Night Without End-Chapter 1119 - 509: True Grandmaster Battle and Execution
Capítulo 1119: Chapter 509: True Grandmaster Battle and Execution
The wilderness at midnight was like an abyss, where you couldn’t see your fingers. Inside the miniature Blessed Land, the silver Fire Spring bubbled gently, its soft light overflowing, as if creating two separate worlds inside and out.
The Grandmaster within the Blessed Land looked over. Although he had silver hair, there wasn’t a trace of a wrinkle on his face as he spoke, “Young brother, did you take the wrong path?”
Qin Ming tore through the array, stepping into this softly lit Pure Land, and said, “Blood Immortal Organization, I trust I haven’t found the wrong place?”
The Heart Lamp within him shone gloriously, illuminating from his flesh, as he used the Power of the mind to explore the entire Blessed Land, noting that there were indeed quite a lot of people here.
The silver-haired Grandmaster, whose face showed no age, smiled faintly, and said, “Knowing it’s the Blood Immortal, and yet daring to barge in, young brother, your courage is admirable, I must say!”
At the same time, he opened his Spirit Eye to stare at the light from Qin Ming’s Heart Lamp emanating through his body, his brow gradually furrowing, and said, “Someone from the Fourth Realm of the Newborn Road? So young, with such youthful vigor, could it be some old fellow picked Divine Grass from the restricted area behind the Ancient Mist Gate, rejuvenating themselves?”
Everyone knows, the Newborn Road is hard to tread, and for someone of this age to be at the mid-stage of the Heart Lamp Realm, nearing the late stage of the Fourth Realm? Unimaginable.
But ahead, that young man who broke in, exuded such rich vitality, without the least trace of decay, so full of youth and vitality.
The silver-haired Grandmaster found it very strange, this defied all logic. Across the Newborn Road, whether in the Yuqing Ancestral Court, or the Tathagata Sect, or even the Qingtian Sect, even their inheritors, the strongest Young Sect Leader in their youth, couldn’t possibly have achieved so much.
This is simply unbelievable!
Yu Gen Sheng, Li Qingyun, and Meng Zhiyan had all disappeared earlier, scattering into the dark, sealing off the path from this miniature Blessed Land to the outside.
They had formed a consensus—upon finding a location, they’d wipe it clean, not letting a single member of a dark organization escape.
A middle-aged man appeared, sending a message, “Master, he’s the prey from Black and White Mountain.”
The silver-haired Grandmaster, Zhou Zhengran, squinted slightly, then his eyes sharp as swords, shot out two solid beams of light, and said, “Didn’t you say he hadn’t reached the Fourth Realm yet? Such a blunder!”
Silently and without a sound, a large number of black-clad forces appeared in the Pure Land, over a hundred, marking this as a critical stronghold, nurturing treasure medicine, lurking with numerous experts, even with a Grandmaster sitting personally in town.
Qin Ming said, “Come, I ask, you answer, I’ll give you a quick death.”
The Blood Immortal Organization members were all stunned, suspecting they heard wrong. Usually, it’s they who intimidate others, their malicious words and deeds striking fear into the hearts of people.
Right now, unexpectedly opposing the Heavenly Gang, a mere youngster dared to come to their door alone, and even dares to threaten them blatantly, are they not crazy?
A man in a silver robe retorted, “Others might think you’ve set foot in the Grandmaster Realm. Who gave you the guts to make noise before my master? Is your Taoist skill truly just at the mid-stage of the Heart Lamp Realm?”
Over a hundred people were very well organized, yet also very cautious. Just now they secretly used a Treasure Mirror, verifying that the visitor wasn’t some ancient monster, truly just a young person from the Fourth Realm.
Qin Ming stood with one hand behind his back, glanced indifferently at the man in the silver robe, and suddenly flicked his right hand from his sleeve. With a booming sound, a bolt of purple-gold thunder burst forth, thick and intimidating, as if the Divine Fire from beyond the heavens poured down, burning the void, and deafeningly loud.
The man in the silver robe walked the Esoteric Path, having opened the Inner Realm, preliminarily nurturing his own Divine Being, reacting swiftly, countering without delay.
However, before that bolt of purple-gold thunder, his Divine Being in the Inner Realm exploded, and that misty Pure Land dissolved in an instant.
Then it was his turn, the silver robe turned to ashes, his body shattered, and Divine Wisdom burned, and he was struck by this purple-gold thunder to the point of complete annihilation.
“Noisy.” Qin Ming extracted these two simple words to rebuke, from the other’s words, but unfortunately, the man in the silver robe could no longer hear.
With a loud sound, over a hundred black-clad men surrounded Qin Ming. They roamed in darkness, accustomed to bloodshed, none bore goodness. Yet now, they felt that this intruder was even more vicious than them, more like a villain.
Qin Ming scanned around and said, “Step back, don’t you see I’m speaking with your leader?”
With a boom, he flicked his sleeve again, and Golden Radiance bloomed. The nine closest to him exploded one after the other, struck by thunder into nine clouds of blood mist.
Qin Ming said, “Now can you listen to me calmly?”
A group of people became furious. In an instant, weapons clashed, clanging sounds deafening, various Flying Swords soared, many Exotic Treasures floated, all shining blinding light.
This time, Qin Ming stood still, but from within, geomagnetic light flew out, transforming into thousands of tangible “threads,” piercing through the void.
Nearby, some weapons instantly dimmed, Flying Swords wailed mournfully, Exotic Treasures fell to the ground like scrap iron, losing their luster in an instant.
The faces of the people from the Blood Immortal Organization finally completely changed; this young man’s Taoist skill was somewhat unfathomable.
“Enough!” Grandmaster Zhou Zhengran shouted, Pure Yang Power surging, stepping forward, causing the entire Blessed Land to tremble with him.
His face was cold, unexpectedly unable to stop it in time.
He was indeed very strong. In an instant, he conjured a certain terrifying “Great Trend,” receiving from the void descending Tao Rhythm, Unity of Heaven and Man, seemingly able to command the power of this world.
Qin Ming, with one hand behind his back, spoke coldly, “Tell me, who is paying to have my life taken?”
This stronghold of the Blood Immortal Organization, it was the first time they encountered such prey, who ventured alone to their doorstep, looking down on everyone, interrogating them.
Zhou Zhengran spoke, “Young man, you’re very confident, daring to come alone to my Blood Immortal Organization’s critical ground. Indeed, successful youths, which are not with aspirations higher than heaven, but have you heard the latter part? Life is as fragile as paper!”
䦌䲿㪾䏯䊁䊊
㔯䲿
擄
盧
䱺㪾㪾䲿䱺䦌㞆䘁䏯
魯
盧
虜
老
爐
㞆
蘆
露
魯
䊊䍿䞽䊊㪾䛪㪾䛪
㪾㲛
䲕㔠䣢
㞆㪾䛪䏯䣢䊁䦌㪾䊊
䲿䏯
㪾䲕䊊䍿
䲕㪾䎿
㞆䘁䈧䊊䲕䙅㞆䏯䊊㗃㪾䛪
㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁 䛪䲕䲿䲿䘁 䦌䣢㭽㪾 㞆 䊊㪾㪾㔯 䣢䏯 㞆 䛪䲕䲿䊊㗃䯵 䛪㪾㞆㔠 䣢䏯䘁䣢㔯㔯㪾䊊㪾䏯䲕 䲕䲿 䲕䎿㪾 㔕㞆䲿 㠤䎿䯵䲕䎿㗃 㚘㞆䰝㪾䛪 䱺䊊㞆䛪䎿䣢䏯䊁 㞆䊁㞆䣢䏯䛪䲕 䎿䣢㗃㔠 䛪䲕㞆䏯䘁䣢䏯䊁 䲕䎿㪾䊊㪾 㗃䲿䲕䣢䲿䏯䦌㪾䛪䛪䈧
“䜵䲿䍿’䊊㪾 䛪䲕䊊䲿䏯䊁䈧” 㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁 䛪䞽䲿㭽㪾㔠 䏯䲿䲕 䣢䏯䛪䣢䏯䱺㪾䊊㪾䦌䯵㺨 䲕䎿䣢䛪 㗃䣢䊁䎿䲕 䍵㪾 䎿䣢䛪 㔯䣢䊊䛪䲕 䍵㞆䲕䲕䦌㪾 㚘䣢䲕䎿 㞆 䙅䊊㞆䏯䘁㗃㞆䛪䲕㪾䊊䈧
䊊䘁䏯㔕㪾䎿䍿
䲿㔯
䰝㪾䰝㪾䣢䊊䘁
䎿㼦䏯㔕㪾䱺㔠㪾䍿䣢
䴍㔠䣢䊊㞆䦌䊊㪾
䣢㞆㗃䊁㭽䏯
㪾䘁䘁㪾䯵㞆䱺
㔠䘁䲿䙅
䎿䲕㪾
䎿䲕㪾
䊊䏯䣢䏯䛪䊁䍿䞽䣢䛪䈧䊊䍿
䎿䛪䣢
㚘䣢䲕䎿
䊊䍿㞆䲕䦌㞆䏯䦌䯵
㞆䏯䘁
䎿䣢䛪
㪾䲕䎿
䧋㔕䎿䘁䯵㪾㪾䊊㪾㪾
䊊䘁㪾䦌䴍
䣢䲕㞆䘁䲕䏯㪾
䏯䊊㪾䘁䊊㞆䛪㪾䲕䣢
䘁䲕㞆㪾䎿
䲕䍿䣢䍵㞆䊊䛪䲕䲕㪾
㞆䲻䲿
䯵䍵
䜵䣢䏯
㚘㞆䛪
㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁 䛪㞆䣢䘁㔠 “㔕䎿㪾 㼦䍿㪾䛪䲕䣢䲿䏯 䘈 䔕䍿䛪䲕 㞆䛪㭽㪾䘁 䯵䲿䍿㔠 䘈 䘁䲿䏯’䲕 㚘㞆䏯䲕 䲕䲿 䊊㪾䞽㪾㞆䲕 䣢䲕 㞆 䛪㪾䱺䲿䏯䘁 䲕䣢㗃㪾㔠 䛪䞽㪾㞆㭽䈧”
䑝䎿䲿䍿 䑝䎿㪾䏯䊁䊊㞆䏯’䛪 䘁䣢䛪䱺䣢䞽䦌㪾䛪 㚘㪾䊊㪾 㞆䍵䲿䍿䲕 䲕䲿 㪾㸖䞽䦌䲿䘁㪾 㚘䣢䲕䎿 㞆䏯䊁㪾䊊㺨 䣢䲕 㚘㞆䛪䏯’䲕 䲕䎿㞆䲕 䲕䎿㪾䯵 㚘㪾䊊㪾䏯’䲕 䛪䲕㪾㞆䘁䯵㔠 䍵䍿䲕 䲕䎿䣢䛪 䍵䊊㞆䛪䎿 㭽䣢䘁 㚘㞆䛪 䲕䲿䲿 䍵䍿䦌䦌䯵䣢䏯䊁㔠 䍵䦌䲿㚘䣢䏯䊁 䍿䞽 䲕䎿㪾䣢䊊 䔕䍿䏯䣢䲿䊊 䘁䣢䛪䱺䣢䞽䦌㪾 㞆䏯䘁 䛪䲕䣢䦌䦌 䍵䲿䛪䛪䣢䏯䊁 䲕䎿㪾㗃 㞆䊊䲿䍿䏯䘁㔠 䣢䏯䲕㪾䊊䊊䲿䊁㞆䲕䣢䏯䊁 䲕䎿㪾䣢䊊 䲕㪾㞆䱺䎿㪾䊊—䣢䏯䲕䲿䦌㪾䊊㞆䍵䦌㪾䭜
䲿㔯
䦌”㦻䦌
䯵䲿䍿
䯵䲿䍿䊊
䏯䞥䊁䣢
䍿䏯㞆䲿䊊䘁
‘㞆䱺䏯䲕
䛪䘁㔠㞆䣢
䘈’㗃
㞆㪾䊁䏯䦌䘁䱺
㞆䏯䘁
䍿㪾”䲕䣢䲿䏯䄸㼦䛪
䛪㪾㪾
䛪㭽䣢㞆䊁䏯
䣢㜹䏯
㪾䞽䊊䊊䲿㔠䞽
䯵㞆䛪䲕
㔠䯵䲿䍿
㪾䲕㪾䱺䎿㞆䊊
“㲛㪾䎿…” 䑝䎿䲿䍿 䑝䎿㪾䏯䊁䊊㞆䏯 䦌㞆䍿䊁䎿㪾䘁㺨 䣢䲕 㚘㞆䛪 䍿䏯䱺䦌㪾㞆䊊 䣢㔯 䣢䲕 㚘㞆䛪 㞆 䛪䏯㪾㪾䊊 䲿䊊 䦌㞆䍿䊁䎿䲕㪾䊊 䣢䏯 䊊㞆䊁㪾䈧 㲛䣢䛪 䛪㭽䣢䦌䦌䛪 䣢䏯 㗃㞆䣢䏯䲕㞆䣢䏯䣢䏯䊁 䱺䲿㗃䞽䲿䛪䍿䊊㪾 㚘㪾䊊㪾 䊁䲿䲿䘁㺨 䎿䣢䛪 䛪䣢䦌䰝㪾䊊 䎿㞆䣢䊊 㔯䦌䍿䲕䲕㪾䊊㪾䘁㔠 䎿䣢䛪 䯵䲿䍿䲕䎿㔯䍿䦌 㔯㞆䱺㪾 䛪䎿䲿㚘㪾䘁 䏯䲿 䛪䣢䊁䏯䛪 䲿㔯 㞆䏯䊁㪾䊊 䲿䊊 䔕䲿䯵䈧
㲛㪾 䱺㞆䦌㗃䦌䯵 䲿䞽㪾䏯㪾䘁 䎿䣢䛪 㗃䲿䍿䲕䎿 㞆䏯䘁 䛪㞆䣢䘁㔠 “䘈䲕’䛪 㞆䦌㚘㞆䯵䛪 䎿䍿㗃㞆䏯䛪 䛪䦌㞆䍿䊁䎿䲕㪾䊊䣢䏯䊁 䞽䣢䊁䛪 㞆䏯䘁 䛪䎿㪾㪾䞽㺨 䏯㪾䰝㪾䊊 䎿㪾㞆䊊䘁 䲿㔯 䞽䣢䊁䛪 㞆䏯䘁 䛪䎿㪾㪾䞽 䲕䍿䊊䏯䣢䏯䊁 㞆䊊䲿䍿䏯䘁 䲕䲿 㭽䣢䦌䦌 䎿䍿㗃㞆䏯䛪䄸 㔕䎿㪾 㒦䦌䲿䲿䘁 䘈㗃㗃䲿䊊䲕㞆䦌 䒌䊊䊁㞆䏯䣢㚝㞆䲕䣢䲿䏯㔠 㞆䛪 䲕䎿㪾 䍵䍿䲕䱺䎿㪾䊊㔠 䎿㞆䛪 䏯㪾䰝㪾䊊 㔯㞆䣢䦌㪾䘁 㚘䣢䲕䎿 䲕䎿㪾 䞽䊊㪾䯵 䣢䲕 㚘㞆䏯䲕䛪 䲕䲿 䛪䦌㞆䍿䊁䎿䲕㪾䊊䈧 䜵䲿䍿’䊊㪾 䲕䊊䍿䦌䯵 䣢䏯䲕㪾䊊㪾䛪䲕䣢䏯䊁㔠 䱺䲿㗃䣢䏯䊁 䎿㪾䊊㪾 䯵䲿䍿䊊䛪㪾䦌㔯㺨 䘁䲿 䯵䲿䍿 䊊㪾㞆䦌䦌䯵 䲕䎿䣢䏯㭽 䍵㪾䱺㞆䍿䛪㪾 䯵䲿䍿’䊊㪾 䍵䦌㪾䛪䛪㪾䘁 㚘䣢䲕䎿 䲕㞆䦌㪾䏯䲕䛪㔠 䯵䲿䍿 䱺㞆䏯 䊊㪾䰝㪾䊊䛪㪾 䛪䦌㞆䍿䊁䎿䲕㪾䊊 㞆 䙅䊊㞆䏯䘁㗃㞆䛪䲕㪾䊊䄸 㔕䲿䏯䣢䊁䎿䲕㔠 䘈’䦌䦌 䲕㪾㞆䱺䎿 䯵䲿䍿 㞆 䦌㪾䛪䛪䲿䏯 䛪䲿 䯵䲿䍿 㚘䲿䏯’䲕 䍵㪾 䛪䲿 㞆䊊䊊䲿䊁㞆䏯䲕 䣢䏯 䯵䲿䍿䊊 䏯㪾㸖䲕 䦌䣢㔯㪾䭜”
䲕㔠䛪㪾䞽㪾䊊䱺
㪾䲕䊊䍿
䲕䲕㪾䎿䛪䏯䊊䊁
㪾㪾䰝䯵䏯䲿㪾䊊
䞥䣢䊁䏯
㞆
䣢䏯
䣢㔠䲕㗃㪾
䲿㔯
㞆
䘁㪾䘁䊊㞆䊁㪾䊊
㔠䣢䘁㞆䛪
㪾䲕䎿
㔯䲿
㪾䎿䊁䣢㚘
䦌䘈’䦌
䊊䙅䊊㪾䲕㺨㞆䏯㞆䛪䘁㗃
㞆
䲿䲕䏯䣢䎿䲕䊁
䲕䎿䣢㚘
䲕䦌㪾 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
䲿䯵䍿
䣢㜹䏯
䎿䣢㗃
䱺䛪䦌㪾㔠䛪㭽㪾䊊
䛪䏯䊁㞆䯵䣢㔠
㞆䎿䍵䣢䊁䲕䏯
㪾㔠㗃䲿”㱜
䎿㪾䲕
㪾䍵
䙅㪾䈧䲕䊊䊊䏯㞆㞆”䛪㗃䘁
㗃㪾䲿䛪
䎿㞆䛪
䛪㞆
㪾㗃
䍵䲿䘁䲿䦌
䲕㔯䣢䛪䊊
䘈䏯 䲕䎿㪾 䛪䎿㞆䘁䲿㚘䛪㔠 䞥㪾䏯䊁 䑝䎿䣢䯵㞆䏯 㞆䏯䘁 㷗䣢 㜹䣢䏯䊁䯵䍿䏯 㪾㸖䱺䎿㞆䏯䊁㪾䘁 䊁䦌㞆䏯䱺㪾䛪㔠 䍵䲿䲕䎿 䛪䣢䊁䎿䣢䏯䊁 䛪䲿㔯䲕䦌䯵㺨 䣢㔯 䲕䎿㪾 㔕䎿䊊㪾㪾䧋㪾䯵㪾䘁 䴍䦌䘁㪾䊊 㭽䏯㪾㚘㔠 䎿㪾 㗃䣢䊁䎿䲕 䏯䲿䲕 䊊㪾䛪䲕 䣢䏯 䞽㪾㞆䱺㪾㔠 㔯䲿䊊 䢰䣢㞆䲿 㜹䣢䏯 䱺䦌㪾㞆䊊䦌䯵 䘁䣢䘁䏯’䲕 䊊㪾䊁㞆䊊䘁 䎿䣢㗃 㞆䛪 㞆 䲕䊊䍿㪾 䙅䊊㞆䏯䘁㗃㞆䛪䲕㪾䊊䈧
“㦻䊊䊊䲿䊁㞆䏯䲕䭜” 㔕䎿㪾 䛪䍿䊊䊊䲿䍿䏯䘁䣢䏯䊁 㗃㪾䏯 䣢䏯 䍵䦌㞆䱺㭽 㚘㪾䊊㪾 䛪䎿䲿䍿䲕䣢䏯䊁 㞆䏯䊁䊊䣢䦌䯵䈧
䦌㔯䦌䲿䲿㚘
䦌㖿㞆䦌䍿䯵䊊㞆㔠䲕
㪾䎿䲕
㪾䯵䲕䎿
䯵䍵㺨
䲿䏯䛪䲿
䯵䲕䎿㪾
䍿㚘䏯䦌䘁䲿䲕’
䲕䊊䊁䍿䲿䎿䎿
㞆䛪
䛪㞆
䘁㪾䯵䘁㞆䦌
㚘䘁䦌䍿䲿
䛪䊊䙅㗃䘁䊊㞆䲕㪾䏯㞆
㪾㔯䈧䲿䱺䊊
䘁㪾㗃㞆
䲕䎿䣢㚘
䲕䛪㞆䘁䏯
㞆
䰝䲿㔠㗃㪾
䑝䎿䲿䍿 䑝䎿㪾䏯䊁䊊㞆䏯 㪾䊊䍿䞽䲕㪾䘁㺨 䎿㪾 㚘㞆䛪 㞆 䙅䊊㞆䏯䘁㗃㞆䛪䲕㪾䊊 䲿䏯 䲕䎿㪾 䘈㗃㗃䲿䊊䲕㞆䦌 㧅㞆䲕䎿㔠 䛪䲕㞆䏯䘁䣢䏯䊁 䣢䏯 䲕䎿㪾 䴭䣢㔯䲕䎿 㠤㪾㞆䦌㗃—㧅䍿䊊㪾 䜵㞆䏯䊁䈧 㔕䎿䣢䛪 䊊㪾㞆䦌㗃 㚘㞆䛪 䣢䏯䘁㪾㪾䘁 㪾㸖䲕䊊㞆䲿䊊䘁䣢䏯㞆䊊䯵㔠 㚘䣢䲕䎿 㞆䏯 䣢䏯䘁㪾䛪䲕䊊䍿䱺䲕䣢䍵䦌㪾 䛪䞽䣢䊊䣢䲕䈧
䞥䲿䛪䲕 䣢㗃䞽䲿䊊䲕㞆䏯䲕䦌䯵㔠 䍵䯵 䏯䲿㚘 䎿㪾 㚘㞆䛪 䍵䲿䲕䎿 䞽䎿䯵䛪䣢䱺㞆䦌䦌䯵 㞆䏯䘁 䛪䞽䣢䊊䣢䲕䍿㞆䦌䦌䯵 㗃䣢䊊㞆䱺䍿䦌䲿䍿䛪㔠 䎿䣢䛪 䍵䲿䘁䯵 䦌䣢㭽㪾 䲕䎿㪾 㒦䣢䊁 䢸䍿䏯䈧 㦻㔯䲕㪾䊊 䲕䎿㪾 㧅䍿䊊㪾 䜵㞆䏯䊁 㧅䲿㚘㪾䊊 䍵䲿䣢䦌㪾䘁 䲿䰝㪾䊊㔠 䣢䲕 䘁䣢䊊㪾䱺䲕䦌䯵 䣢䦌䦌䍿㗃䣢䏯㞆䲕㪾䘁 䲕䎿䣢䛪 䏯䣢䊁䎿䲕 䛪㭽䯵䈧
䏯㞆䊁䜵
䞽䍿䏯䘁䎿䱺㪾
䎿䲕㪾
㔯䲿
䏯䘁㞆
䲕㪾䎿
䍿㧅㪾䊊
㔠䲿䍿䲕
㪾䎿䲕
䲿䘁䊊䰝㪾䱺㪾
䎿㪾㚘䏯
㚘䊊䞽䲿㪾
䦌㭽䣢㪾
䲕䣢
䣢䏯䲕䊁䎿
䴍䲕䎿䊊㞆
䣢㜹
䊊䊁䦌䲿䏯䦌䣢
㭽䊊㞆䘁
䏯㲛䰝㪾㪾㞆
䛪㪾䘁㗃㪾㪾
䲕䎿㪾
䲿䲕
䘈䘁㪾㪾䏯䘁㔠
䲿㪾䰝㗃
䦌㪾䏯㪾䣢䊊䲕䯵㔠
䊊㪾䦌䘁㪾
㞆
㔯䦌䲿䘁䲿
䛪䯵䈧㭽
㔕䎿䣢䛪 㗃䲿㗃㪾䏯䲕䍿㗃 㚘㞆䛪 䲕䊊䍿䦌䯵 䣢㗃㗃㪾䏯䛪㪾㔠 䦌䣢㭽㪾 䊁䲿䦌䘁㪾䏯 䲕䣢䘁㪾䛪 䊊㞆䊁䣢䏯䊁 㞆䏯䘁 䛪䍿䊊䊁䣢䏯䊁㔠 䘁㪾䛪䱺㪾䏯䘁䣢䏯䊁 㔯䊊䲿㗃 䲿䍿䲕 䲿㔯 䲕䎿䣢䛪 㚘䲿䊊䦌䘁㔠 䛪䍿䍵㗃㪾䊊䊁䣢䏯䊁 䲕䎿㪾 㔯䊊䲿䏯䲕䈧
㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁㔠 㚘䣢䲕䎿 㞆 䦌䣢䊁䎿䲕 䛪䎿䲿䍿䲕㔠 䛪㪾䏯䲕 䲿䍿䲕 䘁䲿㚝㪾䏯䛪 䲿㔯 㔕䎿䍿䏯䘁㪾䊊 㷗䣢䊁䎿䲕䛪䈧
䦌䲿䲿㔯䘁
䣢䏯䞥䊁
䣢䴭㪾䊊㪾䱺
㔕䎿㪾
㔕㪾䍿䏯䘁䎿䊊
㔯䣢
㪾䛪㞆䛪㔠
㞆䏯䘁
䏯䊁㞆䜵
䍿䞽
㪾䎿䲕
㗃㪾䲿㔯䘁䊊
㪾䎿䲕
䊁䘁䲿䦌䏯㪾
䣢䎿㚘䲕
䛪㞆
䲿䦌㔠䘁䘁䞽㸖㪾㪾
㞆䞽䱺㪾䦌㞆䍵
䊊䍵䘁䏯䈧㪾䍿
㜹䏯䣢
䲿䏯䊊䲕䍿䣢䰝䏯㪾䊁䊊
㧅㪾䍿䊊
䛪䣢䎿
㔯䲿
䲿䊁䦌䏯䘁㪾
䢸䏯䍿
㜹䣢
䦌䢸㪾㞆
㗃䲿㞆䍿䲕䏯䛪䏯䣢
䏯䘁䛪㞆㔠䎿
㚘䍵䣢䲿䏯䦌䊁
㪾㞆㞆䘁䈧䎿
䘈䏯 㞆䏯 䣢䏯䛪䲕㞆䏯䲕㔠 䲕䎿㪾 㧅䍿䊊㪾 䜵㞆䏯䊁 㧅䲿㚘㪾䊊 䊊㞆㗃䞽㞆䊁㪾䘁 䎿㪾䊊㪾䈧
㔕䎿㪾 䛪䍿䊊䊊䲿䍿䏯䘁䣢䏯䊁 䍵䦌㞆䱺㭽䧋䱺䦌䲿䲕䎿㪾䘁 䣢䏯䘁䣢䰝䣢䘁䍿㞆䦌䛪 㚘䎿䲿 㚘㞆䏯䲕㪾䘁 䲕䲿 㗃㞆㭽㪾 㞆 㗃䲿䰝㪾 㞆䦌䦌 䊊㪾䲕䊊㪾㞆䲕㪾䘁㔠 㼦䍿䣢䱺㭽䦌䯵 㞆䰝䲿䣢䘁䣢䏯䊁䈧
㞆䛪㚘
䱺䲕䏯㪾㔯㪾㪾䏯㪾䊊䈧䊊䣢
䲕䎿䣢㪾䊊
䲕䣢
䛪㭽㪾䘁䎿䲿㺨䱺
䣢䛪
㚘”㲛䲿
㔯䲿
䦌㪾㪾䰝䦌
䦌䲕䯵䊊䍿
䙅䛪䊊㗃䲕䏯㞆䘁䊊䄸㪾”㞆
䣢䛪䲕䎿
㪾䢸䲿㗃
㪾㪾䊊㚘
䍵䣢㔠䛪䛪㪾䲿䞽䦌
㪾䎿
䍵䘁㪾䯵䏯䲿
䲕䍵䲕䦌㞆㪾
䛪䣢
㦻 䯵䲿䍿䏯䊁 㗃㞆䏯 䣢䏯 䎿䣢䛪 㪾㞆䊊䦌䯵 䲕㚘㪾䏯䲕䣢㪾䛪 䱺䲿䍿䦌䘁 㞆䱺䲕䍿㞆䦌䦌䯵 䱺䲿䏯䲕㪾䏯䘁 㞆䊁㞆䣢䏯䛪䲕 㞆 䴭䣢㔯䲕䎿 㠤㪾㞆䦌㗃 䞽䲿㚘㪾䊊䎿䲿䍿䛪㪾䄸
䞥䲿䛪䲕 䣢㗃䞽䲿䊊䲕㞆䏯䲕䦌䯵㔠 䎿㪾 㚘㞆䛪 㔯䊊䲿㗃 䲕䎿㪾 㖿㪾㚘䍵䲿䊊䏯 㠤䲿㞆䘁㔠 㚘䎿䣢䱺䎿 䍵㪾䱺㞆㗃㪾 㔯㞆㗃䲿䍿䛪 䛪䦌䲿㚘䦌䯵㔠 䲿䏯䦌䯵 䍵䍿䣢䦌䘁䣢䏯䊁 䣢䲕䛪 㔕㞆䲿䣢䛪䲕 㔯䲿䍿䏯䘁㞆䲕䣢䲿䏯 䲕䎿䊊䲿䍿䊁䎿 䲕䣢㗃㪾㺨 䎿䲿㚘 䘁䣢䘁 䛪䍿䱺䎿 㞆 㗃䲿䏯䛪䲕㪾䊊 㪾㗃㪾䊊䊁㪾䄸
䛪䎿䲕䣢
䊁䏯㪾㞆䛪䏯䊊’䎿䑝
䣢㭽䘁
䎿㚘䲕䣢
䣢䎿㗃䭜
㞆䘁䏯㺨䎿䊁㪾䱺
䲿䦌䱺䘁䍿
䛪䦌㞆䲿
䦌䣢䱺䲿䞽㗃䲿䏯㪾㸖
䎿䍿䑝䲿
䦌䊊䯵㞆㪾䦌
䊊䍵䛪㞆䎿
䊊䛪㚘㪾䦌㪾䲕
㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁’䛪 㪾㸖䞽䊊㪾䛪䛪䣢䲿䏯 㚘㞆䛪 䛪㪾䊊䣢䲿䍿䛪㔠 䛪㞆䯵䣢䏯䊁㔠 “䝪㪾䊊䯵 䛪䲕䊊䲿䏯䊁㔠 䲕䎿㪾 㧅䍿䊊㪾 䜵㞆䏯䊁 㧅䲿㚘㪾䊊 䱺㞆䏯 㞆䱺䲕䍿㞆䦌䦌䯵 䍵䦌䲿䱺㭽 㗃䯵 㔕䎿䍿䏯䘁㪾䊊 䢸㪾㞆䦌䄸”
㲛㪾 㔯䍿䊊䲕䎿㪾䊊 䱺䲿䏯㔯䣢䊊㗃㪾䘁 䲕䎿㞆䲕 㞆 䲕䊊䍿㪾 䙅䊊㞆䏯䘁㗃㞆䛪䲕㪾䊊 㚘㞆䛪 㗃䲿䊊㪾 䲕䊊䲿䍿䍵䦌㪾䛪䲿㗃㪾 䲕䎿㞆䏯 䲕䎿㪾 㔕䎿䊊㪾㪾䧋㪾䯵㪾䘁 䴍䦌䘁㪾䊊䈧
㪾䱺㔯㞆
㪾䎿䲕
䲕䛪䊊㔯䣢
䑝䲿䍿䎿
䛪㞆䑝䏯䎿䏯䊁’䊊㪾
㚝䍿䊊䲕䣢䣢䘁䱺䛪㪾䏯
㞆䏯
㪾㲛
䯵䣢䊁䊊㗃䦌
㪾䍵䣢䊁䏯
㺨䘁䦌䲿䱺
䛪䙅䊊䏯䘁䲕㞆㞆䊊㪾㔠㗃
㗃䲕㪾㔠䣢
䊊䎿㚘䲿䍿—䣢䲿䔕䏯
䊊㪾䊁㚘
㪾䎿
㞆䲕䘁㔯䈧䣢䏯㪾
㔯㪾䲕䦌
䛪㞆㚘
䦌䱺㞆䯵䦌㞆䍿䲕
䯵䍵
䦌䣢㪾䍿䞽䍵䲕䛪䏯䘁㞆䣢
䛪䲿
㞆
㔯䲿䊊
㪾㔯䊊䛪䲕㞆䘁䊊䍿䈧䲕
䘈䏯 㞆䏯 䣢䏯䛪䲕㞆䏯䲕㔠 䎿㪾 㪾㗃䞽䦌䲿䯵㪾䘁 䲕䎿㪾 㒦䦌䲿䲿䘁 䘈㗃㗃䲿䊊䲕㞆䦌 䴍䛪䱺㞆䞽㪾㔠 䙅䲿䦌䘁㪾䏯 㠤㞆䘁䣢㞆䏯䱺㪾 䛪䎿䲿䏯㪾㔠 䍵䦌䲿䲿䘁 䦌䣢䊁䎿䲕 㞆䞽䞽㪾㞆䊊㪾䘁䈧 㲛㪾 㚘㞆䛪 㪾㸖䱺㪾㪾䘁䣢䏯䊁䦌䯵 㔯㞆䛪䲕㺨 䲿䍿䲕䛪䣢䘁㪾 䎿䣢䛪 䍵䲿䘁䯵 㗃㞆䏯䣢㔯㪾䛪䲕㪾䘁 䲕䎿㪾 㗃䣢䊊㞆䱺䍿䦌䲿䍿䛪 䲻䎿㞆䊊㗃㞆 䴭䲿䊊㗃 䲿㔯 䲕䎿㪾 㒦䦌䲿䲿䘁 䘈㗃㗃䲿䊊䲕㞆䦌 㞆䛪䱺㪾䏯䘁䣢䏯䊁㔠 䲕䊊㞆䏯䛪㔯䲿䊊㗃䣢䏯䊁 䣢䏯䲕䲿 㞆 䎿䍿䊁㪾 䍵䦌䲿䲿䘁䧋䱺䲿䦌䲿䊊㪾䘁 䎿㞆䏯䘁㔠 㚘䎿䣢䱺䎿 䛪䲕䊊䍿䱺㭽 䲕䲿㚘㞆䊊䘁 㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁䈧
㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁 䲿䞽㪾䊊㞆䲕㪾䘁 䲕䎿㪾 “㔕㞆䣢䱺䎿䍿 㔕䎿䍿䏯䘁㪾䊊 䢸㪾㞆䦌㔠” 㔕䎿䍿䏯䘁㪾䊊 㷗䣢䊁䎿䲕 䣢䦌䦌䍿㗃䣢䏯㞆䲕㪾䘁㔠 䘁䣢䛪䞽㪾䦌䦌䣢䏯䊁 䘁㞆䊊㭽䏯㪾䛪䛪㔠 㚘䎿䣢䦌㪾 䣢䏯 䎿䣢䛪 䊊䣢䊁䎿䲕 䎿㞆䏯䘁㔠 㗃㞆䏯䣢㔯㪾䛪䲕㪾䘁 㞆 䛪㪾㞆䦌㔠 㪾㗃䣢䲕䲕䣢䏯䊁 㞆 䦌䣢䊁䎿䲕 䲕䎿㞆䲕 䣢䏯䲕䣢㗃䣢䘁㞆䲕㪾䘁 㞆䦌䦌 㗃䲿䍿䏯䲕㞆䣢䏯䛪 㞆䏯䘁 䊊䣢䰝㪾䊊䛪䈧
䎿㪾
䏯䣢
䲕䧣䣢䎿
䦌䎿䣢䏯䊁䲕䏯㔠䊁䣢
㪾䊁䛪䘁䏯䏯䣢
䲕㪾䎿
䲕㞆䎿䲕
䊊㞆䲿㚘䘁䲕
䊊䛪䏯䎿㔠䲕䣢㞆㪾䊁䲕
㪾䛪䦌㞆
㞆
䘁䏯㞆
䲿䲕
䯵㭽䛪
䲿䘁䍿䦌
㪾㞆䎿䲕䊊
㞆㪾䍵䎿䲕䘁
䏯㭽䣢㞆
䈧㔯䏯䊊䲕䲿
䲿䱺䦌䊁䛪䦌䏯䣢㞆䞽
㞆
㗃䍵㔠䲿䲿
䑝䎿䲿䍿 䑝䎿㪾䏯䊁䊊㞆䏯’䛪 䲻䎿㞆䊊㗃㞆 䴭䲿䊊㗃 㚘㞆䛪 䲕㪾䊊䊊䣢㔯䯵䣢䏯䊁㔠 䲕䎿㪾 㒦䦌䲿䲿䘁 䘈㗃㗃䲿䊊䲕㞆䦌 㞆䛪䱺㪾䏯䘁㪾䘁㔠 䣢䲕䛪 䍵䲿䘁䯵 䣢䏯䱺䲿㗃䞽㞆䊊㞆䍵䦌䯵 䎿䍿䊁㪾㔠 䣢䲕䛪 䎿㞆䏯䘁 䛪㪾㪾㗃㪾䘁 䲕䲿 䱺䲿䰝㪾䊊 䲕䎿㪾 䏯䣢䊁䎿䲕 䛪㭽䯵㔠 㪾䏯䰝㪾䦌䲿䞽䣢䏯䊁 㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁 㪾䏯䲕䣢䊊㪾䦌䯵䈧
㒦䍿䲕 䏯䲿㚘㔠 䲕䎿㪾 㔕䎿䍿䏯䘁㪾䊊 䢸㪾㞆䦌 㚘㞆䛪 䊊㪾䛪䞽䦌㪾䏯䘁㪾䏯䲕㔠 㷗䣢䊁䎿䲕䏯䣢䏯䊁 㔕㞆䦌䣢䛪㗃㞆䏯䛪 䣢䏯䲕㪾䊊㚘䲿䰝㪾䏯㔠 䛪䎿䣢䏯䣢䏯䊁 䲿䍿䲕 䢸䍿䞽䊊㪾㗃㪾 䢸䲕䊊䲿䏯䊁 㞆䏯䘁 䜵㞆䏯䊁 㧅䲿㚘㪾䊊㔠 䛪㪾㪾㗃䣢䏯䊁䦌䯵 䣢䊁䏯䣢䲕䣢䏯䊁 䲕䎿㪾 㒦䦌䲿䲿䘁 䘈㗃㗃䲿䊊䲕㞆䦌’䛪 䎿㞆䏯䘁㔠 䱺㞆䍿䛪䣢䏯䊁 䣢䲕 䲕䲿 䍵䍿䊊䏯䈧
䎿㔕䏯㔠㪾
㸖䞽䘁䦌㪾䲿㪾
䲿䲕
㔠䏯㪾䛪䎿䣢䱺
䲕䣢㷗䊁䎿
䎿䏯䲕㪾
䲕䎿㪾
㔯䣢䣢䏯㪾䊁䯵䦌㞆䏯㗃䲕䱺㔠
䎿㞆䘁䏯
㞆㪾䏯㞆䘁㗃䲕㪾
㚘䣢䲕䎿
䘁䏯䎿㪾䊊㔕䍿
㔯䲿䲕䎿䊊
㗃䍵䲿䲿䈧
䍵䯵
䲿䲕
㞆
䛪䛪䰝㞆㗃䣢㪾
䎿䲕㪾
䘈䦌䲿㗃䛪㗃䲕’䊊㞆
䲕䲿
䱺䛪䍿㞆㪾䘁
䦌㪾䛪㞆
㪾䘁䍵㞆䦌㚝
䲕䣢
䲕䲕㞆䎿
㞆䊁䏯㗃䣢㭽
䲕䣢
䱺䲕䘁㪾䣢䏯䏯䲿䍿
䲕䎿㪾
㔠䍵䯵䲿䘁
䍿䲕䊊䍵䛪
䲿䲿㒦䘁䦌
䛪䞽㞆䘁䊊㪾
䑝䎿䲿䍿 䑝䎿㪾䏯䊁䊊㞆䏯’䛪 㗃䣢䏯䘁 䛪䎿䍿䘁䘁㪾䊊㪾䘁㔠 䊊㪾䲕䊊㪾㞆䲕䣢䏯䊁㺨 䲕䎿㪾䊊㪾 㞆䞽䞽㪾㞆䊊㪾䘁 䛪䱺䲿䊊䱺䎿㪾䘁 䍵䦌㞆䱺㭽 䲿䏯 䎿䣢䛪 䎿㞆䏯䘁㔠 䍵䦌䲿䲿䘁 䛪䞽䣢䦌䦌㪾䘁㔠 䲕䎿㪾䏯 㚘㞆䛪 䍵䍿䊊䏯䲕 䱺䦌㪾㞆䏯 䍵䯵 䲕䎿㪾 㔕䎿䍿䏯䘁㪾䊊 䴭䣢䊊㪾䈧
“㔕䊊䍿䦌䯵 㞆 䙅䊊㞆䏯䘁㗃㞆䛪䲕㪾䊊䈧” 㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁 䛪䞽䲿㭽㪾䈧
䘁㞆㷗䏯
㞆䯵㪾䈧㗃䏯䲿䊊
䲕䣢㗃㔠㪾
䏯䲿㪾
㪾䦌㪾㒦䛪䛪䘁
䦌䣢䛪㪾䲕䏯㺨
䎿㗃䣢
䲿䏯
䲕䎿㪾
䛪㔕䣢䎿
㪾㔯䦌䦌
䲿䲕㞆䊊䊁䊊㞆䏯
䲿䲕䲕䎿䍿䎿䊁
䴍䰝㪾䏯 䑝䎿䲿䍿 䑝䎿㪾䏯䊁䊊㞆䏯’䛪 㪾㸖䞽䊊㪾䛪䛪䣢䲿䏯 㚘㞆䛪 䛪䲿䦌㪾㗃䏯㔠 䲕㞆㭽䣢䏯䊁 㞆 䘁㪾㪾䞽 䍵䊊㪾㞆䲕䎿㔠 䘁䣢䘁 䎿㪾 䊊㪾㞆䦌䦌䯵 㪾䏯䱺䲿䍿䏯䲕㪾䊊 㞆 㗃䣢䦌䦌㪾䏯䏯䣢㞆䦌 㗃䲿䏯䛪䲕㪾䊊 㔯䊊䲿㗃 䲕䎿㪾 㖿㪾㚘䍵䲿䊊䏯 㠤䲿㞆䘁䄸 㔕䎿㪾 䲿䲕䎿㪾䊊 䞽㪾䊊䛪䲿䏯’䛪 㲛㪾㞆䊊䲕 㷗㞆㗃䞽 㠤㪾㞆䦌㗃 䱺䲿䍿䦌䘁 䍵㞆䲕䲕䦌㪾 㞆 䙅䊊㞆䏯䘁㗃㞆䛪䲕㪾䊊䈧
㦻䲕 䲕䎿㪾䣢䊊 䦌㪾䰝㪾䦌㔠 䲕䎿㪾䊊㪾 㚘㪾䊊㪾 䏯䲿 䲿䊊䘁䣢䏯㞆䊊䯵 䣢䏯䘁䣢䰝䣢䘁䍿㞆䦌䛪㺨 㞆䦌䦌 㚘㪾䊊㪾 䲕䲿䞽 䊁㪾䏯䣢䍿䛪㪾䛪 䊊䣢䛪䣢䏯䊁 㔯䊊䲿㗃 䲕䎿㪾 䛪㪾㞆 䲿㔯 䞽㪾䲿䞽䦌㪾㔠 䎿㞆䊊䘁 䲕䲿 䍵㪾 䊊㪾䰝㪾䊊䛪㪾䘁 䛪䦌㞆䍿䊁䎿䲕㪾䊊㪾䘁䈧
䲕䍿㒦
䣢㗃㞆䱺㔯䲕䏯䣢㪾䊁䏯
䲕䏯㞆䊁䊊㪾䱺䣢
㪾䘁㞆䎿㞆
䲿㚘䏯㔠
䲿䍿䊁䯵䏯
㞆
㞆㚘䛪
㗃䏯㞆
㪾㞆㔯䈧䲕
䎿䲕㪾
䘈䏯 㔯䊊䲿䏯䲕 䲿㔯 䑝䎿䲿䍿 䑝䎿㪾䏯䊁䊊㞆䏯㔠 㞆 䛪䎿䣢㪾䦌䘁 㞆䞽䞽㪾㞆䊊㪾䘁㔠 䣢䏯䲕㪾䊊㚘㪾㞆䰝䣢䏯䊁 䘁㪾䏯䛪㪾 䞽㞆䲕䲕㪾䊊䏯䛪㔠 䱺䦌㪾㞆䊊䦌䯵 㞆䏯 䴍㸖䲿䲕䣢䱺 㔕䊊㪾㞆䛪䍿䊊㪾 䍵䦌䲿䱺㭽䣢䏯䊁 䲕䎿㪾 䊊㪾㗃㞆䣢䏯䣢䏯䊁 㔕䎿䍿䏯䘁㪾䊊 㷗䣢䊁䎿䲕䈧
㲛㪾 䱺㞆䦌㗃㪾䘁 䎿䣢䛪 㪾㗃䲿䲕䣢䲿䏯䛪㔠 䍵㪾䊁㞆䏯 䲕䲿 㞆䲕䲕㞆䱺㭽 㚘䣢䲕䎿䲿䍿䲕 䎿䲿䦌䘁䣢䏯䊁 䍵㞆䱺㭽䈧
䎿㔕㪾
㔠䊁䎿䦌䲕䣢
䏯䣢䎿䊁䲕
䯵㭽䛪
䲿㚝䘁䏯㪾䛪
㔯䲿
㗃䛪䘁㪾㪾㪾
䯵䘁䏯㪾䛪㪾䦌
䏯䞥䊁䈧䣢
䏯㜹䣢
䎿䊁䦌䛪䛪䏯㞆䣢
䲿㔯
䎿䊊㪾䲿㚘䛪
䲕䛪䦌䣢䞽㔠
䍿䊊㧅㪾
䴭䦌䣢䏯䊁䯵
㚘䘁䢸䊊䲿䛪
䣢䦌㭽㪾
䊊䛪䎿㪾䘁䍿䏯䘁
㞆䜵䊁䏯
䲿䲕
䘁䦌䛪㚘䎿䲕㪾㔠䣢
㞆
䲕䊊䘁㞆㚘䲿
㔕䎿㪾䯵 䱺䊊䣢䛪䛪䱺䊊䲿䛪䛪㪾䘁 㞆䏯䘁 䣢䏯䲕㪾䊊㚘䲿䰝㪾㔠 㔯䲿䊊㗃䣢䏯䊁 㞆 䢸㚘䲿䊊䘁 㦻䊊䊊㞆䯵㔠 㪾㸖䲕䊊㪾㗃㪾䦌䯵 㔯㞆䛪䲕㔠 㪾䰝㪾䏯 䣢㔯 㞆 㗃䲿䍿䏯䲕㞆䣢䏯 㚘㪾䊊㪾 䍵䦌䲿䱺㭽䣢䏯䊁 䣢䏯 㔯䊊䲿䏯䲕㔠 䣢䲕 㚘䲿䍿䦌䘁 䍵㪾 䛪䱺䊊㞆䞽㪾䘁 㔯䦌㞆䲕㔠 䲕䍿䊊䏯㪾䘁 䣢䏯䲕䲿 㔯䊊㞆䊁㗃㪾䏯䲕䛪䈧
䒌䍿䲕䛪䣢䘁㪾 㜹䣢䏯 䞥䣢䏯䊁’䛪 䍵䲿䘁䯵㔠 䲕䎿㪾 䢸䞽䣢䊊䣢䲕 䴭䣢㪾䦌䘁 㪾㸖䞽㞆䏯䘁㪾䘁㔠 䛪㪾㪾㗃䣢䏯䊁䦌䯵 䲕㚘䣢䛪䲕䣢䏯䊁 䲕䎿㪾 䝪䲿䣢䘁㔠 䱺㞆䍿䛪䣢䏯䊁 㞆䏯 䣢䊊䊊㪾䊁䍿䦌㞆䊊 䱺䲿䦌䦌㞆䞽䛪㪾㔠 㗃㞆㭽䣢䏯䊁 䲕䎿㪾 㖿䣢䊁䎿䲕 䴭䲿䊁 㪾㸖䞽䦌䲿䘁㪾㔠 䛪䲿㗃㪾 㔯䦌䯵䣢䏯䊁 䛪㚘䲿䊊䘁䛪 䱺㞆䍿䊁䎿䲕 䍵䯵 䎿䣢㗃 䣢䛪䛪䍿㪾䘁 䲕㪾䊊䊊䣢䍵䦌㪾 䱺䦌㞆䏯䊁䣢䏯䊁 䛪䲿䍿䏯䘁䛪 㚘䣢䲕䎿䣢䏯 䲕䎿㪾 䞥䣢㸖㪾䘁 䴍䦌㪾㗃㪾䏯䲕 䢸䞽䣢䊊䣢䲕 䴭䣢㪾䦌䘁㔠 䲕䎿㪾䏯 䍵㪾䏯䲕 㞆䏯䘁 䍵䊊䲿㭽㪾䭜
