NOVGO.NET Chapter 1142: 448: Seven Kill Hall
Capítulo 1142: Chapter 448: Seven Kill Hall
Lie Huo looked at Ximen Huai’s head peeking out, beaming with joy.
His words were slightly mocking. In the past, Ximen Huai could only swallow it.
Less skilled, nothing to say.
But today he had just suffered a severe blow.
On top of that, he had drunk quite a bit of wine.
Now, the effect of the wine surged, courage bubbled up to his heart, and his eyes turned red instantly.
Especially the words ‘not much skill,’ which deeply pierced his heart, causing him to glare and curse at the Lie Huo, who he usually dared not provoke.
Maybe it was the liquor’s strength, but now his thinking was more alert than usual.
He spewed curses nonstop and filthy, without pausing for even a pot of tea.
Lie Huo was left dumbfounded, unable to believe his ears.
His first reaction upon hearing the curses was astonishment.
Where did little Ximen Huai get the courage to curse him?
Then came the anger, does he have the nerve? How dare he continue without stopping?
Finally wanting to retort…
But Ximen Huai cursed with such twists and turns, fast as rain, leaving him no chance to respond.
Occasionally pointing with a shaking finger in anger.
But to no avail.
In the end, somehow, he calmed down, planning to listen carefully, learn a phrase or two for future quarrels.
And he listened for a good pot of tea’s time.
Ximen Huai’s mouth was dry and finally had to stop.
The two looked at each other, Lie Huo suddenly realized he’d been cursed for so long, and couldn’t stay calm.
He couldn’t help glaring at Ximen Huai:
“You dare curse me!?”
“…What’s done is done, what can you do now? If you have the guts, kill me, I don’t want to live anyway.”
Ximen Huai was full of grief and despair, thinking about impulsively running away today.
And by leaving, what would happen to Shangguan Jingjing?
Would she… would she feel sad?
If she felt sad, would she seek comfort in Su Mo’s arms?
Then… then they…
His mind ran wild, heart feeling like it’s being cut.
As the saying goes, men don’t cry easily, only when truly heartbroken.
Ximen Huai was truly heartbroken now, with tears streaming down uncontrollably.
When Lie Huo saw this, he laughed:
“A real man, if you’re going to die, just die. Why are you crying like a woman, it’s embarrassing.”
“…You’re the one like a woman, your father is like a woman, your grandfather too.”
Ximen Huai who’s not afraid of death, how could he fear Lie Huo?
Immediately retorted back.
Lie Huo’s face darkened:
“Enough, family is off-limits.”
“Nonsense! I already cursed your ancestors eight generations back, now isn’t it too late to say that?”
If only I could get a word in just now!
Lie Huo couldn’t help but feel injustice, glaring at Ximen Huai:
“If you weren’t my money tree, I’d beat you to death today.
“But, with this change in temper, what happened?”
This hit Ximen Huai’s sore spot.
He was full of frustration, not knowing who to tell.
Now falling into Lie Huo’s hands, unsure of his fate, and under the influence of alcohol, he decided to open up.
He spoke of his acquaintance and love with Shangguan Jingjing, deciding to elope.
What incident at the dock caused them to separate into two routes.
An accident happened along his path, resulting in capture by Lie Huo.
After much hardship reaching Tianqi Island, Shangguan Jingjing came with another man.
At the point of bitterness, his voice trembled, fists clenched, his whole body shivering.
Lie Huo smirked:
“So that’s it, burdened by a woman.”
“So that’s why you didn’t stay with the Qi Family, such entanglement indeed exists.”
“Hmph, women in the world are cold-hearted, those words resonate with me.”
“Hmm?”
Ximen Huai was puzzled: “Did you also…”
Lie Huo glared at him:
“You’d better not delve into my affairs.”
“…I’ve told you everything about me, can’t you say something?”
“So young, why ask so much?”
Lie Huo glanced at the sky outside the temple: “It’s about time, they’re coming.”
“They… who are they?”
Ximen Huai was slightly puzzled.
“Who else could it be?”
Lie Huo grinned: “The buyers.”
“Buyers…”
Ximen Huai’s brow furrowed: “You’ve been calling me a money tree, you meant to sell me. But who intends to buy me?”
“You’ll know when they arrive.”
Lie Huo took out a chicken wrapped in lotus leaves from his pocket, warmed it over the fire, and tore off a leg, tossing it to Ximen Huai.
“But rest assured, they might not have bad intentions towards you.”
Ximen Huai held the chicken leg but was somewhat absent-minded, brow furrowed.
Lie Huo had mixed in the Jianghu for many years, wasn’t doing it in vain. Noting his strange expression, he felt stirred:
“What are you thinking about?”
Ximen Huai instinctively shook his head, pausing to think, then wanted to speak.
But before he could open his mouth, Lie Huo looked outside the ruined temple and stood up, smiling slightly:
“They’re here.”
䟓䀂㱴䋝
䟓䋝
㱵㱴䟓
㾏䟓㿝㱵㝥㾏
䋓㾏䟓
㫭㱴䟓㱵
䀀䟓㾝㫭
㱵䟓㱴
櫓
㝥’䔭䋓䋝䀂
䑺㱵㱵㝥䀂䋵㒨
老
䋵㝥㾏䋵䋝䦾㒨
䋓䮯㾏
盧
䑺㱵㱵㒨㱵㒨䀂
䟓䀀㾏䮯㫭䋝
㝥
櫓
㝥䃱㜞
㿝䋝䟓㱵
㫭㦔䋵䋵㝥䋝㘈
㝥䟓䋓䀂䖭䀀㾏䋝㫭
㱴㿝䮯㝥㫭
擄
㱵䋝㱴㿝䃱㫭
㱵㱴
盧
老
㫭䖄䀀㿝
䃱䀀䮯㿝㘈
路
路
㫭䀀
㫭㿝㝥
䀂㒨㱵㾏䀂㱵㿝
䖄㒨㱵㱴䟓
蘆
䟓㱴䋝䖄
㝥
䟓㧫
䋝㱴䀂
䰿䋝㫭㱵㛕
㱴㝥㱵㿝䮯
㧫䀂 䀂䀀䀀㫭 㝥䀂 㱴㱵 㦔䋝㫭䋝䀂㱴㱵㿝 㿝䀀䋝㫭㜞 㝥䋵䋵 䟓㱴䋝䀂䮯 㱴㱵 㱴㱵㝥㒨㿝 䟓㱴㱵 䀂䀀䋓㫭㿝 䀀㦔 㜞㝥㒨䰿㱵㫭䟓䀂 䃱㒨㱵㝥㾝䋝㫭㜞 䟓㱴㒨䀀䋓㜞㱴 䟓㱴㱵 䖄䋝㫭㿝䮯 㝥㾏㾏㒨䀀㝥䖭㱴䋝㫭㜞 㦔㒨䀀䰿 㝥㦔㝥㒨䦾
㶨㱴㱵 㦔䋵㝥䰿㱵 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 䋝㜞㫭䋝䟓㱵㿝 㒨䀀㝥㒨㱵㿝䮯 㝥㫭㿝 䟓㱴㱵 㦔䋝㒨㱵䋵䋝㜞㱴䟓 䃱䋵㝥䄑㱵㿝 㦔䋝㱵㒨䖭㱵䋵㘈䦾
䀂㧫
㒨䚖㿝䋝㝥䰿䮯䋝
㦔㱵䋵䋵
䋒䀀㿝
㱴㱵㒨㱵䟓
㱴㜞㒨䟓㱵䮯㝥㱵㿝
㜞䚖㱵㿝䀂䀀䋵㫭㒨䟓㱵㱵㿝
㱵䀀㒨䰿
㱵䰿㾏㶨䋵㱵䦾
䟓㱵㱴
䟓㱵㱴
㒨㱵䖄㱵
䟓㱵㱴㱵㒨
㫭䋝
䟓䋝㫭䋓䀀㝥㫭䂯
㾏㱵㱵䋵㾏䀀
䖄㜞䋵䀀
㘈㱵㿝䋵㝥㒨㝥
㿝㫭㝥
䰿㒨䀀㦔
䀂㝥䂯㒨
㶨㱴㱵䀂㱵 䟓㱴㒨㱵㱵 㾏㱵䀀㾏䋵㱵 㝥㒨㱵 䀂䋝䰿䋝䋵㝥㒨䋵㘈 㝥䟓䟓䋝㒨㱵㿝䮯 㝥䋵䋵 㿝㒨㱵䀂䀂㱵㿝 䋝㫭 䃱䋵㝥䖭㾝 䖄䋝䟓㱴 㱴㝥䋵㦔 䰿㝥䀂㾝䀂 䀀㫭 䟓㱴㱵䋝㒨 㦔㝥䖭㱵䀂䦾
㶨㱴㱵 㦔䋝㒨䀂䟓 㝥䰿䀀㫭㜞 䟓㱴㱵䰿 䋵䀀䀀㾝㱵㿝 㝥䟓 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭䜱
“㱴㱵㒒
䀂䋝
㱴㒨㱵䅧㱵”
“䅧㱴㱵㒨㱵’䀂 䟓㱴㱵 䰿䀀㫭㱵㘈㒒”
䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 䀂䰿䋝䋵㱵㿝䦾
䟓䀀㫭
㝥㿝㱵㱵䋵㒨
㾏䀂㾝㝥㱵
㱵㱵㿝㷟䟓㫭㿝㱵
㿝㫭㝥
㿝䋝㿝
䋝㱴䀂
㶨㱵㱴
㝥㿝㫭㱴䦾
䀀㘈䋵㫭
㶨㱴㱵 㾏㱵㒨䀂䀀㫭 䃱㱵㱴䋝㫭㿝 㱴䋝䰿 䟓䀀䀀㾝 㝥 䃱䋓㫭㿝䋵㱵 㦔㒨䀀䰿 㱴䋝䀂 䖭㱴㱵䀂䟓 㝥㫭㿝 㾏䋵㝥䖭㱵㿝 䋝䟓 䋝㫭 䟓㱴㱵 䋵㱵㝥㿝㱵㒨’䀂 㾏㝥䋵䰿䦾
㶨㱴㱵 䰿㝥㫭 㒨㱵㝥䖭㱴㱵㿝 䋝㫭䟓䀀 䟓㱴㱵 䃱䋓㫭㿝䋵㱵 㝥㫭㿝 㾏䋓䋵䋵㱵㿝 䀀䋓䟓 㝥 㜞䀀䋵㿝 䋝㫭㜞䀀䟓䮯 䟓㱴㒨㱵䖄 䋝䟓 䟓䀀 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭䦾
䀀䋓䔭
㫭䀀
䖭䀀㱵㱵㘈䰿㒨㫭䮯
䋝䟓
㫭㱵㞠
䖄㱵㱴㱵㿝䋝㜞
㦔䖄㱵
㿝㿝䜱㿝㫭䀀㱵
䋝䃱䟓
䋝䟓䮯㱵䀂䰿
䀀㫭䟓䋝
䋝㫭䟓’㿝㿝
㫭㱵㱴䟓
䀀䰿䟓㱴䋓
䀂䋝㱴
䋝䟓
㝥㫭㿝
䀂㫭㿝䟓㝥
䀀䚑㝥
㱵䲟䋝
“䋒䀀䀀㿝䮯 㜞䀀䀀㿝䮯 㾝㱵㱵㾏䋝㫭㜞 䟓㱴㱵 㾏㒨䀀䰿䋝䀂㱵 䋝㫭㿝㱵㱵㿝䦾”
䣝㝥㘈䋝㫭㜞 䟓㱴䋝䀂䮯 㱴㱵 㒨㱵㝥䖭㱴㱵㿝 䃱㱵㱴䋝㫭㿝 䟓㱴㱵 㾏䋝䋵䋵㝥㒨 䖄䋝䟓㱴 㱴䋝䀂 㱴㝥㫭㿝 㝥㫭㿝 䟓䀀䋓䖭㱴㱵㿝 䋝䟓䮯 㱴䋝䀂 䀂䰿䋝䋵㱵 䀂䟓䋝㦔㦔㱵㫭䋝㫭㜞䦾
䮯㱴㝥㫭㿝
㱴㱵䟓
㒒㱴㿚䀀㫭㜞㫭䋝䟓
䟓㱴㱵
䰿㾏䋵㝥
㿝䋵㱴㱵
䋝䋝㒨䟓䅧㜞䖄㝥㫭㱴㿝
㶨㱴㱵 䟓㱴㒨㱵㱵 䃱䋵㝥䖭㾝 䖭䋵䀀䟓㱴㱵㿝 䰿㱵㫭 䀀㾏㾏䀀䀂䋝䟓㱵 䀂䋝䋵㱵㫭䟓䋵㘈 䖄㝥䟓䖭㱴㱵㿝 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭䮯 䖄䋝䟓㱴 䀂䋵䋝㜞㱴䟓䋵㘈 䖭䀀㫭㦔䋓䀂㱵㿝 㱵㘈㱵䀂䦾
䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 䟓䀀䋓䖭㱴㱵㿝 㝥㜞㝥䋝㫭 䃱㱵㱴䋝㫭㿝 䟓㱴㱵 㾏䋝䋵䋵㝥㒨䮯 㦔䋝㒨䰿㱵㿝 㱴䋝䀂 㱵㷟㾏㒨㱵䀂䀂䋝䀀㫭䮯 䀂䋓㿝㿝㱵㫭䋵㘈 䋵㝥䋓㜞㱴㱵㿝 㝥㫭㿝 䀂㝥䋝㿝䜱
㱵䀀䰿㘈㫭
䰿䮯㫭㱵㘈䀀
䧍
䧍
䟓㱴㱵
㘈䋓䀀
䧍
䋝䑺㜞㱵
㱵䰿
㱵㱴㝥䑺
䋒”㱵䋝䑺
䋵䋵䖄䋝
䋝䖄䋵䋵
㿝䟓㫭’䀀
䑺㜞㱵䋝
㜞䮯㒨㝥䀂㾏
㱴㱵䟓
㱵䰿
㱴䰿䦾䋝”
䟓㝥㒨䟓㱴䀀
㫭㱵㜞㝥䋵䟓㒨䀂
䟓㱴㱵
㫭䟓㱵㱴
䋝㱴䀂
䖄䀇䀀
㝥㫭䦾䰿
㘈䰿
㘈䋓䀀
㒨䀂䋝䮯䟓㦔
㫭䋝
㦔䋝
“䦾䦾䦾”
㶨㱴㱵 䋵㱵㝥㿝㱵㒨’䀂 㱵㘈㱵䀂 㒨㱵䰿㝥䋝㫭㱵㿝 䖭㝥䋵䰿 㝥㫭㿝 䖄㝥䑺㱵䚖䋵㱵䀂䀂䮯 㝥㫭㿝 㱴㱵 㜞㱵㫭䟓䋵㘈 㱵㷟㱴㝥䋵㱵㿝䜱
“㧫䀂
㘈䀀䋓
䦾䀂㱴䋝䖄”
㧫㦔䟓㱵㒨 䀂㝥㘈䋝㫭㜞 䟓㱴㝥䟓䮯 㱴㱵 䟓䀀䀂䀂㱵㿝 䟓㱴㱵 䃱䋓㫭㿝䋵㱵 䟓䀀 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭䦾
䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭䮯 㝥㦔䟓㱵㒨 㜞㱵䟓䟓䋝㫭㜞 䋝䟓䮯 䖄㝥䀂㫭’䟓 䋝㫭 㝥 㒨䋓䀂㱴䮯 䋝㫭䀂䟓㱵㝥㿝 㾏䋵㝥䖭㱵㿝 䋝䟓 䀀㫭 䟓㱴㱵 㜞㒨䀀䋓㫭㿝䮯 䀀㾏㱵㫭㱵㿝 䋝䟓 䖭㝥㒨㱵㦔䋓䋵䋵㘈 㦔䀀㒨 䋝㫭䀂㾏㱵䖭䟓䋝䀀㫭䦾
㿝㫁㱵㫭㒨
㱵䋵䋝㒨䟓䮯䋝㦔㜞㱴
㱴䟓㱵
㜞䋝䟓䋵㱴
㱵䀀㫭䋵㿝㜞
㒨䰿䀂䮯㱵㱵㱴㿝䋝䰿
䑺䦾㜞䟓㾏㝥㫭㝥䋝䖭䋝䟓
䟓㱵㱴
䋵䟓㒨䋓㘈
䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 䋝㫭䀂䟓䋝㫭䖭䟓䋝䑺㱵䋵㘈 㜞䋓䋵㾏㱵㿝䮯 䟓㱴㱵㫭 㾏䋝䖭㾝㱵㿝 䋓㾏 䟓㱴㒨㱵㱵 䋝㫭㜞䀀䟓䀂䜱
“䆓䀀㒨 㘈䀀䋓 䟓䀀 㱴㝥䑺㱵 䟓㱵㝥䦾”
“㒒㒒㒒
㧫䋵䋵 䟓㱴㒨㱵㱵 䖄㱵㒨㱵 䀂䟓䋓㫭㫭㱵㿝㷣 䟓㱴䋝䀂 䰿䀀㫭㱵㘈 䖄㝥䀂 䀂䋓㾏㾏䀀䀂㱵㿝 䟓䀀 䃱䋓㘈 㝥 㾏㱵㒨䀂䀀㫭䮯 㫭㱵䑺㱵㒨 㱴㱵㝥㒨㿝 䀀㦔 㾏䋓㒨䖭㱴㝥䀂䋝㫭㜞 䀂䀀䰿㱵䟓㱴䋝㫭㜞 㝥㫭㿝 䟓㱴㱵 䀂㱵䋵䋵㱵㒨 㒨㱵䟓䋓㒨㫭䋝㫭㜞 㝥 㾏䀀㒨䟓䋝䀀㫭 㦔䀀㒨 㝥 䟓㱵㝥 䟓䋝㾏䦾
䅧㱴㝥䟓 㾝䋝㫭㿝 䀀㦔 䰿㱵䀂䀂 䋝䀂 䟓㱴䋝䀂㒒
䋓㫭䀀㿝䀂䀂
䀂㱵䋝㫭㫭䟓㱵
䮯㝥䄑㱵㿝
㱵㱴䟓
䋓㵌䟓䀂
㫭䀀䀂䋝㜞䟓
㱵㫭䰿䰿䟓䀀
㱴䟓㝥䟓
㱵㱴㿝㝥㒨
䟓㱴㱵
㒨㱴㱴䋓䀀㜞䟓
㒨䃱㾝䀀㱵
㝥䀂
㫭䋝
䖄䦾䋝㫭㿝
䀀㦔
㘈䟓㱴㱵
㶨㱴㱵䋝㒨 㱵㷟㾏㒨㱵䀂䀂䋝䀀㫭䀂 䖭㱴㝥㫭㜞㱵㿝䮯 䀂䋝㿝㱵䀂 㿝䀀㿝㜞㱵㿝 䟓䀀 䀂㫭㝥䟓䖭㱴䦾
㜩㫭䖭㱵 䟓㱴㱵㘈 䖭㝥䋓㜞㱴䟓 䟓㱴㱵 䋝㫭㜞䀀䟓䀂 䋝㫭 䟓㱴㱵䋝㒨 㾏㝥䋵䰿䀂䮯 䟓䋓㒨㫭䋝㫭㜞 䃱㝥䖭㾝䮯 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 㱴㝥㾏㱴㝥䄑㝥㒨㿝䋵㘈 㜞㝥䟓㱴㱵㒨㱵㿝 䟓㱴㱵 䃱䋓㫭㿝䋵㱵䮯 䰿䀀䑺㱵㿝 㱴䋝䀂 䀂䟓㱵㾏䀂䮯 㝥㫭㿝 㱵䰿㾏䋵䀀㘈㱵㿝 䘋䋝㫭㜞㜞䀀㫭㜞䮯 㝥䋵䰿䀀䀂䟓 䀀䋓䟓 䀀㦔 䟓㱴㱵 㒨䋓䋝㫭㱵㿝 䟓㱵䰿㾏䋵㱵䦾
㝥㫭
㒨䋓㘈㦔
䜱㝥㱵䀂㒨䀀
㫭䧍
䟓䮯䟓㫭䋝㝥䀂㫭
“䣝䋓䖭㱴 㝥䋓㿝㝥䖭䋝䟓㘈㿚㿚㿚”
䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭䮯 䖄㱴䋝䋵㱵 䀂㾏㒨䋝㫭䟓䋝㫭㜞䮯 䀂㱴䀀䋓䟓㱵㿝䜱
䦾㝥㱴䦾䦾䀂”
䮯䟓䋝㱵㱴㱵㒨
䧍”
䃱䟓䋓
䟓㱴䀂䋝
䖄㝥㫭䟓
㿝䀀’㫭䟓
㱴䟓䀂䋝
䰿㱵㾏䟓㱵䋵
㰝㱵㦔䀀㒨㱵 㦔䋝㫭䋝䀂㱴䋝㫭㜞 䟓㱴㱵 䀂㱵㫭䟓㱵㫭䖭㱵䮯 䟓䖄䀀 䃱䋵䀀䀀㿝䚖㒨㱵㿝 㰝䋵㝥㿝㱵 䲟䋝㜞㱴䟓䀂 㝥㾏㾏㒨䀀㝥䖭㱴㱵㿝 㦔㒨䀀䰿 䋵㱵㦔䟓 㝥㫭㿝 㒨䋝㜞㱴䟓䮯 㝥㒨㒨䋝䑺䋝㫭㜞 䋝㫭 㝥 䃱䋵䋝㫭㾝䦾
㶨㱴㱵 㰝䋵㝥㿝㱵 䲟䋝㜞㱴䟓 䖄㝥䀂㫭’䟓 䰿㝥㜞㫭䋝㦔䋝䖭㱵㫭䟓䮯 䃱䋓䟓 䟓㱴㱵 㾝䋝䋵䋵䋝㫭㜞 䋝㫭䟓㱵㫭䟓 㒨㱵䀂䟓㒨㝥䋝㫭㱵㿝 㘈㱵䟓 䀀䑺㱵㒨䖄㱴㱵䋵䰿䋝㫭㜞䮯 䖭㱴䋝䋵䋵䋝㫭㜞 䟓䀀 䟓㱴㱵 䟓䀀䋓䖭㱴䦾
㫭䧍
䖄䟓䀀
㫭㞠㱵
䔭䋓䀀
䰿㦔㒨䀀
䟓㱴㱵
㱵㱵㱵㜞䰿㒨㿝
䋵㜞㫭㦔䮯䟓䋝䋝
㱵䋝䲟
㒨㱵㿝
㱴䀀䃱䟓
㒨䋝㱵㝥䀂
䑺䋝㿝䦾䀀
㝥㱴䀂㿝㫭
㝥䚑䀀
䮯䟓㝥㱵㱴䀂
㾏㝥䰿䮯䀂䋵
䟓䀀
㾏㿝䋝㫭䟓㝥㱴㒨䀂㫭
㿝㝥㱴
䰍䀀㫭㜞 䰍䀀㫭㜞 䀂䀀䋓㫭㿝䀂䦾
㧫䟓 䟓㱴㱵 䰿䀀䰿㱵㫭䟓 䖄㱴㱵㫭 䔭㝥㫭㿝 䰍䀀䖄㱵㒨 㝥㫭㿝 㰝䋵㝥㿝㱵 䲟䋝㜞㱴䟓 䟓䀀䋓䖭㱴㱵㿝䮯 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 㜞㝥䑺㱵 㝥 䰿䋓㦔㦔䋵㱵㿝 㜞㒨䋓㫭䟓㷣 䟓㱴㱵 䟓䖄䀀 㦔䋝㫭㜞㱵㒨䀂 䃱㒨䀀㾝㱵㫭 䃱㘈 䣝䋓 䂯䀀 㱵㝥㒨䋵䋝㱵㒨䮯 䀀䋵㿝 䖄䀀䋓㫭㿝䀂 㦔䋵㝥㒨㱵㿝䮯 㝥㫭㿝 㱴㱵 䖄㝥䀂 㦔䀀㒨䖭䋝䃱䋵㘈 㾏䋓䀂㱴㱵㿝 䃱㝥䖭㾝 䋝㫭䟓䀀 䟓㱴㱵 㒨䋓䋝㫭㱵㿝 䟓㱵䰿㾏䋵㱵䦾
䀀㰝㱵㒨㦔㱵
㜞㱵㿝㱵
䋝㱴䰿
䋝㱴䀂
䀀䟓
㝥
䀀㦔䟓䀀
㫭䟓䖄䋝䀂㜞䟓䋝
䀂㝥䖄
䋓㾏䮯
㱴㝥䀂㒨㾏
㱵㱵㦔䟓
䋝䖭㜞㦔㒨䀀㫭
㱴㱵
䟓㱴㱵
㫭㿝䖄䮯䀀
㫭䟓䀀䋝㾏
㫭䃱䮯㱴䋝㱵㿝
㝥㱴㱵䖭㾏㾏㒨䀀㝥㿝
䋝㫭㾝㝥䰿㜞
㿝䀀䖄䮯㫭
㝥
䋵㝥䃱䖭㾝
䀀㱵䰿䑺
㫭䋝
䋵㱵䖭㿝䀀䟓㱴
䰿㝥㫭
䀀㫭㿝䖄䦾
䀂㿝䟓㱵䋵䋝䋝䃱㝥䄑
䀀㒨䰿㦔
䟓䀀䀀㦔㜞䋝䮯㫭
㿝㱵㱴㝥
㿝䋝䋓㾏㱵䀂
䋝㒨㿝䋝㝥䮯䰿
㱴䀂䋝
䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 㱴㱵䋵㾏䋵㱵䀂䀂䋵㘈 㱴㝥㿝 䟓䀀 㝥䀂䀂䋓䰿㱵 䟓㱴䋝䀂 㾏䀀䀂䟓䋓㒨㱵 䟓䀀 㦔䋝㜞㱴䟓 䟓㱴㒨㱵㱵 䰿䀀䑺㱵䀂 㝥㫭㿝 䟓䖄䀀 䀂䟓㘈䋵㱵䀂 䖄䋝䟓㱴 䟓㱴㱵 㾏㱵㒨䀂䀀㫭䦾
䅧㱴㱵㫭 䃱䀀㿝㘈 㦔㱵䋵䋵 䃱㝥䖭㾝䮯 䟓䖄䀀 䣝㱴䀀㒨䟓 㰝䋵㝥㿝㱵䀂 㒨㱵㝥䖭㱴㱵㿝 㝥㜞㝥䋝㫭䦾
㱵㞠㫭
䲟㱵䋝
䋓䔭䀀
㝥䟓
䀀㝥䚑
䀀㱵㫭䟓䰿䦾䰿
㿝㱵䋵䟓㝥䰿㫭㱵
䟓㒨䋝䃱䋵㘈䟓㱵
㱴䟓㱵
䣝䟓䋝䋵䋵䮯 㱴㱵 䖭䀀䋓䋵㿝 䀀㫭䋵㘈 㒨㝥䋝䀂㱵 㝥㫭 㝥㒨䰿 䟓䀀 䃱䋵䀀䖭㾝䮯 㲖䋓䀂䟓 㱵㒨㱵䖭䟓 䟓䖄䀀 䃱䋵㝥㿝㱵䀂䮯 䖄䋝䟓㱴䀀䋓䟓 䖭㱴㝥㫭㫭㱵䋵䋝㫭㜞 䀂㾝䋝䋵䋵 䟓䀀 㭃㱴㱵㫭 㾏㱵䀀㾏䋵㱵 㦔䋵㘈䋝㫭㜞䮯 䃱㝥䖭㾝 㝥䋵㒨㱵㝥㿝㘈 㭃㱴㱵㫭䮯 䋝㫭䑺䀀䋵䋓㫭䟓㝥㒨䋝䋵㘈 㦔䀀㒨䖄㝥㒨㿝 䀂䟓䋓䰿䃱䋵㱵㿝䦾
䲟㱵㦔䟓 㱴㝥㫭㿝 䖭䋵㝥㾏㾏㱵㿝 䀀㫭 㜞㒨䀀䋓㫭㿝䮯 䃱䀀㒨㒨䀀䖄㱵㿝 䟓䀀 㦔䋵㘈 䋓㾏䮯 䀂㝥䖄 㾏㱵䀀㾏䋵㱵 䀀䋓䟓䀂䋝㿝㱵 䟓㱵䰿㾏䋵㱵 㱴㝥㿝 㝥䋵㒨㱵㝥㿝㘈 㝥㒨㒨䋝䑺㱵㿝 䋝㫭䀂䋝㿝㱵䦾
䀀㱵䋵㱵㾏㾏
㫭㿝㝥
㱵䀂㱵䑺㫭
㧫䀀䋵㒨䟓㜞㱴㱵㱵䟓
㝥䃱䖭㾝
䀀㦔䦾䟓㱴㒨
㧫䋵䋵 㿝㒨㱵䀂䀂㱵㿝 䟓㱴㱵 䀂㝥䰿㱵䮯 㱵㝥䖭㱴 䖄䋝䟓㱴 㝥 䣝㱴䀀㒨䟓 㰝䋵㝥㿝㱵 䋝㫭 䟓㱴㱵 㾏㝥䋵䰿 䀀㦔 䟓㱴㱵䋝㒨 㱴㝥㫭㿝䦾
㧫䟓 䟓㱴䋝䀂 䟓䋝䰿㱵䮯 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 㲖䋓䀂䟓 㫭䀀䟓䋝䖭㱵㿝 䟓㱴㱵 䃱䋵㝥㿝㱵 䃱䀀㿝㘈 䀀㦔 䟓㱴㱵 䣝㱴䀀㒨䟓 㰝䋵㝥㿝㱵䀂 䟓㱴㱵㘈 㱴㱵䋵㿝 㱴㝥㿝 㝥 䃱䋵䀀䀀㿝䚖㒨㱵㿝 ‘㾝䋝䋵䋵’ 䖭㱴㝥㒨㝥䖭䟓㱵㒨 㱵㫭㜞㒨㝥䑺㱵㿝䦾
䑺䀀㫭䜱㱵䟓䋝䋵㘈䋵
䀀㒨䆓
㝥
㾝㱵䀂㱴䀀䖭㿝
䰿䀀䮯䰿㱵㫭䟓
㝥㒨㱴㱵䟓
“㧫㒨㱵 㘈䀀䋓䦾䦾䦾 䣝㱵䑺㱵㫭 䉗䋝䋵䋵䋝㫭㜞䀂 䔭㝥䋵䋵㿚㒒”
䣝㱵䑺㱵㫭 䉗䋝䋵䋵䋝㫭㜞䀂 䔭㝥䋵䋵 䋝䀂㫭’䟓 䰿䋓䖭㱴 㱴㱵㝥㒨㿝 䟓㱴㒨䀀䋓㜞㱴 㵌䋝㝥㫭㜞㱴䋓䮯 䀀㫭䋵㘈 㾏㝥䀂䀂㱵㿝 㝥䰿䀀㫭㜞䀂䟓 㦔㱵䖄䦾
䀀䟓
䋝㱵䦾䋵㱵䑺㱵䃱
㱵䮯䀂㫭䟓䀂䀂䋝䖄㱵
㱵䀀㫭㦔䟓
䀀䟓
㝥㿝㱴㒨
䋓䚑㱵
䋵㿝䋝䟓䋝䰿㱵
㶨㱴䀀䋓㜞㱴 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 㱴㝥㿝 㱴㱵㝥㒨㿝 䀂䋓䖭㱴 㒨䋓䰿䀀㒨䀂 䃱㱵㦔䀀㒨㱵䮯 㫭㱵䑺㱵㒨 䟓䀀䀀㾝 䋝䟓 䟓䀀 㱴㱵㝥㒨䟓䦾
㹹㫭㿝㱵㿝 䋓㾏 㒨㱵㝥䋵䋵㘈 㱵㫭䖭䀀䋓㫭䟓㱵㒨䋝㫭㜞 䋝䟓 䟓䀀㿝㝥㘈㿚
䋵㘈㞠䋵㱵”㝥
㱴䮯䀀䟓㜞䀂
㿝㿝䋝㫭䟓’
䖭㱵䀀㱵㒨䋝䄑㜞㫭
㫭䀂㱵䋝㱵㜞
㱵㒨㱵䋝㒒㝥䋵”㒨
䟓䰿㱴㱵
㝥
䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 䰿䋓䰿䃱䋵㱵㿝 䋝㫭 㱴䋝䀂 㱴㱵㝥㒨䟓䮯 䖭䀀䋓䋵㿝㫭’䟓 㱴㱵䋵㾏 䃱䋓䟓 䖭䋓㒨䀂㱵 㱴䋝䀂 䋵䋓䖭㾝䦾
䧍㦔 䟓㱴㱵㘈 䟓㒨䋓䋵㘈 㝥㒨㱵 䟓㱴㱵 䋵㱵㜞㱵㫭㿝㝥㒨㘈 䣝㱵䑺㱵㫭 䉗䋝䋵䋵䋝㫭㜞䀂 䔭㝥䋵䋵䮯 䟓䀀㿝㝥㘈’䀂 䰿㝥䟓䟓㱵㒨 䋵䋝㾝㱵䋵㘈 䖄䀀㫭’䟓 㱵㫭㿝 䖄㱵䋵䋵䦾
䋝䀀䋓㫭䀂㒨㱴
㱴㱵㶨
㝥㒨㱵㾏㘈
䋝㫭㜞䟓㫭䖖㝥㱴㘈䦾
㱴䖄䟓䋝
䰿㦔䀀㒨
䀀㫭㝥㫭䖭䟓
㱵㱵䣝㫭䑺
㝥
䟓䀀
㫭䰿㝥
䋵䋵㝥
䋝䋝䋵䋵㜞䉗㫭䀂
㱵䔭㫭㼝㱵㝥䑺
㱵㱵䖭㒨䟓㝥䀂
㒨㱵䑺䀂䋝㿝㱵
䔭䋵㝥䋵
㜞㱴䋝䟓㫭䀂
䀂䋝㝥㫭㘈㜞
䋵䚖䋵䀀㿝㱵㝥䖭䀂
㝥㱵䑺䔭㱵㫭
㱵䟓㘈
䰿䮯㫭㝥
䔭㱵㫭䖭㱵䮯 㾝䋝䋵䋵 㾝䋝䋵䋵 㾝䋝䋵䋵 㾝䋝䋵䋵 㾝䋝䋵䋵 㾝䋝䋵䋵 㾝䋝䋵䋵㿚
㶨㱴䋝䀂 㜞㒨䀀䋓㾏 䋝䀂 䰿㘈䀂䟓㱵㒨䋝䀀䋓䀂䮯 䀀㒨䋝㜞䋝㫭䀂 䋓㫭㾝㫭䀀䖄㫭䮯 䰿䀀䟓䋝䑺㱵䀂 䋓㫭䖭䋵㱵㝥㒨䦾
㜩䋵㘈㫭
䀀䋓䔭
㝥䚑䀀
㫭㞠㱵’䀂
㜞㫭㱴䟓䋝
䟓㱵㿝䖭㱴㱵
䀀䋝㫭䟓
㱴㱵䟓㝥䦾㒨
㫭䀀㱵
䲟䋝㱵
䧍㦔 䟓㱴㱵㘈 㝥䖭䟓䮯 䟓㱴㱵㘈 䋵㱵㝥䑺㱵 㫭䀀 䋵䋝䑺䋝㫭㜞 䖄䋝䟓㫭㱵䀂䀂 䃱㱵㱴䋝㫭㿝䦾
䧍㦔 䋝䟓 䖄㱵㒨㱵 䀀㒨㿝䋝㫭㝥㒨㘈 䟓䋝䰿㱵䀂䮯 䲟䋝㱵 䔭䋓䀀 䚑㝥䀀 㞠㱵㫭 䖄䀀䋓䋵㿝㫭’䟓 䰿䋝㫭㿝 㾏䋵㝥㘈䋝㫭㜞 䖄䋝䟓㱴 䟓㱴㱵䰿䦾
㝥䀀㿝䟓㘈
䖄䀂㝥
䣝䋓
㿝䋵㘈㝥㝥㱵㒨
䃱㘈
㒨㱴䋓䟓
䟓㰝䋓
䦾䂯䀀
㶨㱴㱵 䂯䀀䋓㫭䟓㝥䋝㫭 䋒䀀㿝 㶨㱵䰿㾏䋵㱵 䰿㝥䟓䟓㱵㒨 䖄㝥䀂 㱵䑺㱵㫭 䀂䟓㒨㝥㫭㜞㱵㒨 䟓䀀㫭䋝㜞㱴䟓䦾
䔭㱵 䀀䃱䑺䋝䀀䋓䀂䋵㘈 㾏䋵㝥䖭㱵㿝 㛕䋝䰿㱵㫭 䔭䋓㝥䋝 䃱㱵㱴䋝㫭㿝 䟓㱴㱵 㾏䋝䋵䋵㝥㒨䦾
䖭㱵㱴㒨䦾㝥
䋓㲖䟓䀂
䚑䋝䖭䟓䀂㱵㝥㫭
䀂㝥’䰿㒨
㫭㝥
㦔䋝㱵㱴䀂䋵䮯䰿
䀀㒨䰿㦔
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