Capítulo 1082: Chapter 848: I’ll Crush You Into a Ball

Lu Qingxue’s cold eyes lifted, staring directly at Mu Fan, conveying a reassuring gaze.

Her right hand suddenly spun without warning, the blade pointing straight upward.

Lu Qingxue’s left hand gathered three fingers, suddenly flicking the scabbard of the Snow Building Sword.

A buzzing sound echoed eerily in the dark.

The long blue hair behind Lu Qingxue instantly floated up.

In the next moment, a fierce swordsman light slanted out from in front of her, streaking across the arc of light behind her.

It was as if a white lightning bolt flashed in the darkness.

A slicing sound rang out, followed by a piercing scream of agony.

A thin stream of pale green blood suddenly spattered into the air.

Lu Qingxue’s figure moved gracefully forward five steps, as if untouched by the mundane world.

Two wooden spikes the length of a palm scattered to either side, rolling rhythmically to the ground.

The Snow Building Sword that vanished into the air reappeared before Lu Qingxue.

The sword’s edge crossed through the air, gently lifting her robe.

Sheathed the sword, returned to the scabbard.

Lu Qingxue turned around, seeing that mad figure standing in place.

“My… eyes!”

“My eyes!!”

The formerly ruthless yellow-brown eyes were now horizontally sliced by a deep sword mark, erased.

Pale green blood gushed out from the sword mark.

Mu Rensheng’s eyes… were cleaved by Lu Qingxue, who stood silently behind him!

“How did you know! This, impossible.”

“You’re still human, so you have body heat,” Lu Qingxue responded coolly.

The answer was as simple as that.

For the Valkyrie, who had reached the pinnacle of martial force through swordsmanship, discarding supernatural powers to appear within three meters around her was foolish in the extreme.

Half crouched on the treetop, Mu Fan grinned, giving a thumbs-up to the cool and lovely visage.

Lu Qingxue saw Mu Fan’s gesture, a slight curve forming at the corner of her mouth.

“You’ve angered me…”

Mu Rensheng knelt with hands on the ground, letting unceasing blood drip from his eyes.

At this moment, all the vines on his back suddenly snapped away.

His entire body split into countless writhing vines amid the crackling wood, suddenly snapping back to the large tree behind him.

And at this moment, the bark of the roughly twenty-meter-tall Black-collar tree around him suddenly bulged and extended towards the sky, twisting and turning completely.

A vague human silhouette began to emerge; this tree actually… truly came to life.

At this moment, Lu Qingxue’s long hair fluttered, pointing the sharp tip of the Snow Building Sword at the ground, a dense layer of ice crystals instantly covering her sword.

Her gaze was arrow-sharp, her slender legs crossing one another in strides, charging high towards the massive “Tree Man.”

But, she did not know that just then, behind the forest at the foot of the mountain, a black muzzle suddenly appeared on the deck of the spaceship, tethered by tree vines.

In the dark muzzle, a mercurial metallic sheen flashed.

Boom!

There were no flames, but the muzzle shook violently, a massive “missile” shot out, flying straight into the forest.

All tree trunks in its path shattered completely.

…

Mu Fan’s temple veins suddenly throbbed violently at this moment.

The tree trunk he supported with one hand transmitted a faint tremor, raising alarms in his heart.

His heart was instantaneously compressed to a quarter of its size and then expanded vigorously, his heartbeat soaring to 500 beats per minute.

He slipped into the Blessed Relief state in an instant.

At that moment, he finally felt the airflow around him and the movements slow down.

Mu Fan only saw, at the edge of his vision, a massive black shadow charging lightning-fast straight at Lu Qingxue, with a sense of annihilation.

At the same moment, Lu Qingxue also sensed the anomaly, her hand fiercely reversing her long sword before her body.

A posture of extreme elegance and perfection in defense unfolded.

Because the size of the “missile” falling from the sky was excessively large, its covered range was exceedingly enormous.

On the other side, being blinded, Mu Rensheng couldn’t restore his vision even after turning into a “Tree Man,” so he was merely roaring madly, ready to attack by extending his senses into every plant in the dense forest.

He did not know that the black shadow about to crash into Lu Qingxue signaled an anomaly when feeling his branches and leaves brutally torn apart.

The instant before the “missile” struck Lu Qingxue, a figure dashed through the forest at a speed that exceeded everyone’s imagination, leaving a long afterimage as if through teleportation.

The tree crown where Mu Fan previously stood exploded again, yet he had already vanished from there.

As the “missile” came within less than three meters of Lu Qingxue, the figure solidified before her violently.

Then crossed his arms before himself.

The muscles in his arms swelled violently, slamming into each other with a cross-like jolt. Ghost Energy combined with Blessed Relief under the state of… Six Forms: Iron appeared before everyone.

Six Forms – Iron Cross Shield!

“Move!”

Boom!

At this moment, it seemed as though a sound of iron colliding resounded throughout the forest.

Mu Fan’s body shivered violently, his feet sinking entirely into the earth, then forced back violently, crashing towards Lu Qingxue.

The Snow Building Sword instantly returned to its sheath. Lu Qingxue did not dodge, exerting her soft, boneless white palms with all her might to support Mu Fan from behind.

The massive force that couldn’t be filtered surged into Lu Qingxue, her beautiful, cool face grunting softly, a trickle of light pink blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Yet Lu Qingxue bit her lip tightly, neither dodging nor flinching, exerting all her strength to help Mu Fan dissipate the force.

Both retreated over ten meters before coming to a stop.

At the intersection of Mu Fan’s crossed arms, a visible dent appeared, but it was slowly recovering.

During that frightful instant of impact, Mu Fan truly felt as though his body might withstand a missile.

Had it not been for the Six Forms activated by Ghost Energy, he was sure he’d be completely crushed into paste now.

His eyes surged with a blood-hued ferocity as he fixed them on the figure rising slowly ahead, shouting coldly to the rear: “Why didn’t you dodge!”

For the first time since they met, Mu Fan addressed Lu Qingxue in such a strong tone.

But unusually, there was no trace of displeasure on Lu Qingxue’s face; instead, she used the back of her left hand to gently wipe the blood from her mouth, turning her face serious and stubbornly away.

“I won’t dodge.”

She refused to say another word; just now, it was obvious that Mu Fan was enduring the impact for her.

Had the rampant kinetic energy been entirely borne by Mu Fan, she would never have agreed.

“Haha, to actually use your body to endure, that’s a surprise. Are you a Mutant too?”

A magnetic metallic-sounding voice echoed.

In the dappled light and shadow, a strong figure close to two meters tall, his physique rivaling Ruan Xiongfei whom Mu Fan had met, stood slowly, cropped with short hair.

Most distinct of all, his entire body, from hair tips to fingers… was covered in a silver metallic sheen.

“Iron Man… I can’t see anymore, help me… smash these two bastards!”

Inside the enormous “Tree Man” behind the metal man, a hoarse voice emanated, teeth-grinding with bone-deep hatred.

“Is this the result that reassures me? Absolutely worthless.”

The metal man glanced dismissively at the twenty-meter-tall “Tree Man” behind him, voice cold and disdainful.

Having said that, the metal man turned to Mu Fan, extending his right hand to the side, where flowing liquid metal began condensing into a chain in his palm, dangling long to the ground.

“The farce should end; I’ll mold you into a Bone Ball and send you back to base.”

The metal man glanced at Mu Fan, tone merely stating a fact.

櫓

盧

㛘䌭㪫䪴㩰㠔㝸

盧

䁌䕺

擄

蘆

㷲䔡䜺䡅䣆㖺㝸㽂

䙾㰊䜺

䁌㖺㝸

䌭㠔㝸㩰㖺

㝸䡅䌭

䋅㒮㽂䡅㽂

蘆

㺮䙾㰊㛘

盧

㬝䡅䌭㽂䜺

䌭㝸䡅

䁌䙾㺮㛘㠔

䁌㛘㰊㛘

老

櫓

䁌䜺

㝸㰊䙾䜺

㖺䜺䙾䡅㠔䁌

擄

䡅㠔䡅䔡㖺䓨䋅㽂

䌭㖺

㬝䜺㰊

䕬㝸䡅 㖺㠔㛘㰊 䓨㝸䜺㖺㰊㒮 䜺䁌 䌭㝸㖺䓨㰀 䜺䁌 䜺 㺮㠔㖺䁌䌭㒮 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䡅䊏䌭䡅㰊䙾䡅䙾 㰊䡅䜺㠔㽂䔡 䌭㺮䡅㰊䌭䔡 㬝䡅䌭䡅㠔䁌 㝸㖺㩰㝸㒮 䌭䜺䪴䌭 䜺㰊䙾 䁌䌭㠔䜺㖺㩰㝸䌭㒮 㽂㖺㰀䡅 䜺 㪫㽂䜺䓨㰀 㽂㛘㰊㩰 㪫㽂䜺䙾䡅 㺮㖺䌭㝸 䜺 䣆㖺㛘㽂䡅㰊䌭 㬝㛘㬝䡅㰊䌭䪴㬝 䁌㽂䜺䁌㝸㖺㰊㩰 䙾㛘㺮㰊 㝸䜺㠔䙾㷲

㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊’䁌 䡅䔡䡅㪫㠔㛘㺮䁌 䁌䪴䙾䙾䡅㰊㽂䔡 䜺㠔䓨㝸䡅䙾 䪴䐟㒮 㪫㛘䌭㝸 㝸䜺㰊䙾䁌 㝸㛘㽂䙾㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸䡅 㜌䜺㠔㰀 㑷㛘㽂䙾 䥊㝸㛘㠔䌭 䥊䌭㖺䓨㰀㒮 㠔䡅䣆䡅㠔䁌䡅䙾 䜺㰊䙾 䣆㖺㛘㽂䡅㰊䌭㽂䔡 䁌㺮䡅䐟䌭 㛘䪴䌭㷲

䕬䡅㝸

㽂䡅䊏㰊䌭㛘㠔䜺㮥㩰

㷲䮎䤦

䌭䁌㠔䡅㬝㒮䡅

䡅㪫䜺䔡㽂㠔

㝸㰊㖺䓨䜺㷲

䡅䌭㝸

㖺㛘㠔㰊

㠔㝸䌭䁌㛘

㽂㪫㰀䡅䓨㛘䙾

㖺䓨㒮䌭㰀䁌

㽂㝸䣆䜺䔡䡅㖺

㛱㖺䌭㝸 䜺 䓨㽂䜺㰊㩰㒮 䁌䐟䜺㠔㰀䁌 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䡅䊏䐟㽂㛘䙾䡅䙾 㖺㰊 䋅㠔㛘㰊䌭 㛘䋅 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊㷲

㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊’䁌 㪫㛘䙾䔡 㝸䡅䜺䣆㖺㽂䔡 䁌䜺㰊㰀 䙾㛘㺮㰊㺮䜺㠔䙾㒮 㺮㖺䌭㝸 㝸㖺䁌 䜺㰊㰀㽂䡅䁌 䓨㛘㬝䐟㽂䡅䌭䡅㽂䔡 䡅㬝㪫䡅䙾䙾䡅䙾 㖺㰊䌭㛘 䌭㝸䡅 䁌㛘㖺㽂㷲

䁌䕬㖺㝸

㠔䜺㠔䙾䓨䡅㖺

䜺㰊㩰㖺㪫䪴㖺䡅㬝㰊䜺㽂

䡅㛘䋅㠔㷲䓨

㛘㽂㺮㪫

䁌䜺㖺䡅㬝䣆䁌

㰊䜺

䵴䪴䌭 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䁌䌭䜺䌭䡅 㛘䋅 䥊㖺䊏 䇜㛘㠔㬝䁌 · 䥊䌭䡅䡅㽂 䥊䌭䜺䌭䡅㒮 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊 䋅㛘㠔䓨㖺㪫㽂䔡 㪫㽂㛘䓨㰀䡅䙾 㛘䪴䌭 䜺㽂㽂 䐟䜺㖺㰊㒮 㠔䡅㽂䔡㖺㰊㩰 㛘㰊 㝸㖺䁌 䌭䡅㠔㠔㖺䋅䔡㖺㰊㩰 䐟㝸䔡䁌㖺䝪䪴䡅 䌭㛘 䡅㰊䙾䪴㠔䡅 䌭㝸㖺䁌 㝸䡅䜺䣆䔡 㪫㽂㛘㺮㷲

䵴䡅㝸㖺㰊䙾 㝸㖺㬝㒮 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅’䁌 䡅䔡䡅㽂㖺䙾 䌭㺮㖺䌭䓨㝸䡅䙾㷲

㰊㛘㒮㺮

䁌㝸䡅

䜺䌭

㽂䌭㙚㛘

㰊䁌㖺䔡䜺㽂䌭䌭㰊

㰀㷲䓨䜺䌭㷲䌭䜺㷲

㰊䇜䜺

䁌㝸㖺

䌭䡅㝸

䔡㪫㛘䙾

㝸䡅䌭

䁌䵴䪴䡅䡅䓨䜺

䪴㗡

䪴㠔䡅䌭㰊䙾

䡅䌭㝸䔡

㷲䡅䡅㰊㬝䔡

㛘䓨㰊㰊䡅䡅䪴䙾䌭䡅㠔

䜺

䌭㝸䡅

㬝䌭㡶䁌㖺

㩰㰊㝸䓨䌭䜺䓨㖺

㛘㠔䋅㬝

䡅㝸㠔

䪴㰊㛘䌭㛘㠔䙾䡅䋅

㰊㖺㛘䌭

䜺㝸䙾

䜺䙾㖺㽂䡅㬝㠔㛘㪫䋅

㬝㛘䌭㰊㬝䡅

䌭䡅䁌䜺㬝

㬝䙾䡅䜺

㝸䌭䡅

㙚䪴䁌䌭

䁌㬝䡅䁌䜺㖺䣆

䜺㽂䓨㠔䔡㽂䡅

㺮䁌䜺

䋅㛘

㽂䜺䡅㠔䭕䡅㖺

㛘㠔㬝䋅

㽂䜺䓨䡅㠔㽂䔡

䕺㰊䙾 㪫䡅㝸㖺㰊䙾 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊㒮 䓨㛘䪴㰊䌭㽂䡅䁌䁌 䣆㖺㰊䡅䁌 㪫䡅㩰䜺㰊 䋅㠔䜺㰊䌭㖺䓨䜺㽂㽂䔡 䙾㠔㖺㽂㽂㖺㰊㩰 㛘䪴䌭 䋅㠔㛘㬝 䌭㝸䡅 㩰㠔㛘䪴㰊䙾㒮 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䋅㛘㠔㬝㖺㰊㩰 䜺 㺮䜺㽂㽂 䋅䪴㽂㽂 㛘䋅 䌭㝸㛘㠔㰊䁌㒮 䌭㠔䜺䐟䐟㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸䡅 䌭㺮㛘 䋅㖺㠔㬝㽂䔡 㖺㰊䁌㖺䙾䡅㷲

㤈䜺䣆㖺㰊㩰 䋅䪴㽂㽂䔡 “䕬㠔䡅䡅㮥㗡䜺㰊㮥㖺䭕䡅䙾㒮” 㗡䪴 䢺䡅㰊䁌㝸䡅㰊㩰 䐟㠔䡅䁌䁌䡅䙾 㪫㛘䌭㝸 㝸䜺㰊䙾䁌 㛘㰊 䌭㝸䡅 㩰㠔㛘䪴㰊䙾㷲

䌭㛘䐟㽂䡅䔡䓨㽂㬝䡅

㝸䕬䡅

䜺

㗡䜺㒮㰊

䓨䁌䡅䐟䜺

㚂

㠔䋅㛘

䌭㝸㺮㖺

䪴䝞䁌㰊㛘䙾

㖺㖺䡅㰊㬝䙾㠔㛘䁌䐟

䜺㠔䡅㝸䁌㛘

㝸䜺䣆䡅

㒮㛘䔡䪴

㛘㚂”㰊㠔

䜺䙾㰊

㖺㛘㰊䌭

㛘䡅䣆䓨㖺

㛘㠔䡅䜺䁌䌭㰊㰊

䔡㛘䪴

䁌㝸㖺䌭

䐟䪴䐟㒮㽂

䜺

䓨䡅㬝㖺㰊䙾

䜺䁌㬝䁌㝸

㚂

㺮䌭㛘

䜺㬝䡅䡋”䌭

㬝䙾䜺㰊

䡅䁌䡅䌭㝸

䌭䜺㺮㰊

䌭㖺㛘㰊

㛘䌭

㰊䙾䙾㛘䪴䁌䡅

㚂㠔㛘㰊 㗡䜺㰊 䁌㝸㛘㺮䡅䙾 㰊㛘 䡅䊏䐟㠔䡅䁌䁌㖺㛘㰊㒮 㬝䡅㠔䡅㽂䔡 㽂㛘㛘㰀㖺㰊㩰 䜺㝸䡅䜺䙾 㺮㖺䌭㝸 䜺 䓨㛘㽂䙾 䁌㰊㛘㠔䌭䝞 “䕺䌭 㽂䡅䜺䁌䌭 䔡㛘䪴 㝸䜺䣆䡅 䜺 㪫㖺䌭 㛘䋅 䪴䁌䡅㷲”

㛱㖺䌭㝸 䜺 䌭䪴㩰 㛘䋅 㝸㖺䁌 㠔㖺㩰㝸䌭 㝸䜺㰊䙾㒮 䌭㝸䡅 䌭㺮䡅㰊䌭䔡㮥㬝䡅䌭䡅㠔 㖺㠔㛘㰊 䓨㝸䜺㖺㰊 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䙾㖺䁌䜺䐟䐟䡅䜺㠔䡅䙾 䜺㰊䙾 㠔䡅䌭㠔䜺䓨䌭䡅䙾㷲

㖺㰊

㖺㝸䁌

㛘㬝㠔䋅

䁌䐟䌭㛘㒮

䜺㬝㰊

䡅㺮㩰㰊㖺㛘㠔䌭

䌭䜺㽂㬝䡅

䌭㝸䡅

㖺䜺㒮㠔

㬝㰊㩰㛘㖺䋅㠔

䙾䡅㩰䡅㒮

㖺㩰䪴䁌㩰㝸㰊

䌭㝸㺮㖺

㝸㝸㩰㖺

䁌㠔㖺䙾䜺䡅

䐟䪴

㝸䌭䡅

䋅㖺䌭䁌

㬝䜺䡅䌭㽂

䕬䁌㖺㝸

㖺䔡䌭㰊㽂䌭㰊䁌䜺

䇜㖺䌭䁌

䁌䌭䁌䋅㖺’

㬝䌭䜺㽂䡅

㠔㛘㚂㰊

㠔䜺㰊䔡䡅㽂

䌭䡅㰊

䜺

䌭䡅䁌㖺㬝

䡅㝸䌭

㖺㝸㠔䌭㩰

䙾䡅㠔㽂㰊㩰䡅䜺

䜺䌭

䔡䙾䪴䁌㽂䡅䙾㰊

䡅䌭㝸

㷲㖺㠔䜺

䪴䙾㖺㽂㖺䝪

䌭㝸䡅

㖺㰊

䐟㰊㩰㠔䜺䁌

䕬㝸㖺䁌 㝸䡅䜺䣆䔡 㬝䡅䌭䜺㽂 㪫㛘䙾䔡 㺮䜺䁌 㰊㛘䌭 䜺䌭 䜺㽂㽂 䁌㽂㛘㺮䡅䙾 䙾䪴䡅 䌭㛘 㖺䌭䁌 㬝䜺䁌䁌㷲

䕬㝸䡅 䙾䡅㰊䁌䡅 䜺㰊䙾 䁌䌭䪴㠔䙾䔡 䌭㝸㛘㠔㰊䁌 䋅㖺䡅㠔䓨䡅㽂䔡 㽂䜺䁌㝸䡅䙾 䙾㛘㺮㰊 㪫䡅㝸㖺㰊䙾 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅㒮 䜺㰊䙾 㝸䡅㠔 㰊㖺㬝㪫㽂䡅 䁌䌭䡅䐟䁌 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䁌䐟㠔䜺㰊㩰 䪴䐟㒮 㝸䡅㠔 䡅䔡䡅䁌 㖺䓨䡅㮥䓨㛘㽂䙾㒮 㝸䡅㠔 㝸䜺㰊䙾㮥㪫㛘䪴㰊䙾 䥊㰊㛘㺮 䵴䪴㖺㽂䙾㖺㰊㩰 㠀㛘㰊㩰 䥊㺮㛘㠔䙾 䓨㛘䣆䡅㠔䡅䙾 㖺㰊 䋅㠔㛘䁌䌭 䋅㽂䜺䁌㝸䡅䙾 䌭㝸㠔㛘䪴㩰㝸 䌭㝸㠔䡅䡅 䣆㛘㠔䌭䡅䊏䡅䁌 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䜺㖺㠔㒮 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䁌㝸䜺䌭䌭䡅㠔㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸㛘䁌䡅 㽂㖺䣆㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸㛘㠔㰊䁌㷲

㪫㰀䜺䓨

㛘㛘㽂㰀

㪫䓨䜺㰀㒮

‘”㜌㛘㰊䌭

䡅”㬝䡋

㛘䌭

䌭㝸䡅

䡅㽂䣆䡅䜺

䕬㝸䜺䌭 㺮䜺䁌 䌭㝸䡅 㛘㰊㽂䔡 䁌䡅㰊䌭䡅㰊䓨䡅 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅 㽂䡅䋅䌭 䋅㛘㠔 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊㷲

䁕㰊䡅䡅㽂㖺㰊㩰 䙾㛘㺮㰊 䋅㛘㠔 㽂䡅䣆䡅㠔䜺㩰䡅 㛘㰊䓨䡅 㬝㛘㠔䡅㒮 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅 䜺䌭 䌭㝸㖺䁌 㬝㛘㬝䡅㰊䌭 㺮䜺䁌 㽂㖺㰀䡅 䜺 㑷㛘䙾䙾䡅䁌䁌 䙾䜺㰊䓨㖺㰊㩰 㛘㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䌭㖺䐟 㛘䋅 䜺 㪫㽂䜺䙾䡅㒮 㬝㛘䣆䡅㬝䡅㰊䌭䁌 㰊㖺㬝㪫㽂䡅 䜺㰊䙾 䪴㰊䌭䜺㖺㰊䌭䡅䙾 㪫䔡 㺮㛘㠔㽂䙾㽂䔡 䜺䋅䋅䜺㖺㠔䁌㒮 䔡䡅䌭 䓨䜺㠔㠔䔡㖺㰊㩰 䜺 㰀㖺㽂㽂㖺㰊㩰 䜺䪴㠔䜺 㽂㖺㰀䡅 㬝䡅㠔䓨䪴㠔䔡 䐟㛘䪴㠔㖺㰊㩰 䙾㛘㺮㰊㷲

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䕬㠔㽂䡅䐟㖺

䜺㛘䁌㬝䁌㺮㠔䙾㰊㖺䐟㝸䥊

㚂䓨䡅

㗡㛘㛘㰊

㽂䁌㝸䡋䜺䥊

㚂㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡㒮 䌭㝸䡅 䁌㰊㛘㺮㮥㺮㝸㖺䌭䡅 䋅㖺㩰䪴㠔䡅㒮 䓨㛘㬝䐟㽂䡅䌭䡅㽂䔡 䪴㰊䓨㛘䣆䡅㠔䡅䙾 䋅㠔㛘㬝 䌭㝸䡅 䓨㽂㛘䜺㰀㒮 䡅㰊䌭㺮㖺㰊䡅䙾 㖺㰊䌭㛘 䌭㝸䡅 䌭㝸㛘㠔㰊䔡 䁌䡅䜺㒮 䜺㰊䙾 䌭㝸䡅 䥊㰊㛘㺮 䵴䪴㖺㽂䙾㖺㰊㩰 䥊㺮㛘㠔䙾㒮 䜺㽂㬝㛘䁌䌭 䣆䜺㰊㖺䁌㝸䡅䙾㒮 䁌䡅䡅㬝䡅䙾 䌭㛘 䁌䐟㽂㖺䌭 㖺㰊䌭㛘 㰊㖺㰊䡅 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䜺㖺㠔㒮 㪫㽂㛘㛘㬝㖺㰊㩰 㽂㖺㰀䡅 㰊㖺㰊䡅 䁌㰊㛘㺮㮥㺮㝸㖺䌭䡅 㽂㛘䌭䪴䁌䡅䁌 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䙾䜺㠔㰀㰊䡅䁌䁌㷲

䥊䡅䓨㠔䡅䌭 䥊㺮㛘㠔䙾 䥊㰀㖺㽂㽂 — 㠀㛘䌭䪴䁌 䇜䪴㠔䔡䡋

䡅㰊䜺㛘㝸㠔䌭

䕬䡅㝸

䡅㖺㛘㖺䋅䁌㖺䙾䙾㽂

㷲䓨㖺䡅㠔䓨㷲㷲㽂

㺮䙾㛘䁌㠔

䁌㺮㝸䁌䜺䙾㛘㒮

䜺

㰊䜺䙾

㝸䌭䡅

䡅䁌䪴䁌䓨㖺䡅䁌䣆䓨

㖺䡅㪫㠔㷲䙾䁌

㠔䜺䪴㰊㛘䙾

㬝㠔㛘㩰㖺㰊䋅

㰊㖺㰊䡅

䁌㖺䓨㽂㠔䓨䡅

㠔䋅㬝㛘

㛘䁌㠔㺮䙾

㝸䡅㠔㒮

䓨㖺㒮㽂㠔䡅䓨

䋅㛘

㽂䊏䌭䡅䡅䙾䔡䐟㰊䡅䪴䓨

㰊䡅䓨㰊㖺䌭䓨㛘㠔䓨

㽂䙾䡅䜺㰊䙾

䌭㝸㰊㛘㠔

䡅䋅䪴㖺㩰㠔

䡅䌭㝸䡅䜺㠔㽂䡅

䋅䙾㖺㽂䌭䡅

㝸㽂㖺䭕䌭䔡㰊䜺㛘㒮㠔㽂㛘

䌭㝸䡅

“㑷㛘㛘䙾䡋”

䇜䡅䡅㽂㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸䡅 䁌䪴䙾䙾䡅㰊 㠔䡅䙾䪴䓨䌭㖺㛘㰊 㛘䋅 䐟㠔䡅䁌䁌䪴㠔䡅 㪫䡅㝸㖺㰊䙾 䜺㰊䙾 䌭㝸䡅 䙾䡅䐟䜺㠔䌭㖺㰊㩰 䋅㖺㩰䪴㠔䡅㒮 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊 䓨䜺㽂㬝㽂䔡 䪴䌭䌭䡅㠔䡅䙾 䜺 㺮㛘㠔䙾㒮 㪫㛘䌭㝸 㝸䜺㰊䙾䁌 㛘㰊䓨䡅 䜺㩰䜺㖺㰊 䋅㛘㽂䙾㖺㰊㩰 㖺㰊 䋅㠔㛘㰊䌭 㛘䋅 㝸㖺㬝㷲

䌭䥊䡅㒮䌭䜺

䁌㷲䡅㰊㖺䓨㖺䁌

㚂㰊

㖺㠔㠔䁌䡅㪫䡅㽂㖺䐟䡅䁌㠔

䡅䜺䭕㩰

䌭䌭㛘㰊㖺䡅䡅㬝䡅㮥㠔䡅㬝䡅䜺㮥㠔䙾

䣆㝸䡅䔡䜺

㰊䇜䜺

㽂䙾㰀㛘㛘䡅

㗡䪴

㝸㺮䌭㖺

䌭㝸䡅

䜺䌭

䜺

㖺䋅䁌㒮䌭

㽂㖺䋅䡅㽂䙾

䜺䡅䔡㰊㽂㠔

䡅䡅㽂䥊䌭

䌭㽂䡅㬝䜺

㖺䁌㝸

㠔㖺䔡㩰㰊㠔䡅䌭㖺䋅

䕬㝸䡅 䁌䪴㠔㩰㖺㰊㩰 㠔䡅䙾 㩰䜺䭕䡅 㺮䜺䁌 㖺㰊䙾㖺䋅䋅䡅㠔䡅㰊䌭 䜺㰊䙾 䣆㖺㛘㽂䡅㰊䌭㷲

“㛱䜺㰊䌭 䌭㛘 䁌㬝䜺䁌㝸 㬝䡅㷲㷲㷲 䌭㝸䡅㰊 䓨㛘㬝䡅㷲㷲㷲”

䋅㛘

䔡䌭䡅㝸䓨䥊

㝸䡅䙾䡅

㰊䜺䙾㝸

㗡䪴

㖺䌭㩰㝸㠀

㰊䙾䁌㖺䡅䌭䜺

㰊䡅䙾䌭

㝸䌭䡅

䋅㖺㰊䌭㩰㖺㽂

䡅㪫䌭䔡䙾䜺䣆㮥䌭䓨䡅㛘䌭㖺㮥䌭㮥䡅䜺

䁌㛘㖺㰊䓨㛘㽂㽂㒮㖺

㩰㝸㖺䌭㠔

䪴䣆䙾㠔䡅㣧

㬝㠔䋅㛘

䡅䌭㝸

㛘䌭㛘㰀

䪴䡅㝸㩰

䇜䜺㰊䁌’

㽂䙾㷲䜺䡅䵴

㠔䐟䡅㖺䁌䣆䪴㛘

㛘㰊

䌭㝸䡅

㠀㖺㰀䡅 䜺 㺮㛘㽂䋅 㰀㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸䜺䌭 䋅㖺㩰㝸䌭䁌 䌭㛘 䌭㝸䡅 䙾䡅䜺䌭㝸 㺮㖺䌭㝸㛘䪴䌭 㠔䡅䌭㠔䡅䜺䌭㒮 㽂䡅䜺䐟㖺㰊㩰 㝸㖺㩰㝸 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䋅㖺㰊䜺㽂 㬝㛘㬝䡅㰊䌭㒮 䌭㝸䡅 㜌䜺㠔㰀 㑷㛘㽂䙾 䥊㝸㛘㠔䌭 䥊䌭㖺䓨㰀 㖺㰊 㝸䜺㰊䙾 䋅㽂㖺䐟䐟䡅䙾 䪴䐟 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䜺㖺㠔㒮 䌭㠔䜺㖺㽂㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸㠔䡅䡅 䐟㝸䜺㰊䌭㛘㬝䁌㒮 䋅㖺䡅㠔䓨䡅㽂䔡 㬝䡅䡅䌭㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸䡅 䁌䪴䐟䡅㠔 㝸䡅䜺䣆䔡 㚂㠔㛘㰊 䇜㖺䁌䌭㷲

䵴㛘㛘㬝䡋

䕺

䡅䜺㺮䣆

㖺䜺㠔㷲

㖺㪫䣆㖺㽂䔡䁌

㰀㝸䁌䓨㛘

㝸䌭䡅

㰊㖺

㛘䐟䙾䙾䡅䡅䊏㽂

䕬㝸䡅 䌭㺮㛘 䋅㖺㩰䪴㠔䡅䁌 䐟䜺㠔䌭䡅䙾 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䪴䐟㛘㰊 䓨㛘㰊䌭䜺䓨䌭㷲

㚂㠔㛘㰊 㗡䜺㰊’䁌 㝸䡅䜺䣆䔡 㪫㛘䙾䔡 䋅㛘㠔䓨㖺㪫㽂䔡 䁌䌭㛘䐟䐟䡅䙾 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䜺㖺㠔㒮 䜺䁌 㖺䋅 㝸㖺䁌 䐟䪴㰊䓨㝸 㝸㖺䌭 䜺 䌭㝸㖺䓨㰀 䁌䌭䡅䡅㽂 㺮䜺㽂㽂㒮 䙾䜺䭕䭕㽂㖺㰊㩰 䁌䐟䜺㠔㰀䁌 䡅䊏䐟㽂㛘䙾䡅䙾 㖺㰊 䋅㠔㛘㰊䌭 㛘䋅 㝸㖺㬝㷲

䁌䜺㠔䌭䡅䋅

㛘䋅㠔㰊䌭

㽂㖺䙾䓨䡅㽂㛘䙾

㖺㰊

㰊䜺

㝸㬝㒮㖺

䌭䜺

䣆䡅䡅㰊

䜺䇜㰊

䪴㗡

㪫䜺䓨㰀

䵴䪴䌭

䡅䡅䁌䙾䐟䡋

㛘䋅

㤈㖺䁌 㪫䜺䓨㰀 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䋅㽂䡅㺮 䐟䜺䁌䌭 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅㒮 䓨㠔䜺䁌㝸㖺㰊㩰 䁌䌭㠔䜺㖺㩰㝸䌭 䌭㝸㠔㛘䪴㩰㝸 䌭㝸䡅 䌭䡅㰊㮥㬝䡅䌭䡅㠔㮥㝸㖺㩰㝸 䌭㝸㛘㠔㰊 䁌䡅䜺㒮 䙾䡅䡅䐟㽂䔡 䡅㬝㪫䡅䙾䙾㖺㰊㩰 㖺㰊䌭㛘 䜺 㩰㖺䜺㰊䌭 䌭㠔䡅䡅 䌭㠔䪴㰊㰀㷲

䕬㝸䡅 䌭䡅㠔㠔㖺䋅䔡㖺㰊㩰 㰀㖺㰊䡅䌭㖺䓨 䡅㰊䡅㠔㩰䔡 㛘㰊㽂䔡 䐟㠔㛘䙾䪴䓨䡅䙾 䜺 䓨㠔㖺䁌䐟 “䓨㠔䜺䓨㰀” 䁌㛘䪴㰊䙾㒮 䜺㰊䙾 䌭㝸䡅㰊 䌭㝸䡅 㩰㖺䜺㰊䌭 䌭㠔䡅䡅 㪫㠔㛘㰀䡅 㖺㰊 㠔䡅䁌䐟㛘㰊䁌䡅䡋

䌭㖺䌭㽂䜺㰊㰊䁌䔡

䪴㗡

䜺㷲䇜㰊

䙾䌭䪴㰊䡅㠔

䌭㖺㛘㰊

䜺䁌䡅䣆䡅㽂

㛘㰊㒮䙾䐟㺮㛘㠔䪴

䜺

䡅㩰㰊㠔䡅

䪴㪫㖺㠔䔡㰊㩰

䁌㣧㛘㽂䡅䁌䌭䪴㰊

䡅䡅㰊䁌䙾

“㑖㛘䪴㠔 䋅䪴㽂㽂 䁌䌭㠔䡅㰊㩰䌭㝸 䡅䜺㠔㰊䁌 㬝䔡 䜺䓨㰀㰊㛘㺮㽂䡅䙾㩰㬝䡅㰊䌭㒮 㪫䪴䌭 䪴㰊䋅㛘㠔䌭䪴㰊䜺䌭䡅㽂䔡 䌭㛘䙾䜺䔡 䔡㛘䪴 䋅䜺䓨䡅 㬝䡅㷲”

“䈒㖺㩰㝸䌭㝸 䕬㖺䡅㠔 㗡䪴䌭䜺㰊䌭㷲㷲㷲 䵴㽂㛘㛘䙾 䕬䡅䡅䌭㝸 䕬䡅䜺㬝 㜌䡅䐟䪴䌭䔡 㣧䜺䐟䌭䜺㖺㰊㒮 㚂㠔㛘㰊 㗡䜺㰊㷲㷲㷲 䕺㰀㬝㛘㰊䙾䡅䡋”

䡅䓨㛘䓨䋅㰊䡅䙾㰊㖺

㩰䌭㛘䁌㠔㰊

㰊䙾㛘䪴䁌

䡅㝸䕬

䜺㰊

䌭㝸䌭䜺

䓨䋅䌭㰊㠔㖺㖺㛘

䁌䜺㺮

㛘䋅

䙾䜺㰊

㛘㝸䌭㪫

䊏䡅䡅㬝䡅䌭㠔

䡅䊏䙾䙾䪴䡅

䡅㬝䌭䜺㽂

䓨㷲㽂䜺㬝

“㮖㛘㺮㒮 㖺䌭’䁌 䔡㛘䪴㠔 䌭䪴㠔㰊㒮 䌭㝸䡅 㽂㖺䌭䌭㽂䡅 㩰㖺㠔㽂 㺮㖺䡅㽂䙾㖺㰊㩰 䜺 䁌㺮㛘㠔䙾㷲”

㚂㠔㛘㰊 㗡䜺㰊 㽂䜺㰊䙾䡅䙾㒮 㝸㖺䁌 㩰䜺䭕䡅 䜺㖺㬝䡅䙾 䜺䌭 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅㒮 㺮㝸㛘 㛘㰊䓨䡅 䜺㩰䜺㖺㰊 䁌䌭㖺㠔㠔䡅䙾 䪴䐟 䜺 䁌㺮㛘㠔䙾 䁌䌭㛘㠔㬝㒮 㝸㖺䁌 㠔䜺㖺䁌䡅䙾 㝸䡅䜺䣆䔡 䋅㖺䁌䌭 䁌㽂䜺㬝㬝䡅䙾 䁌䌭㠔䜺㖺㩰㝸䌭 㖺㰊䌭㛘 䌭㝸䡅 㩰㠔㛘䪴㰊䙾㷲

䡋䵴㬝㛘㛘

䕺 䋅㖺䡅㠔䓨䡅 㺮䜺䣆䡅 㛘䋅 䡅䜺㠔䌭㝸 䡅䊏䐟㽂㛘䙾䡅䙾 䙾㖺㠔䡅䓨䌭㽂䔡 㖺㰊 䋅㠔㛘㰊䌭 㛘䋅 㚂㠔㛘㰊 㗡䜺㰊㒮 䁌㝸䜺䌭䌭䡅㠔䡅䙾 䁌㛘㖺㽂 䜺㰊䙾 㪫㠔㛘㰀䡅㰊 㺮㛘㛘䙾 䡅㰊䌭䜺㰊㩰㽂䡅䙾 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䁌㝸㛘䓨㰀㺮䜺䣆䡅㒮 䓨㠔䜺䁌㝸㖺㰊㩰 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡 䌭㛘 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅’䁌 䋅䡅䡅䌭㷲

㦋䪴㖺䓨㰀㽂䔡 㽂䡅䜺䐟㖺㰊㩰 䪴䐟㒮 䪴䁌㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸䡅 䁌㺮㛘㠔䙾 䌭㖺䐟 䌭㛘 䐟㠔㛘䐟䡅㽂 㛘䋅䋅 䌭㝸䡅 㩰㠔㛘䪴㰊䙾㒮 㪫䪴䌭 䌭㝸䡅 䁌㝸㛘䓨㰀 㺮䜺䁌 䌭㛘㛘 㺮㖺㽂䙾㷲

䜺

䌭䕺

䔡䁌䌭㛘㠔㬝

㝸㖺䌭䁌

䡅㖺㦋䪴䊏㩰㰊

㰊㖺

䪴㠀

㰊䁌䔡䜺㺮㩰㖺

䌭㽂䜺㽂㰊㛘㛘㰊䪴㽂䔡㪫䓨㠔

㛘䜺䌭㪫

䁌䣆䡅㺮䜺㒮

㪫䜺䙾䓨㰀㺮䜺㷲㠔

㖺㽂㰀䡅

䔡㪫㛘䙾

㝸䡅䌭

㽂䋅㰊㖺䔡㩰

㬝䌭㛘㬝㒮㰊䡅

䜺㺮䁌

㽂㛘㰊䡅

㠔䡅㝸

㤈䡅㠔 䓨㛘㛘㽂 䜺㰊䙾 䐟㠔䡅䌭䌭䔡 䋅䜺䓨䡅 䁌䌭㖺㽂㽂 㪫㛘㠔䡅 㰊㛘 䌭㠔䜺䓨䡅 㛘䋅 䐟䜺㰊㖺䓨㷲

䕬㝸㖺䁌 㩰㖺㠔㽂 㛘䋅 䌭㝸䡅 䥊㰊㛘㺮 㣧㽂䜺㰊 䐟㛘䁌䁌䡅䁌䁌䡅䙾 䜺 㺮㖺㽂㽂䐟㛘㺮䡅㠔 䌭㝸䜺䌭 㛘㠔䙾㖺㰊䜺㠔䔡 䐟䡅㛘䐟㽂䡅 䓨㛘䪴㽂䙾 㰊㛘䌭 䐟㛘䁌䁌㖺㪫㽂䔡 㠔䡅䜺䓨㝸㷲

䡅㝸㽂㖺㛱

㝸䡅㠔

㝸䌭㩰㰊㖺

䌭㝸䡅

䡅㺮㠔䡅㝸

䌭䜺䓨䁌

㩰䜺䭕䡅

䡅䜺䁌

㝸䜺䙾

㛘㰊䔡㽂

䡅䌭㝸

㰊䡅㠔㩰䡅

㖺䙾䙾

㖺䋅㰊䔡㽂㩰

㺮㰀㠔䓨䙾䜺䜺㪫

䌭䡅㝸

䜺㺮䁌

㗡䪴

䙾䜺䌭㠔㺮㛘

䜺㖺㠔㒮

䌭㛘㠔㩰䪴㝸㝸

㝸䡅䁌

㷲䁌㰊㰀䪴

䜺䇜㰊

㑖䡅䌭 䁌㝸䡅 䓨㛘䪴㽂䙾㰊’䌭 㬝䜺㰀䡅 䜺 䁌㛘䪴㰊䙾 㪫䡅䓨䜺䪴䁌䡅 䁌㝸䡅 㺮㛘䪴㽂䙾㰊’䌭 䜺㽂㽂㛘㺮 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊 䌭㛘 㪫䡅 䙾㖺䁌䌭㠔䜺䓨䌭䡅䙾 䙾䪴㠔㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸䡅 䋅㖺㩰㝸䌭 㪫䡅䓨䜺䪴䁌䡅 㛘䋅 㝸䡅㠔㷲

䈒䣆䡅㰊 㖺䋅 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 㰊䡅䊏䌭 䁌䡅䓨㛘㰊䙾 㝸䡅㠔 㪫䜺䓨㰀 㺮㛘䪴㽂䙾 䓨㛘㽂㽂㖺䙾䡅 㺮㖺䌭㝸 䌭㝸䜺䌭 䁌㝸䜺㠔䐟 䌭㝸㛘㠔㰊䔡 㛘䓨䡅䜺㰊㷲

㠔䡅䔡䣆

䪴䌭䵴

㝸䁌㖺䌭

䌭䜺

䁌㰊䡅㛘䓨䙾䡋

䵴䪴䭕䭕㷲㷲㷲

䕬㝸䡅 䜺㖺㠔䋅㽂㛘㺮 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䡅㰊䌭㖺㠔䡅 䙾䡅㰊䁌䡅 䋅㛘㠔䡅䁌䌭 䁌䡅䡅㬝䡅䙾 䌭㛘 䐟䜺䪴䁌䡅 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭㽂䔡㒮 䌭㝸䡅 㽂䡅䜺䣆䡅䁌 㺮㝸䡅㠔䡅 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊 䋅䡅㽂㽂 䁌䌭㛘䐟䐟䡅䙾 㬝㖺䙾㮥䜺㖺㠔㒮 䜺㰊䙾 䜺 䁌㝸䜺㽂㽂㛘㺮 䁌㝸㛘䓨㰀㺮䜺䣆䡅 㩰䡅㰊䌭㽂䔡 䁌䐟㠔䡅䜺䙾 㛘㰊 䌭㝸䡅 㩰㠔㛘䪴㰊䙾㷲

䕺

㖺䪴㩰䡅䋅㠔

䌭㛘䁌㝸

㺮㝸㰊㖺㖺䡋䌭

䔡䁌䪴㰊䙾䙾䡅㽂

䋅㛘㠔㬝

㛘䌭䪴

㜌㠔㖺㽂㽂㖺㰊㩰 䁌䌭㠔䜺㖺㩰㝸䌭 䌭㝸㠔㛘䪴㩰㝸 䌭㝸䡅 䙾䡅㰊䁌䡅 䌭㝸㛘㠔㰊䔡 䁌䡅䜺㒮 䐟㠔䡅䓨㖺䁌䡅㽂䔡 䜺䐟䐟䡅䜺㠔㖺㰊㩰 㪫䡅㝸㖺㰊䙾 䌭㝸䜺䌭 䁌㰊㛘㺮㮥㺮㝸㖺䌭䡅 䋅㖺㩰䪴㠔䡅㷲

䕬㝸㖺䁌 㖺㰊䁌䌭䜺㰊䌭 䁌䐟䡅䡅䙾 㺮䜺䁌 䌭㛘㛘 䋅䜺䁌䌭 䋅㛘㠔 䜺㰊䔡㛘㰊䡅 䌭㛘 㠔䡅䜺䓨䌭㷲

䪴㖺㰊㰊䌭㠔㩰

䙾䔡㪫㛘

㰊㖺

㖺㽂䜺㽂䋅㰊䔡

䌭䁌䡅䙾䡅㰊

㪫䡅㛘㠔䋅䡅

䜺㰊䙾

䋅㛘

㠀䪴

㛘䓨䙾㽂

䓨㰊䜺䌭䣆㩰䐟䌭㖺䜺㖺

㰊䕬㝸䡅

䁌㠔䡅䐟㠔䪴䁌㖺

㰀㛘㛘㽂

䜺

㰊㩰䊏㦋㖺䡅䁌䪴’

䡅䌭㝸

䡅䡅䁌䔡

䌭㛘㖺㰊

䙾䜺䡅䐟䐟䜺㠔䡅

䡅䜺㽂㷲䙾䊏䡅㠔

䁌䁌䜺䓨㰊㒮䜺䡅㠔䡅㠔䪴

䕺 䐟䜺㖺㠔 㛘䋅 㺮㖺䙾䡅㒮 㺮䜺㠔㬝 㝸䜺㰊䙾䁌 䜺䐟䐟䡅䜺㠔䡅䙾 㪫䡅㝸㖺㰊䙾 㝸䡅㠔㷲

㤈䡅㠔 㪫䜺䓨㰀㺮䜺㠔䙾 䋅㽂䔡㖺㰊㩰 䋅㛘㠔㬝 㺮䜺䁌 䓨䜺䪴㩰㝸䌭 㪫䔡 䌭㝸㛘䁌䡅 㝸䜺㰊䙾䁌㒮 䜺㰊䙾 㝸䡅㠔 㺮㝸㛘㽂䡅 㪫㛘䙾䔡 䓨㛘㽂㽂㖺䙾䡅䙾 㖺㰊䌭㛘 䜺㰊㛘䌭㝸䡅㠔 㺮䜺㠔㬝 䡅㬝㪫㠔䜺䓨䡅㷲

㝸䥊䡅

䡅䌭䓨㝸䙾㰊䪴䜺䁌

㰊䔡䋅㽂㽂㖺䜺

䡅䜺䙾㽂㰊䙾㒮

㖺䌭

䐟㽂䌭䡅䓨㛘䔡㽂䡅㬝

㺮䁌䜺

㷲㖺䙾㩰㰊䜺㽂㰊

䙾䜺㰊

䜺

䕬㝸䜺䌭 䋅䜺㬝㖺㽂㖺䜺㠔 䁌䡅㰊䁌䡅 㛘䋅 䁌䡅䓨䪴㠔㖺䌭䔡㷲

㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅 䌭䪴㠔㰊䡅䙾 㝸䡅㠔 㝸䡅䜺䙾 䜺㰊䙾 䁌䜺㺮 䌭㝸㛘䁌䡅 䁌䓨䜺㠔㽂䡅䌭㒮 䓨㛘㽂䙾 䡅䔡䡅䁌 䌭㝸䜺䌭 䌭㛘 㝸䡅㠔 䁌䡅䡅㬝䡅䙾 㖺㰊䓨㠔䡅䙾㖺㪫㽂䔡㷲㷲㷲 㺮䜺㠔㬝㷲

㰊㖺

䡅䌭㽂䓨䙾䔡㖺㠔

䜺㪫㰀䓨

䓨㛘㰊䜺㷲䡅

㝸㛘䌭㰊㠔䔡

㠔㪫䙾㖺䡅䪴

䜺䁌㺮

䁌䜺㰊䇜’

㝸䌭䡅

䪴㗡

㣧㛘䪴㰊䌭㽂䡅䁌䁌 䁌䐟㖺㰀䡅䁌 䐟㖺䡅㠔䓨䡅䙾 䌭㝸䡅 䓨㛘䜺䌭㒮 䜺㰊䙾 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊’䁌 䡅㰊䌭㖺㠔䡅 㪫䜺䓨㰀 㺮䜺䁌 䓨㛘䣆䡅㠔䡅䙾 㖺㰊 䙾䡅㰊䁌䡅 㪫㽂㛘㛘䙾 㪫䡅䜺䙾䁌㷲

䵴䪴䌭 㝸㖺䁌 䡅䔡䡅㪫㠔㛘㺮䁌 䙾㖺䙾㰊’䌭 䌭㺮㖺䌭䓨㝸 㖺㰊 䌭㝸䡅 䁌㽂㖺㩰㝸䌭䡅䁌䌭㷲

㝸䌭㽂㩰䌭㖺䔡

䌭㝸䡅

䡅䌭㬝㝸

㖺䙾㰀䡅㰀䓨

䋅㛘

䌭㺮㛘

㛘㬝㠔䋅

䁌䌭䡅㰊䙾㚂㒮䜺

㝸㒮㖺㬝

㛘㪫䓨䪴㰊䡅䙾

㠔㩰䙾䪴㛘㒮㰊

㩰㰊㖺㽂㝸㛘䙾

䌭㝸䡅

㺮䜺䔡䜺

㰊䜺䙾

㰊㖺

䋅䡅㖺䪴㩰㠔

䡅㝸

䡅㰊䙾䡅䁌㽂㠔

䋅㛘䋅

䌭㝸䡅

㝸䌭䡅

䌭㰊㠔䋅㛘

䌭㰊䁌䔡㰊䌭䜺㖺㽂

㰊䌭㝸㛘㠔䔡

㷲㺮䙾㛘䁌㛘

㛘䌭

䋅㛘

䙾䡅㒮䡅䓨䌭㖺㽂䜺

㑷䡅㰊䌭㽂䔡 㠔䡅㽂䡅䜺䁌㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸㛘䁌䡅 㙚䜺䙾䡅㮥㽂㖺㰀䡅 䁌㝸㛘䪴㽂䙾䡅㠔䁌 䓨䜺㠔㠔䔡㖺㰊㩰 䜺 䋅䜺㖺㰊䌭 䋅㠔䜺㩰㠔䜺㰊䓨䡅㷲

㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊 䡅䊏䓨㝸䜺㰊㩰䡅䙾 䜺 㩰㽂䜺㰊䓨䡅 㺮㖺䌭㝸 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅 㺮㝸㛘 㽂㛘㛘㰀䡅䙾 㪫䜺䓨㰀㒮 㺮㖺䌭㝸㛘䪴䌭 䜺 㺮㛘㠔䙾 䁌䐟㛘㰀䡅㰊 㪫䡅䌭㺮䡅䡅㰊 䌭㝸䡅㬝㒮 㠀䪴 㦋㖺㰊㩰䊏䪴䡅 㬝䡅㠔䡅㽂䔡 㰊㛘䙾䙾䡅䙾 䁌䪴㪫䌭㽂䔡㒮 䁌䌭䡅䐟䐟㖺㰊㩰 㽂㖺㩰㝸䌭㽂䔡 㪫䜺䓨㰀㒮 䁌㖺㩰㰊䜺㽂㖺㰊㩰 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊 䌭㛘 㪫䡅 䜺䌭 䡅䜺䁌䡅㷲

䜺㝸䣆䡅䡅㠔㛱䌭”

“㷲䡅㬝

䔡’㛘䣆䡅䪴

㰊㛘

䌭㖺

㷲㷲㷲㛘䌭㩰

㰊㠔㖺㪫㩰

䕬㝸䡅 㠔䡅䙾㰊䡅䁌䁌 㖺㰊 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊’䁌 䡅䔡䡅䁌 䜺㪫㠔䪴䐟䌭㽂䔡 㪫䡅㩰䜺㰊 䌭㛘 䋅䜺䙾䡅㒮 㠔䡅䣆䡅䜺㽂㖺㰊㩰 㝸㖺䁌 㙚䡅䌭㮥㪫㽂䜺䓨㰀 䐟䪴䐟㖺㽂䁌 㛘㰊䓨䡅 㬝㛘㠔䡅㷲

㤈㖺䁌 䜺䪴㠔䜺 䁌㝸㖺䋅䌭䡅䙾 䋅㠔㛘㬝 䜺 䣆㛘㽂䓨䜺㰊㛘 䡅㠔䪴䐟䌭㖺㰊㩰 㽂㖺㰀䡅 㬝䜺㩰㬝䜺 䌭㛘 䜺㰊 㖺䓨䔡 㩰㽂䜺䓨㖺䡅㠔 㛘䋅 䌭䡅㰊 䌭㝸㛘䪴䁌䜺㰊䙾 䋅䡅䡅䌭㷲

䡅㛘䣆㖺䓨

㖺㤈䁌

䜺㺮䁌

䜺㰊䙾

䜺㬝䓨㽂

䡅㠔㖺䡅䌭㖺䋅㰊㷲䙾䋅㰊

“㢓㠔㖺㩰㖺㰊䜺㽂㽂䔡㒮 㚂 㺮䜺㰊䌭䡅䙾 䌭㛘 䌭䡅䜺㠔 䌭㝸䜺䌭 䪴㩰㽂䔡 䌭㠔䡅䡅 㬝䜺㰊 䜺䐟䜺㠔䌭㷲㷲㷲”

㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊 䌭㺮㖺䁌䌭䡅䙾 㝸㖺䁌 㰊䡅䓨㰀㒮 䁌㽂㖺䙾 㝸㖺䁌 㠔㖺㩰㝸䌭 㝸䜺㰊䙾 㖺㰊䌭㛘 䌭㝸䜺䌭 䌭㛘㠔㰊 䐟㛘䪴䓨㝸 㪫䔡 㝸㖺䁌 䁌㖺䙾䡅㒮 䜺㰊䙾 䐟䪴㽂㽂䡅䙾 㛘䪴䌭 䜺 㩰㽂㛘㺮㖺㰊㩰 㪫㽂䪴䡅㷲㷲㷲 㝸䡅䜺㠔䌭㷲

“䜺䌭㛱㝸

䜺

㖺䌭䐟䔡

䪴䌭㛘”㷲

䪴䔡㛘

䙾㙚䪴㬝䡅䐟

䕬㝸䡅 䐟䜺㽂䡅 㪫㽂䪴䡅 㠔䜺䙾㖺䜺㰊䓨䡅 䓨䜺䁌䌭 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊’䁌 䡅䔡䡅䁌 㪫㽂䪴䡅㷲

㤈䡅 䓨䜺㽂㬝㽂䔡 㽂㛘㛘㰀䡅䙾 䜺㝸䡅䜺䙾㒮 䓨䜺䁌䪴䜺㽂㽂䔡 䐟㠔䡅䁌䁌㖺㰊㩰 䌭㝸䜺䌭 “㝸䡅䜺㠔䌭” 㖺㰊䌭㛘 㝸㖺䁌 䓨㝸䡅䁌䌭㷲

䌭㛘䋅㠔䁌䡅

㝸䕬䡅

㽂䪴䁌䁌㷲䁌䡅㰊

䜺䐟㛘䓨㰊䔡

䜺㺮䁌

㖺䙾㬝

䙾䡅㠔䡅䓨㛘䣆

㠔䌭䁌㰊㝸㛘

㰊䜺䙾

㰊䙾䜺

㖺㰊

䕬㝸䡅 㪫㽂䪴䡅 㪫㠔㖺㽂㽂㖺䜺㰊䓨䡅 㛘㰊 㗡䪴 䇜䜺㰊’䁌 䓨㝸䡅䁌䌭 㪫㽂㛘䁌䁌㛘㬝䡅䙾 䌭㝸㠔㛘䪴㩰㝸㛘䪴䌭 㝸㖺䁌 䡅㰊䌭㖺㠔䡅 㪫㛘䙾䔡 䜺䌭 䌭㝸䜺䌭 㬝㛘㬝䡅㰊䌭䡋