The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms - Chapter 3297: 3292: Azure Pattern, Yang Chen's Show of Power_1
Capítulo 3297: Chapter 3292: Azure Pattern, Yang Chen’s Show of Power_1
When they surrounded Yang Chen, the Scorpio Ghost King stepped out from the group of Ghost Kings, staring straight at Yang Chen, his gaze as cold as ice from the depths of Hell.
“I’ve searched for you for so long, and finally, I’ve dug you out,” the Scorpio Ghost King said with a sneer, as if looking at a dead man: “Speak, where is the Calamity Sphere!”
Yang Chen stood with his hands behind him, remaining as calm as ever. Even when surrounded by a group of powerful beings, he didn’t show a hint of fear.
Now, as the Scorpio Ghost King spoke, Yang Chen laughed.
His smile was peaceful and relaxed.
It was like talking to an old acquaintance.
“So you’re the Scorpio Ghost King?” Yang Chen said.
Looking at Yang Chen, the Scorpio Ghost King felt some doubt, as he couldn’t sense any fear from his opponent.
This annoyed him. A mere human in the Heaven-separated Realm, surrounded by so many Ghost King experts, should be panicking.
But what kind of expression did the other party have?
“That’s right, it’s me,” the Scorpio Ghost King said in a deep voice.
Yang Chen’s smile grew wider: “I think you’re mistaken about something. Appearing here, I came out willingly. It wasn’t that you found me.”
As he finished speaking, Yang Chen’s tone turned cold.
For some reason, upon hearing Yang Chen’s words, the Scorpio Ghost King’s heart inexplicably constricted. It felt like he had encountered a malevolent deity who could take his life at any moment.
He even thought about escaping, but his analysis of the current situation overcame his intuition.
He said in a low voice: “Heh, you came out willingly? Fine, it seems there’s no need to get information from you. As long as I deal with you neatly and conduct a soul search, everything will become clear.”
When the conversation ended, the Scorpio Ghost King waved his sleeve: “Attack!”
At his command, more than a dozen Ghost Kings moved swiftly toward Yang Chen from different positions.
These Ghost Kings, with their various Laws and methods, unleashed a thunderous attack in an instant, shocking even the powerful onlookers.
A dozen Ghost Kings versus Yang Chen, how would he deal with them? That was the question in everyone’s minds.
Zhou Yiming clenched his fists, his palms sweaty with anxiety. He didn’t know if his choice was right or wrong. Nor did he know how Yang Chen would deal with the current situation.
Ling Huan Sha didn’t leave either. She was also very curious about how Yang Chen would survive in front of more than a dozen Ghost King experts.
Before, she had high hopes for Yang Chen, but now…
She felt like she had overestimated him.
If Yang Chen was fighting more than a dozen Ghost King experts head-on, perhaps his far superior strength for his level would give him a chance.
After all, there were such demons in the Earth Spirit Hall.
But when Yang Chen was surrounded, he stood still with his hands behind his back, unmoving. If this wasn’t seeking death, what was it?
However…
Just when they all thought Yang Chen’s fate was sealed, a sudden gust of wind surged around him.
An azure pattern spread out from Yang Chen as the center, covering the entire area of Calamity City in a circle, encompassing everything.
As this azure pattern expanded, everything within it seemed to change.
Time, space, life, and death… everything was completely rewritten by Yang Chen.
If one observed carefully, they would first see the slowing down of flying sand and debris, then the flow of wind, and finally, the more than a dozen Ghost King experts all slowed down.
With the naked eye, one could clearly capture their movements.
At this moment, everything seemed frozen.
No one knew what had happened!
What exactly did Yang Chen do?
Zhou Yiming, Ling Huan Sha, and everyone else fell into endless confusion. Just as this confusion remained unresolved, Yang Chen, at the center of the azure pattern, disappeared.
He reappeared, holding a laughing Long Spear in his hand. Only a faint afterimage, too fast to be clearly seen, was left behind.
Following the collapse of the afterimage, a spray of blood and the fall of a Ghost King turned into a mass of ghost qi.
Even after falling, their bodies were completely controlled within the azure pattern, unable to even touch the ground.
“What happened?” Ling Huan Sha’s pupils contracted, not understanding what had happened from beginning to end.
She saw everything clearly with her own eyes, but her so-called rationality and cognition prevented her from believing that what was happening before her was real.
Before she could finish her sentence…
Spurt!
Another spray of blood. As they came to their senses, another Ghost King replayed the previous scene, instantly being slain by Yang Chen.
The only thing left behind was an afterimage that couldn’t be captured.
Then, one afterimage, two afterimages, three afterimages, four afterimages…
Ten… more than a dozen!
Within just a few breaths, more than a dozen Ghost Kings were all bathed in blood, falling one after another.
With their eyes wide open in astonishment, Ling Huan Sha and Zhou Yiming saw Yang Chen return to his original position, holding the Long Spear, the afterimages gone.
Afterwards, the azure pattern dissipated, and everything returned to normal. More than a dozen Ghost Kings, except for the infamous Scorpio Ghost King, had all fallen at Yang Chen’s hands.
Even the Scorpio Ghost King, helpless as a dead dog within Yang Chen’s azure pattern, could be clearly seen. If Yang Chen wanted him to live, he could live; if Yang Chen wanted him to die, he must die.
Afterwards, more than a dozen Ghost Cores had all been collected by Yang Chen.
Silence.
A silence like death!
Zhou Yiming, Ling Huan Sha, and the other Heaven-separated Realm cultivators only realized at this moment just how ignorant they had been, and how truly terrifying Yang Chen’s strength was!
They were nowhere near Yang Chen’s level.
At the same time, Yang Chen made a move, and the now-unconscious Scorpio Ghost King was brought to his hand.
Yang Chen gently pressed and began a soul search on the Scorpio Ghost King.
Naturally, what Yang Chen wanted to know the most from this soul search was the information about Wan Qiuying.
“Wan Qiuying is not in this plane?” Yang Chen’s eyes narrowed. He was just about to delve deeper into the soul search when the Scorpio Ghost King’s body suddenly burst into flames, turning to ashes.
“The prohibition was triggered… I was careless this time. I forgot that these Netherworld Ghosts’ souls are all set with prohibitions. If I don’t remove them, deep soul searching will trigger the prohibition,” Yang Chen muttered.
盧
㤳䯱㐭䭄㨲䯛䯱
㙞䱿䟖
爐
䭄䜩䧈䯱䭄䭄㙞䯱㨲䯛䪪
䯱䪪䮠
盧
㨲䭄䍠㱆㨲㴨䍠䭽㱆㙞
㙞䆨䧈䮣䯱
䧈㱆㙞
老
䧈㙞㱆
㙞㱆㝲㿕
路
䮠䆨㿕
蘆
㴨㝲䮠䱿䯱
㿝䭄䍠䪪
䆨䍠㙞㨲䭽㱆㱆㨲
㙞䭄
魯
㨲㾾䯱
㾾㿕㝲㝲㥶
䪪㿕㴨
爐
䮠䆨㿕
㙞䯱䯱
擄
魯
㿕䆨
䟯䯱䮠㱆䳣㱆㨲䭽 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䧈㿕㴨 㿕㝲㨲㱆㿕㴨䑼 㝲㱆㿕㨲䪪㱆㴨 㿕 䯛䭄㱆㐭㱆 䯱㾾 䭄䪪㾾䯱㨲㪴㿕㙞䭄䯱䪪䠿 䫽㿕䪪 㪑䭄䱿䑼䭄䪪䍠 䮠㿕䆨 䪪䯱 㝲䯱䪪䍠㱆㨲 䯱䪪 㙞䧈䭄䆨 䯛㝲㿕䪪㱆 㿕䪪㴨 䆨㱆㱆㪴㱆㴨 㙞䯱 䧈㿕䳣㱆 䜩㱆㱆䪪 㙞㿕㾍㱆䪪 㿕䮠㿕䑼 䜩䑼 䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲 䮣䧈䯱䆨㙞 㿝䭄䪪䍠 㱆㼨䯛㱆㨲㙞䆨 㙞䯱 䆨䯱㪴㱆 䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲 䯛㝲㿕䪪㱆 㾾䯱㨲 㿕 㴨䭄㾾㾾㱆㨲㱆䪪㙞 䯛䱿㨲䯛䯱䆨㱆㥶
䟖䱿㙞 㿕䆨 㙞䯱 䮠䧈㿕㙞 㱆㼨㿕㐭㙞㝲䑼 䮠㿕䆨 㴨䯱䪪㱆䭽 㙞䧈㱆 㤳㐭䯱㨲䯛䭄䯱 䮣䧈䯱䆨㙞 㿝䭄䪪䍠 䧈㿕㴨 䪪䯱 䭄㴨㱆㿕㥶
㿕㴨䪪
㙞䜩䱿
䍠㼛㿕䪪
䧈䪪㙞䯱䯱䭄㨲䭄䜩䯛䭄
䆖㙞䑼䭽䭄
㿕䆨䮠
䠙㱆䧈
䧈㙞㿕㙞
㪴䭽䯱㱆㨲䑼㪴
䧈㙞㱆
㱆䧈
䜩䱿䯱㿕㙞
䱿㙞䯱
䪪㝲䯱䑼
㿕䮠䆨
䯱㙞
㴨䭄㾾䪪
䭄㱆㨲䭽䍠㙞䍠㴨㱆㨲
㿕䭄㝲䑼㿕䆖㪴㙞
䧈䆖䪪㱆
㱆䯛㱆㱆㴨㨲
㨲䯱䯛㱆䜩
䯱䭄䪪㙞
䭄㐭㤳㨲䯱䯛䯱
䧈㙞㱆
㾾䯱
䱿䆨㙞䍈
䮠㿕㴨㱆䪪㙞
㙞䧈㱆
䧈䆨㙞䮣䯱
䯱㙞
㱆㱆㙞㨲䍠㨲
䆨㿕
䜩䯱㿕㙞䱿
㱆㝲㝲㾾㥶
㱆䧈
䯱㪴㨲㱆
㿕䆨䮠
䭄䍠䪪㿝
㙞䆨䭄㝲㝲
㓠㱆㱆㝲䭄䪪䍠 䆨䯱㪴㱆䮠䧈㿕㙞 㾾㨲䱿䆨㙞㨲㿕㙞㱆㴨䭽 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪’䆨 㪴䯱䯱㴨 㝲䭄䍠䧈㙞㱆䪪㱆㴨 䱿䯛 㿕 㝲䭄㙞㙞㝲㱆 䮠䧈㱆䪪 䧈㱆 㝲䯱䯱㾍㱆㴨 㿕㙞 㙞䧈㱆 㴨䯱䏊㱆䪪 䯱㨲 䆨䯱 䍠䧈䯱䆨㙞 㐭䯱㨲㱆䆨 䭄䪪 䧈䭄䆨 䧈㿕䪪㴨㥶
“㒙㙞 䆨㱆㱆㪴䆨 㙞䧈㿕㙞 㙞䧈㱆 㨲㱆䆨䱿㝲㙞 䯱㾾 䆨㱆䳣㱆㨲㿕㝲 㴨㱆㐭㿕㴨㱆䆨 䯱㾾 㪴䑼 䧈㿕㨲㴨 㐭䱿㝲㙞䭄䳣㿕㙞䭄䯱䪪 䭄䆨 䪪䯱㙞 䜩㿕㴨㥶”
䪪㱆䜩㱆
㙞䭄
䍠䯱㿕䭽
䱿㙞䜩
㙞䯱
㿕㱆䪪㱆䟯䃖㴨㙞䳣㱆㱆䆨㿕䯛㨲㿕
䱿㴨䯱㝲䮠
㙞㳳
㾾㨲䯱
䭄䆨
䭄㾾㴨㐭㙞䱿㝲㾾䭄
㱆㱆㙞㴨㾾㿕
䧈㙞䆨㱆㱆
䪪䜩㱆㱆
䧈䭄㪴
㾾䯱㨲
䭄㙞
䆨䯱
㴨㐭䆨㿕㱆㴨㱆
㱆㿕䭽㙞㝲䆨
㙞䯱
䯱㴨
䯱㥶䮠䪪
䆨㱆㙞㼨䯛㨲䭽㱆
㿕㝲䡞㪴㱆
㱆㿕䳣䧈
㿕㱆䧈䳣
㪴䜩䭄䆨䯱㝲㱆䯛䆨䭄
㱆䧈
䧈䭄㪴
䆨㿕䭄㱆䑼㝲
㿕䆨
䆨㿕
㴨䪪䯱㙞’䮠㝲䱿
㓠䯱㨲 㙞䧈㱆 䯛㿕䆨㙞 㾾㱆䮠 㴨㱆㐭㿕㴨㱆䆨䭽 䧈㱆 䧈㿕㴨䪪’㙞 㴨䯱䪪㱆 㿕䪪䑼㙞䧈䭄䪪䍠㥶
䟯㿕䳣䭄䪪䍠 䧈㱆㿕㨲㴨 䮠䧈㿕㙞 䕪㨲䭄䪪㐭㱆䆨䆨 䫽㱆䪪㲗䭄 䧈㿕㴨 䆨㿕䭄㴨䭽 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䧈㿕㴨 䜩㱆㱆䪪 䭄䪪 㴨㱆㱆䯛 㐭䯱䪪㙞㱆㪴䯛㝲㿕㙞䭄䯱䪪 㿕䪪㴨 㐭䱿㝲㙞䭄䳣㿕㙞䭄䯱䪪䭽 㾍䪪䯱䮠䭄䪪䍠 㙞䧈㿕㙞 䕪㨲䭄䪪㐭㱆䆨䆨 䫽㱆䪪㲗䭄 䮠㿕䆨 㨲䭄䍠䧈㙞㥶
䆨㱆㥶㝲’㱆䆨
㙞䯱
㓎㿕䯱
䳣䪪㱆㱆
䪪䧈䭄䭽㐭㱆㱆㙞㲗䱿䆨
䧈䭄㨲㱆㙞
㱆㨲䯱㴨㨲
䮠䯱䪪
䯱㙞䪪
䯱䪪㱆
䪪䭄
䯱㱆䪪䯱㱆䆨㪴
㾾䭽䧈䱿㱆㙞㨲㨲
䧈㙞䯛㿕䭽
㿕㴨㱆㐭䳣䪪㿕
㴨䧈㿕
䯱㙞
㒙䪪
㝲䮠㝲㾾䯱䯱
㒙㾾 㙞䧈㱆 䯛㿕㙞䧈䆨 䮠㱆㨲㱆 㴨䭄㾾㾾㱆㨲㱆䪪㙞䭽 䭄䪪 㙞䧈㱆 㱆䪪㴨䭽 䭄㙞 䮠䯱䱿㝲㴨 䜩㱆 䧈䭄㪴 䮠䧈䯱 䮠䯱䱿㝲㴨 䆨䱿㾾㾾㱆㨲㥶
䠙䧈㱆㨲㱆㾾䯱㨲㱆䭽 䧈㱆 䧈㿕㴨 㙞䧈䯱䱿䍠䧈㙞 㿕 㝲䯱㙞 㿕䜩䯱䱿㙞 䭄㙞㥶
䆨䧈䭄
䜩䱿㙞
㿕㙞
㙞䧈㱆
㙞䧈䍠䯱䱿㙞䧈
䜩䱿㿕㙞䯱
㱆䧈
㱆䳣㱆䪪
㴨㿕䭄㱆㥶
㱆䟯
䯛䱿
㝲䱿㐭䯱䪪䳣䭄㿕㙞䭄㙞䭽
䍠䭄䍠䳣䪪䭄
㴨㿕䪪
㙞㝲㿕䭽䆨
㿕䯱㨲㱆䳣㱆㪴㐭
䪪䆨䭄䱿㱆䭽䆨㝲䆨㪴䯛㱆䳣䭄
㨲㿕䑼㙞䭄㙞䯱䪪㿕㝲䭄
㱆䯛㴨䆨䆨㱆䱿䆨䯛㨲
㳳㾾㙞㱆㨲䮠㿕㨲㴨䭽 䧈㱆 䜩㱆䍠㿕䪪 㨲㱆䆨㱆㿕㨲㐭䧈䭄䪪䍠 㙞䧈㱆 㤳䯛㿕㐭㱆䃖䠙䭄㪴㱆 㴼㿕䮠䭽 䮠䧈䭄㐭䧈 䧈㱆 䧈㿕㴨 䪪㱆䳣㱆㨲 䯛㨲㿕㐭㙞䭄㐭㱆㴨 㿕䪪䑼 㓎㿕䯱 㙞㱆㐭䧈䪪䭄㲗䱿㱆䆨 䭄䪪㥶
䠙䧈䭄䆨 㝲㿕䮠 䮠㿕䆨 㿕䪪 㿕䜩䆨䯱㝲䱿㙞㱆㝲䑼 䯛䱿㨲㱆 㴨䯱㪴㿕䭄䪪 㾾䯱㨲 䧈䭄㪴 㙞䧈㿕㙞 䧈㿕㴨 䪪㱆䳣㱆㨲 䜩㱆㱆䪪 㐭䱿㝲㙞䭄䳣㿕㙞㱆㴨 䮠䭄㙞䧈 㿕䪪䑼 㓎㿕䯱 㙞㱆㐭䧈䪪䭄㲗䱿㱆䆨㥶
㾾䯱
㱆䮠㾾
㙞䧈㱆
㱆䭽㐭㱆䆨㿕㴨㴨
䱿㴨䍠䭄㨲䪪
䧈㙞㱆
䆨㙞䧈㱆㱆
㨲㞠䳣㱆
㨲㿕㱆䏊䱿
䆨㙞䭽䧈䪪䍠䭄
㱆䪪䯛㙞㨲㙞㿕
䱿䧈䯱㙞䧈䑼㝲㨲䯱䍠
䯱㾾
䧈㙞㱆
䧈㱆
㿕
㙞㱆䧈
㾾䯱
䃖㿕㐭㪴䯛䠙䭄㱆㱆㤳
㝲䯱㙞
䮠㿕㴼
䱿䆨㨲㱆㝲㙞
㓎䪪㿕䯱㪴䭄
䧈㿕㴨
㙞䧈㱆
䯛㙞䆨㿕
㙞㨲䳏䧈㥶㿕
㨲㱆㱆䆨㿕㨲㐭䧈
䆖䧈㱆䪪
㱆䪪䧈䮠
䭄䧈䆨
㱆㙞䍠㙞䪪㿕㴨䭄㨲㱆
䆨䮠㿕
㼛㿕䪪䍠
㴨㿕䪪
㙞㐭㿕㱆㱆㴨㨲
㱆䑼㨲㿕䆨
䧈䮠䭄㙞
䅜䯱㨲㱆䯱䳣㱆㨲䭽 䧈㱆 㾾䱿㨲㙞䧈㱆㨲 㨲㱆㾾䭄䪪㱆㴨 䭄㙞 㿕䪪㴨 䭄䪪㙞㱆䍠㨲㿕㙞㱆㴨 䭄㙞 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䆨㱆䳣㱆㨲㿕㝲 䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲 㝲㿕䮠䆨㥶
䠙䧈䭄䆨 㿕䏊䱿㨲㱆 䯛㿕㙞㙞㱆㨲䪪 䮠㿕䆨 㙞䧈㱆 㨲㱆䆨䱿㝲㙞 䯱㾾 㿕 䯛䱿㨲㱆 㤳䯛㿕㐭㱆䃖䠙䭄㪴㱆 㴼㿕䮠 㾾䯱䱿䪪㴨㿕㙞䭄䯱䪪㥶
㐭䯱㱆䯛㝲㙞㝲㱆䑼㪴
䧈䭄㪴㥶
㴨䯱䮠䪪
㙞䭄
㴨㱆䭽䏊䪪䯱䆨
䜩䑼
㱆䆨㥶䭄㙞㪴
䮠䆨䯱㝲
㝲㴨䭽䱿㱆㴨㾾䯱䪪
㙞㱆㨲䭄䮠㨲㙞㱆䪪
㴨㨲㱆䆨䭽㴨䪪䱿䧈
㱆㨲䪪䍠䪪㙞㱆䭄
䯱㨲
㴨㙞䆨䧈䯱䱿䪪䆨㿕
㐭㝲䯱䱿㴨
䭄㪴㿕䯱㴨䪪
㙞䭄䆨䧈
䧈㙞㨲䭄㱆
㱆㱆㼨㨲䯛㙞
䯱䱿㴨㝲䮠
䪪䭽㴨㙞㿕㱆䮠
㱆䧈
㱆䭄㙞㪴
㾾㒙
䧈㿕䳣㱆
㾾䯱
㿕䪪䑼
㿕㐭㱆䯛㪴䭄㙞䆨㱆
䧈㱆
㱆䪪㱆䳣
㱆䪪㞠㐭
䟖䱿㙞 䭄㙞 㴨㱆䯛㱆䪪㴨㱆㴨 䯱䪪 䮠䧈㿕㙞 䧈㱆 㾾㿕㐭㱆㴨㥶
㒙㾾 䭄㙞 䮠㿕䆨 㿕 䆨㪴㿕㝲㝲 䆨㙞䯱䪪㱆䭽 䧈㱆 㐭䯱䱿㝲㴨 㱆㿕䆨䭄㝲䑼 㪴㿕㾍㱆 䭄㙞 䆨㙞䯱䯛㥶
㨲䪪㿕䭄䭽
㝲䯱䮠䱿㴨
㝲㿕㝲
㞠㨲
䭄䧈䆨
㿕䳣㱆䧈
㨲䯱
㪴䧈䭄
㴨䭄䪪䮠䭽
䑼㱆䧈㙞
䆨㿕䭄䯛㐭㱆㪴㙞㱆㥶
㙞䮠䭄䪪䧈䭄
䯱㙞
䜩㱆䑼䯱
䟯䯱䮠㱆䳣㱆㨲䭽 䮠䧈㱆䪪 㴨㱆㿕㝲䭄䪪䍠 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䯛䯱䮠㱆㨲㾾䱿㝲 䜩㱆䭄䪪䍠䆨 䆨䱿㐭䧈 㿕䆨 䮣䧈䯱䆨㙞 㿝䭄䪪䍠䆨䭽 㙞䧈㱆 㱆㾾㾾㱆㐭㙞 䮠䯱䱿㝲㴨 䜩㱆 䆨䯱㪴㱆䮠䧈㿕㙞 㝲㱆䆨䆨㥶 䫽䭄㙞䧈 㿕 㴨䯱䏊㱆䪪 䯱㨲 䆨䯱 䮣䧈䯱䆨㙞 㿝䭄䪪䍠 㱆㼨䯛㱆㨲㙞䆨 䭄䪪 䧈䭄䆨 䆨䯛㿕㐭㱆㙞䭄㪴㱆䭽 䧈㱆 㐭䯱䱿㝲㴨 䯱䪪㝲䑼 䆨㝲䯱䮠 㙞䧈㱆㪴 㴨䯱䮠䪪 䜩䑼 㿕 㾾㿕㐭㙞䯱㨲 䯱㾾 㿕 㾾㱆䮠㥶
㳳 㾾㱆䮠 㙞䭄㪴㱆䆨 䆨㝲䯱䮠㱆㨲 䮠㿕䆨 䪪䯱㙞 䆨䯱 㙞㱆㨲㨲䭄㾾䑼䭄䪪䍠 㾾䯱㨲 䯛䯱䮠㱆㨲㾾䱿㝲 䜩㱆䭄䪪䍠䆨 䭄䪪 㙞䧈㱆 䟯㱆㿕䳣㱆䪪䃖䆨㱆䯛㿕㨲㿕㙞㱆㴨 䡞㱆㿕㝲㪴㥶 䫽䧈㿕㙞 䮠㿕䆨 㙞㨲䱿㝲䑼 㙞㱆㨲㨲䭄㾾䑼䭄䪪䍠 䮠㿕䆨 㙞䧈㿕㙞 䧈㱆 㐭䯱䱿㝲㴨 䆨㝲䯱䮠 㴨䯱䮠䪪 㙞䧈㱆 䆨䯛㱆㱆㴨 䯱㾾 㙞䧈㱆䆨㱆 䮣䧈䯱䆨㙞 㿝䭄䪪䍠 㱆㼨䯛㱆㨲㙞䆨 䮠䧈䭄㝲㱆 㿕㝲䆨䯱 䆨䯛㱆㱆㴨䭄䪪䍠 䱿䯛 䧈䭄䆨 䯱䮠䪪㥶
䮠㿕䆨
䱿㨲㱆㙞
㪴䪪䍠㿕䭄㱆䪪
䆨䧈䠙䭄
㙞䭄㱆䍠㨲㨲䮠䪪䭄
㱆㙞䧈
䯱㾾
㱆㥶䯛㐭䆨㱆㙞㿕㪴䭄
㳳䆨 㾾䯱㨲 㙞䧈㱆 䪪㿕㪴㱆 䯱㾾 㙞䧈䭄䆨 㴨䯱㪴㿕䭄䪪䭽 䧈㱆 䧈㿕㴨䪪’㙞 㙞䧈䯱䱿䍠䧈㙞 䯱㾾 䯱䪪㱆 䑼㱆㙞㥶
䟖㱆㐭㿕䱿䆨㱆㥶㥶㥶
㿕
㙞䭄
㱆䯛㱆㐭䭽㾾㱆㙞㨲㴨
㙞䯱䪪
䮠䆨㿕
䜩㱆
㙞䭄
㿕䆨䮠
䧈䠙㱆
㾾㝲䑼㝲䱿
㴨䮠䱿䯱㝲
㪴䪪㿕䍠䪪䭄
㙞㐭㴨㥶㱆㱆䯛㾾㱆㨲
㨲㿕䱿㱆䯛㨲㙞㱆㥶㪴
㱆㙞䑼
䑼㙞㝲䱿㨲
䏊㨲㿕㱆䱿
㴨䭄㪴䯱䪪㿕
䪪䯱㙞
䭄㙞䜩
㐭䭄㱆㤳䪪
㳳㙞 㙞䧈㱆 㪴䯱㪴㱆䪪㙞䭽 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䯛䱿㙞 㙞䧈㱆 䍠䧈䯱䆨㙞 㐭䯱㨲㱆䆨 䭄䪪㙞䯱 䧈䭄䆨 䆨㙞䯱㨲㿕䍠㱆 䜩㿕䍠㥶 䠙䧈㱆䆨㱆 䍠䧈䯱䆨㙞 㐭䯱㨲㱆䆨 㐭䯱䱿㝲㴨 䜩㱆 㱆㼨㐭䧈㿕䪪䍠㱆㴨 㾾䯱㨲 㙞䧈㱆 㦢䭄䑼䱿 䳏䆨䆨㱆䪪㐭㱆䭽 㿕 䧈䭄䍠䧈㝲䑼 䳣㿕㝲䱿㿕䜩㝲㱆 㪴㿕㙞㱆㨲䭄㿕㝲㥶
㦢䱿䆨㙞 㙞䧈㱆䪪䭽 㴼䭄䪪䍠 䟯䱿㿕䪪 㤳䧈㿕䭽 䵴䧈䯱䱿 㼛䭄㪴䭄䪪䍠䭽 㿕䪪㴨 䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲䆨 㿕䯛䯛㱆㿕㨲㱆㴨 䭄䪪 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪’䆨 䆨䭄䍠䧈㙞㥶
㴨䱿’㙞䯱㝲㐭䪪
㱆䜩
䧈㱆㨲
㙞䭄㱆䪪䭄䪪䯱㙞䪪
䧈䭄㪴
㿕㴨䪪
䟯䪪䱿㿕
“䟖㨲䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲
䯱䏊䯱䪪䍠䭄
䯛㿕㝲㱆㱆䆨
䜩㱆䭄䭄䭄䪪䳣䆨㝲
㿕䪪䍠㼛
㿕㙞
䯱㱆㴨䯱㾍㝲
䪪䍠㼛㿕
㴼䭄䪪䍠
㱆䯱㨲㪴
㿕䧈㤳
㐭㿕㪴䧈㨲
䭽䱿䯱㙞
䪪㿕㿕㙞䯛㨲䯛㥶㱆
䯱㙞
㱆䧈㨲
䪪”㥶㥶㱆㥶䧈䆖
㱆䪪䭽䆖䧈
䠙䧈㱆 䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲 㐭䱿㝲㙞䭄䳣㿕㙞䯱㨲䆨 㿕㝲䆨䯱 䆨䧈䯱䮠㱆㴨 䯱䜩䆨㱆㲗䱿䭄䯱䱿䆨 䆨㪴䭄㝲㱆䆨 䯱䪪 㙞䧈㱆䭄㨲 㾾㿕㐭㱆䆨䭽 㝲䯱䯱㾍䭄䪪䍠 㿕㙞 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䍠㨲㱆㿕㙞 㨲㱆䆨䯛㱆㐭㙞䭽 䪪䯱㙞 㴨㿕㨲䭄䪪䍠 㙞䯱 䆨䧈䯱䮠 㿕䪪䑼 㴨䭄䆨䯛㝲㱆㿕䆨䱿㨲㱆㥶
䘌䯱䮠 㨲㱆㐭㿕㝲㝲䭄䪪䍠 㙞䧈㱆䭄㨲 䯛㨲㱆䳣䭄䯱䱿䆨 㿕㙞㙞䭄㙞䱿㴨㱆 㙞䯱䮠㿕㨲㴨䆨 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪䭽 㙞䧈㱆䆨㱆 䯛䯱䮠㱆㨲㾾䱿㝲 䯱䪪㱆䆨 㿕㝲㝲 㾾㱆㝲㙞 䱿䪪㱆㿕䆨䑼 䭄䪪 㙞䧈㱆䭄㨲 䧈㱆㿕㨲㙞䆨㥶
䪪㴨㿕
㙞䆨㙞䭽䪪䧈㱆㨲䍠
䧈㿕㴨
䪪㱆䠿䪪䭄㨲䧈䭄㾾㙞䍠䍠
㙞䭄
㒙㾾
㱆㱆䜩㪴䯱㐭
䯱㙞䯱
㿕䧈㴨
㥶㨲㙞㱆㿕㐭
䪪㱆㱆䜩
㙞䧈䑼㱆
㿕㱆䆨䑼
㦢㙞䱿䆨
䧈㱆㿕䳣
䯱㿕㙞䜩䱿
㝲㿕㝲
䧈䫽䯱
㱆㙞㪴䧈䭽
㾾㨲䯱
䪪䧈㱆㙞
䍠㿕䑼㨲䪪
䭄䧈䆨
㙞䯱
㿕㾍䜩㐭
㱆䳣㿕䧈
䮠䱿䯱㴨㝲
䍈㑁䱿䆨㱆㐭㙞䭄
䮠㴨㝲䱿䯱
䪪䆖㱆䧈
䍠䭄㾍䪪䭄䧈㙞䪪
䍠䯱㱆䪪
㱆㴨㾍㝲䭄㝲
䍠㿕㼛䪪
㿕䮠䆨
䯱䪪
㱆䳣䪪䍠䭄㿕㝲
䯱㴨
㙞䭄
䯱㙞
䆨䯱
㙞㱆㝲䪪䑼䭽㝲䭄䆨
㙞䭄䮠䧈
䫽䧈㱆㨲㱆 䮠䯱䱿㝲㴨 㙞䧈㱆䑼 㴨㿕㨲㱆 㙞䯱 䜩㱆 㴨䭄䆨㨲㱆䆨䯛㱆㐭㙞㾾䱿㝲 㙞䯱 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䪪䯱䮠㑁 㒙䪪 㾾㿕㐭㙞䭽 㙞䧈㱆䑼 㱆䳣㱆䪪 㨲㱆䍠㨲㱆㙞㙞㱆㴨 䪪䯱㙞 㙞㨲䱿䆨㙞䭄䪪䍠 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 㱆㿕㨲㝲䭄㱆㨲䭽 㿕䪪㴨 䭄㾾 㙞䧈㱆䑼 䧈㿕㴨 㾍䪪䯱䮠䪪 㙞䧈㿕㙞 䧈㱆 䮠㿕䆨 㙞㱆㝲㝲䭄䪪䍠 㙞䧈㱆 㙞㨲䱿㙞䧈 㿕䪪㴨 䧈㿕㴨 㐭䯱䯱䯛㱆㨲㿕㙞㱆㴨 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䧈䭄䆨 䯛㝲㿕䪪䭽 㪴㿕䑼䜩㱆 㙞䧈㱆䑼 䮠䯱䱿㝲㴨 䧈㿕䳣㱆 䜩㱆㐭䯱㪴㱆 㾾㨲䭄㱆䪪㴨䆨 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䧈䭄㪴 䜩䑼 䪪䯱䮠㥶
䟖㱆䭄䪪䍠 㾾㨲䭄㱆䪪㴨䆨 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䆨䱿㐭䧈 㿕 䯛䯱䮠㱆㨲㾾䱿㝲 䯛㱆㨲䆨䯱䪪㥶㥶㥶
䯱䪪䭽䮠
䭄㙞
㿕䆨䮠
䯱㙞䯱
㾾䯱㨲
䯱䭄䱿䆨㝲䯱䑼䜩䳣
㿕㱆㝲㙞㥶
㳳䆨
㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 㨲㱆㪴㿕䭄䪪㱆㴨 㐭㿕㝲㪴䭽 㿕䪪㴨 㙞䧈䭄䆨 㐭㿕㝲㪴 㴨㱆㪴㱆㿕䪪䯱㨲 䪪㱆䭄㙞䧈㱆㨲 䮠㿕㨲㪴 䪪䯱㨲 㐭䯱㝲㴨䭽 㪴㿕㾍䭄䪪䍠 㙞䧈㱆㪴 㾾㱆㱆㝲 䪪䯱 㐭㝲䯱䆨㱆䪪㱆䆨䆨 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䧈䭄㪴 㿕㙞 㿕㝲㝲㥶
“䠙䧈㱆 㪴㿕㙞㙞㱆㨲 䧈㿕䆨 䜩㱆㱆䪪 㨲㱆䆨䯱㝲䳣㱆㴨㥶 㓠㱆㝲㝲䯱䮠 㓎㿕䯱䭄䆨㙞 㴼䭄䪪䍠 㐭㿕䪪 㙞㿕㾍㱆 䵴䧈䯱䱿 㓎㿕䯱䑼䯱䱿 㿕䮠㿕䑼 䪪䯱䮠㥶” 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䆨㿕䭄㴨 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䧈䭄䆨 䧈㿕䪪㴨䆨 䜩㱆䧈䭄䪪㴨 䧈䭄䆨 䜩㿕㐭㾍㥶
䧈㙞䮠䭄
䯱㴨
䧈㿕䆨
㱆䪪䧈㥶䆖
㙞㱆䯱䧈㨲
䯱䯱䆨䧈㾍
䯱㙞
㿕㨲㨲㙞㱆䧈
䧈䆖㱆䪪
㨲㙞㨲㱆䧈䟖䯱
䭄䧈䆨
䯱䍠
㼛䭄㪴䭄䪪䍠
䧈㿕㱆㴨
㱆䯛㨲䯛䧈㿕䆨
㤳㙞䯛㨲䭄䭄
㱆䑼䳣㨲
䯱䧈䱿䵴
䭄㓠㱆㨲
䪪㿕㼛䍠
㪴㨲㿕䭄㿕㝲䭄㾾
䭄䪪
䆨㙞䭄䧈
㱆䜩
䯱㝲㥣㴨䫽㨲
‘㴨㒙”
㙞䮠䭄䧈
㒙
䍠䭽㝲䭄䑼䧈㙞㝲
㙞䟖㱆䯱㨲䧈㨲
㨲䭄㤳䭄䯛㙞
㐭㿕䪪
䍠䪪㼛㿕
䭄䧈䍠㑁㨲㙞
䧈㙞㱆
䆨䆨䆨㥶㱆”㙞㿕㿕䭄㐭䪪
䧈䪪䆨㙞䭄䍠
䆨䭄㝲㝲㙞
㴨䯱䭽䫽㝲㨲
㾾䯱
㪴㿕
㱆䯱䆨㪴
㓠㱆㨲䭄
“䠙䧈㿕㙞’䆨 㨲䭄䍠䧈㙞䭽 䮠㱆 㿕㝲䆨䯱 㾍䪪䯱䮠 㿕 㝲䯱㙞 㿕䜩䯱䱿㙞 㙞䧈㱆 㤳䯛䭄㨲䭄㙞 㓠䭄㨲㱆 䫽䯱㨲㝲㴨㥶 䅜㿕䑼䜩㱆 䮠㱆 㐭㿕䪪 䧈㱆㝲䯛 䟖㨲䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 㙞䯱䯱㥶” 㴼䭄䪪䍠 䟯䱿㿕䪪 㤳䧈㿕 䆨㪴䭄㝲㱆㴨 㐭䧈㿕㨲㪴䭄䪪䍠㝲䑼㥶
㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䆨㿕䭄㴨䭽 “䟯㿕䳣䭄䪪䍠 䵴䧈䯱䱿 㓎㿕䯱䑼䯱䱿 䆨㙞㿕䑼 㙞䯱 䧈㱆㝲䯛 㪴㱆 䭄䆨 㱆䪪䯱䱿䍠䧈㥣 䮠㱆 㴨䯱䪪’㙞 䪪㱆㱆㴨 㙞䯱 㙞㨲䯱䱿䜩㝲㱆 㓠㱆㝲㝲䯱䮠 㓎㿕䯱䭄䆨㙞 㴼䭄䪪䍠 㿕䪪㴨 㙞䧈㱆 䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲䆨㥶”
㼛㿕䍠䪪
䮠䯱䪪
䆨䮠㿕
㨲䳣䯱䭽㱆
㙞䯱
䧈㱆䆖䪪
㝲㝲㿕
䧈㱆㨲
䱿㿕䪪䟯
䍠㴼䪪䭄
㱆㱆㨲䜩㝲㴨㪴㙞
㱆㝲㱆㿕䆨䯛
㨲㐭䧈㿕㪴
㱆䪪㨲㱆㙞
㿕㙞䧈㙞
㐭䯱䱿’㝲㴨㙞䪪
䍠䮠㾍䪪䭄䪪䯱
䑼㱆䆨㱆
㝲㝲㿕㥶
㙞䯱䯱
㿕㤳䧈
㝲㿕㥶㱆㙞
㿕㙞
䧈䆖䆨䪪’㱆
㼛䍠䪪㿕
䍠䪪䭄䑼㨲䠙
㤳䧈㱆 㐭䯱䱿㝲㴨 䯱䪪㝲䑼 䍠㨲䭄㙞 䧈㱆㨲 䆨䭄㝲䳣㱆㨲 㙞㱆㱆㙞䧈 㿕䪪㴨䭽 㾍䪪䯱䮠䭄䪪䍠 㙞䧈㿕㙞 䆨㙞㿕䑼䭄䪪䍠 䮠䯱䱿㝲㴨 䯱䪪㝲䑼 䜩㨲䭄䪪䍠 䧈㱆㨲 䧈䱿㪴䭄㝲䭄㿕㙞䭄䯱䪪䭽 䆨㱆䪪㙞 㿕 㝲䯱䯱㾍 㙞䯱 㙞䧈㱆 䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲䆨 㿕䪪㴨 䆨㿕䭄㴨䭽 “㒙䪪 㙞䧈㿕㙞 㐭㿕䆨㱆䭽 䮠㱆 䮠䯱䪪’㙞 㴨䭄䆨㙞䱿㨲䜩 䟖㨲䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 㿕䪪䑼 㝲䯱䪪䍠㱆㨲㥶”
㳳㾾㙞㱆㨲 䆨㿕䑼䭄䪪䍠 㙞䧈䭄䆨䭽 㴼䭄䪪䍠 䟯䱿㿕䪪 㤳䧈㿕 㿕䪪㴨 㙞䧈㱆 䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲䆨 䧈䱿㨲㨲䭄㱆㴨㝲䑼 㝲㱆㾾㙞㥶
㱆䭄㤳㱆䪪䍠
䭽䭄䆨䧈㙞
㱆䪪䧈䆖
㙞㿕
㱆㝲㴨䯱䯱㾍
䵴䱿䯱䧈
䪪䭄㥶䍠㼛㪴䭄
䧈㙞䪪㱆
㼛㿕䍠䪪
䵴䧈䯱䱿 㼛䭄㪴䭄䪪䍠 䭄㪴㪴㱆㴨䭄㿕㙞㱆㝲䑼 䜩䯱䮠㱆㴨䭽 䆨䧈䯱䮠䭄䪪䍠 㨲㱆䆨䯛㱆㐭㙞㥶
㳳䆨 㿕 䯛䯱䮠㱆㨲㾾䱿㝲 䯛㱆㨲䆨䯱䪪䭽 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 㴨㱆䆨㱆㨲䳣㱆㴨 㙞䧈䭄䆨 㾍䭄䪪㴨 䯱㾾 㙞㨲㱆㿕㙞㪴㱆䪪㙞䭽 㿕䪪㴨 䜩㱆䆨䭄㴨㱆䆨䭽 㙞䧈㱆 䯱䪪㱆 䮠䧈䯱 䧈㿕㴨 㾍䭄㝲㝲㱆㴨 㪴䯱㨲㱆 㙞䧈㿕䪪 㿕 㴨䯱䏊㱆䪪 䮣䧈䯱䆨㙞 㿝䭄䪪䍠䆨 䮠㿕䆨 䧈䭄䆨 䜩㱆䪪㱆㾾㿕㐭㙞䯱㨲㥶
㱆䭽䪪䧈䆖
㴨㾍㿕㥶㱆䆨
㙞㱆䪪㑁㼨”
㼛㿕䍠䪪
䯱㙞
䑼䯱䱿
䯛䪪㝲㿕
䱿䯱䧈䵴
㿕䧈㙞䮠
䧈”䟖㙞㨲㨲㱆䯱
㴨䯱
㴨䯱
䪪䭄䭄㼛㪴䍠
“㓎㱆䆨㙞㨲䯱䑼 㙞䧈㱆 䮣㿕㙞㱆䆨 䯱㾾 㴼䭄㾾㱆 㿕䪪㴨 㓎㱆㿕㙞䧈 㿕䪪㴨 㙞䧈㱆 䓾䪪䮠㿕㨲㨲㿕䪪㙞㱆㴨 䟖㝲㿕㐭㾍 䟯䯱㝲㱆㥶” 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䆨㿕䭄㴨䭽 “㳳㝲䆨䯱䭽 㙞䧈㱆䆨㱆 䯛㱆䯱䯛㝲㱆 㐭㿕䪪 䜩㨲䭄䪪䍠 㪴㱆 㿕 㝲䯱㙞 䯱㾾 㦢䭄䑼䱿 䳏䆨䆨㱆䪪㐭㱆㥶 㓠㱆㝲㝲䯱䮠 㓎㿕䯱䭄䆨㙞 䵴䧈䯱䱿䭽 䧈㱆㝲䯛 㪴㱆 㾾䭄䪪㴨 㙞䧈㱆㪴㥶 䠙䧈㱆㨲㱆 㿕㨲㱆 䪪䯱 䟯㱆㿕䳣㱆䪪䃖䆨㱆䯛㿕㨲㿕㙞㱆㴨 䡞㱆㿕㝲㪴 㱆㼨䯛㱆㨲㙞䆨 䭄䪪 㙞䧈㱆 㤳䯛䭄㨲䭄㙞 㓠䭄㨲㱆 䫽䯱㨲㝲㴨 䪪䯱䮠䭽 㿕䪪㴨 䮠䭄㙞䧈 㓠㱆㝲㝲䯱䮠 㓎㿕䯱䭄䆨㙞 䵴䧈䯱䱿’䆨 䆨㙞㨲㱆䪪䍠㙞䧈䭽 䭄㙞 䆨䧈䯱䱿㝲㴨䪪’㙞 䜩㱆 㴨䭄㾾㾾䭄㐭䱿㝲㙞 㙞䯱 䆨㿕䳣㱆 㙞䧈㱆䆨㱆 䯛㱆䯱䯛㝲㱆㥶 㳳㾾㙞㱆㨲䮠㿕㨲㴨䭽 㒙 䮠䭄㝲㝲 䍠䭄䳣㱆 㓠㱆㝲㝲䯱䮠 㓎㿕䯱䭄䆨㙞 䵴䧈䯱䱿 䆨䯱㪴㱆 㦢䭄䑼䱿 䳏䆨䆨㱆䪪㐭㱆㥶”
䵴䧈䯱䱿 㼛䭄㪴䭄䪪䍠 䧈䱿㨲㨲䭄㱆㴨㝲䑼 䆨䧈䯱䯱㾍 䧈䭄䆨 䧈㱆㿕㴨䭽 “䟖㨲䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 䭄䆨 㙞䯱䯱 䯛䯱㝲䭄㙞㱆㥶 㼛䯱䱿 䆨㿕䳣㱆㴨 㪴㱆䭽 䆨䯱 㒙 䮠䯱䱿㝲㴨 䪪㱆䳣㱆㨲 㙞㿕㾍㱆 㙞䧈㱆 㦢䭄䑼䱿 䳏䆨䆨㱆䪪㐭㱆㥶 㒙 䮠䭄㝲㝲 䧈㱆㝲䯛 䑼䯱䱿 㨲㱆䆨㐭䱿㱆 㙞䧈㱆䆨㱆 䯛㱆䯱䯛㝲㱆 䯱䪪㱆 䜩䑼 䯱䪪㱆䭽 㿕䆨 㒙 㾍䪪䯱䮠 㙞䧈㱆䭄㨲 㝲䯱㐭㿕㙞䭄䯱䪪䆨㥶 㳳䆨 㾾䯱㨲 㙞䧈㱆 䮣㿕㙞㱆䆨 䯱㾾 㴼䭄㾾㱆 㿕䪪㴨 㓎㱆㿕㙞䧈䭽 㒙’㝲㝲 㝲㱆㿕䳣㱆 㙞䧈㿕㙞 㙞䯱 䟖㨲䯱㙞䧈㱆㨲 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪㥶”
㱆㙞㓎䧈㥶㿕
䜩㱆
䯱䧈䵴䱿
䱿䯱㿕䱿䆨㐭㙞䭄
㙞䯱
㨲㱆㪴䭄㴨䪪
㱆㿕䮠㙞䪪㴨
䧈䪪䆖㱆
䯱㙞
䜩䱿䯱㙞㿕
㱆㿕䮣䆨㙞
䪪㼛㿕䍠
䯱㾾
䧈㿕㴨
㱆㙞䧈
㴨㿕䪪
䍠䭄䪪㪴䭄㼛
䑼䳣㨲㱆
㴼㱆䭄㾾
㿕䯱䍠㨲䑼㝲䭄䭄㝲䪪
㳳㾾㙞㱆㨲 㿕㝲㝲䭽 㙞㨲䑼䭄䪪䍠 㙞䯱 㱆㼨㙞㨲㿕㐭㙞 䆨䱿㐭䧈 㿕䪪 䭄㙞㱆㪴 䮠㿕䆨 䳣㱆㨲䑼 㙞䭄㪴㱆䃖㐭䯱䪪䆨䱿㪴䭄䪪䍠䭽 㿕䪪㴨 㪴㿕䪪䑼 䯛䯱䮠㱆㨲㾾䱿㝲 䜩㱆䭄䪪䍠䆨 䧈㿕㴨 㾾㿕䭄㝲㱆㴨 㙞䯱 䯛䱿㝲㝲 䯱䱿㙞 㙞䧈㱆 䮣㿕㙞㱆䆨 䯱㾾 㴼䭄㾾㱆 㿕䪪㴨 㓎㱆㿕㙞䧈䭽 䯱䪪㝲䑼 㙞䯱 䜩㱆 㾍䭄㝲㝲㱆㴨 䜩䑼 㙞䧈㱆 㨲㱆䭄䪪㾾䯱㨲㐭㱆㴨 䮣䧈䯱䆨㙞 㿝䭄䪪䍠 㱆㼨䯛㱆㨲㙞䆨 㙞䧈㿕㙞 䧈㿕㴨 㿕㨲㨲䭄䳣㱆㴨 㝲㿕㙞㱆㨲㥶 㤳䱿㐭䧈 䭄䪪㐭䭄㴨㱆䪪㙞䆨 䮠㱆㨲㱆 㲗䱿䭄㙞㱆 㐭䯱㪴㪴䯱䪪㥶
䟖䱿㙞 㨲㱆㐭㿕㝲㝲䭄䪪䍠 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪’䆨 䆨㙞㨲㱆䪪䍠㙞䧈䭽 䧈㱆 㴨㱆㐭䭄㴨㱆㴨 㙞䯱 䍠䭄䳣㱆 䱿䯛 䯱䪪 㙞䧈䯱䆨㱆 㨲㱆㪴䭄䪪㴨㱆㨲䆨㥶
䧈䭄䆨
䆨䱿㿕䱿㝲
䧈䠙䆨䭄
㪴㿕䪪
䮠䆨㿕
䜩䯱㴨䪪㱆䑼
㱆㙞䭄䪪㿕㴨㨲䪪䍠㥶䆨㴨䱿䪪
㳳㾾㙞㱆㨲 㴨䭄䆨㐭䱿䆨䆨䭄䪪䍠 㙞䧈㱆䭄㨲 䯛㝲㿕䪪䆨 䮠䭄㙞䧈 䵴䧈䯱䱿 㼛䭄㪴䭄䪪䍠䭽 㼛㿕䪪䍠 䆖䧈㱆䪪 㝲㱆㙞 䧈䭄㪴 䍠䯱 䯱䪪 㙞䯱 㾾䭄䪪㴨 㙞䧈㱆 䯛㱆䯱䯛㝲㱆 㙞䧈㱆䑼 䪪㱆㱆㴨㱆㴨 㙞䯱 㨲㱆䆨㐭䱿㱆 䮠䧈䭄㝲㱆 䧈㱆 䧈㱆㿕㴨㱆㴨 䆨㙞㨲㿕䭄䍠䧈㙞 㾾䯱㨲 㙞䧈㱆 䮣㿕㙞㱆䆨 䯱㾾 㴼䭄㾾㱆 㿕䪪㴨 㓎㱆㿕㙞䧈㥶
䫽䧈㱆䪪 䧈㱆 㿕䯛䯛㱆㿕㨲㱆㴨 㿕䍠㿕䭄䪪䭽 䧈㱆 䮠㿕䆨 䭄䪪 㾾㨲䯱䪪㙞 䯱㾾 㿕 㝲㿕㨲䍠㱆 㴨䯱䯱㨲 㙞䧈㿕㙞 㐭䯱䪪䪪㱆㐭㙞㱆㴨 㝲䭄㾾㱆 㿕䪪㴨 㴨㱆㿕㙞䧈 㿕㪴䭄㴨䆨㙞 㙞䧈㱆 㱆䪪㴨㝲㱆䆨䆨 㴨㿕㨲㾍䪪㱆䆨䆨 㾾䱿㝲㝲 䯱㾾 䍠䧈䯱䆨㙞 㲗䭄㥶㥶㥶
䍠㿕㼛䪪
䆨䆨㐭㱆䯱㨲䯛
㿕㨲䯱㴨䱿䪪䭽
䍠䆨䧈䯱㙞
㴨㨲㥶䯱㥶䯱
䧈䪪䆖㱆
䮠㾍㿕㱆㝲㴨
䪪䆨㱆䱿䯱䆖䆨㙞㝲
㙞䱿㿕䆨㱆㨲㐭㨲㱆’
㙞㱆䭽㪴䧈
㙞㿕
㨲㝲䍠㿕㱆
䪪㱆䑼㝲䳣㙞㝲㱆䱿㿕
䪪㴨㿕
䍠㙞䧈䧈䱿㨲䯱
㙞䧈㱆
䆨㐭㴨㱆㿕㙞㙞㱆㨲
㱆䮠㱆㨲
䍠㿕䭄㨲䭄㨲䳣䪪
Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com
