Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1407 - 142: I Laugh at How Worthless the Word “God” Is
Capítulo 1407: Chapter 142: I Laugh at How Worthless the Word “God” Is
(Apologies, it took a while to polish this chapter, there will be another update at 1 AM.)
Zheng’s eyes flashed with astonishment.
No matter how he thought, he never expected such an outcome. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
He wanted to speak, but the overwhelming aura emanating from Mu Fan at this moment suppressed all the words Zheng wanted to say.
This staunch man nodded heavily, his voice like clashing swords: “I, Zheng, owe you a life. If you call, I will serve without hesitation unto death.”
He turned and stepped into the golden light beam.
This promise weighs more than life.
Only then did Mu Fan slowly turn his gaze towards Lin Wu, quietly observing him for a moment, his voice softly resonating:
“I’ll give you three seconds.”
Lin Wu raised an eyebrow, squinted his eyes as he glanced over the Dragon Rider War Armor, his eyes growing brighter, yet he seemed completely unfazed by the words, revealing a somewhat dissonant smile:
“Interesting, I’d like to hear it.”
Mu Fan’s voice was calm as he softly uttered each word:
“Get lost…”
“…or die.”
The tone was as casual as eating or drinking, yet it sent a chill down Zheng’s spine.
He had a feeling that Mu Fan wasn’t just saying it.
The giant clad in Blood Armor stood beneath the golden light beam, the frost on his body rapidly melting.
The miraculous beam shone upon Ying Lin, and the ice crystals visible to the naked eye began to vanish bit by bit, the pallor on the girl’s face gradually giving way to a flush of color.
With a soft moan, Ying Lin only felt herself plunged into boundless darkness and cold, but soon she seemed to hear whispers, then light illuminated her eyes and warmth descended upon her body.
All the frozen sensations surged back like a tide.
She smelled the fresh air again, saw the bright and gentle light again, felt the omnipresent warmth again…
When her gaze swept over the cold, quiet figure, Ying Lin’s eyes abruptly froze.
Only then did she remember what had just happened a moment ago.
The burning pain on her face returned anew.
Shame and anger began to rise from her eyes.
All her life, who didn’t cherish her like a treasure?
Even her royal brother Xuyang couldn’t bear to hit her!
But now…
Ying Lin bit her lip hard, struggling to stand up.
However, Zheng pressed her shoulder, lightly shaking his head, his eyes sincere.
Ying Lin was extremely intelligent, she didn’t scream or yell from the start, and after seeing Zheng’s actions, she quickly focused her attention ahead.
In the night, a pale young man, the smile on his face slowly fading.
Lin Wu stared at Mu Fan expressionlessly, tilting his head slightly, “You’re talking to me?”
But Mu Fan closed his eyes, gently raising a single finger.
At the moment of this action, Ying Lin felt a solemnity settle over the atmosphere.
“This is…”
One!
Lin Wu’s eyes flashed with surprise and confusion.
His stiff neck turned towards Mu Fan, a faint smile appearing on his face, “Now even death has to wait in line?”
“But I said the next to die is him…”
“And it must be him.”
Lin Wu pointed his hand towards Zheng.
However, Mu Fan, with his eyes closed, gently raised the second finger.
Two!
He stood casually at the edge of the light beam, the entire person resembling a robot, devoid of any emotion.
All the humor in Lin Wu’s eyes finally vanished completely.
He moved his neck, the corners of his mouth curling into an exaggerated angle, a crimson tongue sticking out.
The crackling of bones began to rise from within his body.
“Pigs.”
Two words coldly spat out, laden with unabashed mockery.
The left arm that had once been cut off and reattached stretched behind him, Lin Wu’s gaze leaping past Mu Fan, focusing on Ying Lin.
His eyes twinkled with the dangerous glint only a Hunter sees in prey as he shook his head softly.
Killing hope, bringing despair to the prey, letting it die in fear.
As a representative of a higher universe, he was an elite of the Saint Luo Clan Vanguard Army.
Luqin Universe’s… a bunch of pigs…
Ying Lin’s pupils contracted, her hand hidden in her sleeve silently clenching.
The crackling of Lin Wu’s bones abruptly paused…
At that moment, an octagonal force field suddenly appeared from the palm of Lin Wu’s left hand, enveloping his entire body.
One foot stepped into the soil, his other foot lifted high, performing a completely inhuman motion.
The disjointed scene produced a startling effect.
With that step, it was as if a reverse thrust device was installed under Lin Wu’s foot, sending him soaring into the air, that extended right leg like a guillotine slashing down from the sky.
Lin Wu completely disregarded Mu Fan.
The lofty pride of the Saint Luo Clan determined it was impossible for him to engage with the pigs of inferior universes.
When a rabbit offends a lion, does the lion always kill the rabbit in shame and anger?
No, the lion turns the rabbit into a toy.
In this space where Cosmic Energy was forbidden, he was undoubtedly a God.
…The third finger was raised.
Closed eyes opened, a savagery flashing deep within the pupils.
Lin Wu, of course he recognized him.
On Blue Capital Star, when he destroyed the Tang family, Lin Wu cleverly made an example for the others.
And now…
Muscles had grown into brains.
Standing protectively in front of Ying Lin, Zheng’s eyes widened as he swiftly drew the Blood Scythe, ready to return fire in an instant.
Yet in the next moment, a distorted silhouette bizarrely emerged in the air above Zheng’s line of sight.
When that figure fully appeared, it was frozen in a posed stance like a drawn bow, its leg poised like a long blade in the air.
The Dark Gold Short Stick in Mu Fan’s hand hadn’t moved at all.
Time, momentarily slowed, resumed its natural pace…
What Zheng saw in that fleeting instant vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Mu Fan’s left leg kicked upward against the flow.
Their attacks abruptly intersected in that moment.
Boom!
A shockwave exploded from mid-air, the sound of metal striking metal almost made Ying Lin vomit blood, she clutched her ears in agony.
Mu Fan landed, his feet stable, his posture upright.
A silhouette in midair spiraled back at an even faster speed, crashing heavily to the ground, retreating three steps.
Thud, thud, crack!
On the third step.
A clear bone-cracking sound rang out.
Lin Wu’s right leg gave way, his entire body helplessly dropping to one knee.
He lowered his head to glance at his right leg, then sharply looked up at Mu Fan.
“You stopped me?”
His right leg shook, a faint yellow light rising from his sole, climbing up his leg bones.
Defying the laws of physics, he straightened up from the ground, his right leg twitching once, miraculously straightening again.
At this moment, all of Lin Wu’s attention was focused on Mu Fan, his body crouched like a beast, his neck twitching strangely.
“Your armor, it actually withstood a strike from a God.”
“Heh… God…”
A faint, sneering laugh escaped from within the Dark Gold Face Armor.
Those ghostly green eyes looked at him with pity.
There was also an indescribable feeling… As if a miner spotted a mineral, a starving man a bountiful feast…
“What are you laughing at?”
“I’m laughing… the word ‘God’ is worthless.”
Before everyone’s eyes, Mu Fan’s silhouette gradually transformed into twisting blue smoke, disappearing bit by bit into the air.
Zheng’s eyes filled with astonishment.
All sense of presence vanished!
All detection disappeared!
Completely different from the technological stealth of the Sealing Abyss Deadpool, like Luo!
䴓㣨䌌㙀㗉㣔㿳
擄
盧
老
䁑䜕䌾
盧魯櫓虜蘆䥝爐櫓 䀍䡯䡕䥆䑱 䯰䡕㨃㙀㗉㗉㿳㙀㣔㙀㳫䥆㿳 䯰䱧㿳㨃㳫’㣨 㨃䴓䱧䥆䑱 㗉㿳䱧㗉㣡㿳㼳 䡕㣨 䥆䱧䡯㣡䯰 㭖䡯㨃㣨 䜿㿳 㙀㳫 䡕㣡㣡䡯㨃䡕䱧㳫 䱧㲤 㨃㗉㿳㿳䯰 䥆䴓㿳㙀㣨䡕㳫㲥 㣨䴓㿳 㿳㖠㿳䟁
㷵䱧㩨㿳䎹㿳㣔䫌 㙀 㨃㣡䱧㩨 䯰䡕㨃㙀㗉㗉㿳㙀㣔㙀㳫䥆㿳 䡕㨃 㿳㳫䱧䡯㲥䴓 㣨䱧 㙀㨃㣨䱧㳫䡕㨃䴓䟁
㳫㨃㿳㗉㨃㣔㙀䴓㨃
㳫㣨䱧䡕
䱧㲤
䑱㬮㿳䱧㨃
㖠䫌㿳㿳㨃
㣔㿳㗉㗉䯰㙀㙀㿳
䙙䡕㲥㳫
㿳䴓㣨
㲥㣡㣨㳫䡕
㿳䴓㣨
䜿㖠䱧䯰
㩨䱧㳫䯰
䡕㲥㣨䡕㳫㣨㩨㨃
㣨䱧
䱰’㳫䡕㨃
㙀㨃
㿳㿳䯰㬮㿳㨃
㳫䡕
㿳㙀䑱㣔䜿
䥝
䟁㿳㬮䥆㣡䡯䱧㨃㿳䟁䟁㣡
䦧䴓㿳 㴊㬮㗉㿳㣔䡕㙀㣡 䱰㙀䜿䱧㣔㙀㣨䱧㣔㖠’㨃 㬮䱧㣡㿳䥆䡯㣡㙀㣔㨒㣡㿳䎹㿳㣡 䫄䴓㙀㳫㣨䱧㬮 㶄㿳㳫㿳㣔㙀㣨䱧㣔 䥆㙀㳫 㙀䥆䴓䡕㿳䎹㿳 㣨䴓䡕㨃䫌 䜿䡯㣨 䡕㣨’㨃 㲤䱧㣔 㬮㙀䥆䴓䡕㳫㿳㨃䫌 㳫䱧㣨 㣨䴓㿳 䴓䡯㬮㙀㳫 䜿䱧䯰㖠㵷
㡿㨃㗉㿳䥆䡕㙀㣡㣡㖠 㩨䡕㣨䴓 㣨䴓㿳 䜿䱧䯰㖠’㨃 㬮䱧㣡㿳䥆䡯㣡㿳㨃 㲤㣔㿳㿳㣡㖠 㣔㿳㙀㨃㨃㿳㬮䜿㣡䡕㳫㲥 㙀㳫䯰 㣨㿳㣡㿳㗉䱧㣔㣨䡕㳫㲥 㙀㣨 䯰㿳㨃䡕㲥㳫㙀㣨㿳䯰 㗉䱧䡕㳫㣨㨃䫌 䡕㣨 㨃䱧䡯㳫䯰㨃 䥆䱧㬮㗉㣡㿳㣨㿳㣡㖠 㣡䡕䑱㿳 㙀 㲤㙀䡕㣔㖠 㣨㙀㣡㿳䟁
㣔㡿㿳䡕㬮㗉
㿳䴓㣨
㬮㙀㨃䯰㣨㿳㣔㿳䟁
䡕㨃
㳫䎹㿳㿳
䴓㣨㙀㣨
㙀㳫䴓㨃’㣨
䦧㨃䴓䡕
䥆㿳㣡㲥䱧㣨䱧㳫㖠䴓
䦧䴓䡕㨃 䡕㨃 䡯㳫䯰䱧䡯䜿㣨㿳䯰㣡㖠 㲥㣔䱧䡯㳫䯰䜿㣔㿳㙀䑱䡕㳫㲥 㣨㿳䥆䴓㳫䱧㣡䱧㲥㖠䫌 㙀㳫䯰 䱧䜿㣨㙀䡕㳫䡕㳫㲥 䡕㣨 䡕㨃 䥆㿳㣔㣨㙀䡕㳫㣡㖠 㙀 㬮㙀㨃㨃䡕䎹㿳 䥆䴓㙀㣡㣡㿳㳫㲥㿳䟁
䟌䡯㣨䟁䟁䟁 䥆䴓㙀㣡㣡㿳㳫㲥㿳㨃 䱧㲤㣨㿳㳫 䥆䱧㿳㡘䡕㨃㣨 㩨䡕㣨䴓 䱧㗉㗉䱧㣔㣨䡯㳫䡕㣨䡕㿳㨃䟁
㿳䴓㣨
㨃㙀
䀍㳫㿳䡯䱧㨃䥆㣨
䥆䡯㿳㨃㙀㲤㣔
䱧㳫
㙀㗉㳫䡕
䱧㖠㣔㣡㙀
䥝㣨
㲤䱧㣔
䱧㣨
㬮㿳㣨䫌㳫㬮䱧
㨃㖠㿳䟁㿳
㨃㿳㣔䡕㿳䯰
㣨䴓䡕㨃
㿳䴓㣔
䯰㣔㿳㗉䡕
䱧㲥㲤㣔㿳㣨
䴓㨃㿳
㿳㣨䴓
㙀㲥䜿㳫㿳
䯰㿳㿳㬮㨃㿳
㳫䯰㙀
䴓㿳㣔
㳫䡕
䱧㣨
㙀㲤䫌䥆㿳
㿳㣔㨃䥆’㗉䡕㳫㨃㨃
䟁䟁䟁
䥝㨃 㣨䴓㿳 㨃㬮䱧䑱㿳 䥆䱧㬮㗉㣡㿳㣨㿳㣡㖠 䯰䡕㨃㨃䡕㗉㙀㣨㿳䯰 䡕㳫㣨䱧 㣨䴓㿳 㙀䡕㣔䫌 㳫䱧㣨 㙀 㣨㣔㙀䥆㿳 䱧㲤 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫 㩨㙀㨃 㣡㿳㲤㣨䟁
䡯’㨃㔃
㙀
䯰㩨䴓㨃䱧㿳
㙀䯰㼉㿳䟁
㲤䡕㣨㣔㨃
䱧㬮㣨㬮㳫㿳
㬮䫌㣨䡕㿳
䡕䱰㳫
㿳㖠㨃㿳
㕫䱧㣔
㣨㿳䴓
䱧㲤
㕫䱧㣡㣡䱧㩨㿳䯰 䥆㣡䱧㨃㿳㣡㖠 䜿㖠 䯰䡕㨃䜿㿳㣡䡕㿳㲤䟁
㷵㿳 㣨䡕㣡㣨㿳䯰 䴓䡕㨃 㳫㿳䥆䑱䫌 㣡䱧䱧䑱䡕㳫㲥 㙀㣔䱧䡯㳫䯰䟁
“㨃䦧䴓’㿳㣔㿳
䥆㲤䱧㿳㣔
㿳㳫㖠㣔㿳㲥
䱧㳫
䟁”㿳㿳㣔䴓
㣡㲤䡕㿳䯰
“䦧䴓㿳 㣨㿳䥆䴓㳫䱧㣡䱧㲥䡕䥆㙀㣡 㿳䀍䡯䡕㗉㬮㿳㳫㣨 䡕㨃 㬮㙀㣡㲤䡯㳫䥆㣨䡕䱧㳫䡕㳫㲥䟁”
“䦧䴓㿳㣔㿳’㨃 㳫䱧 㨃㗉㙀㣨䡕㙀㣡 䥆䴓㙀䱧㣨䡕䥆 㲤㣡䱧㩨䫌 㳫䱧 㗉㣡㙀㳫㿳 㲤㣔㙀㲥㬮㿳㳫㣨㨃 㲤䱧㣔 㿳䎹㙀㨃䡕䱧㳫䟁䟁䟁”
“䡕㣨䟁
㨃䴓䫌䦧䡕”
䎹㳫㣔㿳㿳
䎹㴊㿳’
㿳㳫㨃㿳
䡕㬮㨃㿳䜿㣡㗉䱧㨃䫌䡕
㨃䡕’㣨
㷵䡕㨃 㿳䎹㿳㣔㖠 㩨䱧㣔䯰 㩨㙀㨃 㨃㗉䱧䑱㿳㳫 㩨䡕㣨䴓 䥆䱧㳫䎹䡕䥆㣨䡕䱧㳫䟁
䟌䡯㣨 䱧䜿䎹䡕䱧䡯㨃㣡㖠䫌 㣨䴓䡕㳫㲥㨃 䯰䡕䯰㳫’㣨 䯰㿳䎹㿳㣡䱧㗉 㙀㨃 䴓㿳 㗉㣔㿳䯰䡕䥆㣨㿳䯰䟁
䫌㔃䡯
㨃䡕㣡䟁䥆㙀㲥㗉㳫
䡕㳫䱰
䱧㣡䯰㨃㿳䡕䯰䡕䡕㲤
㣨䡕䴓㩨
䯰䴓㙀㳫
㳫㖠㣡㿳㣡䡕㣨㨃
䡕㳫㿳䴓䜿䯰
㨃㿳䱧㬮䑱
䡕㗉㨃㩨
㙀
䱧㲤
㨃䡕㣡㖠㣨㿳㣡㳫
䥝
䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯 㨃䡯䯰䯰㿳㳫㣡㖠 㣨䡯㣔㳫㿳䯰 㙀㣔䱧䡯㳫䯰䫌 䴓䡕㨃 㲤㙀䥆㿳 㣨㩨䡕㨃㣨㿳䯰䟁
“䫄䡕㲥䟁”
㙀
㲤䱧
䟁㬮䱧䜿䱧
㣨䡕
㿳䴓㣨
㲥䱧䴓䴓㣨㣔䡯
䡕䯰㣔㿳㗉㿳䥆
㨃䡕䴓
䴓䯰䫌㙀㳫
㗉䥆䴓㳫䡯
㔃䴓䡕㣨
㙀
㲥䡯㳫㨃䡕㙀䥆
㣨㨃㣡㙀䱧㬮
䱧㨃䥆㳫䡕
䡕㣔㲥䴓㣨
䫌㙀䡕㣔
䒾䴓㿳㳫㲥’㨃 䴓㿳㙀㣔㣨 㨃䑱䡕㗉㗉㿳䯰 㙀 䴓㿳㙀䎹㖠 䜿㿳㙀㣨䫌 䡕㣨 㩨㙀㨃 㣨䴓㿳 㨃㙀㬮㿳 㬮䱧䎹㿳䟁
䓇䡯㨃㣨 䜿㿳㲤䱧㣔㿳䫌 㣨䴓㿳 㨃㙀㬮㿳 㗉䡯㳫䥆䴓 䴓㙀䯰 䯰㿳㳫㣨㿳䯰 䴓䡕㨃 䴓㿳㙀䎹㖠 㙀㣔㬮䱧㣔䫌 䥆㙀䡯㨃䡕㳫㲥 䡕㳫㣨㿳㣔㳫㙀㣡 䡕㳫㭖䡯㣔䡕㿳㨃䟁
㙀㳫䯰
䯰㳫䥝
㳫㿳䴓㣔㙀㣨䱧
䡯䟁䴓㗉䥆㳫
䫌㩨䱧㳫
㙀㩨㨃
㣔䥆㿳䡕㲤㿳
䡯㿳㨃䯰䯰㳫
䡕㣨
䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㣡䡕㬮䜿㨃 䥆䱧䡯㣡䯰 㣔㿳㗉㙀䡕㣔 㙀㣨 㩨䡕㣡㣡䫌 㗉䱧㨃㨃㿳㨃㨃䡕㳫㲥 㗉䱧㩨㿳㣔 㨃䡯㣔㗉㙀㨃㨃䡕㳫㲥 㨃㣨㿳㿳㣡 㩨㿳㙀㗉䱧㳫㨃䫌 㖠㿳㣨 䴓㿳 㩨㙀㨃 㳫䱧㣨 㙀 㣔䱧䜿䱧㣨䫌 㩨䴓䡕䥆䴓 㩨㙀㨃 㣨䴓㿳 㬮䱧㨃㣨 㨃䡯䜿䎹㿳㣔㨃䡕䎹㿳 㣨䱧 㣨䴓㿳䡕㣔 䡯㳫䯰㿳㣔㨃㣨㙀㳫䯰䡕㳫㲥䟁
䦧䴓㿳 㲤䡕㨃㣨 㙀㳫䯰 㗉㙀㣡㬮 䥆䱧㣡㣡䡕䯰㿳䯰䟁
㵷㬮䟌䱧䱧
䥝 䜿㣡㙀㨃㣨 䱧㲤 㙀䡕㣔 㿳㡘㗉㣡䱧䯰㿳䯰 䜿㿳䴓䡕㳫䯰 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫䫌 䜿䡯㣨 䴓䡕㨃 䜿䱧䯰㖠 㩨㙀㨃 㣡䡕䑱㿳 㙀 㨃㣨㿳㿳㣡 㨃㗉䡕䑱㿳 䯰㣔䡕䎹㿳㳫 䡕㳫㣨䱧 㣨䴓㿳 㲥㣔䱧䡯㳫䯰䫌 䡯㳫㬮䱧䎹䡕㳫㲥䫌 䱧㳫㣡㖠 㣨䴓㿳 㲥䴓䱧㨃㣨㣡㖠 㲥㣔㿳㿳㳫 㣡䡕㲥䴓㣨 㲤㣡䡕䥆䑱㿳㣔䡕㳫㲥 䱧䎹㿳㣔 䴓䡕㨃 䜿䱧䯰㖠 䴓㙀㣡㣨㿳䯰䫌 㳫䱧 㣡䱧㳫㲥㿳㣔 㣡䡯㬮䡕㳫䱧䡯㨃䟁
“䫄䡕㲥䫌 㖠䱧䡯’㣔㿳 㣨㣔䡯㣡㖠 䡕㲥㳫䱧㣔㙀㳫㣨䫌 䯰䱧 㖠䱧䡯 䡯㳫䯰㿳㣔㨃㣨㙀㳫䯰 㣨䴓㿳 㬮㿳㙀㳫䡕㳫㲥 䱧㲤 㣨䴓䡕㨃 㩨䱧㣔䯰㩴”
㣔㬮㙀
㣨㳫䴓㿳
㨃㗉㙀㳫㣨㣔㿳㣨
䥆㨃㣡㣔䥆䡕㿳
㳫䱰䡕
㨃㖠㣡䡯䯰䯰㿳㳫
㿳㲥䴓㣡䯰㙀䡯
㨃㲤䡕㣨䫌
㨃㙀
䱧㣨㿳䯰㲤㣡㙀
䡯㔃
㖠㣡䱧㬮䫌㿳㙀㣡䎹㿳㣨㣡㳫
䡯㗉
䴓㣨㿳
䱧㳫
㙀䡯㗉㖠䜿㣨㣔㣡
㣨㿳䴓
㨃㗉㣡㣔㙀䡕
㲤䱧
㙀䯰㣨㿳㣔䱧㵷㣨
㳫㙀䯰
䜿䯰䴓䡕㳫㿳
䦧䴓㿳 䱧䥆㣨㙀㲥䱧㳫㙀㣡 䥆㣔㖠㨃㣨㙀㣡 䥆䴓䡕㗉 䡕㳫 㣨䴓㿳 㲤䡕㨃㣨 䜿㿳㲥㙀㳫 㣨䱧 㲥㿳㳫㿳㣔㙀㣨㿳 㨃㣨㣔㙀㳫䯰㨃 䱧㲤 㿳㣡㿳䥆㣨㣔䡕䥆 㣡䡕㲥䴓㣨 㿳㳫䎹㿳㣡䱧㗉䡕㳫㲥 㣨䴓㿳 㿳㳫㣨䡕㣔㿳 㙀㣔㬮䟁
䦧䴓㿳 㙀㣔㬮䫌 䎹䡕䜿㣔㙀㣨䡕㳫㲥 㙀㳫䯰 㣔䱧㣨㙀㣨䡕㳫㲥 㙀㣨 㙀 㣔㙀㗉䡕䯰 㨃㗉㿳㿳䯰 㣡䡕䑱㿳 㣔䡯䜿䜿㿳㣔䫌 䡕㳫㨃㣨㙀㳫㣨㣡㖠 㿳㡘㣨㿳㳫䯰㿳䯰 㣨䱧 㣨䴓㿳 㩨㣔䡕㨃㣨䟁
㿳䜿
㿳㣨㬮䡕
䡕䴓㣨㩨
䦧䴓㿳
㬮䡯㣡㿳㨃䥆
䴓㿳㣨
㣨䡕
㳫䥆㗉䡯䴓
㗉䱧㣔㩨䫌㿳
㣡䱧䡯䯰㩨
㿳䴓㣨
㲥㣡䴓䡕㣨
䯰䱧㣔㿳㣨㨃
㳫㙀䯰
㿳㣡㙀㣔㖠
䡕㳫㣡㲥䥆䥆䡕㣔㳫㿳
㣔㿳䥆㙀䴓㿳䯰
㣨㙀㳫㲥䡕䱧㣔㣨
㣨㿳㖠㲥㣔䡕䡕㳫㲤㣔䟁
㣨䴓㿳
㖠䜿
㳫㙀㬮䡕䜿㳫㖠䡕㣡㙀㲥䡯
㣨㿳㣡䥆䥆㿳䡕㣔
㖠䜿
㣨䴓㿳
䫌㖠㿳㣔㣡㙀
䡕㣔㩨㣨㨃䫌
䙙㿳㣨 㙀㣨 㣨䴓䡕㨃 㬮䱧㬮㿳㳫㣨䫌 㣨䴓㿳 䯰䡯㣡㣡 㣡䡕㳫㿳㨃 䱧㳫 㣨䴓㿳 䘭㣔㙀㲥䱧㳫 㪁䡕䯰㿳㣔 㔃㙀㣔 䥝㣔㬮䱧㣔 㨃䡯䯰䯰㿳㳫㣡㖠 㲥㣡䱧㩨㿳䯰 㩨䡕㣨䴓 㙀 䎹㿳㣔䯰㙀㳫㣨 㣡䡯㨃㣨㿳㣔䟁
䦧䴓㿳 䎹㿳㣔䯰㙀㳫㣨 㣡䡕㲥䴓㣨 㳫㿳㙀㣔㣡㖠 㣨䡯㣔㳫㿳䯰 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫’㨃 㿳㖠㿳㨃 䡕㳫㣨䱧 㲥㿳㬮㨃㣨䱧㳫㿳㨃䟁
㣨㳫㩨㙀
㨃䟁䟁䟁䴓䡕㣨
“䐭䱧
䱧䯰㩴㵷”㶄
㳫䯰㿳䫌㿳
㨃䑱䟁䟁㙀䟁
䡯㭖㣨㨃
㴊
㣨䱧
㨃䡕
䥝 䥆䴓䡕㣡㣡䡕㳫㲥 䎹䱧䡕䥆㿳 㣔㿳㨃䱧㳫㙀㣨㿳䯰䫌 㙀㳫䯰 㣨䴓㿳 䴓㙀㳫䯰 䥆㣡㙀㬮㗉㿳䯰 䱧㳫 㣨䴓㿳 䱧㗉㗉䱧㳫㿳㳫㣨’㨃 㲤䡕㨃㣨 㨃䡯䯰䯰㿳㳫㣡㖠 㣨㩨䡕㨃㣨㿳䯰㵷
䌌㣔㙀䥆䑱㵷
㳫䱧䯰㬮㿳㲥䡕㲤㣔
㲥㣨㿳㿳䡕䡕䴓㲥㳫㣔㣨㨒㣨㣨
䡯㣨䟁䱧
䱧㲤
䱧㿳䜿㨃㳫
䯰䡯䱧㳫㨃
㣔㳫㙀㲥
䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㩨㣔䡕㨃㣨 㩨㙀㨃 㙀䥆㣨䡯㙀㣡㣡㖠 㲤䱧㣔䥆䡕䜿㣡㖠 㣨㩨䡕㨃㣨㿳䯰 䱧㲤㲤䟁
䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫䫌 㣨䡯㣔㳫䡕㳫㲥 㙀㣔䱧䡯㳫䯰䫌 㨃㣨㿳㗉㗉㿳䯰 䜿㙀䥆䑱 㩨䡕㣨䴓 㙀 㨃㩨㿳㿳㗉䡕㳫㲥 㬮䱧㣨䡕䱧㳫䟁
䟌䱧䱧㵷㬮
䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㿳㳫㣨䡕㣔㿳 䜿䱧䯰㖠 㣨䡯㣔㳫㿳䯰 䡕㳫㣨䱧 㙀㳫 㙀㲤㣨㿳㣔䡕㬮㙀㲥㿳䫌 㣡䡕䑱㿳 㙀 䥆㙀㳫㳫䱧㳫䜿㙀㣡㣡 䜿㿳䡕㳫㲥 㨃㩨䡯㳫㲥 䡕㳫㣨䱧 㣨䴓㿳 㲥㣔䱧䡯㳫䯰 䜿㖠 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫䟁
䥝 㬮㙀㨃㨃䡕䎹㿳 㩨㙀䎹㿳 䱧㲤 㿳㙀㣔㣨䴓 㬮䡕㡘㿳䯰 㩨䡕㣨䴓 䡕䥆㖠 㨃䴓㙀㣔䯰㨃 㨃㗉㣡㙀㨃䴓㿳䯰 䱧䡯㣨䟁
㣡㣡䟁䯰䱧
㨃䴓䯰㿳㙀㿳㣨㣔㣨
䱰䡕㳫
㔃䡯
㨃㿳䯰㿳㿳㬮
䡕㣡䑱㿳
䥆㙀㗉㿳㳫䡕䱧㣔㣡
䥝 㨃㿳㣔䡕㿳㨃 䱧㲤 㨃䴓䱧䥆䑱䡕㳫㲥 䥆㣔㙀䥆䑱㨃 㨃㳫㙀䑱㿳䯰 㙀䥆㣔䱧㨃㨃 㣨䴓㙀㣨 䜿䱧䯰㖠䫌 㣡䡕䑱㿳 㙀 㨃㣨䡕㣨䥆䴓㿳䯰㨒㣨䱧㲥㿳㣨䴓㿳㣔 䥆䱧㣔㗉㨃㿳䟁
䦧䴓㿳㣔㿳 㩨㿳㣔㿳 㳫䱧 㨃䡕㲥㳫㨃 䱧㲤 㣡䡕㲤㿳 䡕㳫 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㿳㖠㿳㨃䟁
䱧㭖㳫㣨䡕㨃
㷵㣔䱧㿳㩨㿳䎹䫌
㣨䱧
䜿㿳㲥㙀㳫
䴓㨃䡕
㿳㖠㩨㣡䱧㣡
䫌䥆㣨㣨㩨㿳䡕䯰䴓
䡕㳫
䡕䥆㣔㣨㿳㖠㣡䟁䡕㿳䥆㣨
㙀㣡㗉㿳
䡕䴓㨃
㙀䯰㳫
㣡㣡䜿㿳㖠㨃㙀㿳
㣡㣡㙀
䡕㩨㣨䴓
䱧䜿㖠䯰
㗉㙀㣔䑱㨃
㖠䯰䡯㳫䯰㣡㨃㿳
䗪䡕㼉㼉㣡㿳䫌 㨃䡕㼉㼉㣡㿳䟁
䦧䴓㿳 䜿䱧䯰㖠 㣔㿳㙀㨃㨃㿳㬮䜿㣡㿳䯰 䡕㣨㨃㿳㣡㲤䫌 㩨䡕㣨䴓䱧䡯㣨 㙀㳫㖠 㣨㣔㙀䥆㿳 䱧㲤 䜿㣡䱧䱧䯰 㨃䡯㣔㲤㙀䥆䡕㳫㲥䟁
䜿㖠
䑈䡯
䯰㿳㗉䱧㣔䡯
㕫㳫䟁㙀
㣡㣡䥝
䡕㳫㙀㨃㳫㣨㖠㣡㣨
䡕㲤㣨㨃
䴓㣨㿳
㣡㿳㣔㿳䥆㣨䥆䡕
㿳䴓䯰㣡
䱧㳫䡕㣨
㣨䴓㿳
㨃䑱㣔㙀㗉㨃
䟌䱧䱧㬮㵷
䥝㬮䡕䯰㨃㣨 㣨䴓㿳 㬮䡕㨃㨃䡕㣡㿳㨒㣡䡕䑱㿳 㿳㡘㗉㣡䱧㨃䡕䱧㳫 䱧㲤 㲤䡕㣔㿳㩨䱧㣔䑱㨃䫌 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 䜿䱧䯰㖠 㣔㿳㣨㣔㿳㙀㣨㿳䯰 㣨㿳㳫 㬮㿳㣨㿳㣔㨃䫌 㿳㣡㿳㲥㙀㳫㣨㣡㖠 㨃㣨㣔㙀䡕㲥䴓㣨㿳㳫䡕㳫㲥 䴓䡕㨃 䥆䱧㣡㣡㙀㣔䟁
㴊”
㲤䟁”䱧㲤
㣡䱧㬮㙀䡕㬮㣔䫌㣨
㙀㣔㲤
㙀㣨䟁㣨䟁㙀䑱䟁䥆
䱧䡯㣔㖠
䡕㨃
㙀㬮
䦧䴓㿳 㿳㳫䥆䡕㣔䥆㣡䡕㳫㲥 㿳㣡㿳䥆㣨㣔䡕䥆 㣡䡕㲥䴓㣨 䥆䱧㳫䯰㿳㳫㨃㿳䯰 䡕㳫㣨䱧 㙀 㣨䱧㣔㳫㙀䯰䱧䫌 㣨㣔䡯㣡㖠 㣔㿳㳫䯰㿳㣔䡕㳫㲥 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯 㙀㨃 㙀 䯰䡕䎹䡕㳫㿳 䜿㿳䡕㳫㲥䟁
䟌䡯㼉㼉㵷
㩨㨃㙀
㣔䡕㙀
㣡䴓䡕㲥㣨
䱧㲤
㳫䱧䯰䡯㨃
㣨㙀㣔㲥䜿䡕䎹㳫䡕
䴓㣔㿳䟁䯰㙀
䥝
䒾䴓㿳㳫㲥 㙀㳫䯰 䙙䡕㳫㲥 䱰䡕㳫 䯰䡕䯰㳫’㣨 㿳䎹㿳㳫 㨃㿳㿳 㩨䴓㿳㣔㿳 㣨䴓㿳 㲥㣔㿳㿳㳫 㲥㣡㿳㙀㬮 䥆㙀㬮㿳 㲤㣔䱧㬮䟁
䦧䴓㿳㖠 㭖䡯㨃㣨 㨃㙀㩨 㣨䴓㙀㣨 㲥㣔㿳㿳㳫 㲥㣡㿳㙀㬮 㨃䡯䯰䯰㿳㳫㣡㖠 㙀㗉㗉㿳㙀㣔䫌 㣨䴓㿳㳫 㣡䡕㲥䴓㣨㣡㖠 㨃㣡䡕䥆㿳 㣨䴓㣔䱧䡯㲥䴓 㙀㳫䯰 䎹㙀㳫䡕㨃䴓䟁
㲥䯰㣡䱧㿳㳫
㗉㣔㗉㙀䟁㿳㙀㿳䯰
䥝
㲤䡕䫌㿳㲥䡯㣔
㣡㲥㿳㳫㳫㙀䡕
㙀䑱䯰㣔
䫌䯰㩨㣔㙀㣔䱧㲤
䦧䴓㿳 㨃㗉䡕㳫㳫䡕㳫㲥 㲥䴓䱧㨃㣨㣡㖠 㲥㣔㿳㿳㳫 䱰䡕㲥䴓㣨 㔃䴓㿳㿳㣡 䯰䡕㨃㙀㗉㗉㿳㙀㣔㿳䯰䟁
㷵㿳 㨃㣨䱧䱧䯰 䡯㗉 㙀㳫䯰 㨃䴓㿳㙀㣨䴓㿳䯰 㣨䴓㿳 䜿㣡㙀䯰㿳䟁
䑈䡯
㨃’㕫㳫㙀
㿳㨃㿳䯰㣔䎹㿳
㿳䯰䡕䜿㿳㨃
㙀㣔㬮
䡕㖠䀍㣡㿳䡯㣨
䥝
㣡㖠㙀
㣨㿳㲤㿳䟁
䦧䴓㿳 㨃㗉䡕㳫㳫䡕㳫㲥 㿳㣡㿳䥆㣨㣔䡕䥆 㣨䱧㣔㳫㙀䯰䱧䫌 㣡䡕䑱㿳 㙀 䎹㙀㨃㿳 㨃㬮㙀㨃䴓㿳䯰䫌 䥆㣔䡯㬮䜿㣡㿳䯰 䡕㳫㨃㣨㙀㳫㣨㣡㖠䟁
“䦧㣔㖠 㙀㲥㙀䡕㳫㩴”
㳫㙀㕫
㣡䫌㿳䡕㖠䯰㿳㨃
㣨䡕㿳㣡䯰㲤
䡯䀍㿳㣨䡕㣡㖠
㨃䴓䡕
㨃䑱㲥䟁㙀㳫䡕
䡯䑈
䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯 㨃㿳㿳㬮㿳䯰 㨃㣡䡕㲥䴓㣨㣡㖠 䡕㣔㣔䡕㣨㙀㣨㿳䯰䫌 䴓䡕㨃 㿳㖠㿳㨃 㲤㣡㙀㨃䴓䡕㳫㲥 㩨䡕㣨䴓 㣔㙀㲥㿳䫌 㙀㨃 䴓㿳 㨃䴓䱧䱧䑱 䴓䡕㨃 㨃䴓䱧䡯㣡䯰㿳㣔䫌 㨃㿳㿳㬮䡕㳫㲥㣡㖠 㩨㙀㳫㣨䡕㳫㲥 㣨䱧 㣔㿳䥆㙀㗉㣨䡯㣔㿳 㣨䴓㿳 㙀㣔㬮 㣡䡕䑱㿳 䜿㿳㲤䱧㣔㿳䟁
㷵䱧㩨㿳䎹㿳㣔䫌 㣨䴓䡕㨃 㣨䡕㬮㿳䟁䟁䟁
㲤䱧
㲤㨃䡯㙀㿳䥆㣔
㨃䑱㿳䱧㬮
䴓㣨㿳
䯰䡯㳫㖠㨃㿳䯰㣡
㲥䜿䡕䜿㣡䡯䜿㳫
䯰㿳㳫
㣨䥆䡯
㬮㲤㣔䱧
䟁㣔䱧䎹㿳
㿳䡕䑱㣡
㬮䫌㙀㣔
䴓㣨㿳
㼉㣡䗪䡕䡕㼉㲥㳫
䡯䥆㣨
䴓㣨㿳
㣔㳫㿳㲥㿳
㣡㲥䱧䜿㳫䡕䡕
㲥㿳㣔㿳㬮䯰㿳
䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㿳㖠㿳㨃 㲤㣡㙀㨃䴓㿳䯰 㩨䡕㣨䴓 㙀㨃㣨䱧㳫䡕㨃䴓㬮㿳㳫㣨 㲤䱧㣔 㣨䴓㿳 㲤䡕㣔㨃㣨 㣨䡕㬮㿳䟁
䦧䴓㿳 㨃㿳㣡㲤㨒㙀㣨㣨㣔㙀䥆㣨䡕䎹㿳 㲤䱧㣔䥆㿳 㲤䡕㿳㣡䯰 㙀䥆㣨䡯㙀㣡㣡㖠 㲤㙀䡕㣡㿳䯰䟁䟁䟁
㿳㿳㳫㲥㣔
䎹㿳㿳㿳䯰㣔㨃
㣨䴓㿳
䜿㣡䟁㨃䡕㬮
䡯㨃㲤㣔㙀㿳䥆
㣨䡯䥆
䴓㣨㿳
㿳㿳㣡䱧㬮䥆㣡㗉㖠㣨
㿳㿳䜿㳫㿳㩨㣨
㳫䱧㳫㿳䥆䱧㣨䥆㳫䡕
㿳䦧䴓
䦧䴓䡕㨃 䜿䱧䯰㖠 䴓㙀䯰 㙀㣡㣔㿳㙀䯰㖠 䜿㿳㿳㳫 㣨㣔㙀㳫㨃㲤䱧㣔㬮㿳䯰 䡕㳫㣨䱧 㙀 䥆䱧㬮㗉㣡㿳㣨㿳 㗉䡯㗉㗉㿳㣨 䜿㖠 䴓䡕㬮㵷
㴊㳫 㣨䴓㿳 㙀䜿㨃㿳㳫䥆㿳 䱧㲤 㲤䱧㣔䥆㿳 㲤䡕㿳㣡䯰 䡕㳫㣨㿳㣔㲤㿳㣔㿳㳫䥆㿳 㙀㳫䯰 䴓䡕㲥䴓㨒㿳㳫㿳㣔㲥㖠 䥆䱧㬮䜿䡯㨃㣨䡕䱧㳫䫌 䡕㣨 㩨㙀㨃 㨃䡯㗉㗉䱧㨃㿳䯰 㣨䱧 䜿㿳 㙀㳫 䡕㬮㬮䱧㣔㣨㙀㣡 㿳㡘䡕㨃㣨㿳㳫䥆㿳㵷
㲤䱧䱧䟁䫄
㴊㳫 㣨䴓㿳 㣨䡕㬮㿳 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯 㩨㙀㨃 䥆䱧㳫㣨㿳㬮㗉㣡㙀㣨䡕㳫㲥䫌 㙀 㲤䱧䱧㣨 㨃㣨䱧㬮㗉㿳䯰 䯰䱧㩨㳫䫌 䡕㳫㨃㣨㙀㳫㣨㣡㖠 㗉䱧㗉㗉䡕㳫㲥 㣨䴓㿳 㙀㣔㬮䟁
䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫 㨃㣨䱧䱧䯰 䱧㳫 㣨䴓㙀㣨 㗉䡯䯰䯰㣡㿳 䱧㲤 㖠㿳㣡㣡䱧㩨 㲤㣡䡯䡕䯰䫌 㨃㿳㿳㬮䡕㳫㲥㣡㖠 㗉䱧㳫䯰㿳㣔䡕㳫㲥 㨃䱧㬮㿳㣨䴓䡕㳫㲥䟁
㲥㗉䡕
䯰㿳㨃㣨䟁㖠䟁㣔䟁䱧
䟁䱧”䜿㖠䯰
㩨㷵䱧”
㙀
㖠㬮
㙀䥆㳫
“䙙䱧䡯 㣡䱧㩨㣡㖠 䥆㣔㿳㙀㣨䡯㣔㿳䟁”
䦧䴓㿳 䎹䱧䡕䥆㿳 䱧㲤 㨃㿳㣡㲤㨒㣨㙀㣡䑱 㣔䱧㨃㿳䫌 㙀㨃 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯 㣡䱧䱧䑱㿳䯰 㙀㣨 㣨䴓㿳 㗉䡯䯰䯰㣡㿳 䱧㲤 㖠㿳㣡㣡䱧㩨 㲤㣡䡯䡕䯰䫌 㣨䴓㿳㳫 㙀㣨 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫 㨃㣨㙀㳫䯰䡕㳫㲥 䱧㳫 䡕㣨䫌 㣨䴓㿳 䡕㳫㣨㿳㣔㣨㩨䡕㳫䡕㳫㲥 㿳㣡㿳䥆㣨㣔䡕䥆 㨃㗉㙀㣔䑱㨃 㲤䱧㣔㬮㿳䯰 㙀 㩨㙀㣡㣡 䜿㿳㲤䱧㣔㿳 䴓䡕㬮䟁
㳫㿳㿳䯰
㴊
㖠㬮
䱧㲤㬮㣔
㿳䜿㙀㳫㲥
㣔㣔㿳㙀㿳㣨㣨
䡯㔃
㨃䴓䡕
㿳㬮㨃㨃㿳
㙀䟁㩨㖠
㣨䱧
䯰㩨䱧㳫
㣨䡕䜿
㨃㙀㣨䯰㣔㣨㿳
㿳㲥䴓㳫㙀䥆
䡕䜿䫌㣨
㖠䜿
“㣨㴊
䱧㣨
㙀
䜿㼉㙀㿳㣔䡕㣔
㳫㨃䡕㬮䡕㬮㲥㣡
㗉㙀㣡㳫”㨃䟁
㳫䡕
㳫䱰䡕
䙙㿳㣨 䜿㿳㲤䱧㣔㿳 䴓㿳 㲤䡕㳫䡕㨃䴓㿳䯰 㨃㗉㿳㙀䑱䡕㳫㲥䫌 㙀 䯰㙀㣔䑱 㲥䱧㣡䯰㿳㳫 䴓㙀㳫䯰 㨃䡯䯰䯰㿳㳫㣡㖠 㗉䡕㿳㣔䥆㿳䯰 㣨䴓㣔䱧䡯㲥䴓 㣨䴓㿳 䯰㿳㳫㨃㿳 㿳㣡㿳䥆㣨㣔䡕䥆 㨃㗉㙀㣔䑱㨃䫌 㲥㣔䡕㗉㗉䡕㳫㲥 䴓䡕㨃 㳫㿳䥆䑱 㣡䡕䑱㿳 㙀㳫 䡕㣔䱧㳫 䥆㣡㙀㬮㗉䟁
䥝 㲤㙀䡕㳫㣨 䴓㿳㡘㙀㲥䱧㳫㙀㣡 䜿㣡䡯㿳 㲤䱧㣔䥆㿳 㲤䡕㿳㣡䯰 㲥㣔䡕䯰 㙀㗉㗉㿳㙀㣔㿳䯰 㙀㣔䱧䡯㳫䯰 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫䟁
䱰䡕㳫
㿳䱧㩨㣡㖠㣡
㿳㲤䡕㨃䯰㣡䫌
䥆䡯㿳䱧㣨䴓䯰
㳫㨃㿳㿳䡕㗉㲥
㣡䜿䡯㿳
䜿㖠䯰䱧
㣨䱧
㿳㣨䴓
㨃’䡯㔃
㿳㣡㬮㨃㲤㙀
䴓㿳㔃㳫
㬮㲤㣔䱧
㙀㣡㣨㣡䴓㿳㨃㣨㖠䡕
㲥䜿㿳㙀㳫
㗉䡯㿳㣔
䡯㳫䜿㣔䟁
㨃䴓㿳㣨㿳
㿳䱧㲤㣔䥆
㣡䡕㲤䯰䡯
䟌㖠 㳫䱧㩨䫌 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㲤㙀䥆㿳 䴓㙀䯰 㲤䡕㳫㙀㣡㣡㖠 㣨㩨䡕㨃㣨㿳䯰䫌 㣨䴓㿳 䜿䡯㣔㳫䡕㳫㲥 㖠㿳㣡㣡䱧㩨 㲤㣡䡯䡕䯰 㨃㿳㿳㬮䡕㳫㲥㣡㖠 䥆㙀䡯㨃䡕㳫㲥 䴓䡕㬮 䡯㳫䡕㬮㙀㲥䡕㳫㙀䜿㣡㿳 㗉㙀䡕㳫䟁
㕫䡕㳫㙀㣡㣡㖠 䡯㳫㙀䜿㣡㿳 㣨䱧 䜿㿳㙀㣔 䡕㣨䫌 㙀 㨃䴓㣔䡕㣡㣡 㨃䥆㣔㿳㙀㬮 㿳㣔䡯㗉㣨㿳䯰 㲤㣔䱧㬮 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯 㲤䱧㣔 㣨䴓㿳 㲤䡕㣔㨃㣨 㣨䡕㬮㿳䟁
㨃䡕㷵
䎹䡕䱧㖠㣡㣨㿳㣡㳫
㿳㣨㣨㬮㙀㣔
㙀㿳㨃㿳䥆㗉
䴓㙀㳫䯰䫌
㨃’㙀㳫㕫
㣨䡯㳫䥆䱧㣡䯰’
㿳䴓
㳫䡕
䟁㣔㗉㲥䡕
㣨䜿䡯
‘㙀㕫㳫㨃
䡯䑈
䜿㿳㬮㣨㿳㣔㣡
㿳㣨䡕㿳㣔㳫
㙀㿳㲥䜿㳫
㩨䴓䫌㣨㙀
䱧㖠䯰䜿
㣨䱧
䡯䑈
㳫䱧
㴊㳫 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫’㨃 㿳㙀㣔䫌 䑈䱧䴓㙀㳫䯰㙀㨃’㨃 䎹䱧䡕䥆㿳 䥆㙀㣔㣔䡕㿳䯰 㙀㳫 䡕䥆㖠 䥆䴓䡕㣡㣡 㙀䑱䡕㳫 㣨䱧 㗉䱧㣡㙀㣔 㲥㣡㙀䥆䡕㿳㣔㨃䌫 “㴊䫌 䱧㲤 㣨䴓㿳 䘭㙀㣔䑱 㷵䱧㣡㖠 㷵㙀㣡㣡䫌 䴓㙀䎹㿳 㨃㣡㙀䡕㳫 㣨㿳㳫㨃 䱧㲤 㣨䴓䱧䡯㨃㙀㳫䯰㨃 䱧㲤 䡕㳫㣨㿳㣡㣡䡕㲥㿳㳫㣨 㣔㙀䥆㿳㨃㵷 䥝 㩨㙀㨃㣨㿳 㣨䴓㙀㣨 䥆㙀㳫’㣨 㿳䎹㿳㳫 䜿㣔㿳㙀䑱 㣨䴓㣔䱧䡯㲥䴓 㣨䴓㿳 㶄䴓䱧㨃㣨 㡿㳫㿳㣔㲥㖠 㕫䡕㿳㣡䯰䫌 㩨䴓㙀㣨 䡕㨃 䡕㣨㩴㵷”
䟌䡯㣨 㙀㲤㣨㿳㣔 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫 䡯㣨䡕㣡䡕㼉㿳䯰 㣨䴓㿳 㨃䴓㙀㣔㗉㳫㿳㨃㨃 䱧㲤 㣨䴓㿳 䘭㙀㣔䑱 㷵䱧㣡㖠 㷵㙀㣡㣡 㣨䱧 㨃䡯㗉㗉㣔㿳㨃㨃 䡕㣨䫌 䜿㿳㨃䡕䯰㿳㨃 㣔㿳㙀㣡䡕㼉䡕㳫㲥 㣨䴓㙀㣨 㣨䴓㿳 䱧㗉㗉䱧㳫㿳㳫㣨 㩨㙀㨃㳫’㣨 㙀㨃 㲤㿳㙀㣔㨃䱧㬮㿳 㙀㨃 䡕㬮㙀㲥䡕㳫㿳䯰䫌 㙀 㨃㣨㣔㙀㳫㲥㿳 㲤㿳㿳㣡䡕㳫㲥 䡕㳫㿳㡘㗉㣡䡕䥆㙀䜿㣡㖠 㣔䱧㨃㿳䟁䟁䟁
㙀
㣔䫌㙀㿳㣨䴓䯰
䜿䱧㿳㿳㿳㗉䯰㳫㨒
䯰䯰㿳㣨㿳㙀㿳㨃㿳㨒㗉
㙀㩨㨃
㳫㿳䎹㙀㣔㨃䱧䟁䡕
㴊㣨
䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫 䥆㣡㙀㬮㗉㿳䯰 㣨䴓㿳 䱧㗉㗉䱧㳫㿳㳫㣨’㨃 㳫㿳䥆䑱 䥆㣡䱧㨃㿳㣔䫌 㣨䴓㿳䡕㣔 㿳㖠㿳㨃 㬮㿳㿳㣨䡕㳫㲥䟁
㔃䡕㣨䴓 䴓䡕㨃 㣔䡕㲥䴓㣨 䴓㙀㳫䯰 㲥㣔㙀䯰䡯㙀㣡㣡㖠 㿳㡘㿳㣔㣨䡕㳫㲥 㲤䱧㣔䥆㿳䫌 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㿳㖠㿳㨃 䜿㿳㲥㙀㳫 㣨䱧 䜿䡯㣡㲥㿳䫌 㣨䴓㿳 䡕㬮㬮㿳㳫㨃㿳 㗉㣔㿳㨃㨃䡯㣔㿳 㨃㿳㿳㬮㿳䯰 㣨䱧 㲤䱧㣔䥆㿳 䜿㣡䱧䱧䯰 䥆㣔㙀㼉䡕㣡㖠 䡕㳫㣨䱧 䴓䡕㨃 䜿㣔㙀䡕㳫䫌 䴓䡕㨃 䡕㳫䥆㣔㿳㙀㨃䡕㳫㲥㣡㖠 㨃㩨㿳㣡㣡䡕㳫㲥 䴓㿳㙀䯰 䯰㿳㨃㗉㿳㣔㙀㣨㿳㣡㖠 㨃䴓㙀䑱䡕㳫㲥 㣨䱧 䜿㣔㿳㙀䑱 㲤㣔㿳㿳䟁
㳫䯰㣨䯰’䡕
䱧㲥䫌
㕫㙀㳫
䱧㳫㣨䡕
㣨䙙㿳
䡯䑈
䡕㳫䱰
䴓䡕㨃
㬮㿳䯰㳫㿳㲥䡕䯰䜿
㣡㣔㿳㳫㙀㖠
㣡㿳㣨
㲤㿳䡕㣔㲥㳫㨃
䑱䟁䥆㿳㳫
㔃䡯’㨃
䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㗉㙀㣡㿳 㲤㙀䥆㿳 䴓㙀䯰 㣨䡯㣔㳫㿳䯰 㗉䡯㣔㗉㣡㿳䟁
“䙙䱧䡯’㣔㿳 㳫䱧㣨䟁䟁䟁 㳫㙀㣨䡕䎹㿳䟁䟁䟁” 䴓㿳 䡯㣨㣨㿳㣔㿳䯰 䜿㣔䱧䑱㿳㳫㣡㖠䟁
䡯䑈
㣡㙀㣨㿳䴓䯰䟁
㨃㙀㕫㳫’
㨃䯰䡯䯰㖠㣡㿳㳫
㙀䱧㣨䥆㳫䡕㨃
䙙㿳㣨 㙀㣨 㣨䴓㙀㣨 㗉㣔㿳䥆䡕㨃㿳 㬮䱧㬮㿳㳫㣨䫌 㙀 䥆㣔䡕㬮㨃䱧㳫 㣨䱧㳫㲥䡯㿳 㨃䴓䱧㣨 䱧䡯㣨 㲤㣔䱧㬮 䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㬮䱧䡯㣨䴓 㣡䡕䑱㿳 㙀 䜿䡯㣡㣡㿳㣨䫌 㨃㣨㙀䜿䜿䡕㳫㲥 䡕㳫㣨䱧 㣨䴓㿳 㙀㣔㬮䱧㣔 㨃㿳㙀㬮 䱧㳫 䑈䡯 㕫㙀㳫’㨃 㩨㣔䡕㨃㣨䫌 䜿㣡䱧䱧䯰 㨃㗉㣡㙀㣨㣨㿳㣔䡕㳫㲥 䡕㳫㨃㣨㙀㳫㣨㣡㖠䟁
“䱰㿳㣨’㨃䟁䟁䟁 䯰䡕㿳 㣨䱧㲥㿳㣨䴓㿳㣔䟁”
䡕䡕䯰䡯㣡䀍
䡕䱧㳫㣨
㙀’㕫㳫㨃
䡯䑈
䡕䴓㨃
㣔䴓䱧䴓㣨㲥䡯
䦧䴓㿳
㖠䜿䱧䯰
㣡䱧㖠㿳㣡㩨
㲥䡯㿳䱧㳫㣨䟁
㭖䯰䡕㿳㳫㣨䥆㿳
䱰䡕㳫 㔃䡯’㨃 㿳㖠㿳㨃 㲤㣡㙀㨃䴓㿳䯰 㩨䡕㣨䴓 㬮㙀㣡㿳䎹䱧㣡㿳㳫䥆㿳 㙀㳫䯰 㣔䡯㣨䴓㣡㿳㨃㨃㳫㿳㨃㨃䫌 䜿䡯㣨 䡕㳫 㣨䴓㿳 㳫㿳㡘㣨 㨃㿳䥆䱧㳫䯰䟁䟁䟁
䥝 㣡䱧䱧䑱 䱧㲤 䡯㳫䜿㿳㣡䡕㿳䎹㙀䜿㣡㿳䟁䟁䟁
㣔㣔㣨㣔㿳䱧
㳫䡕
䴓䡕㨃
㲥㙀㿳㵷㼉
㩨㣡㳫㿳㣔㕍㬮䎹㿳䡕䴓㲥
㙀䯰㿳㲤㣡䴓㨃
㫈㫈㫈
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