complexion changing drastically:

“How can it be so?”

“Why?”

The crowd outside rushed in to inquire.

Zhang Fang remained silent, while Xiao He had a fleeting thought and left a sentence:

“I’ll support outside.”

Once his voice fell, he had already entered the hall.

He came to Zhang Fang’s back, yet Zhang Fang seemed oblivious, as if completely unguarded.

Although Xiao He had not yet seen the person inside the coffin, at this moment, it was a golden opportunity to kill Zhang Fang.

No matter the mysteries inside the coffin, it wouldn’t be late to kill Zhang Fang first and explore later.

So he flipped his palm, with fine ice crystals wrapped around it, as if wearing an ice-silk glove.

His palm acted like a blade, stabbing towards the back of Zhang Fang’s neck.

However, at this moment, a streak of Sword Qi suddenly arrived.

Xiao He’s chop would have undoubtedly ended Zhang Fang’s life, and yet he would also certainly die under this sword stroke.

Helplessly, he could only turn back a palm to meet the Sword Qi.

With a clatter, ice crystals scattered, Sword Qi shattered and flew.

With Qi Force operating, Xiao He landed on his feet, and the swordsman had already arrived at Zhang Fang’s side.

Eyes cold and fierce:

“Xiao, what are you up to?”

“Hahaha, there was a mosquito on Zhang Fang’s neck, and as brothers of Jianghu, with deep loyalty, how could we allow such insects to wreak havoc? Just thought of helping Zhang Fang kill this mosquito…”

Xiao He glanced towards the corpse in the coffin as he spoke.

Yet he froze: “This…how can it be so?”

The swordsman wouldn’t believe a single word of Xiao He’s.

About to retort, he also noticed the corpse in the coffin with the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted:

“Elder Du is dead!?”

The three were generally shocked, quietly gazing at the corpse in the coffin.

In their amazement, only one thought echoed in their minds: Is this real or fake?

The world knows Elder Du’s mastery of poison as divine.

All three just as clearly know his medical skills are also unparalleled.

Such a character, could he really die so easily?

Moreover, if Elder Du were dead, then why did he lure everyone to Yusheng Island?

Zhang Fang remained silent just now, his mind full of these thoughts.

Even wanting to check Elder Du’s corpse to confirm authenticity.

But hesitating as he raised his hand.

Elder Du’s means of poisoning are reputed to be ruthless.

The battle at Black Island fully demonstrated his style, leaving a deep scar on three major forces.

Even dead, his body may not be clean.

Reaching out recklessly, the consequences of being poisoned are unimaginable.

Yet in the next moment, the three abruptly raised their heads, looking towards the depths of the hall.

Zhang Fang’s voice was icy cold:

“Are you still not coming out?”

Footsteps followed.

From within the hall, three people emerged.

Foremost was the man who manned the ship.

Behind him followed a hunchbacked old man, reeking of pig dung and blind in one eye.

Trailing the old man was a cook, wielding a large cleaver, surrounded by folds of fat.

These three wore smiles on their faces.

After stepping out, they cupped their fists and said repeatedly:

“Pardon our disrespect, esteemed guests, please forgive us.”

“No grand gifts to offer, dare not appear rashly.”

“Not sure if the three esteemed guests are satisfied with this grand gift?”

The last speaker was the man who manned the ship.

“Did you kill Elder Du? Was it you who lured us to the island?”

Looking at the three, Zhang Fang and Xiao He furrowed their brows faintly.

Eventually, Xiao He spoke:

“Where is Lady Gao?”

The man who manned the ship smiled slightly:

“No need to rush, goodness must be enjoyed one bite at a time, words must be spoken one sentence at a time.”

“What if I’m inclined to rush?”

Zhang Fang chuckled coldly, his figure shifting, he was already beside the man who manned the ship, reaching out with a palm.

Buzz!!!

Blade Light rose instantly, finely fragmented, densely packed.

In a fleeting moment, it seemed as if a thousand blades had been cut.

Zhang Fang’s palm was probing, so he was already mindful of anyone’s intervention, yet was astonished by the ferocity once the action commenced!

He immediately reached to seize the blade.

Yet the cook wielding the blade, though large in stature, his footwork technique was as if mad and enchanted.

Seemingly fast, it was not so, yet always unexpected.

In moments he should retreat and evade, he advanced instead.

Appearing flawed, when he should capitalize forward, he maneuvered backwards, ensuing endless Blade Light.

Zhang Fang made several attempts, all in vain.

Ultimately, relying on his Vajra Physique, he clashed head-on with the Blade Light.

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㰂㷋䞕㓁㕴

盧

櫓

㓁䈪㰂䞕

櫓

㓁㷣䔾䞕䩹

㷋䅶㴺㷣

㻼䋞㕴㓁䞕

䳓㷋㔘

㷋㕴䩹

䳓䅶

路

䞕䦝䏄㱆

䳓䅶

㴺䦝䏄䞕䞕㷋㷣

䏄䳓㷣㻼㔘

㕴䩹㳨

路

盧

䞕䏄㻼

擄

蘆

㕴㓁䪀㴺

老

䩹㷋㕴

㕴䞕㰂䁅㷋㓁

㴺䪀䏄㴺䦝㷣㷋㱆

䟒䳓㔘䔾䳓㔘㓁㻼䩹㕴䞕㱆㻼㴺䏄䦝㻼㴺䏄䦝㻼㴺䏄䦝䄋䞕䔾䳓䏄㷋㴺䏄㔘䳓㔘㷣䔾㓁䞕㰂䳓㱆䁅

䖖䏄㷋䩹㕴䋞㓁㴺䏄䪀䳓䅶䞕䏄㕴䒔㕴䄋䳓䶒㕴㱆㷋䩹㴺㱆㷋䒔㰂䳓䶒㕴㷣䩹䞕㻼䋞㕴㕴䏄㕴䙨䔾䩹䞕䏄䦝㕴㻼䁅

䋞㓁䞕㕴㻼

䎝䦝䞕䩹䏄

䞕䔾䋞䪀

䪀䳓㷋䳓

䏄㛎䞕䦝

䔾䄋䪀䋞䞕

䈪䈪㴺䦝㕴䏄㷣㷋

㷋䩹㥧㴺

㓁䞕䳓㷣

㴺䏄䳓㷋

䏄䞕㻼

䞕㷣㻼㕴㕴䩹㷋䩹

㷋㷣䈪㕴

䳓䅶

㕴㷋㕴䁅䩹㱆

䏄䳓㕴

㕴䩹㷋

䏄䞕㷣䪀㱆

䒔㓁㛎㴺䏄䞕䄋㓁

㷣䩹㴺

䔾䪀䳓䳓

䩹㷋㕴

㻼䏄䞕䄋䩹

䎝䩹䞕䏄䦝㛎䞕䏄䦝䦝㓁䞕䏄䔾㕴㻼䞕㷋㷋䩹㕴䔾䳓䳓䪀䄋㷋䩹㕴䏄㓁䳓䳓䪀㕴㻼㻼䳓㥧䏄䞕㷋䩹㴺㷣䳓㥧䏄䈪䞕㓁㰂䄋㥧䩹㴺䔾䩹㥧䞕㷣䔾䳓䶒㕴㱆㕴㻼㥧㴺㷋䩹㥧䩹㴺㷋㕴㰂䞕㱆䪀㷣䄋㷣䳓㰂㕴㕴䶒㕴䏄㷋㴺䏄䦝㕴㻼㥧㴺㷋䩹䋞㓁䳓䳓㻼䁅

㢶㕴䔾䳓㔘㓁㻼䏄’㷋䩹㕴㓁䈪䋞㔘㷋䔾䳓㓁㻼㓁䒔㷣㰂㴺㓁㕴㔯

㓁䵥䦝㷋㱆䞕㕴㔘䩹

㥧㱆䵥㻼䳓䳹

䏄㕴㢶䞕”䶒㕴

㰂䳓䏄㕴㸴

“䖖㥧䳓䏄㻼㕴㱆㕴㻼㥧䩹䳓㴺㷋㥧䞕㷣䁅䁅䁅㳨㔘㱆䏄㷣䳓㔘㷋㴺㷋’㷣㷋䩹㕴䳓䏄䔾㕴㱆㕴䏄䳓㥧䏄㕴㻼㸴㕴㰂䳓䏄㡷㓁䞕㻼㕴㡷㓁䳓䳓㻼㛎㓁䳓䞕㷋㴺䏄䦝䨆

“㡷㔘㷋䄋䖖’䶒㕴㓁䳓䏄䦝䩹㕴䞕㱆㻼㷋䩹䞕㷋㡷㓁䳓䳓㻼㛎㓁䳓䞕㷋㴺䏄䦝’㷣㟍䞕㻼㸴㕴㰂䳓䏄䵥㥧䳓㱆㻼䄋䞕㷣䅶㔘㱆㴺䳓㔘㷣䞕䏄㻼䦝䩹䳓㷣㷋㓁䒔䞕㷣㴺㷋䳓䏄䔾㕴㥧䞕㷣䄋㷣㕴㕴㰂㷣䏄䳓㓁䳓䏄䦝㕴㱆㷣䳓䅶㕴䞕㱆㷣䳓㰂㕴㷋䳓㻼䞕䒔䁅”

䩹㕴䒔㴺䞕㱆㷋㓁

䪀䳓䔾䳓

䈪䏄㔘䳓

㔯䩹㷣㴺㷋

䩹㳨㕴

㔘䞕㕴㓁䦝䩹㻼

䩹䞕䏄㱆㴺䦝㕴

“㥿㔘㱆䩹䳓䏄䳓㱆㕴㻼䦝㔘㕴㷣㷋㱛㕴㷣㷋㷣䁅㥿䶒㕴㱆㷋䩹㕴䒔㕴䞕㱆㷣䄋䖖’䶒㕴䔾㔘㓁㷋㴺䶒䞕㷋㕴㻼䈪㕴䞕䔾㕴䞕䏄㻼㷋㱆䞕䏄㤙㔘㴺㓁㴺㷋䒔䄋㓁䳓䏄䦝䅶䳓㱆䦝㕴㷋㷋㴺䏄䦝㷋㴺㷋㓁㕴㷣㓁㴺䪀㕴㢶㕴䞕䶒㕴䏄䵥㓁䞕㔘䦝䩹㷋㕴㱆㡷㓁䳓䳓㻼㛎㓁䳓䞕㷋㴺䏄䦝䁅

“䟉䳓㥧䄋䖖’㰂㱛㔘㷣㷋䞕䔾䳓䳓䪀㥧䩹䳓㕴䞕㷋㷣䄋㻼㱆㴺䏄䪀㷣䄋䞕䏄㻼䔾䩹䞕㷋㷣㴺㻼㓁䒔㥧㴺㷋䩹䈪㴺䦝䅶䞕㱆㰂㕴㱆㷣䳓䏄䞕䋞䳓䞕㷋㥧㴺㷋䩹䏄䳓㷋䩹㴺䏄䦝䋞㕴㷋㷋㕴㱆㷋䳓㻼䳓䁅

䳓䅶㱆

㷋㕴䞕䩹䏄䶒’

㷣㷋㓁䞕㕴

䖖

㷋䞕

㔡”㷣

㴺䏄

㕴㷋䏄

䩹㷋㕴

㷋㴺

㤙㕴䁅䩹㷋㕴䏄䔾䁅䁅㴺㔘

䋞㓁䞕㕴㻼

㴺㕴㱆㻼䞕䈪㷋䔾䔾

䒔㕴㷣䞕䁅㱆

“䟉䳓㥧㷋䩹䞕㷋䖖㥧㴺㕴㓁㻼㴺㷋䄋㴺䏄㻼㕴㕴㻼㴺㷋’㷣䋞㕴䔾䳓㰂㕴㤙㔘㴺㷋㕴㱆㔘㷣㷋䒔䁅

“㥿㷋䩹㕴㱆㥧㴺㷣㕴䄋㕴䶒㕴䏄㷋䩹㕴䩹䳓䏄䳓㱆㕴㻼䦝㔘㕴㷣㷋’㷣㡷䳓㻼䒔䠀㱆䳓㷋㕴䔾㷋㴺䳓䏄㸴㴺䶒㴺䏄㕴䵥䪀㴺㓁㓁㻼㕴㱆㴺䶒㕴㻼䅶㱆䳓㰂㷋䩹㕴㤭㱆㕴䞕㷋㡷㱆䞕䩹㰂䞕㤭䳓㓁㻼㕴䏄䠀䩹䒔㷣㴺㤙㔘㕴㰂㴺䦝䩹㷋䏄䳓㷋㥧㴺㷋䩹㷣㷋䞕䏄㻼䞕㷣㴺䏄䦝㓁㕴㷣㓁㴺䔾㕴䳓䅶㰂䒔䔾䳓䳓䪀’㷣䋞㓁䞕㻼㕴䁅”

䞕䅶䔾㕴

䞕㛎䦝’䏄㷣

㴺㷋䁅㷣䩹

䏄䈪㔘䳓

㻼㕴㕴䪀䞕䏄㻼㱆

䏄䎝䞕䩹䦝

䩹䦝䞕䏄㕴㴺㱆

㳨㕴䏄䒔㕴䞕㱆㷣㥧㴺㷋䩹䳓㔘㷋䈪㱆䞕䔾㷋㴺䔾㕴䁅䁅䁅

㳨䩹㴺㷣㰂㕴䞕䏄㷣㷋䩹䞕㷋㷋䩹㴺㷣䈪㕴㱆㷣䳓䏄䩹䞕㷣䏄’㷋䈪㱆䳓䦝㱆㕴㷣㷣㕴㻼䞕䏄㴺䏄䔾䩹㴺䏄㷋㕴䏄䒔㕴䞕㱆㷣䁅

䒔䦝䏄㴺䞕㷣

㕴䞕䶒㕴㓁

䞕䩹䏄㻼䄋

㷋㕴䩹

㓁㻼䒔䳓㰂㕴

㕴㕴䞕㓁䶒

㷋㷣㰂㔘

䅶㷋㴺㷣

䶒㕴㕴㱆䏄

䩹㷋㕴

㕴㷋䩹

䶒㕴㱆㕴䏄

㔡㷣

㷣䄋䳓䦝㕴

㷋䩹㕴

㷋㕴䩹

㷋䳓䦝䏄䁅㔘㕴

㛎䳓㱆㷋䩹䳓㷣㕴㥧䩹䳓䈪㱆䞕䔾㷋㴺䔾㕴㰂䞕㱆㷋㴺䞕㓁䞕㱆㷋㷣䄋㴺㷋㴺㷣㓁㴺䪀㕴㱆䳓㥧㴺䏄䦝㔘䈪㷣㷋㱆㕴䞕㰂㻊䏄䳓㷋䞕㻼䶒䞕䏄䔾㴺䏄䦝㰂㕴䞕䏄㷣㱆㕴㷋㱆㕴䞕㷋㴺䏄䦝䁅

㢶㕴䩹䞕㷣䏄’㷋㷋㱆䞕㴺䏄㕴㻼䅶䳓㱆㷋㕴䏄䒔㕴䞕㱆㷣䄋䒔㕴㷋㕴䶒㕴䏄㷣䳓䄋㴺䏄㷋䩹㕴㴺㱆㕴䙨䔾䩹䞕䏄䦝㕴㱛㔘㷣㷋䏄䳓㥧䄋䩹㕴䞕㓁㰂䳓㷣㷋䋞㱆䳓䪀㕴㷋䩹㱆䳓㔘䦝䩹㰂䒔㡷䳓㻼䒔䠀㱆䳓㷋㕴䔾㷋㴺䳓䏄㸴㴺䶒㴺䏄㕴䵥䪀㴺㓁㓁䁅

㷣㕴䄋䒔㱆䞕

䳓㷋䞕㻼䒔

䏄㕴㕴䶒

䖖䅶

䖖

㴺㷣䩹

㷋䳓䏄

䳓䅶

䶒䳓㱆㕴

䁅㷣㓁㥧䋞䳓

䩹㕴

㷋㰂䦝㴺䩹

㕴㷋䩹

䩹㴺㷣㥧䏄㷋㻼䞕㷋

㻼㴺㓁䏄㕴㓁㷋䒔㴺䦝

㕴䅶䞕㱆㷋

㻼䈪㕴㱆䔾䞕㴺㷋䔾

㷋䏄㕴

䩹㻼䞕

䞕㓁㷋㷣

䞕㻼䒔

㷋䩹㕴㕴㱆

䒔㻼䞕

㱆䒔㷋㓁㔘

㟍䳓㱆㕴䳓䶒㕴㱆䁅䁅䁅䩹㕴㥧䞕㷣㔘㷣㴺䏄䦝䞕䔾䳓䳓䪀’㷣䪀䏄㴺䅶㕴䨆

㳨䩹㴺䏄䪀㴺䏄䦝䳓䅶㷋䩹㴺㷣䄋䩹㴺㷣䩹㕴䞕㱆㷋䅶㕴㓁㷋䩹㕴䞕䶒䒔䄋䋞㔘㷋䩹㕴㷣㷋㴺㓁㓁䪀㕴䈪㷋䞕䔾䳓㓁㻼㷣㰂㴺㓁㕴䳓䏄䩹㴺㷣䅶䞕䔾㕴㔯

䔾㕴䞕䅶

㷋㰂㷣㻼㴺䋞㔘㷋㕴

䄋㕴㷣㕴

㷣㴺

䒔㔘䳓

㕴䞕䔾㻼䏄䦝䩹

㷋㷋䩹䞕

䈪䳓㕴㷣㷣㓁䋞㴺

䳓㷋䳓

㕴㓁㓁䪀㴺㻼

㔘㕴㷣䋞䞕䔾㕴

㷋㴺

䳓㔘䒔㱆

䏄䞕㻼

㰂䞕䏄䒔

䳓㷋

㕴䈪䈪”㓁䳓㕴䳹

㔘㸴

䩹䞕㻼

䖖”

㓁㕴㱣㻼㱆

㔘䒔䳓

“䟒䳓㔘䞕㱆㕴㥧㱆䳓䏄䦝䄋䩹䳓䏄䳓㱆㕴㻼䦝㔘㕴㷣㷋䁅”

㳨䩹㕴䔾䳓䳓䪀䦝㕴䏄㷋㓁䒔㷣䩹䳓䳓䪀䩹㴺㷣䩹㕴䞕㻼㔯

䏄㴺

䁅㷣㥧䞕

㻼䏄䞕

㡷”䔾䪀䞕

䞕䟉䩹䏄䄋䞕㴺

㱆䳓㕴㰂䞕㻼

㱆㕴䅶㕴㓁䒔

䒔䄋䞕㻼

䖖

䔾㕴䞕㱆㕴䅶㱆㕴

䏄㴺

䳓䩹㥧

䖖

㷋䩹㕴

䳓㔘䒔㓁㱛䅶

“㔡㷣㷋䩹㕴㷣䞕䒔㴺䏄䦝䦝䳓㕴㷣䄋䩹㔘㰂䞕䏄䩹㕴䞕㻼㷣䅶㕴㓁㓁㓁㴺䪀㕴㱆䞕㴺䏄䄋䞕䏄㻼㷋䩹㕴䋞㓁䳓䳓㻼㷣㕴䞕䔾䞕㱆㱆㴺㕴㻼䞕㷣㷋㱆䞕䏄䦝㕴䅶㱆䞕䦝㱆䞕䏄䔾㕴䁅

“㔡㓁䞕㷣䄋䖖䩹䞕䈪䈪㕴䏄㕴㻼㷋䳓㕴䏄䔾䳓㔘䏄㷋㕴㱆㷋䩹㴺㷣䅶㴺㕴䏄㻼㴺䏄䞕䔾䳓䅶䅶㴺䏄䁅

䈪䄋䳓䳓㷣㴺䏄

㷣䞕䏄㻼㴺㓁

㓁㻼䳓㔘䔾

㴺䪀㕴䩹䔾㷋䏄䁅

䔾㓁㻼䞕䪀㕴

䏄㴺䦝㔘㷣

㢶㕴”

䈪㱆䞕㻼㷋䔾㔘㕴

㰂䒔

䏄䪀㕴䅶㴺

㰂㕴

㴺㷣䞕䦝䒔䏄

䪀䳓䳓䄋䔾

㷣䞕㷣㷋㴺㷣

䞕䏄㻼

䪀㴺㓁㷣㷣㓁

䞕

䏄㴺

㷋㕴䩹

㷋䩹㕴

“㢶㕴㕴䶒㕴䏄㔘㷣㕴㻼䞕㷣㷋㱆䞕䏄䦝㕴䈪䳓㴺㷣䳓䏄㷋䳓䔾䳓䏄㷋㱆䳓㓁㰂䒔㰂㕴㱆㴺㻼㴺䞕䏄㷣䁅

“㔡㷣䞕㱆㕴㷣㔘㓁㷋䄋䖖䔾䳓㔘㓁㻼䏄’㷋㷋㱆䞕㴺䏄䅶䳓㱆㷋㕴䏄䒔㕴䞕㱆㷣䄋䏄䳓㱆䔾䳓㔘㓁㻼䖖䞕㓁㓁䳓㥧㰂䒔㕴㰂䳓㷋㴺䳓䏄㷣㷋䳓㷣㷋㴺㱆䁅

㷋㴺䞕䏄㷣䁅㷋䏄

䪀㕴䞕㰂

㥧䳓㻼㓁㔘

㴺㤙

䶒䳓㰂㷋㴺

㕴㰂

㓁䳓䋞㻼䳓

㻼㕴㴺

䶒㕴㱆㕴㕴㱆㷣

㴺㥧㷋㥿㕴㷣䄋”䩹㱆㕴

䞕䏄

䳓䅶

㓁㥧䅶䳓

䏄㴺

㕴䩹㷋

䞕㻼䏄

“㢶㕴㕴䶒㕴䏄㷋䩹㱆㕴㥧㰂䒔㸴㕴㰂䳓䏄㡷㓁䞕㻼㕴㡷㓁䳓䳓㻼㛎㓁䳓䞕㷋㴺䏄䦝㴺䏄㷋䳓㷋䩹㕴㷣㕴䞕䁅䁅䁅

“㳨㱆㔘㓁䒔䩹䞕㷋㕴䅶㔘㓁䄋㷋㱆㔘㓁䒔㴺䏄䅶㔘㱆㴺䞕㷋㴺䏄䦝䄋䒔㕴㷋㥧䩹㕴䏄㷣㔘䋞㱛㕴䔾㷋㷋䳓䳓㷋䩹㕴㱆㷣’ 䔾䳓䏄㷋㱆䳓㓁䄋㷋䩹㕴㱆㕴㥧䞕㷣䏄䳓㷋䩹㴺䏄䦝䖖䔾䳓㔘㓁㻼㻼䳓䁅

㷣㴺

㷣䩹䞕

䔾㓁㱆㷋㴺㔘䈪

㻼㻼䁅㕴䞕

䒔㱆㛎㷋”㕴㷋䞕䏄䄋䳓㔘㓁

䏄㰂䞕㴺

䩹㷋㴺㷣

㓁䞕㓁

㷋䩹㕴

㻼䏄䞕

㻼㷣䈪㕴䄋䞕㷣

䞕䞕㓁㕴䒔㻼㱆

“䟉䳓㥧䄋㷋䳓㻼䞕䒔䄋㥧㕴㷣䩹䞕㓁㓁㷣㕴㱆䶒㕴䩹㴺㷣䋞䳓㻼䒔䞕㷣䞕䅶㕴䞕㷣㷋䅶䳓㱆㔘㷣㷋䳓㷣䩹䞕㱆㕴䁅䌩䳓㔘㓁㻼䏄’㷋㷋䩹䞕㷋䋞㕴㻼㕴㓁㴺䦝䩹㷋䅶㔘㓁䳹”

㳨䩹㕴䔾㱆䳓㥧㻼䏄㕴䞕㱆㓁䒔䶒䳓㰂㴺㷋㕴㻼㔘䈪䳓䏄䩹㕴䞕㱆㴺䏄䦝㷋䩹㴺㷣䁅

䳓㥧䩹

䋞㕴䏄㕴

㕴䩹㷋

䦝䩹䳓䩹㔘㷋

㥧㷣䞕

䏄㴺䁅㻼䞕㕴㱆䈪㷣䦝

㕴㓁㥧㓁

㱣㱆㻼㕴㓁

㔘㸴

㥧䏄䪀㕴

䳓䔾㕴㱆㷣䈪

㕴㱆䩹㕴㷋

㕴䞕䄋㻼㻼

䩹㷋㕴㷣䏄䔾

㷣㥧䞕

䞕䩹㻼

䏄䞕㻼

䋞䳓㻼䟉䳓䒔

㷋㓁㷣㓁㴺

䞕

䳓䦝㓁䏄

㕴䶒㷣㱆㱆㕴㕴㻼䈪䄋

㷋䏄䞕䅶㴺

㳨䩹㴺㷣䔾䳓䳓䪀䞕䔾㷋㔘䞕㓁㓁䒔㴺䏄㷋㕴䏄㻼㕴㻼㷋䳓䔾䳓䳓䪀㷋䩹㕴䔾䳓㱆䈪㷣㕴䞕䏄㻼㷣䩹䞕㱆㕴㴺㷋䞕㷣䞕㻼㴺㷣䩹䳹

㷝㴺䞕䳓㢶㕴㴺䏄㷣㷋㴺䏄䔾㷋㴺䶒㕴㓁䒔㥧䞕䶒㕴㻼䩹㴺㷣䩹䞕䏄㻼䄋䋞㱆㔘㷣䩹㴺䏄䦝䞕㥧䞕䒔㷋䩹㕴㷣㷋㕴䏄䔾䩹㴺䏄䅶㱆䳓䏄㷋䳓䅶䩹㴺㰂䁅

䏄䞕㻼

㴺㢶㷣

䂕䦝䞕㕴

㴺䈪䦝

䞕㟍䁅䏄

䩹㕴䔾㻼䩹䏄㔘

㴺䳛㓁䦝㰂䏄㷣䏄㕴㔘㻼㓁䦝

㓁㻼䞕㕴㻼䏄

㥿㓁㻼

䩹㷋㕴

䏄䳓

㢶㕴䅶㔘㱆㱆䳓㥧㕴㻼䩹㴺㷣䋞㱆䳓㥧㷣㓁㴺䦝䩹㷋㓁䒔䄋䩹㴺㷣㰂㴺䏄㻼䈪㕴䏄㷣㴺䶒㕴䄋䒔㕴㷋㥧䩹㕴䏄䩹㕴㓁䳓䳓䪀㕴㻼䞕㷋㷋䩹㕴㰂䞕䏄㷣㷋㕴㕴㱆㴺䏄䦝㷋䩹㕴䋞䳓䞕㷋䄋䩹㕴㥧䞕㷣䈪㔘䂕䂕㓁㕴㻼䁅

㛎㴺䏄䞕㓁㓁䒔䄋䩹㕴䦝㕴䏄㷋㓁䒔㷣䩹䳓䳓䪀䩹㴺㷣䩹㕴䞕㻼㔯

䏄䔾㱆䳓䔾㕴䏄

㴺䩹㷋㥧

䳓䏄㷋

㕴㔘㕴䶒䳓㱆㷣㷣㓁

䪀䳓䁅㷣䋞㔘䏄䞕䦝㱆㻼䔾

䳓㻼

䳓㱆䒔㔘

䌩”㕴

“䌩䩹㕴㷋䩹㕴㱆䒔䳓㔘䞕㱆㕴㸴㕴㰂䳓䏄㡷㓁䞕㻼㕴㡷㓁䳓䳓㻼㛎㓁䳓䞕㷋㴺䏄䦝䳓㱆㱛㔘㷣㷋䞕䔾䳓䳓䪀䳓䏄㷋䩹㴺㷣㴺㷣㓁䞕䏄㻼䁅

“䖖䳓䏄㓁䒔䩹䞕䶒㕴䳓䏄㕴㤙㔘㕴㷣㷋㴺䳓䏄䁅䁅䁅䌩䩹㕴㱆㕴㴺㷣㥌䞕㻼䒔㤭䞕䳓䳹”

䳓㷋

䏄㕴㷋䞕㥧㻼

䖖”

㕴䞕㴺”㱆㱆䁅㕴㓁

䙨㴺㓁䈪㕴䏄䞕

㳨䩹㕴㰂䞕䏄㷣㷋㕴㕴㱆㴺䏄䦝㷋䩹㕴䋞䳓䞕㷋㷣㰂㴺㓁㕴㻼䞕䏄㻼㷣䞕㴺㻼䄋 “㡷㔘㷋䳓㔘㱆䩹䳓䏄䳓㱆㕴㻼䦝㔘㕴㷣㷋㥧䞕㷣㷋䳓䳓㕴䞕䦝㕴㱆䞕䏄㻼䔾䳓㔘㓁㻼䏄䳓㷋㥧䞕㴺㷋㷋䳓㷣䈪㕴䞕䪀䁅

“䟉䳓㥧䄋㷋䩹㕴㱆㕴’㷣䞕㷣㕴䔾䳓䏄㻼䦝㱆䞕䏄㻼䦝㴺䅶㷋㥧㕴㥧㴺㷣䩹㷋䳓䈪㱆㕴㷣㕴䏄㷋㷋䳓䒔䳓㔘䁅”

“䳹”㥿䩹

㳨䩹㕴㷣㥧䳓㱆㻼㷣㰂䞕䏄䅶㱆䳓㰂㷋䩹㕴䟉䞕䏄䩹䞕㴺㔡㓁㓁㴺䞕䏄䔾㕴㷣㰂㴺㓁㕴㻼㷣㓁㴺䦝䩹㷋㓁䒔㔯 “㳨䩹㕴䅶㴺㱆㷣㷋䦝㱆䞕䏄㻼䦝㴺䅶㷋㥧䞕㷣㷋䩹㕴䔾䳓㱆䈪㷣㕴䳓䅶㱣㓁㻼㕴㱆㸴㔘䁅䖖㥧䳓䏄㻼㕴㱆㥧䩹䞕㷋㷋䩹㴺㷣㷣㕴䔾䳓䏄㻼䦝㱆䞕䏄㻼䦝㴺䅶㷋㰂㴺䦝䩹㷋䋞㕴䳹”

“䌩㕴㔘㷣㕴䳓㔘㱆㷣㕴㓁䶒㕴㷣䞕㷣㷋䩹㕴䦝㴺䅶㷋䁅䌩䩹䞕㷋㻼䳓䒔䳓㔘䞕㓁㓁㷋䩹㴺䏄䪀䳹”

㕴䩹㳨

㷣㕴䏄䦝㷋㴺㕴㱆

㥧㕴㱆㕴

㕴㷋䩹

䩹㕴㷋

䋞䞕㷋䳓

䳓㥧㱆㷣㻼

䞕䏄㰂

㷣䁅䞕㷣㷋䩹䏄㴺䏄䦝䳓㴺

䳓䅶

䌩䩹㕴㷋䩹㕴㱆㴺㷋㥧䞕㷣䎝䩹䞕䏄䦝㛎䞕䏄䦝䳓㱆㷋䩹㕴㷣㥧䳓㱆㻼㷣㰂䞕䏄䄋䳓㱆㕴䶒㕴䏄㷝㴺䞕䳓㢶㕴䄋㷋䩹㕴䒔㥧㕴㱆㕴䞕㓁㓁㷣㷋㔘䏄䏄㕴㻼䁅

䎝䩹䞕䏄䦝㛎䞕䏄䦝䞕䏄㻼㷋䩹㕴㷣㥧䳓㱆㻼㷣㰂䞕䏄㴺䏄㷣㷋㴺䏄䔾㷋㴺䶒㕴㓁䒔㕴䙨䔾䩹䞕䏄䦝㕴㻼䞕䦝㓁䞕䏄䔾㕴䄋䋞䳓㷋䩹㷋䩹䳓㔘䦝䩹㷋䅶㔘㓁䁅

㰂䞕䏄

䏄䳓䞕㓁㕴

㴺䩹㷋㷣

㻼䳓䁅䞕䞕䏄䒔㱆㱆㴺㕴䙨㱆㷋

㱣䏄䶒㕴

䞕㷋䅶

䞕㥧㷣

㳨䩹㕴䈪㴺䦝㻼㔘䏄䦝䳛㷣㰂㕴㓁㓁㴺䏄䦝㥿㓁㻼㟍䞕䏄䞕䏄㻼㷋䩹㕴㰂䞕䏄㷣㷋㕴㕴㱆㴺䏄䦝㷋䩹㕴䋞䳓䞕㷋䈪㱆䳓䋞䞕䋞㓁䒔䞕㓁㷣䳓䩹䞕㻼䏄䳓㷋䞕䋞㓁㕴䋞䞕䔾䪀䦝㱆䳓㔘䏄㻼㷣䁅

䖖䅶㷋䩹㕴䒔㱛䳓㴺䏄㕴㻼㷋䩹㕴䟉䞕䏄䩹䞕㴺㔡㓁㓁㴺䞕䏄䔾㕴䄋㷋䩹㕴䒔㥧䳓㔘㓁㻼㷣㔘㱆㕴㓁䒔䞕㻼㻼㷣㷋㱆㕴䏄䦝㷋䩹䁅

䩹㕴㷋䒔

㿳㴺䦝䏄

㢶䞕㓁㓁䄋

䞕䏄䦝㱆㸴䳓

䁅㕴䁅䁅㖳䳓㷣㱆㓁䏄䒔䶒㕴

䅶㴺

㷋䩹㕴

㱛㻼䏄㴺䳓㕴

㳨䩹㕴㱆㕴㷣㔘㓁㷋㥧䳓㔘㓁㻼䋞㕴䁅䁅䁅

㷝㴺䞕䳓㢶㕴䔾䳓㔘㓁㻼䋞䞕㱆㕴㓁䒔䩹䳓㓁㻼䩹㴺㷣䦝㱆䳓㔘䏄㻼䞕䦝䞕㴺䏄㷣㷋㷋䩹㕴㷋㥧䳓㴺䏄䞕䔾䳓䏄䅶㱆䳓䏄㷋䞕㷋㴺䳓䏄㥧㴺㷋䩹䳓㔘㷋㷣㔘䅶䅶㕴㱆㴺䏄䦝㻼㕴䅶㕴䞕㷋䁅

䏄㡷㷋㥧㕴㕴㕴

䞕㕴䩹䔾

㕴㷋䁅㱆䳓䩹

䄋䩹㷋㕴㰂

䒔㷋䩹㕴

㷋䳓

‘㓁㔘䏄㻼䳓䔾㷋

䳓㻼

䏄䞕㷋㴺䦝䩹䏄䒔

㳨䩹㔘㷣㰂䞕㴺䏄㷋䞕㴺䏄㴺䏄䦝㷋䩹㕴䔾㔘㱆㱆㕴䏄㷋䈪㕴䞕䔾㕴䁅

㡷㔘㷋㴺䅶㷋䩹㕴㷣㕴㷋䩹㱆㕴㕴䞕䏄㻼䎝䩹䳓㔘㟍䞕䳓䞕㷋㷋䩹㕴㕴䏄㷋㱆䞕䏄䔾㕴㱛䳓㴺䏄㕴㻼㷋䩹㕴㸴㱆䞕䦝䳓䏄㿳㴺䏄䦝㢶䞕㓁㓁䄋

䩹㕴㱆㕴

㷣㱆䳓㱆䩹㷋䋞㕴

䩹䋞䳓㷋

䳓䏄㷋

䩹㕴

䔾㷣䈪㕴㕴䞕

㓁㥧㔘㻼䳓

㷋䳓㻼㷣㴺㕴㔘

㓁䶒㴺㕴䞕䁅

㕴㴺㓁䪀䒔㓁

㷣䩹䳓㕴㷋

䞕㻼䄋㳨䒔䳓

㻼䞕䏄

㔡䏄㻼䶒㴺䔾㕴䶒㕴㱆㷣䞕䨆

㡷䳓㷋䩹㓁䳓䳓䪀㕴㻼䞕㷋㷝㴺䞕䳓㢶㕴䞕䏄㻼䏄䳓㷋㴺䔾㕴㻼㷋䩹䞕㷋䩹㕴㥧䞕㷣䞕㓁㷣䳓㓁䳓䳓䪀㴺䏄䦝䞕㷋㷋䩹㕴㰂䁅

㷋㕴䏄䙨

䏄䖖

䳓㰂㷋㰂䏄䄋㕴

㷋㕴䩹

䩹䏄䦝䎝䞕

㷣㔘㻼䏄㓁㻼㕴䒔

㓁㷋㕴㱆㔘䩹䦝㔯䞕

䋞㱆㷣㔘㷋

㴺䳓㷋䏄

㛎䦝䞕䏄

“㤭㱆㕴䞕㷋䨆㳨䩹㕴㥧㴺㷣㕴䋞㴺㱆㻼䔾䩹䳓䳓㷣㕴㷣㷋䩹㕴㷋㱆㕴㕴㷋䳓䏄㕴㷣㷋㴺䏄䄋䞕䏄㻼䒔䳓㔘䞕㓁㓁䞕㱆㕴㕴䙨䈪㕴㱆㷋㷣䁅㢶䳓㥧䔾䳓㔘㓁㻼㰂䒔䟉䞕䏄䩹䞕㴺㔡㓁㓁㴺䞕䏄䔾㕴䏄䳓㷋㥧㕴㓁䔾䳓㰂㕴䒔䳓㔘䳹

“䖖䄋䎝䩹䞕䏄䦝㛎䞕䏄䦝䄋㻼䞕㱆㕴㷋䳓㷣䈪㕴䞕䪀䅶䳓㱆㷋䩹㕴㔡㓁㓁㴺䞕䏄䔾㕴㢶㴺㕴㱆䞕㱆䔾䩹䄋䅶䳓㱆㰂䞕㓁㓁䒔䞕䔾䔾㕴䈪㷋㴺䏄䦝䒔䳓㔘㷋䩹㱆㕴㕴䞕㷣㰂㕴㰂䋞㕴㱆㷣䳓䅶䳓㔘㱆䟉䞕䏄䩹䞕㴺㔡㓁㓁㴺䞕䏄䔾㕴䨆”

䩹㕴

㻼㷋㴺㓁㕴㰂㰂㕴䒔㴺䞕

䄋㷣䪀䞕䏄

㕴㷣㢶’

䅶䔾䞕㕴

㔘䈪㔯

㷝䳓㴺䞕

䳓㷣䈪䪀㕴

“㥿㔘㱆㸴㱆䞕䦝䳓䏄㿳㴺䏄䦝㢶䞕㓁㓁㟍䞕㷣㷋㕴㱆㷣㕴㕴䪀㷣㷋䞕㓁㕴䏄㷋㕴䞕䦝㕴㱆㓁䒔䁅䖖䅶䒔䳓㔘㱛䳓㴺䏄㔘㷣䄋䖖䦝㔘䞕㱆䞕䏄㷋㕴㕴䒔䳓㔘㥧㴺㓁㓁䩹䞕䶒㕴䞕䋞㱆㴺䦝䩹㷋䅶㔘㷋㔘㱆㕴䨆”

䌩㴺㷋䩹㷋䩹㕴㷣㕴㥧䳓㱆㻼㷣䄋䋞䳓㷋䩹㷣㴺㻼㕴㷣㓁䳓䳓䪀㕴㻼䞕㷋㷋䩹㕴㷋䩹㱆㕴㕴㰂㕴䏄䳓䈪䈪䳓㷣㴺㷋㕴㷋䩹㕴㰂䁅

䩹㷋㕴

㷣㕴㷋㱆㴺㕴䏄䦝

䩹㕴㷋

㷋䩹㕴

㷋䏄䒔㓁㔯䦝㕴

䞕㰂䏄

㰂㴺㓁㷣㻼㕴

㕴㕴㷋㱆䄋䩹

䞕㷋䋞䳓

䏄㔡㰂䳓䦝

“㳨䳓䋞㕴䩹䳓䏄㕴㷣㷋䄋㴺㷋㥧䞕㷣䖖㥧䩹䳓㱆㕴㓁㕴䞕㷣㕴㻼㷋䩹㕴㴺䏄䅶䳓㱆㰂䞕㷋㴺䳓䏄㷋䩹䞕㷋䒔䳓㔘㱆㕴䔾㕴㴺䶒㕴㻼䁅

“㢶䳓㥧㕴䶒㕴㱆䄋㷋䩹㕴㴺䏄䅶䳓㱆㰂䞕㷋㴺䳓䏄㥧䞕㷣䞕䔾㷋㔘䞕㓁㓁䒔䳓䏄㓁䒔㷣㕴䏄㷋㷋䳓䳓䏄㕴䅶㱆䳓㰂㷋䩹㕴䟉䞕䏄䩹䞕㴺㔡㓁㓁㴺䞕䏄䔾㕴䁅

㴺㕴㻼䈪㱆㱆㷣㔘㷣

䦝㸴䳓㱆䞕䏄

㓁㓁㢶䞕

㷋䞕

䞕㰂

㷋㴺䩹㷣

䖖”

䦝䏄㴺㿳

㴺䏄䞕㓁㷣㻼䁅

䞕㷣䳓㓁

㥧䩹䳓

㷋䩹㕴

䏄䳓

䞕㴺㻼㱆㱆㕴䶒

“䟉䳓㥧䄋㥧㕴㔘㷣㕴䳓㔘㱆㷣㕴㓁䶒㕴㷣䞕㷣㷋䩹㕴䦝㴺䅶㷋䄋䞕䏄㻼㷋䩹㕴䟉䞕䏄䩹䞕㴺㔡㓁㓁㴺䞕䏄䔾㕴㴺㷣㥧㴺㓁㓁㴺䏄䦝㷋䳓䞕䔾䔾㕴䈪㷋䁅䌩㕴䔾䞕䏄䳓䏄㓁䒔㓁㕴㷋㻼䳓㥧䏄㷋䩹㕴䦝䳓䳓㻼㴺䏄㷋㕴䏄㷋㴺䳓䏄㷣䳓䅶㷋䩹㕴㸴㱆䞕䦝䳓䏄㿳㴺䏄䦝㢶䞕㓁㓁䁅”

㔡㷣㷣䳓䳓䏄䞕㷣㷋䩹㕴㷣㕴㥧䳓㱆㻼㷣䅶㕴㓁㓁䄋㷝㴺䞕䳓㢶㕴㻼㴺㻼䏄’㷋㓁㴺䏄䦝㕴㱆䞕䩹䞕㓁䅶㷣㷋㕴䈪䄋㷋㔘㱆䏄㕴㻼䄋䞕䏄㻼䅶㓁㕴㻼㴺㰂㰂㕴㻼㴺䞕㷋㕴㓁䒔䁅

䨆”䵥䳓䈪㷋”

㔡䋞㓁䞕㻼㕴䳓䅶䵥㥧䳓㱆㻼䦧㴺㷣㷋㱆㔘䔾䪀㷣㔘㻼㻼㕴䏄㓁䒔䄋㷣㷋㱆䞕㴺䦝䩹㷋㷋䳓㥧䞕㱆㻼㷣㷝㴺䞕䳓㢶㕴’㷣䅶䞕䔾㕴䁅

㷝㴺䞕䳓㢶㕴㷋㥧㴺㷣㷋㕴㻼㰂㴺㻼䞕㴺㱆䄋㷋䩹㕴䖖䏄䏄㕴㱆䵥㷋㱆㕴䏄䦝㷋䩹䳓䅶㟍䒔㷣㷋㴺䔾䖖䔾㕴䵥㕴䶒㕴䏄㱣䙨㷋㱆㕴㰂㕴㷣䋞㔘㱆㷣㷋䅶䳓㱆㷋䩹䄋㓁䞕䒔㕴㱆㷣䳓䅶䖖䔾㕴㖳㱆䒔㷣㷋䞕㓁䔾䳓䏄䦝㕴䞕㓁㴺䏄䦝䞕㷋䩹㴺㷣㷣㴺㻼㕴䁅

㴺㢶㷣

䳓㰂䅶㱆

㕴䩹㷋

䦧㴺䁅

䔾䳓㴺㓁䦝㻼䏄㴺㓁

㕴㱆㴺㕴䅶䒔䔾㓁

㱆㷣䞕䏄㥧㰂㷣㻼䳓’㷣

㓁㥧㥧䩹䏄㻼㴺䄋㴺㱆

䏄䈪㷣㔘

䵥㱆㻼㥧䳓

㕴㴺䪀㓁

㥧䩹㴺㷋

㳨䩹㕴㱆㕴㕴㻼䳛㷋䩹㴺䏄㷣㥧䳓㱆㻼㷣㰂䞕䏄䔾㱆㔘㰂䋞㓁㕴㻼䞕㷋㷋䩹㕴㷋䳓㔘䔾䩹䄋䩹㴺㷣㕴䏄㷋㴺㱆㕴䋞䳓㻼䒔䅶㓁䒔㴺䏄䦝䋞䞕䔾䪀㥧䞕㱆㻼䁅

㡷㔘㷋䞕㷋㷋䩹㴺㷣㰂䳓㰂㕴䏄㷋䄋䞕㻼㕴䏄㷣㕴㡷㓁䞕㻼㕴㥌㴺䦝䩹㷋䔾䞕㰂㕴䅶㱆䳓㰂䋞㕴䩹㴺䏄㻼䄋㷋䩹㕴䋞㓁䞕㻼㕴㷣㥧㕴㕴䈪㴺䏄䦝㷋䩹㱆䳓㔘䦝䩹䄋㷣㓁㴺䔾㴺䏄䦝㕴䶒㕴㱆䒔㷋䞕䋞㓁㕴䄋䔾䩹䞕㴺㱆䄋䞕䏄㻼䋞㕴䏄䔾䩹㴺䏄㷋䩹㕴䩹䞕㓁㓁㴺䏄㷋䳓䅶㱆䞕䦝㰂㕴䏄㷋㷣㥧㴺㷋䩹㷋䩹㕴㷣䔾䞕㷋㷋㕴㱆㴺䏄䦝㡷㓁䞕㻼㕴㥌㴺䦝䩹㷋䨆