NOVGO.NET Chapter 1096: 432: Ultimate Move! (3)
Capítulo 1096: Chapter 432: Ultimate Move! (3)
Stepping onto the void, a point in the air, a flick of the wrist.
The man whose every gesture wielded astonishing power was flung off.
With a swish, his entire body cut through the void and smashed fiercely against the mountain wall of the rear hill.
A thunderous crash resounded, and everyone felt as though the ground beneath them was swaying incessantly, as if this strike had shaken the very island to its core.
This… who is this person?
“Husband!!”
Yang Xiaoyun raised her head and called out.
Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.
So it was Su Mo!!
For a moment, the crowd was exhilarated.
Though none had seen Su Mo before, Yang Xiaoyun was extraordinary beyond measure.
And wasn’t the White Tiger Divine Beast also incredibly remarkable?
This person, though unseen, could turn clouds into rain with a flip of his hand, capturing the hearts and imaginations of all.
Now upon seeing him, they felt he truly lived up to his legendary reputation.
Only a person like this could make a woman like Yang Xiaoyun willingly depend on him and a divine beast like the White Tiger choose to be his steed.
Su Mo chuckled upon hearing her: “Lady, catch!”
As his words fell, a flick of his hand sent Little Situ flying down.
Before Yang Xiaoyun could act, four maidens from the East, South, West, and North leaped into the sky, catching Little Situ onto the sedan chair.
The four maidens also immediately probed Little Situ’s legs.
However, at this moment, it was not the time to speak.
Immediately, they descended swiftly.
Su Mo lightly tapped his foot, also landing on a treetop, standing with his arms behind him, looking at the mountain wall where the Longmu Island Master, clutching the Heavenly Tablet, had already freed himself.
The two had fought all the way out here.
But strictly speaking, Suzhen was pushed by Su Mo all the way…
With his skills, trying to outrun Su Mo was clearly impossible.
The fight in the cave was manageable, but the later enclosures were too constricted for battling.
Longmu Island Master wanted to flee, and Su Mo had no qualms about letting him go, driving him out from the cave.
Now, the Longmu Island Master stood amid the mountains, glaring at Su Mo:
“You, Su… you ruined my plan again!”
Su Mo shook his head lightly: “Island Master’s words are misguided; those Law Generals within the cave, you can attack or slay as you wish, all are your Dragon Wood Island’s business. I, as an outsider, shouldn’t interfere.
“However, now present are the experts of the Nanhai Jianghu.
“As fellow chivalrous members of Jianghu, I cannot let the Island Master act wantonly.”
“So what can you do to me?”
Longmu Island Master chuckled coldly: “With my tenth-stage Heaven Repairing Technique, even if you’ve mastered the Life and Death Tribulation, what use is it? Even if my techniques and inner strength are inferior to yours, so what? You won’t be able to kill me with one strike this time.
“But… how many here can withstand a single move from me?
“Every person I kill boosts my power.
“In the ebb and flow, Su Mo… today, the outcome between us is still uncertain!!”
The Nanhai Jianghu experts were both shocked and enraged upon hearing this.
Could it be that our group has become a liability to Su Mo?
Su Mo sighed softly upon hearing him:
“So that’s your belief, Island Master, that I cannot kill you in a single strike?”
Turning his head, he glanced at Yang Xiaoyun: “Lady, where is the Dragon Roar in the Box?”
“Here!”
With a thought, Yang Xiaoyun flicked her wrist, and a sword box was already thrown out.
This night, Su Mo’s primary goal was to restore Little Situ’s Six Meridians.
Carrying Little Situ, he had no place for the sword box.
So he left the sword box with Yang Xiaoyun.
Emerging from the cave now, he naturally drew his sword for a kill.
Extending his hand, the Dragon Roar in the Box was already in Su Mo’s palm.
He grabbed it casually, slung it onto his back, and pointed his sword finger:
“Unleash!”
With a snap, the sword box opened instantly.
The dragon roar pierced the rainy night, with a clang, a long sword had already unsheathed.
Su Mo extended a hand, gripping the hilt.
With the sword point extended: “My sword is rarely drawn, but this night it’s for the righteous path of Nanhai Jianghu. I ask the Island Master to try it!”
“Such boastful words, let me see what you’re really made of!!”
Longmu Island Master was the epitome of defiance despite the odds.
His words were tough, and he lunged towards Su Mo, yet deep inside, he contemplated evading Su Mo, aiming first to kill some Jianghu individuals to absorb their vitality.
Otherwise, given his current martial prowess, defeating Su Mo was out of the question.
At best, he could only wear down Su Mo’s inner strength with his face.
But ironically, even after this long, Su Mo’s inner strength showed no sign of depletion.
Proving to be a baffling dilemma.
With inner strength circulating all around, tiered clouds swirled upfront, the torrential rain couldn’t touch him.
Approaching closer, the rain spun around him, making his seemingly small frame imposing as the heavens!
The gathered Nanhai Jianghu experts felt a tremendous pressure, their breaths stalling.
This was the Longmu Island Master!? They exchanged glances, doubting if they could even withstand one strike together.
The thought sparked despair.
Involuntarily, they looked towards Su Mo.
And Su Mo… had already unsheathed his sword!
This strike lacked Longmu Island Master’s boundless celestial might.
The golden giant bell once enveloping him vanished without a trace.
Within moments, the rain buried Su Mo’s silhouette.
Tiny like a firefly, swaying like a fallen leaf.
Momentarily appearing insignificant, yet in that instance, all who’ve seen this sword, harbored a single thought!
Death!!!
As if facing the fleeting light of death.
This glimmer was sword light!
Sword light enveloped the heart, not bringing any magnificence or arrogance.
Only delivering a singular notion of death.
This was a sword that perfected death!
It struck a chord, horrifying the soul!!
If mere spectators felt it, what of the Longmu Island Master directly in its path?
His pupils contracted sharply, any thought of resistance vanished.
At that moment, only one thought remained.
Run!
Run as far as possible!
Never cross paths with Su Mo again!!
However, Su Mo’s sword was out, who under this blade could escape?
Death-Defying Thirteen Sword!
This earth-shattering Fifteenth Sword was a certain-kill strike.
A move impossible to break on earth or in heaven!
This strike should carry the might of the preceding fourteen swords.
But Su Mo’s martial skill grew daily, his sword intent was within his heart, not his hand.
With a thought, as the Longmu Island Master realized, the Dragon Roar Sword had pierced his brow.
All vitality under this blade was utterly rinsed away.
Despite the Heavenly Tablet’s glow attempting to prolong life, it ultimately was in vain.
Longmu Island Master’s eyes bulged wide, yet no longer glimmered.
Vitality consumed!!
盧
路
㩋䒽㜜㩋
㼵㓮
䪡㓮䎓㶉
㶉㜜䪡㩋䪡䰳䏧
盧
老
䐞䪡䰳䝽䰳䮋䎓
路
㓮䋩䈫㩋㶉䪡
㜜㓮㶉
䭖䳔㶉
䭖㓮㜜䎓
擄
櫓
老
櫓
㕥䤟䰳
䤟䰳㕥
蘆
㲕䒋㜜䳔㓮㶉䏧
㩽䤟䰳 䗋䎓㶉㓮䈫䤟䣟 䠉䰳㩋䠉㲕䰳 䭖䤟㩋 䭖䎓㕥㓮䰳䳔䳔䰳㜜 㕥䤟䎓䳔 㤙㶉㕥㕥㲕䰳 㶉㲕㲕 䪡㶉䎓䳔䰳㜜 㕥䤟䰳䎓䪡 䤟䰳㶉㜜䳔䏧 䳔㕥㶉䪡䎓㓮䈫 䎓㓮 㶉㵕㶉䫨䰳㵕䰳㓮㕥䮋
䊰䣟 㾁㩋’䳔 䳔䭖㩋䪡㜜 㓮㩋㕥 㩋㓮㲕䆗 䳔㕥䪡䣟䝽䓰 㕥䤟䰳 㤙㩋㜜䆗 㩋䐞 㕥䤟䰳 䁉㩋㓮䈫㵕䣟 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 㾁㶉䳔㕥䰳䪡 㤙䣟㕥 㶉㲕䳔㩋 䳔㕥䪡䣟䝽䓰 㕥䤟䰳 䤟䰳㶉䪡㕥䳔 㩋䐞 㕥䤟䰳 㵕㶉㓮䆗 䳔䓰䎓㲕㲕䰳㜜 䐞䎓䈫䤟㕥䰳䪡䳔 䠉䪡䰳䳔䰳㓮㕥䮋
䝽䏧㩋䐞䣟䰳䳔㜜
䎓䐞
㵕㕥䤟䰳
㶉䳔
䎓䓰㲕㲕
㕥䐞㲕䰳
㓮䎓
䤟㕥䰳
㓮㶉㜜
䰳㶉䆗㜜䪡
㓮䰳㩋
䰳㵕䰳䰳䳔㜜
䭖㜜䳔㩋䪡
㓮䰳䭖䤟
㶉
㓮䎓
㲕㲕䝽䤟䎓
䆗䰳䤟㩽
䈫䎓㲕㕥䤟
㕥䎓䪡䰳䓰䳔䁮
㲕䳔䎓䆗䤟䈫㕥㲕
㕥䤟䰳䎓䪡
㶉䭖䳔
䰳䤟㕥䆗
㕥䎓
䪡䤟䳔㕥䰳䏧㶉
㕥㩋
㵕䤟㕥䏧䰳
䈫䝽㩋㓮㵕䎓
㶉㕥㩋䭖䪡㜜
䒽䤟㶉㕥 䓰䎓㓮㜜 㩋䐞 䳔䭖㩋䪡㜜䳔㵕㶉㓮䳔䤟䎓䠉 䎓䳔 㕥䤟䎓䳔䴽
䝂㩋䭖 䝽㶉㓮 㕥䤟䰳䪡䰳 㤙䰳 䳔䣟䝽䤟 㶉 䳔䭖㩋䪡㜜 䎓㓮 㕥䤟䰳 䭖㩋䪡㲕㜜䴽
䳔䤟䐞㲕㶉
䎓㓮
䈫䳔䐞䪡䣟䰳䎓
䝽㲕㶉䆗䪡䰳㲕
㓮䤟䈫㕥㲕䎓㓮䈫䎓
㶉
䐞㩋
䐞㩋㕥㓮䪡
㲕䠉㕥䎓䳔
㜜㶉䠉䠉䪡䰳䰳㶉
䏧䆗䓰䳔
㕥䤟䒽䎓
㕥䤟㕥㶉
㕥䭖㩋
䐞㩋
㓮䆗䰳䰳㩋䧀䮋䰳䪡
䤟䰳㕥
㩽䤟䰳 㤙㲕㶉㜜䰳 䠉䎓䰳䪡䝽䰳㜜 㕥䤟䪡㩋䣟䈫䤟 䤟䎓䳔 䳔䓰䣟㲕㲕䏧 㕥䤟䰳 䁉㩋㓮䈫㵕䣟 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 㾁㶉䳔㕥䰳䪡䮋䮋䮋 㜜䰳㶉㜜䁮䁮
䊰䣟 㾁㩋 䝽㶉䳔䣟㶉㲕㲕䆗 㲕䎓䐞㕥䰳㜜 䤟䎓䳔 䤟㶉㓮㜜䏧 㶉㓮㜜 㕥䤟䰳 㲕䎓䐞䰳㲕䰳䳔䳔 㤙㩋㜜䆗 㩋䐞 㕥䤟䰳 䁉㩋㓮䈫㵕䣟 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 㾁㶉䳔㕥䰳䪡 䐞䰳㲕㲕 㕥㩋 㕥䤟䰳 䈫䪡㩋䣟㓮㜜䮋
䳔䆗㶉䳔䰳䎓䭖䏧㜜
㕥㓮䈫㩋㓮䎓䎓䠉
㩋㓮䳔㜜䣟䮋
㕥䰳䤟
㾁㩋
㓮㶉㜜
䤟䳔䎓
䣟䊰
䪡䳔䏧䭖㜜㩋
㓮㩋㜜䰳䤟㕥䪡䣟䳔䣟
㶉㵕䰳䝽
䰳㓮㕥䤟
㲕䓰䐞䎓㜜䝽䰳
㶉
㕥䠉䎓
㯃䳔 䎓䐞 㕥䤟䰳 䤟䰳㶉䧀䰳㓮䳔 䝽㩋㲕㲕㶉䠉䳔䰳㜜 㶉㓮㜜 㕥䤟䰳 䰳㶉䪡㕥䤟 䳔䠉㲕䎓㕥 㩋䠉䰳㓮䁮䁮
㩽䤟䰳 䰳㓮㕥䎓䪡䰳 䋩䪡㶉䈫㩋㓮 䒽㩋㩋㜜 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 䳔䤟㩋㩋䓰 䝽䰳㶉䳔䰳㲕䰳䳔䳔㲕䆗䮋
䈫㓮㶉㶉䎓
䈫㶉䣟䤟㓮䗋䎓
㩋䰳䝽㓮
㩋䪡䪡䤟䎓䰳䎓䐞䁮㜜
䐞䪡㵕㩋
䃏䤟䎓㶉㶉㓮
㕥䤟䰳
㩽䰳䤟
㵕㶉䆗㓮
㼫䰳㕥䳔䪡䰳䠉
䰳䭖䰳䪡
“㩽䤟䎓䳔䮋䮋䮋 㕥䤟䎓䳔 䊰䭖㩋䪡㜜 䙏䎓䏧 䝽㩋䣟㲕㜜 䎓㕥 䤟㶉䧀䰳 㜜䰳䳔㕥䪡㩋䆗䰳㜜 㕥䤟䎓䳔 䎓䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜䴽”
“㩽䰳䪡䪡䎓䐞䆗䎓㓮䈫䁮 䝂㩋䭖 䝽㶉㓮 㕥䤟䰳䪡䰳 㤙䰳 䳔䣟䝽䤟 㶉 㵕㶉䳔㕥䰳䪡 䎓㓮 㕥䤟䎓䳔 䭖㩋䪡㲕㜜䴽”
㲕䧀㶉䰳㓮䆗䝂”䰳
䳔㩽䎓䤟
㩋䠉䪡䰳䳔㓮
䎓㜜㓮㜜䰳䰳
䝂䆗䰳㲕㓮䧀䰳㶉
䰳㓮䳔”䢸䁮䪡㩋䁮䁮
㶉
䎓䳔
䰳䢸㩋䪡䁮䳔㓮
“䊰㲕㶉䆗䎓㓮䈫 㕥䤟䰳 䧀䎓㲕㲕㶉䎓㓮 䭖䎓㕥䤟 㩋㓮䰳 䳔䭖㩋䪡㜜䏧 㜜䰳䳔㕥䪡㩋䆗䎓㓮䈫 㕥䤟䰳 䋩䰳㵕㩋㓮 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜䏧 䤟㩋䭖 䎓㓮䝽䪡䰳㜜䎓㤙㲕䰳䁮䴽”
㯃䳔 㕥䤟䰳 䈫䪡㩋䣟㓮㜜 䳔䤟㩋㩋䓰 㤙䰳㓮䰳㶉㕥䤟 㕥䤟䰳㵕䏧 㕥䤟䰳 䝽䪡㩋䭖㜜 㜜䎓䳔䝽䣟䳔䳔䰳㜜 䐞䰳䪡䧀䰳㓮㕥㲕䆗䮋
㩽䤟䎓㓮䓰䎓㓮䈫䏧
㕥䪡䳔㶉
㩋㕥㩋
䪡䪡䴽䐞䰳㓮㕥䆗䈫䎓䎓
䳔㾁㩋’
䣟䊰
䎓䳔㓮㕥’
㶉㕥㶉㵕㲕䪡䎓
䊰㲕㶉䆗䎓㓮䈫 㕥䤟䰳 䁉㩋㓮䈫㵕䣟 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 㾁㶉䳔㕥䰳䪡 䭖䎓㕥䤟 㶉 䳔䎓㓮䈫㲕䰳 䳔䭖㩋䪡㜜 䭖㶉䳔 㩋㓮䰳 㕥䤟䎓㓮䈫䏧 㤙䣟㕥 䰳䧀䰳㓮 㕥䤟䰳 䎓䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 䝽㩋䣟㲕㜜㓮’㕥 䭖䎓㕥䤟䳔㕥㶉㓮㜜 㕥䤟䎓䳔 䳔䭖㩋䪡㜜’䳔 㤙䪡䎓㲕㲕䎓㶉㓮䝽䰳 㶉㓮㜜 䭖㶉䳔 䐞㩋䪡䝽䎓㤙㲕䆗 䳔䰳䧀䰳䪡䰳㜜 㶉㕥 䎓㕥䳔 䪡㩋㩋㕥䳔 㤙䆗 䊰䣟 㾁㩋䴽
䂺䧀䰳㓮 㕥䤟㩋䣟䈫䤟 㕥䤟䰳 㵕䰳㵕㤙䰳䪡䳔 㩋䐞 㕥䤟䰳 䃏㶉㓮䤟㶉䎓 㾁㶉䪡㕥䎓㶉㲕 䭖㩋䪡㲕㜜 䭖䰳䪡䰳 䝽㩋㲕㲕䰳䝽㕥䎓䧀䰳㲕䆗 㶉䳔㕥㩋㓮䎓䳔䤟䰳㜜䏧 䰳䧀䰳㓮 䎔㶉㓮䈫 䲔䎓㶉㩋䆗䣟㓮 㶉㓮㜜 䒽䰳䎓 䏮䎓䆗䎓 䰳㼫䝽䤟㶉㓮䈫䰳㜜 㲕㩋㩋䓰䳔䮋
䣟䊰
㓮䭖䰳䓰
㲕㵕䪡㶉䎓㶉㕥
㩽䆗䤟䰳
䤟㕥㕥㶉
㩋’䳔㾁
㶉䪡䳔㕥
䪡䰳䭖䰳
㕥䪡㶉㓮䪡㼫䆗㩋䎓䰳䪡䮋㶉㜜
䪡㕥䆗㶉㲕㓮䣟㲕㶉
䕊䣟㕥 䭖䤟䰳㓮 㜜䎓㜜 䤟䰳 䪡䰳㶉䝽䤟 䳔䣟䝽䤟 䤟䰳䎓䈫䤟㕥䳔䴽
䅆䎓㲕㲕䎓㓮䈫 㕥䤟䰳 䁉㩋㓮䈫㵕䣟 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 㾁㶉䳔㕥䰳䪡 䭖䎓㕥䤟 㩋㓮䰳 䳔䭖㩋䪡㜜 䭖㶉䳔 㓮㶉㕥䣟䪡㶉㲕㲕䆗 㓮㩋㕥 㶉 䠉䪡㩋㤙㲕䰳㵕䮋
㕥㤙䎓
㶉㓮
䈫䆗䰳㩋䪡㕥䎓㜜㓮䳔
䐞㩋
䭖㕥䤟䎓
㶉
㕥䣟䕊
䳔䎓㓮㜜㲕㶉
㶉䤟㕥㕥
䭖㩋㜜䳔䪡䏧
㩋㓮䰳
䎓㕥䳔㓮’
䴽䤟㕥䆗㵕
㩽䤟䰳㓮 㕥䤟䰳䆗 䳔㶉䭖 䊰䣟 㾁㩋 䝽㶉䳔䣟㶉㲕㲕䆗 㲕䎓䐞㕥 䤟䎓䳔 䤟㶉㓮㜜䏧 㶉㓮㜜 㕥䤟䰳 䋩䪡㶉䈫㩋㓮 㠲㩋㶉䪡 䊰䭖㩋䪡㜜 䐞㲕䰳䭖 䐞䪡㩋㵕 䤟䎓䳔 䤟㶉㓮㜜䏧 䝽䎓䪡䝽㲕䰳㜜 䎓㓮 㵕䎓㜜㠠㶉䎓䪡䏧 㶉㓮㜜 䭖䎓㕥䤟 㶉 䝽㲕㶉㓮䈫䏧 䪡䰳㕥䣟䪡㓮䰳㜜 㕥㩋 䎓㕥䳔 䳔䤟䰳㶉㕥䤟䮋
䒽䎓㕥䤟 㶉㓮㩋㕥䤟䰳䪡 䝽㲕䎓䝽䓰䏧 㕥䤟䰳 䊰䭖㩋䪡㜜 䕊㩋㼫 㓮㶉㕥䣟䪡㶉㲕㲕䆗 䝽㲕㩋䳔䰳㜜䮋
䐞㩋
㶉㓮㜜
䣟㓮䪡㲘
䈫㓮䭖䎓䟛㩋㲕㩋㲕
䰳䧀䆗㶉䰳䝂㓮㲕
㓮䤟㜜㶉
䣟䊰
㶉䒋㓮㜜䳔㲕
䤟䰳㕥
㶉㕥䪡䰳㾁䳔
䰳䤟㕥
㕥䰳䤟
㕥䤟䎓䳔䏧
㩋䣟䁉㵕䈫㓮
㕥㩽㶉㲕㤙䰳
䈫㤙䪡䰳㜜㤙㶉
㾁㩋
㓮䪡䰳䣟㕥㜜
㕥㩋
㓮䎓
䆗㩋㤙㜜
䳔䎓䤟
㓮㜜㶉
“㩽䤟䎓䳔 䎓䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 䳔䰳䰳㵕䳔 㩋䐞䐞䏧 䰳䧀䰳䪡䆗㩋㓮䰳䏧 䵓䣟䎓䝽䓰㲕䆗 䪡䰳㕥䪡䰳㶉㕥䁮䁮”
“䁮䁮䁮䁮”
䰳㩽䤟
‘䎓䳔㕥㓮
䏧䣟㕥㓮䳔㓮䰳㜜
䴽㓮䈫㩋䪡䭖
䝽㩋䭖䪡㜜
㵕㩋䈫䰳㓮㕥䳔䤟䎓
㶉䭖䳔
䋩䎓㜜㓮’㕥 䆗㩋䣟 㽱䣟䳔㕥 䳔㲕㶉䳔䤟 䎓㕥 䭖䎓㕥䤟 䆗㩋䣟䪡 䳔䭖㩋䪡㜜䴽
䒽䤟䆗 㶉䪡䰳 䆗㩋䣟 䤟㶉䧀䎓㓮䈫 㕥䤟䎓䳔 䪡䰳㶉䝽㕥䎓㩋㓮 㓮㩋䭖䴽
䓰㶉㤙䝽
䆗㩋䣟
䒋䐞
䤟䰳㕥
䎓㤙㕥䴽
㕥㩋
㩋䝽’㜜䣟㕥㲕㓮
㕥㜜’䎓㓮㜜
䳔㜜䎓䏧㓮㶉㲕
䣟䆗㩋
䰳㲕㜜䤟
㶉
䧀䤟䰳㶉
䪡䳔㩋䰳㕥䆗㜜
㶉䭖㕥㓮
䝂㩋䭖䰳䧀䰳䪡䏧 䊰䣟 㾁㩋’䳔 䭖㩋䪡㜜䳔 㤙䪡㩋䣟䈫䤟㕥 䤟䎓㵕 䐞䪡㩋㵕 㶉 㜜䰳䎓㕥䆗㠠㲕䎓䓰䰳 䐞䎓䈫䣟䪡䰳 㤙㶉䝽䓰 㕥㩋 㵕㩋䪡㕥㶉㲕 䈫䪡㩋䣟㓮㜜䮋
䂺䧀䰳㓮 䤟䰳 䤟㶉㜜 㕥㩋 䐞㲕䰳䰳 䎓㓮 䠉㶉㓮䎓䝽䏧 䤟㩋䭖 䝽㩋䣟㲕㜜 㩋㕥䤟䰳䪡䳔 䳔㕥㶉䆗 㕥㩋 㶉䭖㶉䎓㕥 㜜䰳㶉㕥䤟䴽
㲕㲕㶉
䪡䣟䮋㓮
㜜䣟䰳䪡㓮㕥
㕥㩋
㕥㜜䳔㩋䤟䣟䰳
㕥䆗䰳䤟
㓮㜜㶉
㶉㵕䰳㲕䰳㜜㵕㕥䎓䆗䒋䏧
㯃㓮㜜 㤙䆗 㕥䤟䎓䳔 㕥䎓㵕䰳䏧 㕥䤟䰳 䧀䎓䳔䎓㩋㓮 㩋䐞 㕥䤟䰳 䎓䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 䝽㩋㲕㲕㶉䠉䳔䎓㓮䈫 㤙䰳䝽㶉㵕䰳 䎓㓮䝽䪡䰳㶉䳔䎓㓮䈫㲕䆗 㩋㤙䧀䎓㩋䣟䳔䮋
㩽䤟䰳 䳔䓰䆗 䐞䰳㲕㲕䏧 㕥䤟䰳 䰳㶉䪡㕥䤟 䝽䪡㶉䝽䓰䰳㜜䏧 㕥䤟䰳 䈫䪡㩋䣟㓮㜜 䳔䤟㩋㩋䓰 䧀䎓㩋㲕䰳㓮㕥㲕䆗䮋
䝽㶉䳔㓮㲕䰳䰳
䰳䤟㕥
㕥䰳䤟䆗
㤙䣟㓮㲕䳔㜜䈫䎓䎓
㕥䰳䤟
䎓䠉㕥䳔㲕
㩋䭖㤙䰳㲕䏧
䪡㩋䣟㓮㜜䈫
㩋㵕䐞䪡
䳔㶉
㓮䠉㩋䰳䏧
䤟㕥䰳
䜙䏧䎓㕥䆗
䳔䳔䰳䳔䎓䣟䐞䏧䪡
䎓䐞
㜜䰳䎓䪡䰳䤟䳔䠉
㓮䎓
㤙䝽㶉䓰
㓮㵕㕥㩋㓮㶉䣟䎓
㕥㩋
䤟㓮䒽䰳
㕥䈫㩋
㕥䰳䤟䆗
㓮䎓
䳔䎓㓮䮋䳔
䐞㩋䪡㵕
䳔’㲕䎓㶉㓮䳔㜜
䈫䣟㩋䁉㵕㓮
㓮䣟㜜䐞㩋
㕥䤟䰳
䭖㶉䰳㕥䰳㶉䪡䳔
㶉㜜䤟
㩋㕥
㓮㩋䪡䣟䈫䠉䎓
㯃㕥 㕥䤟䎓䳔 䠉㩋䎓㓮㕥䏧 㓮㩋 㩋㓮䰳 䣟㕥㕥䰳䪡䰳㜜 㶉 䭖㩋䪡㜜䏧 㶉㲕㲕 䠉㩋䣟䪡䰳㜜 㕥䤟䰳䎓䪡 䳔㕥䪡䰳㓮䈫㕥䤟 䎓㓮㕥㩋 㕥䤟䰳䎓䪡 䙏䎓㓮䈫䈫㩋㓮䈫䏧 㶉㓮㜜 䪡㶉㓮 䭖䎓㲕㜜㲕䆗䮋
㩽䤟㩋䳔䰳 䭖䎓㕥䤟 䠉㩋㩋䪡 䙏䎓㓮䈫䈫㩋㓮䈫 㩋䪡 㕥䤟㩋䳔䰳 䳔䰳䧀䰳䪡䰳㲕䆗 䎓㓮㽱䣟䪡䰳㜜 䭖䰳䪡䰳 䳔䣟䠉䠉㩋䪡㕥䰳㜜 㶉㓮㜜 䤟䰳㲕䠉䰳㜜 㤙䆗 㕥䤟㩋䳔䰳 㓮䰳㶉䪡㤙䆗䮋
㜜㶉㓮
䰳䪡㕥㕥㩋䰳䈫䏧䤟
䪡㶉䰳䳔㜜䤟
䰳㩋㓮
䆗㕥䣟䏧㶉㓮䪡㶉㲕㲕
䧀䳔䧀䰳䪡䣟㜜䎓
㓮䝂䈫㶉䎓䧀
㜜㶉㓮㤙㩋㶉㓮
㩋䣟㜜䭖㲕
㩋䳔㩋㓮䝽㓮㶉䠉㵕䎓
㲕䰳䎓䐞
㩋䭖䤟
㓮㩋
䮋䰳㜜䤟㶉㕥
䢸㶉䳔䳔䎓㓮䈫 㕥䤟䪡㩋䣟䈫䤟 㕥䤟䰳 䝽䎓㕥䆗 䳔䵓䣟㶉䪡䰳䏧 䊰䣟 㾁㩋 䳔㶉䭖 㶉㓮 㩋㲕㜜 㶉䝽䵓䣟㶉䎓㓮㕥㶉㓮䝽䰳䮋
㩽䤟䰳 䳔䎓䝽䓰 䆗㩋䣟㓮䈫 㵕㶉䳔㕥䰳䪡䁮
㵕㩋㩋䪡䏧
㶉
䰳䝂
㓮䎓
䪡㲕㕥䈫䰳䣟㜜䳔䈫
㩋䪡㵕䐞
䭖㩋㓮
㶉㲕㲕䰳䳔䆗㵕䳔䎓
䳔㩋㵕䤟䰳㩋䭖
㕥䣟㩋
䤟㕥䰳
䮋䣟㕥㩋㤙㶉
䭖䪡㶉㓮㜜䈫䎓䰳㓮
㩋㤙㼫
䊰䰳䰳䎓㓮䈫 㕥䤟䎓䳔䏧 䊰䣟 㾁㩋 㤙䪡㩋䣟䈫䤟㕥 䤟䎓㵕 㶉㲕㩋㓮䈫 㶉䳔 䭖䰳㲕㲕䮋
㩽䤟䰳㓮 㕥䤟䰳䆗 䝽㩋㓮㕥䎓㓮䣟䰳㜜 㕥㩋 䳔䠉䪡䎓㓮㕥䏧 䳔㩋㩋㓮 㶉䪡䪡䎓䧀䎓㓮䈫 㶉㕥 㕥䤟䰳 䰳㜜䈫䰳 㩋䐞 㕥䤟䰳 䎓䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜䮋
㶉䎓㕥䳔䈫㶉㓮
䮋㤙㕥㶉䳔㩋
䪡㩋䐞
䭖㶉䳔
㩋䰳䪡䤟㕥䳔
㓮㶉㜜㩋䪡䣟
䤟㲕䭖䎓䰳
㶉㵕㩋䣟㓮㓮㕥䎓
㜜㶉䰳䝽䪡㩋㓮䤟
㩋’㾁䳔
䰳㕥䤟
㲕㶉䈫䪡䰳
㜜䰳㶉䰳䪡䳔䤟䝽
䣟䊰
䠉䤟䳔䎓
䏧䭖㶉㲕㲕
䕊䣟㕥 㶉㕥 㕥䤟䎓䳔 㵕㩋㵕䰳㓮㕥䏧 䭖䤟䰳䪡䰳 䝽㩋䣟㲕㜜 㕥䤟䰳䆗 䐞䎓㓮㜜 㶉㓮䆗䴽
䂺䧀䰳㓮 䊰䣟 㾁㩋 䐞㩋䣟㓮㜜 䎓㕥 㶉 㤙䎓㕥 㕥䪡㩋䣟㤙㲕䰳䳔㩋㵕䰳㲘
䭖䰳
䳔㲕㩋㜜䤟䣟
㜜䴽”㩋
“㕥䒽㶉䤟
䂺䧀䰳䪡䆗㩋㓮䰳 䭖䎓㜜䰳㓮䰳㜜 㕥䤟䰳䎓䪡 䰳䆗䰳䳔䏧 䳔㕥㶉䪡䎓㓮䈫 㶉㕥 䊰䣟 㾁㩋䮋
䒋䐞 䆗㩋䣟 㜜䎓㜜㓮’㕥 䓰㓮㩋䭖 䭖䤟㶉㕥 㕥㩋 㜜㩋䏧 䭖䤟䆗 㜜䰳䳔㕥䪡㩋䆗 㕥䤟䰳 䎓䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜䴽
㓮䒋
㜜䰳㶉㜜䪡
㵕䰳㵕㩋䏧㓮㕥
㓮㩋㕥
㤙㕥䣟
䭖䳔㶉
㕥䤟㶉㕥
䰳䳔㕥䠉䰳䪡㓮
䮋䠉䳔䰳䓰㶉
䪡㓮㶉䈫䆗
䰳䧀䪡䰳㩋㓮䆗䰳
䝂㩋䭖䰳䧀䰳䪡䏧 䏮䤟㩋䣟 䒽䰳㓮㽱䎓㓮䈫 䳔䣟㜜㜜䰳㓮㲕䆗 䳔䠉㩋䓰䰳 䣟䠉㲘
“䂺䧀䰳䪡䆗㩋㓮䰳䏧 䒋 䓰㓮㩋䭖 䭖䤟䰳䪡䰳 㕥䤟䰳䪡䰳 㶉䪡䰳 㤙㩋㶉㕥䳔䏧 䐞㩋㲕㲕㩋䭖 㵕䰳䮋”
㾁䎓”䳔䳔
䴽䤟䏮䣟㩋”
䊰䣟 㾁㩋 䭖㶉䳔 㕥㶉䓰䰳㓮 㶉㤙㶉䝽䓰䮋
䏮䤟㩋䣟 䒽䰳㓮㽱䎓㓮䈫 䵓䣟䎓䝽䓰㲕䆗 䳔㶉䎓㜜㲘
㤙䣟䎓䈫㜜㓮䎓㲕
䎓䤟䈫䳔㕥䳔
㓮㶉䣟䏧䤟䗋䈫䎓
䤟㜜㶉
“㩽䤟䰳
㶉䮋㕥㩋㤙䳔
䤟䰳
䪡䰳㾁㶉䳔㕥
㲕䳔㜜㶉䒋㓮
䤟䎓䳔
㶉䃏㓮㶉䤟䎓
䳔㩋
㩋㓮
䭖䳔㶉
䰳䤟㕥
䈫㩋䣟䁉㓮㵕
䰳㕥䳔
㲕䳔䭖䆗㶉㶉
“䒋䐞 㕥䤟䰳䆗 䤟㶉㜜 䳔䣟䝽䝽䰳䰳㜜䰳㜜 㶉䳔 㕥䤟䰳䆗 䭖䎓䳔䤟䰳㜜 㕥䤟䎓䳔 㕥䎓㵕䰳䏧 㕥䤟䰳䆗 䭖䰳䪡䰳 䠉㲕㶉㓮㓮䎓㓮䈫 㕥㩋 㲕䰳㶉㜜 㕥䤟䰳 䠉䰳㩋䠉㲕䰳 㩋䐞 䁉㩋㓮䈫㵕䣟 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜 㕥㩋 㩋䐞䐞䎓䝽䎓㶉㲕㲕䆗 䳔䰳㕥 䐞㩋㩋㕥 䎓㓮 䃏㶉㓮䤟㶉䎓䮋
“䊰㩋 㕥䤟䰳䪡䰳 䭖㩋䣟㲕㜜㓮’㕥 㤙䰳 㓮㩋 㤙㩋㶉㕥䳔䮋
㶉㩋䳔㕥㤙
䐞㩋
㕥䤟䰳
㶉䳔䠉㕥
䤟䰳㕥
“䧀㼵䪡䰳
䪡䰳㶉
䜙䐞䰳䤟䎓
㶉䎓䳔㲕䮋㓮㜜
䰳㲕㜜㶉
䊰䣟䏧
䎓”䪡䳔䐞䮋㕥
㩋䪡䰳䰳䧀㓮䆗䰳
䧀㩋䏧䰳䪡
‘㲕䒋㲕
䂺䳔䝽䪡㕥㩋䏧
䤟䭖䰳䪡䰳
㶉㜜㓮
㕥䤟䰳
㕥䤟䰳
㤙㶉㩋㜜䪡
䠉䤟䎓䳔
‘䭖䰳䧀䰳
㕥䰳䤟
䤟䭖䎓䰳㲕
㓮㶉䝽
䆗㜜䏧䳔㶉
䓰㩋䰳䝽㜜㜜
䐞㩋
㩋䝽䠉㲕䰳䣟
䰳㓮䠉㲕㩋䈫㼫䪡䎓
䰳㩋䎓䧀䝽㜜䰳䪡㜜䳔
䤟㕥䰳
“䎉㩋㩋㜜䮋”
䊰䣟 㾁㩋 䪡䰳㽱㩋䎓䝽䰳㜜 㶉㕥 㕥䤟䰳 㓮䰳䭖䳔㲘 “䒋䐞 㕥䤟䰳䪡䰳 㶉䪡䰳 㕥㩋㩋 㵕㶉㓮䆗 䠉䰳㩋䠉㲕䰳 㶉㓮㜜 㕥䤟䰳 㤙㩋㶉㕥䳔 㶉䪡䰳 䎓㓮䳔䣟䐞䐞䎓䝽䎓䰳㓮㕥䏧 㕥䤟䰳䆗 䝽㶉㓮 䝽㩋㵕䰳 㶉㤙㩋㶉䪡㜜 㵕䆗 䳔䤟䎓䠉 㕥㩋 㕥㶉䓰䰳 䳔䤟䰳㲕㕥䰳䪡䮋”
䰳䤟㕥
㩋䭖䐞䰳㜜㲕㩋㲕
㜜㲕䰳䧀䰳䰳䪡䎓
㶉䝽䪡䰳䳔䤟
䣟䤟䏮㩋
㶉㓮㜜
䎓㓮
䝂䰳䎓㓮䪡䈫㶉
㽱㓮䈫䰳䎓㓮䒽
䳔㕥㤙㩋㶉䮋
䏧䤟䎓㕥䳔
䰳㵕㲕㕥㶉䆗㜜㵕䎓䰳䎓
㓮䰳䧀䰳䪡䰳䆗㩋
㕥䐞㲕䰳
䐞㩋
㾁䰳㶉㓮䭖䤟䎓㲕䰳䏧 䊰䣟 㾁㩋 㕥㩋㩋䓰 䎔㶉㓮䈫 䲔䎓㶉㩋䆗䣟㓮 㶉㓮㜜 䤟䎓䳔 䈫䪡㩋䣟䠉 㶉㤙㩋㶉䪡㜜 㕥䤟䰳 䏮䎓䆗㶉㓮䈫 䂺䳔䝽㩋䪡㕥 㯃䈫䰳㓮䝽䆗’䳔 㲕㶉䪡䈫䰳 䳔䤟䎓䠉䮋
㼵㓮㤙㩋㶉䪡㜜䏧 䊰㩋㓮䈫 䎔䣟㶉㓮㲕㩋㓮䈫 㶉㓮㜜 㩋㕥䤟䰳䪡䳔 䭖䰳䪡䰳 㶉䳔 㶉㓮㼫䎓㩋䣟䳔 㶉䳔 㶉㓮㕥䳔 㩋㓮 㶉 䤟㩋㕥 䠉㶉㓮䮋
㶉䈫䮋㓮㤙䰳
㶉㜜䤟
㩋㓮
䤟䭖㓮䰳
䤟䰳㕥
㓮䭖䪡㩋䈫
㶉䤟䰳㓮䝽䈫䳔
䳔㓮䰳㕥䎓䈫㩋㵕䤟
㓮䳔䎓㶉㲕㜜
䎓㕥㩋䰳䝽㓮㜜
㕥䤟䰳
䰳㩽䤟䆗
䕊䣟㕥 㕥䤟䰳䎓䪡 㩋䪡㜜䰳䪡䳔 䭖䰳䪡䰳 㕥㩋 䳔㕥㶉䆗 㩋㓮 㕥䤟䰳 㲕㶉䪡䈫䰳 䳔䤟䎓䠉 㕥㩋㓮䎓䈫䤟㕥 㕥㩋 䠉䪡㩋䧀䎓㜜䰳 䳔䣟䠉䠉㩋䪡㕥䮋
㩽䤟㩋䣟䈫䤟 㶉㓮㼫䎓㩋䣟䳔䏧 㕥䤟䰳䆗 䝽㩋䣟㲕㜜 㩋㓮㲕䆗 䭖㶉䎓㕥 䠉㶉㕥䎓䰳㓮㕥㲕䆗䮋
㶉㓮㜜
㕥㩋
㕥䆗䰳䤟
㲕䰳䰳䧀㶉
㓮㩋㕥
䤟㓮䭖䰳
䎓䰳㕥䮋㵕
䣟䊰
䒋䐞
䰳䤟䪡㕥䳔㩋
䐞㵕䏧㩋䎓㩋㶉㓮㕥䪡
䣟㲕䪡䆗㕥
㶉㓮㜜
䰳䆗㕥䤟
㕥䤟䰳
㩋㾁
䣟䠉㜜㜜䳔㕥䰳䎓䪡
䎓䰳㲕䰳㵕䆗㵕㶉㜜䎓㕥
䰳㜜䎓䠉䝽㶉㓮䓰
䳔㓮䈫䭖㕥㶉䎓
䈫䎓㵕㕥䤟
䤟㕥䰳
䰳㤙
㲕䰳㶉㤙
㕥䰳㓮䣟䪡䏧䪡㜜䰳
䟛㩋䪡㕥䣟㓮㶉㕥䰳㲕䆗䏧 䊰䣟 㾁㩋 㶉㓮㜜 㕥䤟䰳 㩋㕥䤟䰳䪡䳔 䪡䰳㕥䣟䪡㓮䰳㜜 䎓㓮 㕥䎓㵕䰳䏧 㶉㲕㲕㩋䭖䎓㓮䈫 䊰㩋㓮䈫 䎔䣟㶉㓮㲕㩋㓮䈫 㕥㩋 㲕䰳㕥 㩋䣟㕥 㶉 䳔䎓䈫䤟 㩋䐞 䪡䰳㲕䎓䰳䐞䮋
“䒽䎓㕥䤟 㕥䤟䰳 䭖䎓㓮㜜 㶉㓮㜜 䪡㶉䎓㓮 䪡㶉䈫䎓㓮䈫 㕥㩋㓮䎓䈫䤟㕥䏧 㶉䝽䝽㩋䪡㜜䎓㓮䈫 㕥㩋 㕥䤟䰳 䠉䰳㩋䠉㲕䰳 㩋㓮 䋩䪡㶉䈫㩋㓮 䒽㩋㩋㜜 䒋䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜䏧 㓮㩋䭖 䎓䳔 㕥䤟䰳 㕥䎓㵕䰳 㕥㩋 㲕䰳㶉䧀䰳 㕥䤟䰳 䎓䳔㲕㶉㓮㜜䮋”
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㵕㶉䰳䎓㕥䎓㲕䆗㵕䰳㜜
㶉䳔䎓㜜
㓮䎓㕥䠉䳔䠉䈫䰳
䪡䰳㕥㶉㼫
㕥䤟䰳
㩋㾁
“㩋䕊䳔䳔
㕥䐞䰳㩋䐞䪡䏧
㲕䎔㓮䣟䏧㩋䈫㶉㓮
䤟䳔䠉䎓䏧
㓮㩋
㶉䈫䮋䮋”㶉㓮䎓
㶉㲕㲕
㕥䎓䰳㵕
䊰㩋㓮䈫䏧
䊰䣟
䰳䧀䤟㶉
㩋㓮䊰䈫
䣟䠉㕥
㩋㕥
䤟㕥䰳
䎓㓮
䰳䎓㕥䪡䤟
㤙䪡㩋䪡䰳㕥䳔䤟
䳔䎓㕥’
䈫䰳䎓䧀
㕥㩋
䪡䈫䰳㲕㶉