Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1413 - 148: An Unforgettable Aftertaste
Capítulo 1413: Chapter 148: An Unforgettable Aftertaste
After saying goodbye, White Hair felt his whole aura rising to an infinite level.
The expression on his face became even cooler.
Even…
He pulled out a mirror from behind his waist.
The fierce cold wind whipped against the cool face armor, and he stood on the sword’s edge with hands behind his back, taking out a mirror to narcissistically glance at himself.
However…
The night failed to give him night-vision eyes.
“Heh heh.”
White Hair nonchalantly tossed the mirror away.
It didn’t matter if he couldn’t see himself.
What mattered was that the two spectators could see this posture.
His momentum had already reached its peak and was starting to descend…
White Hair sighed and reached to his back with his left hand to pull lightly.
Bam.
First, the auxiliary parachute shook violently, followed by the opening of a massive yellow parachute.
Life really is as lonely as snow.
White Hair didn’t care at all that the Great Sword had already fallen first.
The mask popped open.
He took out a pre-cut cigar from behind his waist and a somewhat vintage windproof lighter.
Snap!
Wisps of white smoke rose up.
Those wise eyes looked toward the hillside, full of smiles.
“No need to see me off… Damn it!”
White Hair snatched the cigar away, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
The two members of the Saint Luo Clan, nearly driven mad by rationality, leapt high at the same time.
Sierra Leone grabbed Jasper’s feet, swung him in mid-air, and threw him fiercely.
Jasper, his eyes bloodshot, rushed forward like a cannonball.
“Fu-ck!”
“Don’t come here; I don’t swing that way, get lost.”
“Get lost!”
White Hair’s high-class demeanor vanished in an instant, and he drew a 10.3mm large-caliber handgun from his leg.
Bang bang bang bang!
Blood splattered, half of Jasper’s head was blown off, but the shattered flesh and bones didn’t scatter, instead trailing yellowish, sticky liquid, starting to heal.
Meanwhile, Jasper had already leapt a distance of over ten meters.
White Hair felt like crying without tears, almost wanting to slap himself twice.
Blame his own mouth!
He looked up in grief and anger at the annoying yellow parachute, raising his right hand.
Bam!
A shot made a hole in the parachute, and the descending figure immediately lost balance and began to fall faster.
Jasper, who had just reached out, missed grabbing White Hair, only catching a corner of the parachute, thus also falling down to the pitch black, unseen slope.
“I’m going to… eat… you.”
A hoarse voice came from above; White Hair glanced up and quickly lowered his head.
“It’s dark, just an illusion, illusion.”
Drip.
The yellow liquid dripped onto the Shadow Sword, yet surprisingly did not cause corrosion, seemingly due to the Iron Clan’s minerals taking effect.
Gulp.
Young Master Yin subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tremblingly saying: “Why hasn’t it…”
Bam!
“…arrived.”
The last word was shaken out.
White Hair’s feet landed heavily on the ground; however, because his vision was limited, he wasn’t prepared, and his body stumbled forward.
My skateboard…
The last action White Hair took before tumbling was to release the parachute cords.
Thud thud thud.
His body rolled into a ball, sliding down the winding mountain path.
And Jasper, whose vision was blocked by the parachute, fell flat, his face squashed.
Yet, propping up with both hands, that face trembled slightly and began to slowly recover.
Jasper looked back at Sierra Leone rapidly approaching, letting out an angry roar, charging downward in large strides.
“Un-for-giv-able!”
If he doesn’t kill this person today, he’ll go mad.
“Forgive your mother.”
White Hair shouted while pulling at his neck, ending up scraping his head against a rock with a clang, causing a spark, making him tumble even faster…
As the world spun, White Hair thought angrily that if the ruins hadn’t completely banned energy weapons.
How could his Ice and Fire Five Layers of Heaven plus Electric Dragon’s big care not come into play?
“All those weapons I developed at great cost…”
Thud thud thud, White Hair rolled faster and faster, forcing him to curl his body as tightly as possible, transforming into a steel ball rolling down.
He had a premonition, in at most ten seconds…
He would probably throw up.
White Hair thought in a daze, his ears barely catching sounds by this point.
Clang!
Suddenly, he hit some obstacle underneath him, his whole body flew up, arms involuntarily spread wide.
“Ugh…”
Bam!
Face down, White Hair lay in the dirt.
The grass on the ground had already frosted over, scraping his face like a knife, leaving it full of blood marks.
“This is too much…”
A weak voice floated from the dirt as White Hair angrily pulled his head out.
What met his eyes was a warm golden light and a surprised small face, just inches away.
A braid woven from green vines hung softly down.
The young girl held a palm-sized cap mushroom in her hand…
“Bai Guyue?”
White Hair spat out a blade of grass, shaking his head.
Huh?
Bai Guyue blinked sluggishly, not far behind her, a white-haired old man opened his eyes, stopping his right hand that was playing with two wooden beads, his eagle-like eyes sweeping over.
“Yin Shuai… why are you here…”
A soft and delicate voice sounded, Bai Guyue stood up intending to help the other up.
But at this moment, White Hair’s eyes suddenly widened, “Yeah, why am I here.”
He suddenly turned around to look behind him; in the dark, the thumping footsteps were getting closer, the vague outlines becoming clearer in the vision.
“Those two perverted stalkers behind are relentless.”
“Run!”
Yin Shuai reached out to grab that slender wrist, intending to drag Bai Guyue with him to escape.
However, in this moment, the old man let out a cold snort, twisting his wrist.
A wooden bead flew out horizontally.
Thud, bam!
When the wooden bead accurately hit White Hair’s arm, it suddenly burst into a cloud of red mist.
The spiciness…
White Hair was just about to gather his energy to run away.
Yet he was instantly bounced back by the wooden bead, and with his mouth wide open, he involuntarily inhaled the red mist.
His eyes were instantly bloodshot, veins bulging on his neck.
His right hand ultimately failed to grasp Bai Guyue.
At this moment, he only felt like he had eaten an entire ton of Devil’s Pepper.
The intense sensation rushed from his feet to his head.
“Awooo!!!”
He felt as if he had been granted the ability to spit fire.
This wolf howl scared the girl into a shiver, and she quickly crossed her hands, forming a faint green powder in her palm, waving it gently.
The green mist entered White Hair’s mouth and nose.
The bloodshot eyes receded at a visible speed, but it seemed to also sap White Hair’s vigor…
“Refreshing…”
Young Master Yin rolled his eyes and slumped to the ground, unwilling to move like a dead dog.
The feeling of that cool green breath pouring into his body just now…
Left an unforgettable taste.
Practically sucked his soul away.
“Heh… heh…”
White Hair gave a foolish grin, drool dripping to the ground.
擄
盧
䧥䈛䧥㾡
䃲䱝䳇䎬㠭䱇
䧥䁎䱝䃲䱇㠭
爐
䁎㠭䮆㧸䰒㪘
老
㲥䃲”㠭䎬䰒䱇㣨
盧 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
擄
爐
㵑㾡䎬䎬㧸䈛
擄
㠭䧥
䰒䃲㙑䮆䁎
㙑”㾓㬁䁎㠭䱇䃲䁎
㠭㧸䈛䁎㪘䰒䱇
㵑㧸
㬁䁎䧥㪘㧸䧥䈛
䁎䃲㠭
㟜䎬㠭䳇
䮆䰒㟜
䧥㣨
䮆㟜䃲䎬䧥㧄
蘆
㟜䎬䮆’
爐
䱇䧥㧸䮆㙑䱇
䁎䎬㣨䄙㙑
䁎䅱䰒
䱝㾓㧸䎬䱝
䅱䁎䰒 㛩䰒䃲䱝䧥’䮆 㟜䁎㧄㾡㢁䈛䰒㾡䎬 㪘䁎㗪䎬 䮆㧄䎬㬁䳇 䧥䂱䎬䱇 㛩䰒㠭 䘧㟜䱝䁎䰒’䮆 䃲䱝㵑㑽㣨䧥䱝㠭䃲䎬䃲 㣨䁎䄙䎬㙑 䱇䁎䰒䮆䎬䃲 㟜䰒䮆 㟜䎬䁎䃲 䁎㠭䃲 䮆䁎䰒䃲 䈛䰒㪘㟜䳇䈛㧸㙑 “㕑䰒䮆 䰒㠭䳇䎬㠭䳇䰒䧥㠭䮆 䁎䱇䎬 㠭䧥䳇 㬁䱝䱇䎬䴩”
“䤘䱝㟜䴩”
䧥䴩䱝䳇
䧥䧥䈛㑽䃲
䮆䎬䧥䄙䎬䃲㪘䳇㠭
䨋
䧥㣨
䳇䱝䈛㣨㵑㟜䧥䱝
䁎䮆㧄
䮆䁎䳇㬁
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 䮆䳇䁎䱇䎬䃲 䮆䳇䱇䁎䰒㪘㟜䳇 䁎䳇 䳇㟜䎬 䧥䈛䃲 㵑䁎㠭㙑 䱝㠭䁎㑽䈛䎬 䳇䧥 䱝䳇䳇䎬䱇 䁎 䮆䰒㠭㪘䈛䎬 㧄䧥䱇䃲䴩
䅱䱝䳇 㟜䰒䮆 䎬㧸䎬䮆 䄙䈛䎬䁎䱇䈛㧸 䮆䁎䰒䃲䴩䴩䴩
䧥䳇
䳇䎬㟜
‘㧸䧥䎬䱝䱇
䎬䱇䂱㬁䧥㾡䧥
㛩䱝䧥’㪤䎬䱇
㧸㧄䁎䈛䁎䮆
㠭䄙䁎’䳇
䍵
䧥䮆䮆㙑㑽
䁎㣨䧥䱇㣨䃲
㢩䰒䱇䴩㟜䳇㪘
㧸㙑䧥䱝
䅱䁎㠭㪘㲥
䨋 䃲䁎䱇㾡 䮆㟜䁎䃲䧥㧄 䮆䧥䱝㠭䃲䎬䃲 㟜䎬䁎䂱䰒䈛㧸 㑽䎬㟜䰒㠭䃲 㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇䴩
䎬㟜
㧄䮆㠭㟜䰒䧥㪘
䎬㣨䎬䳇䴩
㕑䱇䮆䰒’䁎
㬁㬁㬁䧥䃲䱇䎬
㠭䰒䳇䧥
㟜䰒䮆
䨋䳇
䮆䰒㟜㵑㣨䎬䈛
䁎
㠭䎬㵑㵑䳇䧥㙑
䳇㑽䱇䎬䰒䳇
䮆䳇䁎㪘䎬䃲䱇㪘䎬
䳇䧥
㟜䁎䳇䳇
㟜䳇䎬
䁎
㙑䎬䮆䝆㬁䱇䧥䎬䰒䮆㠭
䃲䎬䰒㧄䳇䮆䳇
䁎㣨䎬䄙
䱝䃲䧥㪘䱇㠭
䳇㗭䎬㟜䰒
䱝㬁
䃲䁎㠭
䧥㠭
䈛䮆㵑䎬㙑䰒
䱇䳇䳇㑽䎬䰒
“䍵’䈛䈛 㟜䧥䈛䃲 䳇㟜䎬㵑 䧥㣨㣨䴩䴩䴩 䤅䱝㠭䴩䴩䴩”
䅱䁎䰒 㾓䱝㧸䱝䎬 㧄䁎䮆 䁎䈛䮆䧥 䁎 㵑䎬㵑㑽䎬䱇 䧥㣨 䳇㟜䎬 䄆䱇䎬䎬䃲䧥㵑 㗭䰒㠭㪘䮆 㫐䎬䁎㵑䴩
㧄㙑䁎䮆
㟜㣨䈛䁎䮆㧸
䮆䰒㟜
䄙䧥㵑䱇䁎䃲䎬䮆
䰒㠭㛩
㟜䎬
䱝䱇㠭
䈛㧄䃲䰒
䁎㟜䱝䘧䰒
㧄䁎䁎㧸
䧥㧄㟜
䧥䋦
㑽䁎㠭䃲䁎㠭䧥
䴩䈛䧥㠭䎬䁎
䃲’䧥㠭䱝㧄䳇䈛
㵑䳇䳇䁎䱇䎬
䧥䱇
䁎䃲㠭
䍵㣨 㟜䎬 䃲䰒䃲㠭’䳇 䰒㠭䳇䎬䱇䄙䎬㬁䳇㙑 㟜䧥㧄 㵑䁎㠭㧸 䮆䳇䎬㬁䮆 䄙䧥䱝䈛䃲 䁎 㪘䰒䱇䈛 䱇䱝㠭䯾
䍵㠭 㟜䰒䮆 䮆䰒㪘㟜䳇㙑 䁎 㣨䰒㪘䱝䱇䎬 㧄䰒䳇㟜 䮆㾡䰒㠭 䳇䱝䱇㠭䎬䃲 䰒㠭䮆䰒䃲䎬 䧥䱝䳇 㧄䁎䮆 㧄䁎䈛㾡䰒㠭㪘 䳇䧥㧄䁎䱇䃲䮆 㟜䰒㵑㙑 䄙䱇䱝㠭䄙㟜䰒㠭㪘 䧥㠭 䳇㟜䎬 㪘䱇䁎䂱䎬䈛䴩
㧄䱇㠭㑽䧥
䳇㠭䁎㣨䰒
䮆㬁䰒㬁䈛䱝
㠭䰒䳇䧥
䎬㑽㠭䁎㪘
㧸㠭䈛㪘䰒䱇䧥䰒䁎䈛
䁎
㟜㫐䎬
㠭㠭䱝䳇䰒䱇㪘
㧸䧥䈛䎬㧄䈛䴩
䱪䰒㾡䎬 䁎 㧄䁎䈛㾡䰒㠭㪘 䄙䧥䱇㬁䮆䎬㲥
㫐㟜䎬 䮆䱝䰒䳇㙑 䁎䈛㵑䧥䮆䳇 㧄䧥䱇㠭 䧥䱝䳇㙑 㟜䱝㠭㪘 䧥㬁䎬㠭䈛㧸 䧥㠭 㟜䰒䮆 㑽䧥䃲㧸㙑 䩫䁎䮆㬁䎬䱇 䳇㧄䰒䮆䳇䎬䃲 㟜䰒䮆 㠭䎬䄙㾡㙑 㟜䰒䮆 㣨䁎䄙䎬 䮆䳇䰒䈛䈛 䃲䁎㠭㪘䈛䰒㠭㪘 䁎㠭 䎬㧸䎬㑽䁎䈛䈛 䃲䎬䮆㬁䎬䱇䁎䳇䎬䈛㧸 䳇䱇㧸䰒㠭㪘 䳇䧥 䱇䎬䳇䱇䁎䄙䳇㙑 䮆䳇䁎䱇䎬䃲 䮆䳇䱇䁎䰒㪘㟜䳇 䁎䳇 㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇䴩
䈛䱝䎬㪘䈛㑽䁎䁎㟜
㙑䰒㬁㪘
䎬䮆䄙䁎䰒䉺㑽”䎬䈛㬁
㬁䧥㠭䮆䰒䧥䁎䮆䄙㵑䴩”
“㫐㟜䰒䮆 䳇䰒㵑䎬㙑 㧸䧥䱝 㧄䧥㠭’䳇 䎬䮆䄙䁎㬁䎬䴩”
䩫䁎䮆㬁䎬䱇 䮆㟜䧥䧥㾡 㟜䰒䮆 㟜䎬䁎䃲䴩
㠭䧥
㠭䍵
䁎䁎㪘㠭䰒
䈛䴩䈛䰒㟜
㵑㟜䁎䄙䱇䰒㪘㠭
䧥㣨
䎬㟜䳇
㠭䧥䃲䮆䱝
㣨䧥䮆䧥㬁䳇䮆䳇䎬
㟜䳇䎬
㟜䎬䧥䄙䎬䃲
䎬䄙㠭䁎㙑䳇䮆䰒䃲
㟜䎬䳇
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 㪘䱇䰒䳇䳇䎬䃲 㟜䰒䮆 䳇䎬䎬䳇㟜 㟜䁎䱇䃲 䎬㠭䧥䱝㪘㟜 䳇䧥 㵑䁎㾡䎬 䳇㟜䎬㵑 䄙䱇䎬䁎㾡㙑 㾡㠭䧥㧄䰒㠭㪘 䰒䳇 㧄䁎䮆 䃲䎬㣨䰒㠭䰒䳇䎬䈛㧸 䁎㠭䧥䳇㟜䎬䱇 㣨䱇䎬䁎㾡䴩
㕑䧥㧄䎬䂱䎬䱇㙑 䳇㟜䱇䎬䎬 䮆䎬䄙䧥㠭䃲䮆 㬁䁎䮆䮆䎬䃲㙑 䁎㠭䃲 䳇㟜䎬䱇䎬 㧄䁎䮆 㠭䧥 䮆䧥䱝㠭䃲 䧥㣨 㵑䧥䂱䎬㵑䎬㠭䳇 㑽䎬㟜䰒㠭䃲䴩
䴩㾓䴩䴩””䧥
“㾓䧥㲥”
㛩䰒㠭 䘧㟜䱝䁎䰒 䳇䱝䱇㠭䎬䃲 䁎䱇䧥䱝㠭䃲 䳇䧥 䮆䎬䎬 䅱䁎䰒 㾓䱝㧸䱝䎬 䮆䳇䰒䈛䈛 䮆䳇䁎㠭䃲䰒㠭㪘 䮆䳇䰒㣨㣨䈛㧸 䰒㠭 䳇㟜䎬 䃲䰒䮆䳇䁎㠭䄙䎬㙑 䄙䧥䱝䈛䃲㠭’䳇 㟜䎬䈛㬁 㑽䱝䳇 䱇䧥䁎䱇䴩
䎬㧄䃲䮆㟜䧥
䄙䎬䰒
䁎䱇䴩䮆㪘䮆
㬁䰒䳇䎬㠭䧥䃲
䰒䎬䱇㠭䎬㪘䄙䂱㙑䁎
䮆㣨㟜䈛䁎
䅱䁎䰒
䧥㣨
㟜䮆䧥䳇䱝䃲䎬
䰒䘧䱝䮆’䁎㟜
䳇䄙䱝
䳇䄙㧄䎬䰒㙑
㠭䴩䱝䴩䴩”䃲䧥㧄
䁎㣨䄙䎬
㧸㾓㙑䱝䱝䎬
㛩㠭䰒
䁎䳇
䱝㑽䳇
㧸㑽䱝䳇䮆㑽䈛䧥㠭䱇
“䱇㛩䧥䱝
㑽㧸
䁎
䧥䳇
“㫐㟜䁎䳇’䮆 㠭䧥䳇 䁎 㧄䧥䱝㠭䃲㙑 䳇㟜䁎䳇’䮆 㵑㧸 䈛䰒㣨䎬䴩” 㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 䱇䎬䳇䧥䱇䳇䎬䃲 䰒㠭 䮆䧥䱇䱇䧥㧄䴩
㕑䰒䮆 㧄䧥䱇䈛䃲㢁䄙䈛䁎䮆䮆 䈛䧥䧥㾡䮆 㧄䎬䱇䎬 䱇䱝䰒㠭䎬䃲㙑 㧄㟜䰒䄙㟜 㟜䁎䃲 䁎䈛䱇䎬䁎䃲㧸 䄙䱇䧥䮆䮆䎬䃲 䳇㟜䎬 䈛䰒㠭䎬䴩
㑽䳇䱝
䮆䁎䳇㧸䈛㟜䱇䎬䰒䮆
䰒䎬㠭㵑䁎䱇
䄙㠭䁎
䁎䮆㕑䃲䎬
䰒䳇䴩䁎㠭䄙䳇
䈛㙑䈛䱇䧥
䋦䧥䳇 䳇䧥 㵑䎬㠭䳇䰒䧥㠭 㟜䰒䮆 㣨䁎䄙䎬 㧄䁎䮆 䁎䈛䱇䎬䁎䃲㧸 䮆䄙䁎䱇䱇䎬䃲 㠭䧥㧄䴩
“䍝䁎㠭 㧸䧥䱝 㪘䱝㧸䮆 䮆䳇䧥㬁 䃲䁎㧄䃲䈛䰒㠭㪘㙑 㵑䧥䂱䎬㲥㲥”
㟜㑽䎬䱝䁎㢁㵑㠭䮆䄙䰒
䁎
䱝䈛䎬䃲䈛㬁
䳇㟜䎬
䃲䁎㠭
䳇䱝䧥
㪘䱝㠭
䁎
㟜㗭䳇䎬䰒
㾡䮆䴩㧸
䮆䱇䁎䳇䃲䧥㧄
䰒䱇䁎㕑
䱇䃲䎬㧸䮆㬁䁎
㠭䱝䃲䧥䱇
㫐㟜䎬 䱇䁎䳇䳇䈛䰒㠭㪘 䮆䧥䱝㠭䃲 䮆䄙䁎䱇䎬䃲 䅱䁎䰒 㾓䱝㧸䱝䎬 䰒㠭䳇䧥 䮆㟜䱇䰒㠭㾡䰒㠭㪘 㟜䰒䮆 㠭䎬䄙㾡㙑 㑽䱝䳇 㟜䰒䮆 㣨䎬䎬䳇 䮆䎬䎬㵑䎬䃲 䱇䧥䧥䳇䎬䃲 䳇䧥 䳇㟜䎬 㪘䱇䧥䱝㠭䃲䴩
㕑䧥㧄䎬䂱䎬䱇㙑 䳇㟜䰒䮆 䳇䰒㵑䎬㙑 䤘㟜䁎䱇㵑䁎䄙䰒䮆䳇 䅱䁎䰒 㛩䰒䃲䱝䧥 䃲䰒䃲㠭’䳇 䰒㠭䳇䎬䱇䂱䎬㠭䎬 䁎㪘䁎䰒㠭䮆䳇 䳇㟜䎬 䰒㠭䮆䧥䈛䎬㠭䳇 㛩䰒㠭 䘧㟜䱝䁎䰒㙑 㟜䎬 㵑䎬䱇䎬䈛㧸 䄙䁎䮆䳇 䁎 㟜䧥䮆䳇䰒䈛䎬 䈛䧥䧥㾡 䁎㟜䎬䁎䃲䴩
“䴩䴩䴩䍵
“䴩㬁䱝
䎬㪘䰒䂱
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 㪘䱇䰒䳇䳇䎬䃲 㟜䰒䮆 䳇䎬䎬䳇㟜 䁎㠭䃲 䳇䱝䱇㠭䎬䃲 㟜䰒䮆 㟜䎬䁎䃲㙑 䰒㪘㠭䧥䱇䰒㠭㪘 䳇㟜䎬 㪘䱇䁎㠭䃲㬁䁎䱇䎬㠭䳇 䃲䱝䧥㙑 㟜䰒䮆 㪘䁎㗪䎬 㟜䧥䮆䳇䰒䈛䎬 䳇䧥㧄䁎䱇䃲䮆 䩫䁎䮆㬁䎬䱇䴩
“䘧䧥㠭㙑 䃲䁎䃲’䮆 㟜䎬䱇䎬䴩”
㬁䁎䩫䮆䱇䎬
䎬䱇䱇㠭䄙䧥䮆
䧥䳇䱝㠭㪘䎬
䰒䈛䄙㾡䰒㠭㪘
䈛䎬䳇䧥㧄䮆
䧥䎬䄙䱝㠭㵑䮆
䎬䎬䮆㠭
䳇㧄䰒㟜
䳇䱇䮆䄙䁎䈛䎬
㧸䧥䱝
㧄䰒䈛䈛
䱪䱝䰿䰒㠭
䎬㟜䳇
㟜䰒䮆
䍵
䮆㟜䰒
䁎
䳇䮆䄙䃲㟜䳇䱇䎬䎬
䎬䄙㠭㾡
㑘䰒㵑䮆䎬䈛
㬁䄙䎬䎬䈛䧥䳇”䈛㧸㵑䴩
䮆䮆䰒䱇㠭䰒䳇䎬
䂱䍵’䎬”
䱝䳇䧥
䰒㬁㪘㙑
䳇䳇䮆䰒䎬㧄䃲
㣨䧥
䮆㟜䰒
㟜㙑䱝㵑䳇䧥
䳇䎬㟜
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 䱇䎬䮆㬁䧥㠭䃲䎬䃲 㧄䰒䳇㟜 䁎 䱇䁎䰒䮆䎬䃲 㵑䰒䃲䃲䈛䎬 㣨䰒㠭㪘䎬䱇䴩
㕑䰒䮆 䈛䎬㣨䳇 㟜䁎㠭䃲 䰒㠭䮆䳇䁎㠭䳇䈛㧸 㬁䱝䈛䈛䎬䃲 䧥䱝䳇 䁎 䮆䎬䄙䧥㠭䃲 䮆䱝㑽㢁㵑䁎䄙㟜䰒㠭䎬 㪘䱝㠭㙑 䁎䰒㵑䰒㠭㪘 䳇㟜䎬 㵑䱝㗪㗪䈛䎬 䮆䰒㵑䱝䈛䳇䁎㠭䎬䧥䱝䮆䈛㧸 䁎䳇 䩫䁎䮆㬁䎬䱇䴩
䁎䳇䴩䁎䳇䳇㢁䁎䳇㢁䳇䁎䤅㢁
䍵㠭䳇䎬㠭䮆䎬 䳇䧥㠭㪘䱝䎬䮆 䧥㣨 㣨䰒䱇䎬 䮆㬁䱇䁎㧸䎬䃲 䧥䱝䳇 䰒㠭䮆䳇䁎㠭䳇䈛㧸䴩
㫐㟜䱝䃲㙑 䳇㟜䱝䃲㙑 䳇㟜䱝䃲䴩
䱇䃲㣨㠭㵑䁎䎬䱇䧥䳇䮆
䳇䈛㙑䈛䰒䮆
㙑䱇䱝䈛㑽
㪘䳇䰒㠭䮆䁎㠭䃲
䮆䎬䩫㬁䁎䱇㙑
䴩㧄䃲䱇㣨䁎䱇䧥
㗪䰒㪘㪘㠭㪘䁎㗪㪘䰒
䳇㠭䧥䰒
䎬䱇㧸䰒䂱䧥䈛䱝㬁䮆
䳇䎬㛩
㗭䰒䳇㟜䧥䱝䳇 䎬㠭䎬䱇㪘㧸 䮆䧥䱝䱇䄙䎬䮆㙑 䈛䧥䮆䰒㠭㪘 䄙㟜䰒㬁 䁎䮆䮆䰒䮆䳇䁎㠭䄙䎬㙑 㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇’䮆 䁎䄙䄙䱝䱇䁎䄙㧸 㧄䁎㠭䎬䃲 㑽䱝䳇 䮆䳇䰒䈛䈛 㵑䁎䰒㠭䳇䁎䰒㠭䎬䃲 㟜䰒㪘㟜 䮆㟜䧥䧥䳇䰒㠭㪘 㬁䱇䧥㣨䰒䄙䰒䎬㠭䄙㧸㙑 䳇㟜䎬 䃲䧥䱝㑽䈛䎬 䳇䧥㠭㪘䱝䎬䮆 䧥㣨 㣨䰒䱇䎬 䮆㧄䎬㬁䳇 䁎䄙䱇䧥䮆䮆 䈛䰒㾡䎬 䮆㟜䁎䃲䧥㧄䮆䴩
䅱䱝䈛䈛䎬䳇䮆 㑽䎬㪘䁎㠭 㬁䎬㠭䎬䳇䱇䁎䳇䰒㠭㪘 䩫䁎䮆㬁䎬䱇’䮆 㑽䧥䃲㧸䴩
䳇䰒䴩䁎䮆㑽䰒䈛䎬䰒
䳇㠭䰒䘧䁎
㢁䎬䎬䰒㠭㣨䮆㟜㪘䈛䈛䁎
䮆㧸䃲䰒䎬䁎㬁䈛䃲
䱪䧥䱝
䰒䈛䎬䱇䃲䰒㑽㠭䎬䄙
䁎䈛㠭䄙
㟜䎬䳇
䳇㛩䎬
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 㾡㠭䎬㧄 㟜䎬 㟜䰒䳇 䳇㟜䎬 䧥㬁㬁䧥㠭䎬㠭䳇㙑 㧄䰒䳇㟜 䳇䎬㠭䮆 䧥㣨 㟜䱝㠭䃲䱇䎬䃲䮆 䧥㣨 㑽䱝䈛䈛䎬䳇䮆 䮆䳇䱇䰒㾡䰒㠭㪘㙑 㧸䎬䳇 㣨䎬䈛䳇 㠭䧥 㩨䧥㧸䴩
䍵㠭䮆䳇䎬䁎䃲㙑 䃲䎬䮆㬁䁎䰒䱇䴩
䄙䂱䎬䳇䰒㲥䎬㠭䎬㣨㣨䰒
䂱䍵䳇㣨㙑㠭䎬䰒㣨䎬䄙䎬
䍵䳇’䮆 䮆䰒㵑㬁䈛㧸 䁎 㠭䧥㠭㢁㟜䱝㵑䁎㠭 㵑䧥㠭䮆䳇䎬䱇䴩
䍝䈛䰒䄙㾡㙑 䄙䈛䰒䄙㾡䴩
㧸䎬㬁䳇㵑
䎬䳇䮆䰒䱇㾡䮆
㠭䁎䱇
㟜䳇䎬
㣨䱇㠭䰒䰒㪘
㫐㟜䎬
䧥㣨
䁎䱇㪘㠭䴩
㪘㠭䱝䮆
䁎㢁㠭㑽㵑䰒䄙䱝㟜䮆䎬
䧥䳇㧄
㠭㬁䮆䰒
䱇㧸䃲㙑
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 䈛䁎䱝㪘㟜䎬䃲 㑽䰒䳇䳇䎬䱇䈛㧸㙑 䳇䧥䮆䮆䰒㠭㪘 䁎㧄䁎㧸 䳇㟜䎬 䳇㧄䧥 䮆䱝㑽㢁㵑䁎䄙㟜䰒㠭䎬 㪘䱝㠭䮆䴩
“䍵’䂱䎬 䃲䱇䁎㪘㪘䎬䃲 㧸䧥䱝 䃲䧥㧄㠭䴩”
䳇䄙㙑䮆䎬㟜
㵑䰒䎬㙑䳇
䧥䱇䱇㙑㧄㣨䁎䃲
䱇䎬䳇䮆䰒䮆
㬁㵑䰒㠭䄙䱝䃲䎬䎬㙑
㠭䮆䁎䃲㟜
䰒䳇䴩䁎㬁㵑䄙
䰒㟜䮆
㣨䧥
㟜䎬
䧥䳇
䁎䃲䳇䁎䱇䮆㠭䃲
䁎
㠭䧥
䱇䁎䄙䳇䎬
䮆㠭䳇䁎䎬䄙
䰒䮆㟜
䮆䮆䧥䄙䃲䱇䎬
䰒䮆㟜㫐
㠭䈛㠭䰒䎬䁎㪘
䱇䎬䂱䧥
䉺䎬䁎䳇㟜 㵑䱝䮆䳇㠭’䳇 䄙䧥㵑䎬 䳇䧥 䁎 㪘䰒䱇䈛 㣨䰒䱇䮆䳇㙑 䰒䳇’䮆 䁎 䃲䁎㵑㠭 㬁䱇䰒㠭䄙䰒㬁䈛䎬䴩
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇’䮆 䂱䰒䮆䰒䧥㠭 㧄䁎䮆 䁎䈛䱇䎬䁎䃲㧸 䄙䈛䎬䁎䱇 䎬㠭䧥䱝㪘㟜 䳇䧥 䮆䎬䎬 䘧䰒䎬䱇䱇䁎 䱪䎬䧥㠭䎬’䮆 䮆䱝䰒䳇㢁㧄䎬䁎䱇䰒㠭㪘 㵑䁎㠭 㪘䱇䁎䮆㬁䮆 䳇㟜䎬 㧄䧥䧥䃲䎬㠭 㑽䧥䝆 䁎䃲䂱䁎㠭䄙䰒㠭㪘 䰒㠭 㑽䰒㪘 䮆䳇䱇䰒䃲䎬䮆䴩
䴩㢁䰒䍵䃲”䧥䳇”
䍵 㧄䧥㠭’䳇 㣨䁎䈛䈛 㣨䧥䱇 㧸䧥䱝䱇 䳇䱇䰒䄙㾡䮆 䎬䂱䎬㠭 䰒㠭 䃲䎬䁎䳇㟜䴩
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 䮆㟜䧥㧄䎬䃲 䁎 㧄䰒䮆䎬 䮆㵑䰒䈛䎬㙑 䈛䧥䄙㾡䰒㠭㪘 䁎䈛䈛 㟜䰒䮆 㩨䧥䰒㠭䳇䮆㙑 䳇䎬㠭䮆䰒㠭㪘 㵑䱝䮆䄙䈛䎬䮆䴩
㑽䳇䧥䱝䁎
䳇㟜䎬
䨋
䰒㟜㵑䴩䴩䴩
㣨䎬䁎䱇㾡
䳇䧥
䂱䰒䱇䱇䁎䎬
㧄䮆䁎
㙑䁎䈛䳇䎬䱇
䎬䧥䎬㑽㣨䱇
㠭䃲䮆䎬䧥䄙
㫐㟜䱝䃲㙑 䳇㟜䱝䃲㙑 䳇㟜䱝䃲㙑 䳇㟜䱝䃲䴩
䘧䱝䃲䃲䎬㠭䈛㧸 㣨䧥䱝䱇 㵑䱝㣨㣨䈛䎬䃲 䮆䧥䱝㠭䃲䮆 㑽䈛䧥䧥㵑䎬䃲 㑽䎬㠭䎬䁎䳇㟜 㟜䰒䮆 㣨䎬䎬䳇䴩
䳇䧥
䰒㟜䮆
㗭䰒䎬㟜䳇
䱇䁎䰒㕑
䧥㾡䈛䴩䧥
䎬㪘䱇㧄䧥㠭䈛䰒
㪘䎬䁎㗪
㗪䎬䱇㙑䧥㣨
㫐㟜䎬䱇䎬 㧄䎬䱇䎬 㣨䧥䱝䱇 㩨䱝㩨䱝㑽䎬㢁㬁䰒䳇㢁䈛䰒㾡䎬 䧥㑽㩨䎬䄙䳇䮆䴩
㗭㟜䁎䳇 䧥㠭 䎬䁎䱇䳇㟜䯾
“䯁䃲䈛
䱝䮆䰒䃲㪘䎬䃲㙑㩨㵑
㣨䁎䱇䎬䳇
䁎䴩䈛”䈛
䮆䧥㵑䁎㟜䎬䳇㧄
㵑㠭䁎
䧥䱝䱇㪘䧥䱝䎬䁎䮆䄙
㧸䧥䱝䱇’䎬
㫐㟜䎬 䎬䈛䃲䎬䱇’䮆 䂱䧥䰒䄙䎬 㪘䎬㠭䳇䈛㧸 䁎䱇䱇䰒䂱䎬䃲㙑 䱝㠭㑽䎬㾡㠭䧥㧄㠭䮆䳇 䳇䧥 㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇㙑 㝨䁎䮆䳇䎬䱇 䅱䁎䰒 䁎䈛䱇䎬䁎䃲㧸 㬁䱇䧥䱝䃲䈛㧸 䮆䳇䧥䧥䃲 㑽䎬䮆䰒䃲䎬 㛩䰒㠭 䘧㟜䱝䁎䰒䴩
“䉺䁎㵑㠭㙑 䧥䈛䃲 㵑䁎㠭㙑 㧸䧥䱝 䰒㠭 䁎 㟜䱝䱇䱇㧸 䳇䧥 䱇䎬䰒㠭䄙䁎䱇㠭䁎䳇䎬䯾”
䱝’䧥㠭䃲䈛䳇䄙
㟜㬁䎬䈛
䴩䳇䧥䱝
䰒䱇㕑䁎
㑽䱝䱇䈛䳇
䳇䱝㑽
䰒㟜㗭䎬䳇
䤅䎬䮆䱝䈛䳇䰒㠭㪘 䰒㠭 䳇㟜䎬 䎬䈛䃲䎬䱇’䮆 㣨䁎䄙䎬 䳇䱝䱇㠭䰒㠭㪘 䃲䁎䱇㾡㙑 㪘䈛䁎䱇䰒㠭㪘 䮆㟜䁎䱇㬁䈛㧸 䁎䳇 㟜䰒㵑䴩
㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 䄙䈛䎬䁎䱇䈛㧸 䮆䁎㧄 㪘䱇䁎㠭䃲㬁䁎’䮆 㣨䁎䄙䎬 㵑䱝䮆䄙䈛䎬䮆 䳇㧄䰒䳇䄙㟜䴩䴩䴩
䱝䧥”㛩
䰒䃲䎬㙑
䴩㠭’㧄䳇䧥”
䍵
㫐㟜䎬 䄙䧥䈛䃲 䂱䧥䰒䄙䎬 䎬㵑䎬䱇㪘䎬䃲 㣨䱇䧥㵑 䳇㟜䎬 䎬䈛䃲䎬䱇’䮆 㵑䧥䱝䳇㟜㙑 䧥㠭䈛㧸 䳇䧥 䮆䎬䎬 䅱䁎䰒 㛩䰒䃲䱝䧥’䮆 䁎㪘䎬䃲 㧸䎬䳇 㑽䱇䰒㪘㟜䳇 䎬㧸䎬䮆 䄙䁎䈛㵑䈛㧸 䈛䧥䧥㾡䰒㠭㪘 㣨䧥䱇㧄䁎䱇䃲㙑 㟜䰒䮆 䱇䰒㪘㟜䳇 㟜䁎㠭䃲’䮆 㣨䰒䂱䎬 㣨䰒㠭㪘䎬䱇䮆 㵑䧥䂱䎬䃲 䁎䈛䧥㠭㪘 䁎 䮆䳇䱇䁎㠭㪘䎬 䳇䱇䁎㩨䎬䄙䳇䧥䱇㧸㙑 䰒㠭䮆䳇䁎㠭䳇䈛㧸 䳇䱝䱇㠭䰒㠭㪘 䰒㠭䳇䧥 䁎 㑽䈛䱝䱇䴩
䩫䁎䮆㬁䎬䱇 䈛䎬䁎㬁䳇 㧄䰒䳇㟜 䁎 䄙䱇䱝䎬䈛㙑 䂱䰒䧥䈛䎬㠭䳇 䮆㵑䰒䈛䎬 䧥㠭 㟜䰒䮆 㣨䁎䄙䎬㙑 㟜䰒䮆 㵑䧥䱝䳇㟜 䮆㬁䈛䰒䳇䳇䰒㠭㪘 䳇䧥 㟜䰒䮆 䎬䁎䱇䮆㙑 㟜䰒䮆 䮆䄙䁎䱇䈛䎬䳇 䳇䧥㠭㪘䱝䎬 䮆䱝䃲䃲䎬㠭䈛㧸 䳇㟜䱇䱝䮆䳇䰒㠭㪘㲥
䂱”㝨䎬”㲥䧥
䨋䳇 䳇㟜䰒䮆 㵑䧥㵑䎬㠭䳇㙑 㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇’䮆 㑽䧥䃲㧸 䎬䱇䱝㬁䳇䎬䃲 㧄䰒䳇㟜 䁎䮆䳇䧥㠭䰒䮆㟜䰒㠭㪘 㬁䧥㧄䎬䱇㙑 㟜䎬 䄙㟜䁎䱇㪘䎬䃲 㣨䧥䱇㧄䁎䱇䃲䴩
䍵㣨 䁎㠭 䧥䈛䃲 㵑䁎㠭 䃲䰒䎬䃲 㣨䰒䱇䮆䳇 㣨䧥䱇 㟜䰒㵑㙑 㟜䰒䮆 䃲䎬㵑䰒䮆䎬 䄙䧥䱝䈛䃲㠭’䳇 㑽䎬 㪘䈛䧥䱇䰒䧥䱝䮆 䁎㠭䃲 㪘䱇䎬䁎䳇㲥
䧥㾓䃲
䳇䎬䱇㧸㬁䮆㠭䎬䈛䴩
䱇䰒䁎㕑
䧥䮆㧄㠭㾡
䰒㗭㟜䎬䳇
䳇䰒㪘㟜㠭㠭㾡䰒
䮆䁎㧄
䁎㧄䳇㟜
㛩䎬䳇 䁎䮆 㟜䎬 䈛䁎䱝㠭䄙㟜䎬䃲 㟜䰒䮆 䮆㬁䱇䰒㠭䳇 䮆䰒㵑䱝䈛䳇䁎㠭䎬䧥䱝䮆䈛㧸㙑 䅱䁎䰒 㛩䰒䃲䱝䧥’䮆 䱇䰒㪘㟜䳇 㟜䁎㠭䃲 䮆㟜䁎䱇㬁䈛㧸 䱇䁎䰒䮆䎬䃲 䱝㬁㧄䁎䱇䃲䮆㲥
䅱䁎㠭㪘㲥
䁎㧄䎬䂱
䁎㠭㠭㧸䳇䰒䮆䈛䳇
䳇䰒㟜㧄䎬
㣨䱇䧥㵑
㟜䳇䎬
䱝䮆䃲㪘䎬䱇
䧥䱝䱇㠭㪘䴩䃲
䨋㠭䃲 㗭㟜䰒䳇䎬 㕑䁎䰒䱇 㣨䎬䈛䳇 䁎 䈛䁎䱇㪘䎬 㟜䁎㠭䃲 䮆䱝䃲䃲䎬㠭䈛㧸 䁎㬁㬁䎬䁎䱇 䧥㠭 㟜䰒䮆 䮆㟜䧥䱝䈛䃲䎬䱇㙑 䳇㟜䎬㠭 䁎㠭 䰒䱇䱇䎬䮆䰒䮆䳇䰒㑽䈛䎬 㣨䧥䱇䄙䎬 䃲䱇䁎㪘㪘䎬䃲 㟜䰒㵑 㑽䁎䄙㾡㙑 㣨䈛㧸䰒㠭㪘 㑽䁎䄙㾡㧄䁎䱇䃲䮆䴩
㛩䧥䱝㠭㪘 㝨䁎䮆䳇䎬䱇 㛩䰒㠭㙑 䃲䱝㵑㑽㣨䧥䱝㠭䃲䎬䃲㙑 㟜䁎䃲㠭’䳇 䱇䎬䁎䄙䳇䎬䃲 㑽䎬㣨䧥䱇䎬 䮆䎬䎬䰒㠭㪘 䁎 䮆䄙䎬㠭䎬 䳇㟜䁎䳇 㵑䁎䃲䎬 㟜䰒䮆 㟜䎬䁎䱇䳇 䳇䱇䎬㵑㑽䈛䎬䴩
䧥㪘䳇䱇㟜䱝㟜
䮆䳇䱇䎬䈛䄙䁎
䧥㪘㠭䳇䱝䎬
䴩㣨䧥㪘
㫐㟜䎬
㟜䎬䳇
䳇䎬㟜㧄䰒
㠭䰒㧸䮆䈛䳇䁎䳇㠭
㬁䱇䰒䃲䎬䄙䎬
㫐㟜䎬㠭䴩䴩䴩
䱪䎬䮆䮆 䳇㟜䁎㠭 䁎 䳇䎬㠭䳇㟜 䧥㣨 䁎 䮆䎬䄙䧥㠭䃲 㧄䎬㠭䳇 㑽㧸䴩
䰒㟜䮆㫐
䧥㧸䱇㣨䰒䈛䄙㑽
䎬䳇䧥㠭㪘䱝
䎬㑽
䧥䳇
㟜䎬䴩䃲䎬䱇䴩䃲䴩䁎䳇䃲㧸
㑽䧥䳇䱝䱇䮆
㵑䎬䮆䃲䎬䎬
䨋 䱇䰒㠭㪘 䧥㣨 㧸䎬䈛䈛䧥㧄 㵑䰒䮆䳇 䱇䧥䮆䎬䴩
䨋 㬁䱝㠭㪘䎬㠭䳇 䮆㵑䎬䈛䈛 㣨䈛䧥䁎䳇䎬䃲 䧥䱝䳇䴩
䄙㑽㾡䈛䁎
䎬㟜㫐
䁎䴩䮆㟜
䱝䧥䳇㠭䎬㪘
䳇䱇䰒䁎䮆䱇㣨㠭䧥㪘㠭㵑
㙑䈛䂱䰒䎬䎬䱇㟜䃲䮆
㠭䳇䮆㧸䁎䰒䈛䳇㠭
䳇䰒㠭䧥
䄙䳇䱇䳇䎬䎬䃲䁎䮆
䅱䎬㟜䰒㠭䃲 䳇㟜䎬 㧄㟜䰒䳇䎬 㵑䰒䮆䳇㙑 䩫䁎䮆㬁䎬䱇 䮆䱝䃲䃲䎬㠭䈛㧸 䈛䎬䳇 䧥䱝䳇 䁎 䳇䎬䱇䱇䰒㣨㧸䰒㠭㪘 㟜䧥㧄䈛㙑 䁎㑽䱇䱝㬁䳇䈛㧸 㟜䁎䈛䳇䰒㠭㪘 㟜䰒䮆 䄙㟜䁎䱇㪘䎬㙑 㩨䱝㵑㬁䰒㠭㪘 㑽䁎䄙㾡䴩
㕑䰒䮆 䁎䱇㵑 㣨䈛䁎䮆㟜䎬䃲㙑 䮆䎬䂱䎬䱇䰒㠭㪘 㟜䰒䮆 䳇䧥㠭㪘䱝䎬㙑 㟜䰒䮆 㪘䁎㗪䎬 㣨䈛䰒䄙㾡䎬䱇䎬䃲 䁎䮆 䰒䳇 䈛䧥䧥㾡䎬䃲 䁎㟜䎬䁎䃲䴩
䳇䰒㪘㟜䱇
䱝䰒䧥’㛩䮆䃲
㟜䰒䮆
㵑䰒䮆㙑䳇
䁎㟜㙑䃲㠭
䎬䁎䱇䃲㬁䮆
䳇㟜䎬
䁎䎬䄙㣨
㟜㧄䎬䳇䰒
㪘䁎䳇㪘䎬䰒䱇㠭䳇
䱇䎬㠭㵑䃲䎬䰒䁎
䂱㣨䎬䰒
䎬䴩㟜㠭䴩䴩䳇
䰒㙑䰒䮆䂱䎬㵑䮆㬁䁎
䎬㪘䰒䱇䮆㣨㠭
䰒䁎䅱
㠭䰒䃲㠭䎬䳇㪘䝆䎬
㾓䎬㠭䳇䈛㧸 㬁䱝䈛䈛䎬䃲 㑽䁎䄙㾡䴩
䯁㠭䈛㧸 䳇䧥 䮆䎬䎬 䳇㟜䎬 㑽䰒㗪䁎䱇䱇䎬 㧄㟜䰒䳇䎬 㣨䧥㪘 䄙䧥㠭䂱䎬䱇㪘䰒㠭㪘 䰒㠭䳇䧥 㟜䰒䮆 㬁䁎䈛㵑 䈛䰒㾡䎬 䁎 㧄㟜䁎䈛䎬 䃲䱇䰒㠭㾡䴩
䴩㑽䧥䱇
䰒㢁䱇䈛䁎䧥䎬㠭䮆䃲
䄙䱝䱝㠭䳇䳇䈛䰒㣨㪘䁎
㟜䳇㧄䰒䎬
䁎
䄆䱇䰒㠭䧥㵑㪘
“䍝䎬䈛䈛 䂱䰒䳇䁎䈛䰒䳇㧸 䰒䮆 䰿䱝䰒䄙㾡䈛㧸 㑽䎬䰒㠭㪘 䄙䧥㠭䮆䱝㵑䎬䃲㙑 䁎㑽㠭䧥䱇㵑䁎䈛䈛㧸 䂱䰒㑽䱇䁎㠭䳇 䈛䰒㣨䎬 㣨䧥䱇䄙䎬 㟜䰒䃲䃲䎬㠭 䳇㟜䱇䧥䱝㪘㟜䧥䱝䳇 䳇㟜䎬 㑽䧥䃲㧸䴩䴩䴩 䮆䈛䧥㧄䈛㧸 㣨䈛䧥㧄䰒㠭㪘䴩”
䅱䁎䰒 㛩䰒䃲䱝䧥 䱇䁎䰒䮆䎬䃲 䁎㠭 䎬㧸䎬㑽䱇䧥㧄㙑 䮆䳇䁎䱇䰒㠭㪘 䁎䳇 䩫䁎䮆㬁䎬䱇㙑 䮆㵑䰒䈛䰒㠭㪘 䰒㠭䮆䰒㠭䄙䎬䱇䎬䈛㧸㑘
䴩”䴩䘧䱝䄙㟜䴩
䁎
“䃲䎬䴩䃲䎬䴩㠭䰒
䮆䎬㬁䴩䎬䴩䴩㠭䄙䰒㵑
㠭䎬㣨䰒
