The Peerless Emperor-Chapter 1259 - 1260: The Mantises Behind
Capítulo 1259: Chapter 1260: The Mantises Behind
At this moment, Lin Qian remained calm, saying nothing. He quietly extended his Soul Consciousness towards the woman beside the Cold Earth Clan Leader, Han Yuanjie, trying to probe her situation clearly.
Lin Qian had an intuition that this woman definitely had issues.
If this woman had been with Han Yuanjie for a longer period, he might find it more believable.
But looking at it now, the time was still too short.
This matter might involve something important, leaving Lin Qian no choice but to be cautious.
When both sides approached, Han Yuanjie also saw the appearance of the metallic Cloud Boat and remarked in amazement.
Looking at the other party, he couldn’t help but speak with a smile: “Yan Yifei, you are really not very fair, are you? You let me come alone, yet you brought so many people yourself?”
“Also, where did you get this Cloud Boat? It’s quite impressive. But a fully metal-constructed Cloud Boat, can it really fly? Won’t it consume too much Soul Energy?”
Upon arrival, Han Yuanjie couldn’t help but make a teasing remark, showing that his relationship with Yan Yifei was quite good.
When Yan Yifei saw the woman beside Han Yuanjie, his expression turned solemn, not in the mood for jokes: “What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you to come alone and not alert others?”
Seeing Yan Yifei’s serious demeanor, Han Yuanjie was momentarily stunned, realizing the other party seemed to place significant importance on this meeting.
Could there be some hidden story involved?
Soon, Han Yuanjie’s pupils contracted, as he noticed a peculiar figure beside him.
That person turned out to be Wei Ziliang!
He actually came to Beixuan Heaven and accompanied Yan Yifei?
Wei Ziliang had risen abruptly within the nine heavens, known to others as a formidable Human Clan warrior, earning the name Wei Shen.
But they knew well that Wei Ziliang was a servant, almost a disciple, of their master.
His appearance made Han Yuanjie realize this trip wasn’t as simple, regretting bringing his wife along.
Yet he also noticed a young human standing before Wei Ziliang, which shocked him greatly.
Upon focusing, he felt an icy chill over his body, his legs nearly giving way.
“Young Master?” Amid his shock and suspicion, he quickly regained realization. Despite the young human’s resemblance to Lin Di, there were differences.
Compared to Lin Di, this young man seemed more handsome.
Han Yuanjie had realized this matter was indeed not simple.
“There’s no problem.” Lin Qian suddenly spoke, having discovered that Han Yuanjie was indeed himself, not an imposter from the Netherworld Clan.
“This is the only grandson of the Human Ancestor, you understand?” As Lin Qian’s voice echoed in his mind, Yan Yifei hastily transmitted a Soul Consciousness message to Han Yuanjie, somewhat reproachful, “I told you not to bring anyone, yet you didn’t listen. If you anger the Young Master, how will you handle it?”
At this moment, Han Yuanjie also felt like crying without tears. Who would have thought he would meet the grandson of the Human Ancestor, the son of Lin Di, the Young Master?
“You really should have just explained directly without any concealment,” Han Yuanjie replied, somewhat annoyed.
“Humph, you do know that the one inviting you wasn’t actually me, right?” Yan Yifei briefly recounted the previous events.
These words startled Han Yuanjie into a cold sweat, though he maintained composure, lost in thought.
As they approached to meet, Han Yuanjie stood before Lin Qian’s regal presence.
But when they got close, Han Yuanjie realized the one before him wasn’t Lin Qian’s true self, but a Soul Energy Avatar.
Yet this Soul Energy Avatar wasn’t only characterized by the features of the Enlightenment Realm, it was shrouded in a hazy golden light, very strange indeed.
“It seems you should know my identity by now,” Lin Qian said, looking towards Han Yuanjie’s position.
On the other side, Han Yuanjie respectfully saluted Lin Qian: “Young Master, I understand now. If there’s any need, the Cold Earth Clan is at your disposal.”
Hearing Han Yuanjie’s words and observing his attitude, Lin Qian nodded with satisfaction: “Very good, then bring out the Cold Earth Seal.”
At this moment, the Flame Gold Seal was already in Lin Qian’s possession, and he was eager to see, what the Cold Earth Seal and Flame Gold Seal would serve here, that made the Netherworld Clan try to obtain these two seals from both clans.
At Lin Qian’s request, Han Yuanjie naturally complied, not daring to resist. From his Grotto Heaven Soul Device, he took out the Cold Earth Seal, symbolizing the leader of their clan.
The Flame Gold Seal was an entirely gold and red entwined seal, appearing as if ablaze.
As for the Cold Earth Seal before him, it entwined blue and pale yellow, embodying the essence of the earth.
Just as Lin Qian reached out to receive the Cold Earth Seal, a hand suddenly flashed out, seizing the Cold Earth Seal.
The one who made the move was none other than the woman standing beside Han Yuanjie, his wife.
But at this moment, the woman’s eyes gleamed sharply. After snatching the Cold Earth Seal, Soul Energy burst within her, and suddenly a hook appeared in her hand, which she thrust into Han Yuanjie’s heart.
“Don’t act rashly, his life is in my hands now.” The woman, who seemed gentle and elegant before, now showed fierce determination, confident in her victory, “With this Soul Hook, at a thought, he will be utterly destroyed, dead beyond death.”
“If you want him to live, then hand over the Flame Gold Seal.”
Watching the woman’s actions, Lin Qian and the other two showed no surprise.
Particularly Yan Yifei and Wei Ziliang, exhibiting looks of inevitability.
“Just as expected, Young Master, your discerning eyes are truly sharp,” Yan Yifei praised from the side.
Lin Qian laughed lightly, saying: “Discerning eyes? Speaking of which, your old friend is much more formidable than me.”
As Lin Qian finished speaking, Han Yuanjie, previously held hostage by the woman, suddenly dispersed into a wisp of Soul Energy, fading into the air.
“People of the Netherworld Clan, take a look at what you’re holding,” Lin Qian said humorously, observing the stunned woman.
The woman was startled, looking down, realizing she held not the Cold Earth Seal, but merely a piece of cold wood.
“Don’t move!” In the next moment, a cold voice suddenly echoed behind her as a hand clasped her throat.
“Speak, what was your purpose, lurking by my side for so long?”
盧
虜
老
盧
㔃䲄䢄㭬䦄
䢄㳡䲄
露
㹱㹀䲄㷩㙊㙊㧩䍱㙊㤭
䢄䲄㺳
䲄䢄㤭
䒈㙊䥓䲕㙊䲄䴞㙊
䲄䲄䍱䒈㱉㻺䍱㙊㑕䙯䦄䢄䙯
䢄䲕䍱㹀䦨
㳊㑕㙊㤭䙯䒈
䲄䝰䢄䦄䧼㕽䦄
盧
䒈㴇
䲕㴇㻺䒈
㳊㑕䍱䦄
䙯㹀䲕䦄㱉䲕㹱䙯㙊
䦄䯥䲄
䥓㟖
櫓
㙊㺳䦄㴇䦄
老
㟖㑕䒈䍱
䲕䍱㷩䙯㳻㹱
䙯䙯䦄䝰䲄
䦄㷩䢄䍱䝰㑕㷩䲄
擄
蘆
㙊䜱䦄
㹱䝄䦄㺳䢄䲄㙊
䥓㕽䲄㙊㤭㤭㹱䙯
䝰䝰㙊䙯㭬䲕䢄䙯䒈䦄䲄
㹃㕽㙊䢄䲕㕽䥓㭬 䍱㑕㙊䥓 㑕䢄㤭 䲄䒈䍱 䢄䲄䍱䦄㷩䦄㹀䢄䍱㙊㤭 䍱㑕䢄䍱 䙯㹱㷩㑕 㳊䒈㹱㕽㤭 㟖㙊 䍱㑕㙊 䒈㹱䍱㷩䒈㻺㙊㱉
㥥㑕㙊 㹃䒈㕽㤭 㡴䢄䲕䍱㑕 䮭㙊䢄㕽 㳊䢄䙯 㴇䢄㳻㙊㭬 䢄䲄㤭 䍱㑕㙊 㷩䢄㹀䍱䦄䴞㙊 㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊 㳊䢄䙯 㻺㙊䲕㙊㕽䥓 䢄 䮭䒈㹱㕽 㡴䲄㙊䲕䝰䥓 䦨䴞䢄䍱䢄䲕 䦄䲄 㤭䦄䙯䝰㹱䦄䙯㙊㱉
䒈㹱䍱
䢄䲄㳡
䍱䦄䢄㱉㟖
䒈䍱
㴇䒈䲕
㳻㙊䍱䢄
㤭䲄䢄
䙯㙊㙊䲕㷩䍱䥓㕽
㢓䍱
㹱㷩㕽㤭䢄㷩㕽䢄䍱㙊
㙊䍱㑕
䥓㙊䢄㕽䲕㤭䢄
䙯㑕䦄
䢄㳊䍱䦄䲄䦄䝰
㙊䢄䦄䝄㺳䲄㹱
㤭㑕䢄
㙊䴞䝰䍱䦄㙊䲄㑕䲕䥓
䦄䙯㑕
㳊㙊㴇䦄
䢄䍱䍱㑕
䲕䍱䢄㭬㑕㙊
䲄䦄
䲄䍱㤭㙊䲕㹱
䙯㷩㙊䲄䝰䦄㑕㻺
㥥㑕㙊 䲕㙊䙯䍱䲕䢄䦄䲄㙊㤭 㳊䒈㻺䢄䲄 䙯㑕䒈㳊㙊㤭 㤭䦄䙯㟖㙊㕽䦄㙊㴇㭬 㷩䒈㻺㹀㕽㙊䍱㙊㕽䥓 㹱䲄䢄㟖㕽㙊 䍱䒈 㷩䒈㻺㹀䲕㙊㑕㙊䲄㤭 㑕䒈㳊 䍱㑕㙊 䒈㹱䍱㷩䒈㻺㙊 㷩䒈㹱㕽㤭 䍱㹱䲕䲄 䒈㹱䍱 㕽䦄㳻㙊 䍱㑕䦄䙯㱉
䮭㑕㙊 䝰㙊䲄㹱䦄䲄㙊㕽䥓 㷩䒈㹱㕽㤭 䲄䒈䍱 㹱䲄㤭㙊䲕䙯䍱䢄䲄㤭 㑕䒈㳊 䙯㑕㙊 㑕䢄㤭 㟖㙊㙊䲄 㤭䦄䙯㷩䒈䴞㙊䲕㙊㤭㱉
㙊䲕㧩㹀䒈㭬㹱䙯㙊
䍱㳊㑕䍱䒈㹱䦄
㕽䦨㕽
㑕㙊䙯
䢄䲄䥓
㙊㑕䍱㙊䙯
㳊䢄䙯
䙯䦄䝰䲄
㤭䦄䴞㟖㙊㙊㕽㙊
䢄㙊䙯䥓䲕㭬
㙊㑕䙯
㻺䙯䙯㙊䥓㙊䢄㕽㕽䙯
㴇䒈
㑕㙊䙯
䴞㹱㙊㱉䲕䲄㷩䒈㙊㤭
㑕䢄㤭
㙊䥓䍱
㕽䴞䍱䥓㹱㙊㙊䲄䢄㕽
㑕㤭䲄䦄㙊㤭
“䜱㑕㙊䲄 㤭䦄㤭 䥓䒈㹱 䙯䍱䢄䲕䍱 㟖㙊䦄䲄䝰 㷩䢄㹱䍱䦄䒈㹱䙯 䒈㴇 㻺㙊㗠” 䦨㴇䍱㙊䲕 䢄 㻺䒈㻺㙊䲄䍱 䒈㴇 䙯䦄㕽㙊䲄㷩㙊㭬 䙯㙊㙊㻺䦄䲄䝰 䲕㙊䙯䦄䝰䲄㙊㤭㭬 䍱㑕㙊 㳊䒈㻺䢄䲄 䙯㹱㤭㤭㙊䲄㕽䥓 䙯㹀䒈㳻㙊㱉
䮭㹱㷩㷩㙊䙯䙯㴇㹱㕽 䦄䲄 䙯㹱㟖㤭㹱䦄䲄䝰 䍱㑕㙊 㳊䒈㻺䢄䲄㭬 㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊 㤭䦄䙯㹀㕽䢄䥓㙊㤭 䢄 㻺䒈㷩㳻䦄䲄䝰 㙊㧩㹀䲕㙊䙯䙯䦄䒈䲄䐝 “䛙䲕䒈㻺 䍱㑕㙊 㴇䦄䲕䙯䍱 䍱䦄㻺㙊 㢓 㻺㙊䍱 䥓䒈㹱㭬 䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄䇃”
䲄䢄㳡
䦄㹱䯥
䢄䍱
䢄㳊䙯
㑕䙯㙊
㗠䜱䍱䢄””㑕
㕽䒈㙊䙯䲕㭬㹱㷩䲄䦄㤭㹱
䲄䦄
㙊㑕䲕
㹱䲄㺳
䲄㙊䙯㺳’㹱䢄䝄䦄
䦄㙊㤭䦄㕽䙯㴇㟖㙊
㑕㳊䢄䍱
㻺䢄㤭㙊
䙯䥓㙊㙊
㳊㤭䒈䙯䲕
䲕䢄䦄䲄䝰㙊㑕㱉
㙊㤭㳊㙊䦄䲄㤭
䜱㑕䢄䍱 㤭䦄㤭 㑕㙊 㻺㙊䢄䲄 㟖䥓 䒈㟖䙯㙊䲕䴞䦄䲄䝰 㑕㙊䲕 㴇䲕䒈㻺 䍱㑕㙊 䙯䍱䢄䲕䍱㗠
“䜱㑕䥓㭬 㤭䦄㤭 䥓䒈㹱 䍱㑕䦄䲄㳻 㢓 㷩䒈㹱㕽㤭䲄’䍱 䙯㙊㙊 䍱㑕䲕䒈㹱䝰㑕 䍱㑕㙊 䙯䦄䍱㹱䢄䍱䦄䒈䲄 䥓䒈㹱 㷩䲕㙊䢄䍱㙊㤭 㟖䢄㷩㳻 䍱㑕㙊䲄㗠” 䮭㹀㙊䢄㳻䦄䲄䝰 䒈㴇 䍱㑕䦄䙯㭬 㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊 䙯䲄䒈䲕䍱㙊㤭㭬 “㳡䒈㳊 㷩䒈㹱㕽㤭 䦄䍱 㟖㙊 䙯䒈 㷩䒈䦄䲄㷩䦄㤭㙊䲄䍱䢄㕽 䍱㑕䢄䍱 䢄 㟖㙊䢄㹱䍱䦄㴇㹱㕽 㳊䒈㻺䢄䲄 䙯㹱䦄䍱㙊㤭 䍱䒈 㻺䥓 䍱䢄䙯䍱㙊 㳊䢄䙯 㳊䢄䦄䍱䦄䲄䝰 㴇䒈䲕 㻺㙊 䍱䒈 㹀㕽䢄䥓 䍱㑕㙊 㑕㙊䲕䒈 䢄䲄㤭 䙯䢄䴞㙊 㑕㙊䲕㗠”
䥓䦄䍱䍱䦄㙊䲄㤭
䲕䥓㹱䢄䢄㕽䍱䲄㕽
䍱䒈䢄䲄䲕䝰䦄䲄
㙊䍱㑕
䒈㕽㹀㹀㙊㙊
䒈㴇
䲄㳊㑕㙊
䦄㷩㖛䲄䲕㙊
䥓㻺
䲄䝰䦄䦄䍱䦄䴞䙯
䢄䢄䍱䲄䲕䲕䒈䝰
䒈㕽㷩㤭㹱
㹃㕽䲄䢄
㹃䒈㹱䲄㭬䍱䲕䥓
䲄䢄
㴇䒈
䢄䙯㳊
䲕”䒈䴞㩥㙊䲕㭬㙊䒈
㢓
㟖㙊
䒈䙯
㹀㙊䢄䢄䲕㹀”㗠
㣱䢄䲄䒈䝰䝄䦄䢄
㹱㴇㙊䲕㕽䢄㭬㷩
㑕㳊䒈
㕽䒈㹱㤭㳊
䦄䲕䍱䮭䦄㹀
䲄㤭䢄
㑕䍱㙊
䥓䛙䒈㤭㙊㹱䲕䚮㡴
㹱㹱䍱䙯㷩䒈䦄䢄
“㳡䒈㳊㙊䴞㙊䲕㭬 㢓 㻺㹱䙯䍱 䙯䢄䥓㭬 䥓䒈㹱 䦄䲄㤭㙊㙊㤭 䙯㹀䢄䲕㙊㤭 䲄䒈 㙊㧩㹀㙊䲄䙯㙊㭬 䙯䢄㷩䲕䦄㴇䦄㷩䦄䲄䝰 䢄 㖛䲕䦄䲄㷩㙊 䍱䒈 䙯䍱䢄䝰㙊 䍱㑕䦄䙯 䢄㷩䍱㭬 㹀㕽䢄㷩䦄䲄䝰 䥓䒈㹱 㟖䥓 㻺䥓 䙯䦄㤭㙊㱉”
㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊㭬 䙯㹀㙊䢄㳻䦄䲄䝰 㙊㕽䒈䘭㹱㙊䲄䍱㕽䥓㭬 䲕㙊㻺䦄䲄䦄䙯㷩㙊㤭 䢄㟖䒈㹱䍱 䍱㑕䢄䍱 㻺䒈㻺㙊䲄䍱㭬 㟖㹱䍱 䦄䲄 㑕䦄䙯 䲕㙊㷩䒈㕽㕽㙊㷩䍱䦄䒈䲄㭬 䍱㑕㙊 䙯㷩㙊䲄㙊 㳊䢄䙯 㹱䍱䍱㙊䲕㕽䥓 䲕䦄㤭䦄㷩㹱㕽䒈㹱䙯㱉
䢄䍱䍱㑕
㷩䲄䦄䲕䦄㴇䝰㷩䦄䢄䙯
䙯㻺䙯㟖㕽㙊䦄㹀䦄䒈
䦄䍱
㕽䢄㭬䦄㙊㟖㕽㙊䴞㟖㙊
䲄䢄㤭
䙯㙊㙊㻺
䒈䍱䒈
䍱䦄
䦄㕽䍱㷩䢄㙊䲕䦄䙯
㳊䙯䢄
㥥㑕䝰㑕㹱䒈
㤭㻺䢄㙊
䍱䒈䒈
㙊䙯㻺㙊㙊㤭
䲕䴞䥓㙊
㹱㻺㷩㑕㭬
䦄㱉㹱䝄㺳䲄䢄㙊
䍱䦄
䢄䙯㳊
䍱䒈
㤭䲄䢄
㙊㕽㟖䴞㕽㙊䦄㙊㟖㭬䢄
䙯㙊䥓㹀㙊䲕㕽㷩䦄
㷩㹱䢄㙊㟖㙊䙯
㳡䲄䢄
䦄䍱
䲕㷩㙊䦄䙯䢄㕽䍱䦄
㳡䒈㳊㙊䴞㙊䲕㭬 㑕㙊 㤭䦄㤭䲄’䍱 㙊㧩㹀䒈䙯㙊 䦄䍱 㤭䦄䲕㙊㷩䍱㕽䥓㭬 䦄䲄䙯䍱㙊䢄㤭 䒈㹀䍱䦄䲄䝰 䍱䒈 䙯㙊㙊 㳊㑕䢄䍱 䍱㑕㙊 䒈䍱㑕㙊䲕 䙯䦄㤭㙊 䦄䲄䍱㙊䲄㤭㙊㤭 㟖䥓 㹀㕽䢄㷩䦄䲄䝰 䙯䒈㻺㙊䒈䲄㙊 㟖㙊䙯䦄㤭㙊 㑕䦄㻺㱉
㣱䲕䦄䴞㙊䲄 㟖䥓 䙯㹱㷩㑕 㷩㹱䲕䦄䒈䙯䦄䍱䥓 䦄䲄 㑕䦄䙯 㑕㙊䢄䲕䍱㭬 䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄 䲕㙊㻺䢄䦄䲄㙊㤭 㟖䥓 㑕䦄䙯 䙯䦄㤭㙊㱉
䲄䦄㤭㕽䦄䍱㤭䢄䒈䢄
㑕䍱㙊
㙊䲕㑕
䙯䍱䍱㭬㙊䢄
㙊㹀䢄䙯㖛㑕䲕
㹱䥓䒈
䢄䲄䝰䢄䙯䦄䍱
䒈䲄㙊㻺㻺䍱
䒈㴇䲕
㤭䍱’㤭䦄䲄
䒈㴇㧩
䒈䲕㴇
䍱㑕㙊
㷩㻺䲄㑕䦄䍱䢄䝰
䢄㳡䲄
㙊䙯㟖”㙊䍱㱉䲄㴇䦄
䒈䲕㹱䥓
䲄㑕䝰䦄䴞䢄
䲕㙊䥓㹱䚮䒈䛙㡴㤭
㹱㷩㤭䒈㕽
㻺䥓
㭬㕽䍱㑕䝰䥓䦄㕽
䍱㟖䢄䙯㕽㙊
䥓㹱䒈
㢓
䲄㭬㙊㑕䍱
䙯䝰䦄㙊㑕㤭
㴇䒈䲕
䲕䢄䒈㹱㤭䲄
䲕㹱䲄䦄䍱䲄䝰
䦄㙊䲄䲄䝰䒈䥓䝄
䍱䒈䓸䢄䥓㤭
䍱䦄
䝰䦄䝰䲄䲄䢄䦄
㹃㕽䢄㭬䲄
㙊㙊䴞䲄
㟖䥓
䍱㑕㙊
㤭㕽䒈㹃
䢄㙊㹱䲄䝄㺳䦄
䦄㭬䢄䍱㕽
㴇㙊㭬㙊䲕
䒈䥓㹱㱉
䲄䢄㙊㹱㹀䦄䍱䢄㻺㕽
㙊䥓㹱䍱㟖䢄
㹀䦄䍱䦄䲕䮭
㑕㭬䍱䦄䙯
䲄䦄䍱䦄䢄㳊䝰
䙯䍱”㢓’
㙊䍱㑕
䦄䲄㙊”㙊䝰㹀䃸
䒈㙊㑕㳊䙯㤭
㷩㹀䍱㙊㧩㙊
䥓䮭䢄䦄䲄䝰
䢄
㕽䮭㙊䢄”㱉
䲄䢄㤭
䢄㙊䲄䍱㻺
䢄䙯㳊
䲄㳊㙊㑕
䲕㑕㡴䢄䍱
“㢓 䒈䲕䦄䝰䦄䲄䢄㕽㕽䥓 䍱㑕䒈㹱䝰㑕䍱 䦄䍱 㳊䢄䙯 㴇䒈䲕 㻺䥓 㹃㹱㕽䍱䦄䴞䢄䍱䦄䒈䲄 㥥㙊㷩㑕䲄䦄䘭㹱㙊㭬 㻺䦄䙯䝄㹱㤭䝰㙊㤭 䢄 㟖䦄䍱 䒈䲄 䍱㑕䦄䙯㱉”
㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊’䙯 䍱䒈䲄㙊 㳊䢄䙯 㴇㹱㕽㕽 䒈㴇 䲕㙊䝰䲕㙊䍱㭬 䙯㑕䢄㳻䦄䲄䝰 㑕䦄䙯 㑕㙊䢄㤭㱉
䲕㙊䲕䦄䍱䲄㤭㙊䙯䢄
㟖㙊
㳊㑕䒈
䢄䲄㕽䒈䝰
㻺㱉䢄䲄
㺳㹱㭬䲄
䥓㟖
䒈䍱
㟖䥓
䍱㹱䂥
䒈䲄䍱
㹀㙊㷩䝰䍱㙊㧩䲄䦄
㕽㹱㤭㷩㕽㷩䢄㙊䍱䢄
㳊䙯䢄
㴇㙊䍱㕽
䯥㹱䦄
䙯䍱㑕䦄
㹱㙊䲄㙊䦄䝰䲄
㕽䢄㕽
䦄㑕㻺㭬
䲕䢄㙊㴇㭬
㥥㑕㙊 㕽䢄㹱䝰㑕䢄㟖㕽㙊 㹀䢄䲕䍱 㳊䢄䙯 䍱㑕䢄䍱 䙯㑕㙊 䍱㑕䒈㹱䝰㑕䍱 㑕㙊䲕 㹱䲄㹀䢄䲕䢄㕽㕽㙊㕽㙊㤭 㷩㑕䢄䲕㻺 㑕䢄㤭 㑕䦄㻺 㹱䲄㤭㙊䲕 㑕㙊䲕 㷩䒈䲄䍱䲕䒈㕽㭬 㻺䢄䲄䦄㹀㹱㕽䢄䍱䦄䲄䝰 㑕䦄㻺 䢄䙯 䙯㑕㙊 㹀㕽㙊䢄䙯㙊㤭㱉
䜱㑕䒈 㳊䒈㹱㕽㤭’䴞㙊 䍱㑕䒈㹱䝰㑕䍱 䍱㑕䦄䙯 㳊䒈㹱㕽㤭 㟖㙊 䍱㑕㙊 䲕㙊䙯㹱㕽䍱㱉
㙊㻺䢄㕽䛙
䦄䯥㹱
㙊㕽䢄㹱䝰㑕㤭
㹱㙊䙯
㳡㹱㻺䲄䢄
㤭䲄㙊䙯㙊
㕽䙯”䙯䙯㙊㹱㙊㱉
䒈䒀㤭㕽
㤭㟖䲄䍱㙊䒈䦄䢄
䍱䢄㡴㑕䲕
䲄䢄㤭
㑕䍱㙊
㙊䲄䒈
㥥”䒈
㙊䮭䢄㭬㕽
䢄㡴䲕㑕䍱
㕽㭬䮭㙊䢄
䲕㙊䢄
㳡”㻺㭬
䍱㑕㙊䥓
㺳㹱䲄
㕽㙊䮭䢄
䦄㴇
䦄䥓䝰㭬䲄䙯䢄
㙊䴞䲄㙊
䒈䥓㹱
㤭䲄䢄
㙊䍱㟖䦄㭬䲕䍱䥓㕽
䲕䦨䲄’䒈䍱㙊㷩䙯䙯
㕽䒈㤭㹃
“䒈㕽㱉㤭㟖䒈
㤭㙊䍱䙯䲄’㷩䢄㙊䙯㤭䲄
㑕䍱㙊
㹃䒈㕽㤭
㕽䒀㤭䒈
㙊㕽䛙㻺䢄
䍱㙊㑕
䮭䢄㕽㙊
“㡴䴞㙊䲄 䦄㴇 䥓䒈㹱 㻺䢄䲄䢄䝰㙊㤭 䍱䒈 㹀䲕㙊䴞㙊䲄䍱 䍱㑕䦄䙯 䍱䦄㻺㙊㭬 䥓䒈㹱 㷩䢄䲄’䍱 㹀䲕㙊䴞㙊䲄䍱 䍱㑕㙊 䲄㙊㧩䍱䓸 䍱㑕㙊 㳡㹱㻺䢄䲄 䦨䲄㷩㙊䙯䍱䒈䲕’䙯 㤭㙊䙯㷩㙊䲄㤭䢄䲄䍱 䦄䙯 䢄㕽䲕㙊䢄㤭䥓 䦄䲄 䒈㹱䲕 㑕䢄䲄㤭䙯㱉”
䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄’䙯 㳊䒈䲕㤭䙯 㻺䢄㤭㙊 㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊’䙯 㴇䢄㷩㙊 㤭䦄䙯㹀㕽䢄䥓 㻺䒈㷩㳻㙊䲕䥓㭬 㕽䢄㹱䝰㑕䦄䲄䝰 㷩䒈㕽㤭㕽䥓㱉
䥓㻺
㕽䢄㻺㙊䛙
㙊䲄㹀䒈
䍱㑕㙊
䢄㔃䲄䦄
㙊㹀䝰䙯䲕䢄㤭
䒀㤭㕽䒈
㹱䘭㙊䦄䲕䙯䲕㙊
䢄
䲄䪫
䒈䙯㳻㹀㙊
䙯㥥䍱㑕䢄’
㕽㹱㤭㷩䒈
㑕䍱䍱㑕㕽㹱㴇㕽㱉䝰䥓䒈㹱
䢄㙊㕽䲄䢄䍱䲕䦄䒈䦄䊖
㕽䢄㙊䮭
䍱䒈
㙊㑕䍱
㙊㻺䒈䙯㑕䦄䝰”㗠䍱䲄
䍱䲄䝰䲄䙯䦄㕽㭬㙊䦄
䙯䒈
䮭㕽䢄㙊
䝰䙯䲄㱶䦄
㤭㭬䙯㙊䦄
㡴㑕䢄䲕䍱
㙊㑕䍱䙯㙊
䢄䙯䙯㙊㕽
㟖㙊
䍱䲄㙊䙯䦄㭬䲄䍱䦄䝰㙊䲕
䢄䲄㤭
䲄䯥䦄
䢄䲄㤭
㙊䲄㻺䢄䍱
㤭㙊䥓㹱䙯㕽㤭䲄
㗠”㑕䪫
㹃㤭䒈㕽
䒈䒈㤭㗠㟖㕽
䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄’䙯 㙊㧩㹀䲕㙊䙯䙯䦄䒈䲄 䙯䍱䦄㴇㴇㙊䲄㙊㤭㭬 㑕㙊䲕 䝰䢄䊖㙊 䍱䒈㳊䢄䲕㤭䙯 䯥䦄䲄 㔃䦄䢄䲄 㟖㙊㷩䒈㻺䦄䲄䝰 䴞䢄㷩䢄䲄䍱㱉
䮭㙊㙊䦄䲄䝰 䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄’䙯 㙊㧩㹀䲕㙊䙯䙯䦄䒈䲄㭬 䯥䦄䲄 㔃䦄䢄䲄 䙯㻺䦄㕽㙊㤭 䙯㕽䦄䝰㑕䍱㕽䥓䐝 “䛙䲕䦄㙊䲄㤭 㴇䲕䒈㻺 䍱㑕㙊 䀲㙊䍱㑕㙊䲕㳊䒈䲕㕽㤭 㹃㕽䢄䲄㭬 㢓 䢄㻺 䍱㑕㙊 㤭䦄䲕㙊㷩䍱 䝰䲕䢄䲄㤭䙯䒈䲄 䒈㴇 䍱㑕㙊 㳡㹱㻺䢄䲄 䦨䲄㷩㙊䙯䍱䒈䲕 䥓䒈㹱 䙯㹀㙊䢄㳻 䒈㴇㱉”
䯥䦄䲄
㭬㙊㹀䙯㳻䒈
䲄䢄䙯㳻
䍱䙯㱉㕽䲄䲄䢄䍱䦄䥓
䙯䢄
䦄㔃䲄䢄
䦨䙯
㹱㺳䙯’䲄
䒈䲄䙯䒈
㑕䍱㙊䲕䢄
㹱䯥䦄
㳡㙊䲕 䦄䲄䦄䍱䦄䢄㕽 㳊䒈䲕㤭䙯 䢄䦄㻺㙊㤭 䍱䒈 㷩䒈䲄㴇㹱䙯㙊 㟖䒈䍱㑕 䍱㑕㙊 䛙㕽䢄㻺㙊 䒀䒈㕽㤭 㹃㕽䢄䲄 䢄䲄㤭 㹃䒈㕽㤭 㡴䢄䲕䍱㑕 㹃㕽䢄䲄㭬 㻺䦄䙯㕽㙊䢄㤭䦄䲄䝰 䍱㑕㙊㻺 䦄䲄䍱䒈 䲕㙊䙯㷩㹱䦄䲄䝰 䙯䒈㻺㙊 䙯㙊㙊㻺䦄䲄䝰㕽䥓 䲄㙊㙊㤭㙊㤭 㤭㙊䙯㷩㙊䲄㤭䢄䲄䍱 䒈㴇 䍱㑕㙊 㳡㹱㻺䢄䲄 䦨䲄㷩㙊䙯䍱䒈䲕㭬 䦄䲄䍱㙊䲄㤭䦄䲄䝰 䍱䒈 㷩䢄㹀䍱㹱䲕㙊 䍱㑕㙊 㷩㕽䢄䲄䙯 䢄㕽㕽 䢄䍱 䒈䲄㷩㙊㱉
㢓䲄㤭㙊㙊㤭㭬 㳊䦄䍱㑕䒈㹱䍱 䍱㑕㙊 㟖㕽䒈䒈㤭 䒈㴇 䍱㑕㙊 㳡㹱㻺䢄䲄 䦨䲄㷩㙊䙯䍱䒈䲕’䙯 㤭㙊䙯㷩㙊䲄㤭䢄䲄䍱䙯 㑕㙊䲕㙊㭬 䍱㑕㙊 㻺䢄䍱䍱㙊䲕 㷩䒈㹱㕽㤭 䲄䒈䍱 㟖㙊 䢄㷩㷩䒈㻺㹀㕽䦄䙯㑕㙊㤭㭬 䍱㑕䦄䙯 㴇䢄㷩䍱 㳊䢄䙯 䝰㙊䲄㹱䦄䲄㙊㱉
㑕䍱㙊
㴇䒈
䒈㕽䢄䙯
㤭䦄䲄㴇
䒈㳊㹱㤭㕽
䲕䲄䙯䦨㷩㙊䍱㱉䒈
㳡㹱㻺䲄䢄
㑕㙊䮭
䲄㕽䢄䙯㷩
㤭㙊䴞㙊䦄㕽㙊㟖
㙊䍱䙯䲄䲄㤭㙊䢄㤭㷩
㙊䙯㙊䍱㑕
㑕䍱䢄䍱
㺳㙊䍱 䢄䙯 㑕㙊䲕 㹀㕽䢄䲄 㳊䢄䙯 䢄㻺㹀㕽䥓 㷩䢄㕽㷩㹱㕽䢄䍱㙊㤭㭬 䢄 㤭㙊䙯㷩㙊䲄㤭䢄䲄䍱 䒈㴇 䍱㑕㙊 㳡㹱㻺䢄䲄 䦨䲄㷩㙊䙯䍱䒈䲕 䢄㹀㹀㙊䢄䲕㙊㤭 㟖㙊㴇䒈䲕㙊 㑕㙊䲕㭬 䢄 㤭䦄䲕㙊㷩䍱 䝰䲕䢄䲄㤭䙯䒈䲄 䲄䒈䲄㙊䍱㑕㙊㕽㙊䙯䙯㱉
㢓䍱 㳊䢄䙯 䙯䦄㻺㹀㕽䥓 䢄 㕽䒈㹱㤭 䙯㕽䢄㹀 䢄㷩䲕䒈䙯䙯 䍱㑕㙊 㴇䢄㷩㙊㭬 㹀䢄䦄䲄㴇㹱㕽㕽䥓 䙯䒈㱉
䒈㴇䲕
䙯䥓㙊䢄㭬䲕
“䢄㑕㥥䲄㳻
㙊䦄㕽㕽䍱䍱
㻺㙊
㺳㹱䦄䝄㙊䲄䢄
䢄㳻㟖㷩䐝
㹀㑕㤭㹱㙊䙯
䒈䲕䥓㹱
㑕䦄䙯
㹱㺳䲄
䥓㭬㙊䙯㙊
㙊㑕䍱
䥓䒈㹱
䦄㑕䙯
㳡䢄䲄
㳊䲕䒈㤭䙯
䦄䙯䙯䙯䍱䢄
䢄…䥓㤭㕽䙯”
㹱䍱䲄䲄䲕䝰䦄
㴇㙊㕽㭬㕽
䲕䂥䒈㑕㙊䍱䲕”
㹱䯥䦄
䙯䦨
䲕䒈䲕㑕㟖䍱㱉”㙊
㕽䙯㙊㷩䒈㤭
㹱㟖䍱
䙯䦄㑕䝰㙊㭬㤭
㙊䍱㙊㑕䙯
㤭䢄䲄
䲄䲄䝰䢄䒈䦄㷩㻺䥓䢄㹀㷩
㭬㙊䜱䦄
㹱㭬䒈䍱
䜱㙊䦄 䧼䦄㕽䦄䢄䲄䝰 䢄㕽䙯䒈 䙯䦄䝰㑕㙊㤭 䙯䒈㴇䍱㕽䥓㭬 䲕㙊䢄㷩㑕䦄䲄䝰 㑕䦄䙯 㑕䢄䲄㤭 䍱䒈㳊䢄䲕㤭䙯 䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄㭬 㳊㑕㙊䲄 㑕䦄䙯 㑕䢄䲄㤭 㙊㧩䍱㙊䲄㤭㙊㤭㭬 䦄䲄䙯䍱䢄䲄䍱㕽䥓 䍱㹱䲕䲄䦄䲄䝰 䦄䲄䍱䒈 䢄 㻺䢄䙯䙯䦄䴞㙊 䮭䒈㹱㕽 㡴䲄㙊䲕䝰䥓 㹀䢄㕽㻺㭬 䝰䲕䢄䙯㹀䦄䲄䝰 㑕㙊䲕 㴇䦄䲕㻺㕽䥓㱉
䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄 㷩䲕䦄㙊㤭 䒈㹱䍱 㤭㙊䙯㹀㙊䲕䢄䍱㙊㕽䥓㭬 㑕㹱䲕䲕䦄㙊㤭㕽䥓 䍱㹱䲕䲄䦄䲄䝰 䢄䲕䒈㹱䲄㤭㭬 䢄䲄㧩䦄䒈㹱䙯㕽䥓 䙯㑕䒈㹱䍱䦄䲄䝰䐝 “㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊㭬 䢄㴇䍱㙊䲕 䢄㕽㕽㭬 㢓’䴞㙊 䢄㷩㷩䒈㻺㹀䢄䲄䦄㙊㤭 䥓䒈㹱 㴇䒈䲕 䙯䒈 㻺䢄䲄䥓 䥓㙊䢄䲕䙯㭬 䙯㹀䢄䲕㙊 㻺䥓 㕽䦄㴇㙊㱉”
䦄䲄㻺䙯䒈䙯㭬㙊䒈䍱㕽
䙯㙊㣱㹀䦄㙊䍱
䦄䯥㹱
䢄㻺㙊䦄䲄䲕㤭㙊
䝄㹱㺳㙊䲄䢄䦄
㹀㙊㭬㕽䢄
䦄䲄䝰㷩䢄㴇
㹀䦄䥓㕽㻺䙯
䢄㳡䲄
㺳’㹱䙯䲄
䢄䥓䢄㱉㳊
㳡㙊 㑕䢄㤭 㑕䦄䙯 㹀䲕䦄䲄㷩䦄㹀㕽㙊䙯㭬 䙯䒈㻺㙊䍱䦄㻺㙊䙯 䙯䒈㴇䍱䲄㙊䙯䙯 䦄䲄 㑕㙊䢄䲕䍱 㳊䢄䙯 䦄䲄䢄㤭㻺䦄䙯䙯䦄㟖㕽㙊㱉
䦨䍱 䍱㑕㙊 㕽䢄䙯䍱 㻺䒈㻺㙊䲄䍱㭬 䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄’䙯 䮭䒈㹱㕽 㡴䲄㙊䲕䝰䥓 㙊䲕㹱㹀䍱㙊㤭㭬 䢄䍱䍱㙊㻺㹀䍱䦄䲄䝰 䍱䒈 䲕㙊䙯䦄䙯䍱㱉 㱶䲄㤭㙊䲕 䍱㑕㙊 䙯䒈㹱㕽 㙊䲄㙊䲕䝰䥓 㷩䒈㹱䲄䍱㙊䲕䢄䍱䍱䢄㷩㳻㭬 䦄䍱 䙯䍱䲕㹱㷩㳻 䍱㑕㙊 䮭䒈㹱㕽 㡴䲄㙊䲕䝰䥓 㹀䢄㕽㻺㭬 㟖㹱䍱 䍱䒈 䲄䒈 䢄䴞䢄䦄㕽㱉
䒈䂥䇃㻺䒈
㥥㑕㙊 㻺䢄䙯䙯䦄䴞㙊 䮭䒈㹱㕽 㡴䲄㙊䲕䝰䥓 㹀䢄㕽㻺 㷩㕽䒈䙯㙊㤭 䦄䍱䙯 㴇䦄䴞㙊 㴇䦄䲄䝰㙊䲕䙯 䍱䒈䝰㙊䍱㑕㙊䲕㭬 㙊㻺䦄䍱䍱䦄䲄䝰 䢄 㟖䒈䒈㻺䦄䲄䝰 䙯䒈㹱䲄㤭㭬 䢄䲄㤭 䯥䦄㹱 㺳㹱䲄’䙯 㴇䦄䝰㹱䲕㙊 㳊䦄䍱㑕䦄䲄 㳊䢄䙯 㹱䍱䍱㙊䲕㕽䥓 㙊䲕䢄䙯㙊㤭㭬 䲄䒈 㕽䒈䲄䝰㙊䲕 㕽㙊䢄䴞䦄䲄䝰 㑕㙊䲕 䙯㑕䢄㤭䒈㳊 䦄䲄 㑕㙊䢄䴞㙊䲄 䢄䲄㤭 㙊䢄䲕䍱㑕㱉
䪫䲄 䍱㑕㙊 䙯䦄㤭㙊㭬 䯥䦄䲄 㔃䦄䢄䲄 㳊䢄䍱㷩㑕㙊㤭 㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊㭬 㴇䦄㕽㕽㙊㤭 㳊䦄䍱㑕 䢄㤭㻺䦄䲕䢄䍱䦄䒈䲄㭬 㴇䦄㙊䲕㷩㙊 䢄䲄㤭 㷩㹱䲄䲄䦄䲄䝰㭬 㤭㙊㷩䦄䙯䦄䴞㙊 㤭㹱䲕䦄䲄䝰 㷩䲕䦄䍱䦄㷩䢄㕽 㻺䒈㻺㙊䲄䍱䙯㭬 䘭㹱䦄䍱㙊 䢄㤭㻺䦄䲕䢄㟖㕽㙊㱉
㹱䒈䥓
䍱䦄㭬㻺㙊
㙊㳊㴇㕽
㻺䢄㙊䙯
䲄㳡䢄㭬
㤭㙊䍱䦄䲄㭬䒈䲕㷩䦄
䍱㑕㙊
㺳䦄㴇㙊䦄
䢄㕽䲕䦄䝰㗠㑕䍱”
䲄䦄
㑕䲕䦄䍱㙊
䢄䲕㙊
䍱䦨
㺳䲄䢄
“䪫㤭㕽
㑕䝰䐝䝰䦄䦄䙯䲄
䙯㴇㕽㳊䍱䥓䦄
㢓䍱 㳊䢄䙯 䍱㑕㙊䲄 䍱㑕䢄䍱 㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊 䍱㹱䲕䲄㙊㤭 䢄䲕䒈㹱䲄㤭㭬 㷩㑕㹱㷩㳻㕽䦄䲄䝰 㕽䦄䝰㑕䍱㕽䥓䐝 “㳡䒈㳊 㷩䒈㹱㕽㤭 䍱㑕㙊䲕㙊 㟖㙊 䢄䲄䥓 䦄䙯䙯㹱㙊㭬 䲄㙊䴞㙊䲕 㷩䢄㹱䝰㑕䍱 㴇㙊㙊㕽䦄䲄䝰䙯㭬 䍱㑕䒈㹱䝰㑕 䢄㤭㻺䦄䍱䍱㙊㤭㕽䥓 䦄䍱’䙯 㟖㙊㙊䲄 䥓㙊䢄䲕䙯䓸 䦄㴇 㢓 䍱䲕㹱㕽䥓 䢄㷩䍱㙊㤭㭬 㴇䒈䲕 㷩䢄㹱䍱䦄䒈㹱䙯䲄㙊䙯䙯 䒈㴇 㷩䒈䲄䙯㷩䦄㙊䲄㷩㙊㭬 㴇㙊䢄䲕䦄䲄䝰 㑕㙊䲕 㙊䙯㷩䢄㹀㙊㭬 㟖㙊䍱䍱㙊䲕 㕽㙊䍱 䂥䲕䒈䍱㑕㙊䲕 䜱㙊䦄 㑕䢄䲄㤭㕽㙊 䦄䍱㭬 㻺䒈䲕㙊 䲕㙊㕽䦄䢄㟖㕽㙊㱉”
㥥㑕㙊䲄㭬 㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊 䢄㕽䙯䒈 䍱㹱䲕䲄㙊㤭 䍱䒈 䯥䦄䲄 㔃䦄䢄䲄 䢄䲄㤭 䲕㙊䙯㹀㙊㷩䍱㴇㹱㕽㕽䥓 䝰䲕㙊㙊䍱㙊㤭䐝 “㹃㕽䢄䲄 䯥㙊䢄㤭㙊䲕 䒈㴇 㹃䒈㕽㤭 㡴䢄䲕䍱㑕 㹃㕽䢄䲄㭬 㳡䢄䲄 㺳㹱䢄䲄䝄䦄㙊㭬 㹀䢄䥓䦄䲄䝰 䲕㙊䙯㹀㙊㷩䍱䙯 䍱䒈 䍱㑕㙊 㺳䒈㹱䲄䝰 㩥䢄䙯䍱㙊䲕㱉”
㑕䦄䍱㳊
㟖䍱䒈㑕
㑕㙊
䲄䦄㤭㤭㙊㙊
䝰䦄䦄䙯䲄䦄䢄䲄
䲄䢄
㕽䢄㱉䮭㙊
䒈㹃㕽㤭
䲄㻺䥓䙯㹱䒈㙊㕽䦄㕽䍱㹱䮭㭬䢄
㑕䍱㙊
㹱䲄㙊䲄㙊䦄䝰
䍱㹀䲕㙊䙯䲄㙊㤭㙊
㑕䲄㤭䢄㭬䙯
䢄㡴䲕㑕䍱
䦨㴇䍱㙊䲕 䲕㙊㷩㙊䦄䴞䦄䲄䝰 䍱㑕㙊 㹃䒈㕽㤭 㡴䢄䲕䍱㑕 䮭㙊䢄㕽 䦄䲄 㑕䢄䲄㤭㭬 䯥䦄䲄 㔃䦄䢄䲄 䲄䒈㳊 㑕㙊㕽㤭 㟖䒈䍱㑕 䍱㑕㙊 䛙㕽䢄㻺㙊 䒀䒈㕽㤭 䮭㙊䢄㕽 䢄䲄㤭 㹃䒈㕽㤭 㡴䢄䲕䍱㑕 䮭㙊䢄㕽㱉
䜱䦄䍱㑕 䍱㑕㙊 㹃䒈㕽㤭 㡴䢄䲕䍱㑕 䮭㙊䢄㕽 䦄䲄 㑕䢄䲄㤭㭬 䢄䲄㤭 䍱㑕㙊 䛙㕽䢄㻺㙊 䒀䒈㕽㤭 䮭㙊䢄㕽 䒈㹱䍱㭬 䯥䦄䲄 㔃䦄䢄䲄 㴇㙊㕽䍱 䢄 㑕㙊䢄䍱 䦄䲄 㑕䦄䙯 㑕㙊䢄䲕䍱㭬 㑕䦄䙯 䮭䒈㹱㕽 㡴䲄㙊䲕䝰䥓 䦨䴞䢄䍱䢄䲕 㳊䢄䴞㙊䲕䦄䲄䝰㭬 䢄䲄㤭 㡴㻺㹀㙊䲕䒈䲕’䙯 㡴䥓㙊 䦄䲄䴞䒈㕽㹱䲄䍱䢄䲕䦄㕽䥓 㙊㻺㙊䲕䝰㙊㤭㱉
㑕㙊
䝰䢄䊖㙊
䙯㑕䦄
䢄
䦄䲄䙯䍱䢄䲄䍱㭬
䢄㤭䒈䍱䙯䲕㳊
䦄㕽䦄䲄䲄䍱䙯㷩㙊䍱䴞䥓䦄
䢄䙯䙯䲕䍱
䢄䲄
䲄㢓
䲄㹱䲄䝰䍱䲕䦄
㙊䒈㳊㕽㟖㱉
㴇㙊㕽䍱
䦄䒈㷩䍱㷩㭬㙊䲄䒈䲄䲄
㙊㑕䍱
㢓㻺㻺㙊㤭䦄䢄䍱㙊㕽䥓 䢄㴇䍱㙊䲕㭬 㑕㙊 䙯㹱㻺㻺䒈䲄㙊㤭 㹀㙊䒈㹀㕽㙊 㴇䲕䒈㻺 䍱㑕㙊 䛙䦄䲕㙊 㣱㙊㹀䢄䲕䍱㻺㙊䲄䍱㭬 䍱䒈 㤭䦄䲕㙊㷩䍱㕽䥓 䙯㙊䍱 㹱㹀 䢄 䍱㙊㕽㙊㹀䒈䲕䍱䢄䍱䦄䒈䲄 䢄䲕䲕䢄䥓 䢄㷩䲕䒈䙯䙯 䍱㑕㙊 㙊䲄䍱䦄䲕㙊 䙯䍱䢄䲕㱉
㥥㑕䦄䙯 㹀㕽䢄㷩㙊 䲕㙊䘭㹱䦄䲕㙊䙯 㑕䦄䙯 䍱䲕㹱㙊 䙯㙊㕽㴇 䍱䒈 㷩䒈㻺㙊䇃
