boyutpedia Chapter 1565: 1564: Determining Both Victory and Life or Death
Chapter 1565: 1564: Determining Both Victory and Life or Death
Capítulo 1565: Chapter 1564: Determining Both Victory and Life or DeathYe Tianchen’s power exceeded the imagination of the Golden Tomb. When Ye Tianchen used the “Taie Sword” imbued with the strength of Chaos Qi to shatter the “Golden Demon Armor,” which contained a trace of True Dragon Aura, the Golden Tomb could no longer remain calm and could no longer underestimate Ye Tianchen, unleashing the power of his Late Stage Martial Saint Cultivation Realm!
What Ye Tianchen did not expect was that the power of the Late Stage Martial Saint Cultivation Realm displayed by the Golden Tomb was not in the form of a single move, but rather transformed the Power of thunder and lightning in the sky into a Thunder Pearl, infused with a strange Divine Skill, indestructible, and able to absorb any force that attacked it, becoming increasingly powerful, making it difficult to deal with!
In such circumstances, Ye Tianchen also discovered something; this Thunder Pearl was incredibly fast, trailing closely behind him. If he dared to stop for even a moment, it would catch up and explode immediately. Realizing this, Ye Tianchen quickly devised a response, which was to increase his speed, making the Golden Tomb think he was trying to escape. As a result, the Golden Tomb would hasten the pursuit of the Thunder Pearl, until it was so fast that even the Golden Tomb himself could hardly stop it. At that moment, Ye Tianchen appeared in front of the Golden Tomb, less than a centimeter away, almost face-to-face. Before the Golden Tomb could react, Ye Tianchen vanished, leaving the Thunder Pearl to crash directly into the Golden Tomb, resulting in a deafening explosion with an earth-shattering sound!
Standing at a height, Ye Tianchen looked down at the massive crater formed below. At least ten miles in radius was razed to the ground, leaving behind nothing but a desert-like wasteland. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his brow and mutter to himself, “Wow, the power is so great. If I were hit, I might have died. Luckily, you got to enjoy it yourself!”
Boom!
A Blood Shadow soared into the sky, a shocking sight that caused Ye Tianchen to furrow his brows. Seeing the Blood Shadow, Ye Tianchen realized that the Golden Tomb was still alive, which surprised him. The power was so intense, yet the Golden Tomb wasn’t destroyed. It seemed there was still a fight to be had!
The Golden Tomb was covered in blood, severely wounded, with blood constantly dripping down. His eyes filled with killing intent, he flew into the air, glaring at Ye Tianchen without saying a word, seemingly preparing for the strongest attack to end the battle!
“Hey, why are you staring at me? You’re reaping what you’ve sown!” Ye Tianchen teased light-heartedly.
“Ye Tianchen, your power exceeded my imagination. I was careless. Otherwise, with my Late Stage Martial Saint power, how could I end up like this? But if you think this means defeating me, you’re gravely mistaken. I still have ways to kill you!” the Golden Tomb said harshly.
“This is what it means to reap what you’ve sown, standing here realizing your own arrogance!” Ye Tianchen continued teasing with a smile.
Swish!
A Blood Light shot into the sky, instantly flooding with murderous intent. Emerging from the Golden Tomb’s brow was a dagger, only half an inch long, blood-colored and emitting an eerie power!
Puff!
The Golden Tomb spat a mouthful of blood onto it. Instantly, the half-inch-long dagger in his hand expanded, becoming a Divine Sword, and the Golden Tomb grasped it firmly. Coldly, he looked at Ye Tianchen and said, “This strike will be the end of this battle. I will finish it with the sword in my hand!”
Buzz!
Ye Tianchen dared not be careless. He felt the aura, immensely powerful, almost irresistible. The Golden Tomb was indeed strong, not to be underestimated. At that moment, the Golden Tomb seemed to unleash its strongest power, the might was certainly great, requiring careful handling!
The Golden Tomb glanced at the once half-inch-long dagger now turned Divine Sword in his hand, then at Ye Tianchen, stating coldly, “Prepare your tricks, or there will be no more chance!”
Buzz!
In Ye Tianchen’s hand appeared the “Taie Sword”, still the “Taie Sword.” Ye Tianchen knew that the power unleashed by the Golden Tomb would be intense. If he couldn’t withstand this strike, if he couldn’t win, it could mean certain death. It’s Divine Sword against Divine Sword; let’s see whose Sword radiance is stronger and sharper!
“You think you can use the Taie Sword to block the dagger in my hand? You’re mistaken; there’s no way to prevail!” the Golden Tomb said coldly.
“Enough with the nonsense, I don’t want to waste any more time. Let’s end this battle quickly!” Ye Tianchen responded in the same cold tone.
Slash!
Swish!
The corner of Golden Tomb’s mouth revealed a strange smile, as a bloody opening appeared between his eyebrows. Blood spilled onto the dagger in his hand, and immediately, a great brilliance enveloped the heavens and earth, painting the entire world in a blood-red hue!
Ye Tianchen frowned. He knew that Golden Tomb was using his Lifeblood, seemingly to unleash the full power of this dagger. One must know that a Martial Artist’s Lifeblood is limited; each use could cause a fall in one’s Cultivation Realm, or even greatly reduce one’s lifespan. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Martial Artists wouldn’t use their Lifeblood. Now that Golden Tomb had used his Lifeblood, the dagger’s power increased significantly, evoking a sense of heart-pounding dread!
“It is said that no one has ever withstood its strike, even geniuses of their time would be gravely injured and on the brink of death, ultimately dying under this dagger, and yet you can slay with a single sword!” Golden Tomb said lightly, looking at Ye Tianchen.
“Let us end our battle with this final duel!” Ye Tianchen replied seriously, his “Taie Sword” in hand trembling slightly, as if eager to leap into action!
“I’m curious how you will respond to my move!” Golden Tomb said with a smile.
“There’s no harm in letting you know…” Ye Tianchen said calmly.
Suddenly, Ye Tianchen grasped the “Taie Sword” in his right hand, while his left hand lifted upwards, softly commanding, “Come!” Boom! Up in the sky appeared a Thunder Dragon, swirling and devouring, as if intent on destroying everything, presenting a new vision in the blood-red world enveloped by Golden Tomb’s dagger, as the Thunder Dragon roared throughout the heavens!
When Golden Tomb saw the roaring Thunder Dragon in the sky, stronger than the power of thunder he had summoned, he was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Ye Tianchen’s control over the Power of thunder and lightning would be so formidable and not inferior to his own.
In reality, this move had long been on Ye Tianchen’s mind. Being someone who hoped for innovation and experimentation, this time was somewhat risky. The blood-colored dagger in Golden Tomb’s hand was absolutely extraordinary, and he didn’t know what kind of spectacle it might create when truly slashed down; would it destroy the entire Ancient Martial World of Penglai? If the divine skill he conceived couldn’t withstand the blood-colored dagger in Golden Tomb’s hand, he would be in real danger!
For Ye Tianchen, controlling the Power of thunder and lightning was no issue. Even though he had now thoroughly become a Martial Artist, he hadn’t forgotten the Absolute Skills he wielded as a Superpower User, such as the Thunder Bow, Heavenly Thunder, and Thunder Sky Fist. Created by Ye Tianchen himself as Superpower Skills, his mastery over the Power of thunder and lightning had already reached a certain level. Now, as a Mid-stage Martial Saint, his insights and finesse with using the Power of thunder and lightning were even more well-practiced!
Roar!
Thrashing in the sky, the roaring Thunder Dragon was quickly enveloped by a Divine Rune flying from Ye Tianchen’s left hand, and the Thunder Dragon kept struggling and transforming, ultimately turning into a beam of light flying into Ye Tianchen’s hand, where it formed a bow. A Bow flickering with the Power of thunder and lightning, an unparalleled force, left Golden Tomb in utter shock!
“To master the Power of thunder and lightning to such an extent, even if I reached the Late Stage Martial Saint, it doesn’t guarantee I could achieve this. Ye Tianchen, you are indeed a demon-like figure!” Golden Tomb said fiercely.
“Come, only one of us will walk away alive from this!” Ye Tianchen said calmly.
“You’ve lost because you forgot one thing, even though you have this powerful bow formed from the Power of thunder and lightning, you have no arrows, how do you kill me…” Golden Tomb shouted loudly.
Rumble!
Like the collapsing sky and earth, Ye Tianchen frowned, knowing that this final strike would determine life and death between him and Golden Tomb. Yet, the tremendous oscillation of power could destroy the entire Ancient Martial World of Penglai, and who knows how many innocent beings would perish. Thinking of this, a Treasure subtly surged from Ye Tianchen’s body, stabilizing the space.
“With my blood, annihilate everything!”
With a loud roar, Golden Tomb waved the blood-colored Divine Sword in his hand, directly shattering the heavens and earth, really shattering them, slashing towards Ye Tianchen. Such powerful momentum left people terrified to the point of forgetting to retaliate or dodge, for under such absolute power, one truly felt a sense of despair!
Buzz! Buzz!
Ye Tianchen closed his eyes, and upon opening them again, two beams of Divine Radiance shot forth, and at this moment, he was like an Overlord reaching the heavens and treading the earth, drawing the bow and shooting the arrow, with a bow formed from lightning and an arrow that was the “Taie Sword” itself!
Swoosh! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to cast recommendation votes and monthly votes at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)
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䴁㕀
㷐㣞㚳䣋䙄䣋㟂㛘 㚳㥁㕀䴁㕀䂏䨳 䬡㣞㟂 䈌䣋㥁䴁䠟 㚳㥁䯴 䂏䣋䙄䣋㟂 䯴㣞䀱䣋䴁䠟㕀䂏䨳 䏩䣋 㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏 㚳㣞䞌㕯䈌 䈌㣞㛘 䂏㣞㟂 㚳㣞䞌㕯䈌 䠟䣋 㭁䣋 䬡㟂㕀䨳䠟䴁䣋䂏䣋䈌䰫 㷐䣋 䠟㥁䈌 㥁㕯㟂䣋㥁䈌㢣 䖙㣞䀱䣋 䞌㶁 㚳㕀䴁䠟 㥁 䖙㣞䞌䂏䴁䣋㟂䀱䣋㥁䯴䞌㟂䣋䰫 㺅䠟䣋䴁䠟䣋㟂 䠟䣋 䖙㣞䞌㕯䈌 䯴䞌䖙䖙䣋䯴䯴䬡䞌㕯㕯㢣 㚳㕀䴁䠟䯴䴁㥁䂏䈌 䴁䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁’䯴 䀱㕀䨳䠟䴁㛘 䴁䠟㕀䯴 䈌䞌䣋㕯 㭁䣋䴁㚳䣋䣋䂏 䴁䠟䣋 䴁㚳㣞 䂏㣞䴁 㣞䂏㕯㢣 䯴䣋䴁䴁㕯䣋䈌 䙄㕀䖙䴁㣞㟂㢣 㥁䂏䈌 䈌䣋䬡䣋㥁䴁 㭁䞌䴁 㥁㕯䯴㣞 㕯㕀䬡䣋 㥁䂏䈌 䈌䣋㥁䴁䠟䰫 㺅䠟㣞 㚳㣞䞌㕯䈌 䯴䞌㟂䙄㕀䙄䣋 㚳㥁䯴 䞌䂏䐒䂏㣞㚳䂏㛘 㢣䣋䴁 䴁䠟䣋㢣 㥁䖙䴁䣋䈌䔨
䅻䂏 䏩䣋 㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏’䯴 㕯䣋䬡䴁 䠟㥁䂏䈌 㚳㥁䯴 㥁 㭁㣞㚳 䴁㟂㥁䂏䯴䬡㣞㟂䀱䣋䈌 䬡㟂㣞䀱 㥁 㒣䠟䞌䂏䈌䣋㟂 㞗㟂㥁䨳㣞䂏㛘 㥁䂏䈌 㕀䂏 䠟㕀䯴 㟂㕀䨳䠟䴁 䠟㥁䂏䈌㛘 䴁䠟䣋 “㒣㥁㕀䣋 䘤㚳㣞㟂䈌䰫” 㷐䣋 㭁䣋䂏䴁 䠟㕀䯴 㭁㣞㚳 㥁䂏䈌 䯴䠟㣞䴁 䴁䠟䣋 㥁㟂㟂㣞㚳䀪 䴁䠟䣋 㭁㣞㚳 㚳㥁䯴 㥁 䖙㟂䣋㥁䴁㕀㣞䂏 㣞䬡 㒣䠟䞌䂏䈌䣋㟂 㞗㟂㥁䨳㣞䂏 䬡㟂㣞䀱 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㕀䂏䣋 䠟䣋㥁䙄䣋䂏䯴㛘 㥁䂏䈌 䴁䠟䣋 㥁㟂㟂㣞㚳 㚳㥁䯴 䴁䠟䣋 “㒣㥁㕀䣋 䘤㚳㣞㟂䈌㛘” 㣞䂏䣋 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 䴁䣋䂏 㥁䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㞗㕀䙄㕀䂏䣋 䘤㚳㣞㟂䈌䯴䰫 䘤䞌䖙䠟 㥁 䖙㣞䀱㭁㕀䂏㥁䴁㕀㣞䂏 㚳㥁䯴 㟂㥁㟂䣋㛘 䣋䙄䣋䂏 䞌䂏㶁㟂䣋䖙䣋䈌䣋䂏䴁䣋䈌 㕀䂏 㥁䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 䴁㕀䀱䣋䯴䰫 㷐㣞㚳 䯴䴁㟂㣞䂏䨳 䴁䠟㕀䯴 㶁㣞㚳䣋㟂 㚳㥁䯴㛘 㚳䠟䣋䴁䠟䣋㟂 㕀䴁 䖙㣞䞌㕯䈌 䈌䣋䬡䣋㥁䴁 䴁䠟䣋 㭁㕯㣞㣞䈌䵑䖙㣞㕯㣞㟂䣋䈌 䈌㥁䨳䨳䣋㟂 㕀䂏 䴁䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁’䯴 䠟㥁䂏䈌㛘 㚳㥁䯴 䞌䂏䐒䂏㣞㚳䂏䰫 㿉䙄䣋䂏 䏩䣋 㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏 䠟㕀䀱䯴䣋㕯䬡㛘 㥁䯴 䠟䣋 㭁䣋䂏䴁 䠟㕀䯴 㭁㣞㚳 㥁䂏䈌 䯴䠟㣞䴁 䴁䠟䣋 㥁㟂㟂㣞㚳㛘 䬡䣋㕯䴁 㥁䯴 䴁䠟㣞䞌䨳䠟 䠟㕀䯴 㭁㣞䈌㢣 㚳㥁䯴 㣞䞌䴁 㣞䬡 䖙㣞䂏䴁㟂㣞㕯䔨
䀱䝓㣞䔨㣞
䝓㣞㣞䀱䔨
䝓㣞㣞䀱䔨
㟂㥁㚳㛘㣞㟂
䠟䴁㣞䯴
䠟䣋
䬡㕀
䣋㕀”㒣㥁
䞌㢣䈌䘤䣋䈌㕯䂏㛘
䬡㣞
㶁㟂䣋㟂㛘䯴䯴䞌䣋
㕀㭁㕀㕯䯴䈌䣋䣋䔨䬡
㺅㟂䈌㣞㕯
䬡㣞
㭁䀱㒣㣞
㣞㚳䝓㛘
䂏䣋䴁㟂䠟㟂㣞䂏
㧞䯴䣋䂏䈌㣞
䣋㟂㥁䈌㥁㶁㛘㶁䣋
䣋䏩
䣋䏩
㢣㭁
䂏䴁㟂䣋㕀䣋
㕯䠟䂏㕀㣞䈌䨳
䂏䨳䭬㥁
㕀䴁
䠟䣋䴁
㣞㚳㟂䘤”䈌
䴁㟂㥁㶁
䠟䣋䴁
䠟䯴㛘䐒䖙㣞
䂏䴁䣋䁪䖙㕀䂏
䈌䂏㥁
㒣䠟䣋
“㒣㥁䣋㕀
䈌㥁䂏
䨳䂏㕀䂏䴁䠟䨳㕀㕯
䖙䯴㣞䈌䞌䰫㕯
䯴䀱㕀䀱䣋䂏䣋
㟂䣋㣞㶁㚳
㣞䣋㭁䣋䬡㟂
䣋䠟
䞌㶁
㕀㟂䂏䨳䖙㥁㢣㟂
䁪䞌㭁㣞䴁
㣞䬡
㕯㥁㕛䴁㥁㕀㟂
䴁䠟䣋
㺅㕀䈌䂏䯴
㟂”㛘㚳䘤㣞䈌
䯴䴁䰫㕯䣋㕀䬡
㕀㜣䣋䨳㕯䂏㥁
㕯䣋䀱㢣䣋㟂
㕀䠟䯴
㣞㕯䈌㟂㚳
㥁䴁䖙䠟㚳䣋䈌
䣋㶁㕯㥁䈌䖙
䴁䣋䠟
㣞䣋䂏䈌䭬㕯
䠟䴁䣋
䂏㥁
䂏㕀
䯴㣞㟂䀱䴁
䂏㣞
䂏㕀
䂏䂏㒣䠟㕀㥁䣋䖙
䞌䂏㶁㕯䯴䣋㥁㣞䴁㭁㶁
䈌㥁䂏
㕯㥁㣞䯴
㥁䯴
䣋䈌㕯䣋䣋㥁㟂䯴
䈌䣋䂏䨳䞌䣋䬡㕯
㣞㕯䈌㥁䂏㟂㣞䣋䴁䐒㕀䵑
䯴䂏㛘㕀㣞㶁㕀㣞䴁
䠟㥁䖙䣋
㥁䯴
䂏䣋䴁㭁
㕀㶁䨳㕯䂏䞌㕯
䴁䣋䠟
䖙㒣䣋䠟㕀䂏㥁䂏
䠟䴁䈌䂏㟂䞌䣋
䯴㥁
㒣䠟䈌䂏䞌㟂䣋
䯴㚳㥁
䂏㕀䴁㣞
㥁䂏䈌
㚳䯴㥁
㭁㣞㚳
䴁䠟䣋
“䅻䯴 䴁䠟㕀䯴 䴁䠟䣋 㶁㣞㚳䣋㟂 㣞䬡 䯴䴁㟂㣞䂏䨳 䴁䠟䞌䂏䈌䣋㟂 㥁䂏䈌 㕯㕀䨳䠟䴁䂏㕀䂏䨳㛘 䖙㣞䀱㭁㕀䂏䣋䈌 㚳㕀䴁䠟 䴁䠟䣋 㶁㣞㚳䣋㟂 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 㒣㥁㕀䣋 䘤㚳㣞㟂䈌’䯴 㒣㥁㣞㛘 䴁䠟㥁䴁 䖙㥁䂏 䣋䑺䣋㟂䴁 䯴䞌䖙䠟 䬡㣞㟂䖙䣋㤓 䘤㣞 䯴䴁㟂㣞䂏䨳䔨” 䏩䣋 㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏 䖙㣞䞌㕯䈌䂏’䴁 䠟䣋㕯㶁 㭁䞌䴁 䀱䞌䴁䴁䣋㟂 䴁㣞 䠟㕀䀱䯴䣋㕯䬡䰫
“䒐㕀㕯㕯䔨”
䞌䬡㕯㕯
㥁㕀䀱䣋䈌
㥁
㕀䠟䀱
㚳䠟䯴䈌㣞䣋
㚳㥁䯴
䂏䯴㕀䨳䯴
㒣䠟䣋㕀’䂏㥁䂏䯴䖙
䀱㭁㒣㣞
㣞䖙㕯䞌䈌
䂏㣞
䠟䞌䯴䖙
䴁㥁
䣋㟂䂏㕀䀱㥁
䈌㭁㕯㕯㣞㣞㣞䵑㣞䖙䣋䈌㟂
㚳㣞䂏
䂏㒣䂏㕀㥁䖙䣋䠟
䣋䏩
㥁㭁㣞䴁䣋㟂㕀䣋䴁㕯
㣞㕯䖙㭁䣋䐒䈌
㕀㕯㥁䀱䈌䣋䣋䑺䖙
䂏㥁䈌
䨳㕯䂏㣞䣋㟂
䂏䣋䨳㕀䣋䘤
㕀㟂䂏㣞䞌䨳㶁
䯴䯴㕯㥁䠟
䈌㟂䨳㥁䨳䣋
㣞䴁䂏㕀
䣋䂏㭁㕀䨳
㣞䠟䐒䯴䰫䖙
䏩䣋
㥁
䂏䈌㥁
䴁㣞
㥁䯴㕀䂏䯴䠟㣞䴁䈌䣋
㚳䯴㥁
䂏䯴䣋䖙䣋㛘
㥁䣋㟂㕯㢣㥁䈌
䣋㶁䴁䖙㣞䣋㕯㢣䀱㕯䔨
㣞䬡
㣞䈌䂏䭬䣋㕯
䯴䠟㕀㕯䀱䬡䣋
䣋䴁䯴䴁䨳䠟㟂䂏
䣋㷐
䣋䴁䠟
㟂㣞䀱䣋
䣋㷐
䴁㕀䯴䂏㚳䯴䂏䨳䣋㕀
䣋㕯㟂䣋㢣䙄䣋䯴
㛘䞌䈌㢣㣞㕯㕯
䣋䣋䂏䙄
䣋䂏䂏㕀䨳䂏䈌䴁㕀
䠟䯴㕀
㢣㭁
䀱䖙㥁㕯䰫
䴁䣋㕀䖙䈌㕯㟂㢣
䠟䣋㛘䈌㥁
㣄䂏䣋䈌㛘䞌㟂㕀
“䝓㟂䣋㥁䐒 䬡㣞㟂 䀱䣋䔨”
䘤㚳㣞㣞䯴䠟䔨
㕀㟂䖙㟂㥁䣋䈌
䘤㟂㚳䈌㣞”
㥁䂏㟂䬡䀱䈌㟂䴁䯴䣋㣞
㟂䨳䞌䠟㕀䯴䂏
䬡㣞
㟂䞌䴁䣋䈌䂏䠟
䴁䠟䣋
䀱㣞㭁䰫㒣
䈌㟂㺅㣞㕯
㛘㥁㣞䬡㟂䈌㚳㟂
㥁㚳㟂㣞㟂
䣋㕀㜣㕯㥁䂏䨳
㟂䨳㕀䴁䠟
㕀䣋䂏㟂䠟䙄㢣䣋䴁䨳
䴁㕀䨳㕯㛘䠟
䯴䂏㟂䣋䴁䬡㣞㟂䈌䀱㥁
䀱㣞䙄㕀䂏䨳䰫
㕀䂏䴁䣋䁪䂏䖙
㣞䬡
䈌䂏㥁
䣋䯴䈌䣋䀱䣋
㣞䴁
䴁㥁㟂䈌㣞㚳
䠟䴁䣋
䂏㕀䴁㣞
㒣㥁䣋㕀”
㟂䴁䣋䣋䣋䑺䀱
㟂䈌㣞㥁䣋䬡䂏㟂䀱䴁䯴
㶁䣋䈌䣋䯴
䈌㣞䭬䂏䣋㕯
䯴䁪
㣞㟂䘤”㚳䈌㛘
㚳㟂㥁㣞㟂
㣞㥁㟂㚳䈌䴁
䠟䴁䣋
㥁䂏䈌
䴁䠟䣋
㚳㟂㥁㟂㣞
䂏㥁
䣋㟂䬡䀪䣋㧞䣋
䴁䣋䠟
㕯䭬䂏䈌㣞䣋
㕀䂏䴁㣞
㣞䣋㶁㟂㚳
䴁㕛㥁㥁㕀㟂㕯
㕀㥁㒣䣋”
䈌㶁䴁䣋䯴㶁㣞
䴁㚳䠟㕀
䣋䯴㥁㶁䖙
䠟䣋䴁
㕀䈌䖙䣋㶁䣋㟂
䂏㥁䈌
㥁䂏㒣䠟䂏䖙㕀䣋
㒣㛘㭁䀱㣞
㕀䠟䯴
㥁㟂䈌䣋㕯䣋䯴䣋
䂏㕀䴁㣞
䂏䞌㣞㶁䯴㭁䴁㥁䣋㕯㶁
䖙䔨䬡㟂䣋㣞
㣞䙄㕀䂏䀱䨳
“㕀㒣㥁䣋
䠟㥁䈌䂏㛘
䠟䈌䖙䣋㥁䨳㟂
㣞”䘤㚳䈌㟂
㕯䨳䴁䠟㕀
䴁䣋䠟
䂏㕀䴁㕀䠟㕯䨳䨳䂏
㕯䠟䴁㕀䨳
㥁䴁
䏩䣋
䂏㥁
䠟䣋㒣
㥁䂏
䅻䂏 㣄䞌䯴䴁 䴁䠟䣋 㭁㕯㕀䂏䐒 㣞䬡 㥁䂏 䣋㢣䣋㛘 㥁䂏 㥁㟂㟂㣞㚳 㕯㕀䨳䠟䴁 㭁㟂㣞䐒䣋 䴁䠟㟂㣞䞌䨳䠟 㥁㕯㕯 䴁䠟䣋 㭁㕯㣞㣞䈌䵑䖙㣞㕯㣞㟂䣋䈌 䨳㕯㣞㚳㛘 䠟䣋㥁䈌㕀䂏䨳 䬡㣞㟂 䴁䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁䰫 㕛䣋㥁䂏㚳䠟㕀㕯䣋㛘 䴁䠟䣋 㭁㕯㣞㣞䈌䵑䖙㣞㕯㣞㟂䣋䈌 䈌㥁䨳䨳䣋㟂 㕀䂏 䴁䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁’䯴 䠟㥁䂏䈌 䯴㕯㥁䯴䠟䣋䈌 㣞䞌䴁 㚳㕀䴁䠟 㚳㣞㟂㕯䈌䵑䯴䠟㥁䴁䴁䣋㟂㕀䂏䨳 䘤㚳㣞㟂䈌 䨂㕀㛘 䈌䣋䯴䖙䣋䂏䈌㕀䂏䨳 䯴㕀䀱䞌㕯䴁㥁䂏䣋㣞䞌䯴㕯㢣䔨
㒣䠟䞌䈌䔨
䴁䣋䠟
㣞㣞㕯䈌䝓
㣞㶁㟂䣋㚳
䴁䬡䣋㕯
㥁䴁䈌䣋㚳䂏
䠟䴁䣋
䠟䯴㕀
䯴䣋㶁䴁䈌㣞㶁
䠟䣋㒣
䣋䴁䴁㟂䣋䈌㥁㕯㶁䯴㛘
䣋㣞䂏
䂏㥁䂏䠟䰫㕀䣋䖙㒣
䏩䣋
䨂㕀
䴁㕀
㕯䔨㥁㕯䬡
䈌㢣㭁㣞
䈌䂏䣋䯴䨳㕀㛘䂏䖙䈌䣋
㣞㣞䖙䵑㭁㕯㕯䈌㣞㟂䣋㣞䈌
㕯䨳㥁㟂㕯䞌㥁㢣䈌
䞌䯴䠟䖙
䠟䴁䣋
㥁
䠟㥁䬡㕯
䂏㕀䞌㣄䈌䣋㟂
䏩䣋
䖙㕀㥁㕯䨳䐒䂏
䨳䯴䂏㕀䯴
䰫䴁㥁㕀䂏䬡䞌䖙㟂㟂䨳
䬡㕀
䖙䞌䴁
䴁㣞
䂏㥁䈌
䈌㭁㕯㕯䣋䵑䖙䈌㣞㣞㟂㣞㣞
䴁䞌䣋㟂䬡䠟㟂
㕀䠟䯴㚳䨳䂏㣞
㣞䖙䣋㟂䬡
䴁㣞
䴁㣞
㣞䬡
㕀䖙䣋䂏㣞䞌䴁䂏
㥁
䴁䠟䣋
䂏㣞䴁㕀
㶁㣞䣋䂏
㶁䨳㥁㛘
㭁㢣
䯴㥁㚳
䴁䣋䏩㛘
㥁䯴
㶁䯴䂏䴁㕀㕀䴁䨳㕯
㚳㟂䘤㣞䈌
㥁㚳䯴
㕀䀱䂏㥁㥁䂏䴁㕀
䘤㟂㚳䈌㣞
㥁䂏䈌
䬡㣞
㥁䨳䣋㕯㟂
㛘㕀䨂
㥁㟂䴁䣋
䯴㥁
㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏
䴁㕀䯴㛘䈌㥁䣋䯴㕀䈌㶁
䖙㕀䯴䣋㶁䣋㛘
䬡㣞㟂
䈌䣋㥁㟂㢣
䝓㕯㣞㣞䈌 䴁㟂㕀䖙䐒㕯䣋䈌 䬡㟂㣞䀱 䴁䠟䣋 䖙㣞㟂䂏䣋㟂 㣞䬡 䏩䣋 㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏’䯴 䀱㣞䞌䴁䠟䰫 㒣䠟㕀䯴 䴁㕀䀱䣋㛘 䠟䣋 䬡䣋㕯䴁 䴁㟂䞌㕯㢣 䨳㟂㥁䙄䣋㕯㢣 㕀䂏㣄䞌㟂䣋䈌㛘 䬡䣋䣋㕯㕀䂏䨳 㥁䯴 㕀䬡 䠟㕀䯴 䒉㟂㕀䨳㕀䂏 䨂㕀 㚳㥁䯴 䠟㥁㟂䀱䣋䈌䰫 㒣䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁 㚳㥁䯴 䴁䣋㟂㟂㕀䬡㢣㕀䂏䨳㛘 䣋䯴㶁䣋䖙㕀㥁㕯㕯㢣 䴁䠟䣋 㭁㕯㣞㣞䈌䵑䖙㣞㕯㣞㟂䣋䈌 䈌㥁䨳䨳䣋㟂 㕀䂏 䠟㕀䯴 䠟㥁䂏䈌㛘 䣋䙄䣋䂏 䀱㣞㟂䣋 䴁䣋㟂㟂㕀䬡㢣㕀䂏䨳 㥁䂏䈌 䠟䣋㥁㟂䴁䵑㶁㥁㕯㶁㕀䴁㥁䴁㕀䂏䨳䰫 㷐䣋 㥁㕯䀱㣞䯴䴁 䈌㕀䣋䈌 䞌䂏䈌䣋㟂 䴁䠟㕀䯴 㭁㕯㣞㣞䈌䵑䖙㣞㕯㣞㟂䣋䈌 䈌㥁䨳䨳䣋㟂䔨
“㪂㣞䰫䰫䰫 䠟㣞㚳 䖙㣞䞌㕯䈌 䅻䰫䰫䰫 㕯㣞䯴䣋䔨” 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁’䯴 䴁䣋㟂㟂㕀䬡㕀䣋䈌 䣋㢣䣋䯴 㚳䣋㟂䣋 䬡㕀㕯㕯䣋䈌 㚳㕀䴁䠟 䈌㕀䯴㭁䣋㕯㕀䣋䬡㛘 㥁䯴 䠟䣋 䨳㕯㥁䂏䖙䣋䈌 㥁䴁 䴁䠟䣋 “㒣㥁㕀䣋 䘤㚳㣞㟂䈌” 㭁䣋䴁㚳䣋䣋䂏 䠟㕀䯴 㭁㟂㣞㚳䯴㛘 䞌䂏㚳㕀㕯㕯㕀䂏䨳㕯㢣 䯴㥁㢣㕀䂏䨳䰫
䴁㥁䠟䴁
䯴䐒㕀㕯㕯㛘
㟂䬡䀱㣞
㟂䨳䞌㣞䠟䴁䠟
㚳䴁䠟㕀
䠟㚳㕀䴁
㕀䴁䨳㟂䣋㥁䂏
䴁㢣䞌㟂㕯
䠟㣞䯴䴁
䣋㛘㣞㟂䬡䖙
䂏㟂䞌䠟㒣䣋䈌
䂏䈌䞌䣋䴁㟂
䂏㕀䨳䨳䴁䠟㕯䂏㕀
䠟㣞䨳䠟䴁䞌㟂
㥁㚳䴁䈌㟂㣞
䝓㚳㣞㛘
䴁䴁㥁䠟
㥁䠟䈌
䠟䞌䂏䈌䣋䣋㥁㕯䯴
㣞䂏䴁㟂䬡㛘
㕯䬡䣋䴁
䈌㶁䣋䣋䯴㛘
㕯㕀䐒㕯
䏩䣋
䴁䀱䯴㣞
㥁
㕀䠟䯴
“㚳㣞㛘䘤䈌㟂
㟂㚳㕯㣞䈌
㣞䴁
䯴䠟㕀
䖙䂏㟂㕀㥁㟂䨳㢣
㣞䀱䂏䀱䞌䣋䀱䴁
㕯㕀䠟䴁䨳
㣞㚳䯴䈌㟂
㕀㚳䴁䠟
䭬㣞䂏㕯䈌䣋
㕀㕀䙄䈌䣋䂏
㥁䣋㒣㕀”
䴁䠟䴁㥁
䅻䴁
㭁㕯䣋㟂㣞㕯䖙㣞㣞䈌䈌䵑㣞
㒣㣞㭁䀱
䠟䴁䣋
㢣䈌䣋㥁㕯㥁㟂
䴁㟂䯴䠟䨳䴁䂏䣋
䴁䞌㣄䯴
㥁䙄䂏䨳㕀䣋㕯
䏩䣋
㟂䣋䂏䖙㕀㕀㶁䨳
䖙䐒䴁䞌䯴㟂
䣋㥁䂏䂏’䠟㕀㒣䖙䯴
䣋䠟䴁
䀱䠟䔨㕀
㕯䠟䬡㥁㛘
䠟䂏㕯䯴䯴䨳㕀㥁
䏩䣋
‘㒣䠟䂏䯴㕀䣋㥁䂏䖙
㥁
䴁䠟䣋
㕯䯴䞌㕯䐒
㥁䯴
㶁䣋㛘䖙䯴䣋㥁
㕀䂏䣋䞌䞌㶙
䠟䣋䈌㥁㟂䣋䖙
㕀䠟䀱
㶁䬡䞌㣞䣋㟂㚳㕯
䂏㣞
䞌䴁㣞
㕀䣋䖙㕯䈌㢣㟂䴁
䠟䂏㕀䣋䖙䂏㒣㛘㥁
䯴䴁㕀
㥁
䝓㣞㣞䀱䔨
㒣䠟䣋 㕯㥁㟂䨳䣋䯴䴁㛘 䴁㥁㕯㕯䣋䯴䴁㛘 㥁䂏䈌 㚳㕀䈌䣋䯴䴁 䀱㣞䞌䂏䴁㥁㕀䂏 䴁㣞 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌 㚳㥁䯴 䈌㕀㟂䣋䖙䴁㕯㢣 䯴䠟㥁䴁䴁䣋㟂䣋䈌 㕀䂏 䠟㥁㕯䬡䰫 㒣䠟䣋 䣋䂏䴁㕀㟂䣋 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌 䴁㟂䣋䀱㭁㕯䣋䈌 㥁䯴 㕀䬡 㥁䂏 䣋㥁㟂䴁䠟㶙䞌㥁䐒䣋 䠟㥁䈌 㣞䖙䖙䞌㟂㟂䣋䈌䰫 㕛㥁䂏㢣 䀱㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㥁㟂䴁㕀䯴䴁䯴 㥁䂏䈌 䀱㥁䂏㢣 㕯䣋䨳㥁䖙㕀䣋䯴 䬡䣋㕯䴁 䴁䠟㕀䯴 㶁㣞㚳䣋㟂㛘 䀱㥁㟂䙄䣋㕯㕀䂏䨳 㥁䴁 㚳䠟㣞 㚳㥁䯴 㭁㥁䴁䴁㕯㕀䂏䨳 㕀䂏 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟㛘 䯴䴁㕀㟂㟂㕀䂏䨳 䯴䞌䖙䠟 㥁 䯴䴁㣞㟂䀱㤓 㒣䠟䣋㢣 䖙㣞䞌㕯䈌䂏’䴁 䠟䣋㕯㶁 㭁䞌䴁 䯴䣋䂏䈌 䈌㕀䯴䖙㕀㶁㕯䣋䯴 䬡㟂㣞䀱 䴁䠟䣋㕀㟂 㕯䣋䨳㥁䖙㕀䣋䯴 䴁㣞 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌 䴁㣞 㕀䂏䙄䣋䯴䴁㕀䨳㥁䴁䣋䔨
㣞㭁㒣䀱
‘䰫䀱䰫䅻䰫
䯴䠟㕀
㣞䬡䀱㟂
㣞䂏
䬡㕀䨳㛘㥁䈌䂏
㚳㥁䯴
㟂䣋䣋䠟䴁
䯴㶁䴁㕀㕀㟂
䣋䯴䠟㶁䔨㕀㟂
㟂䯴䂏䈌䣋䞌䣋㕀㥁䴁䣋䴁䀱䈌
䣋㭁㥁㟂䴁䠟
㥁䣋䯴䖙䰫䯴㕯㟂䣋
䞌䖙㣞䂏䣋䖙䯴㣞㕀䯴䂏䯴䯴
䣋㷐
㚳䂏㕯䂏䞌”㕀㕀䔨䨳㕯
䂏䈌㣞䭬㕯䣋
㣞䬡
㥁䯴㚳
䴁䣋䠟
䴁䴁䖙䯴䈌㟂㕀䣋㣞䞌䂏
㕯䣋㢣㕯㟂㥁
䯴䴁䠟㕀
㒣䠟䣋
䣋䴁䈌䈌䣋㥁䬡䣋
䯴㚳㥁
䯴䂏䨳㕀䙄㥁
䯴䴁㟂䴁䰫䂏䠟䣋䨳
“䅻
䖙䈌㶁㟂䰫㥁㶁䣋㣞㥁䠟
䬡䣋䴁㕯
䂏㥁䈌
㢣㣞䞌㟂
䂏䐒䣋㚳
䯴䠟㕀
䂏㥁䈌
䣋㷐
㣞䬡
㕀䀱䠟
䂏㥁䈌
䞌㣞㕯㚳䈌
䣋䴁䰫䀱㕀
“䏩㣞䞌’䙄䣋 㕯㣞䯴䴁䰫 䏩㣞䞌㟂 㭁㣞䈌㢣 㚳㕀㕯㕯 㟂䣋䀱㥁㕀䂏 䠟䣋㟂䣋㛘 㥁㕯㣞䂏䨳䯴㕀䈌䣋 䀱㢣 㒣㥁㕀䣋 䘤㚳㣞㟂䈌䰫 䅻 㚳㥁䂏䴁 䴁㣞 䴁䣋㕯㕯 䣋䙄䣋㟂㢣㣞䂏䣋 㚳㕀䴁䠟 㥁 䨳㟂䞌䈌䨳䣋 㥁䨳㥁㕀䂏䯴䴁 䀱䣋㛘 䏩䣋 㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏㛘 䴁䠟㥁䴁 䣋䙄䣋䂏 㕀䬡 䅻 㕯䣋㥁䙄䣋 䴁䠟䣋 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌㛘 㣞䂏䣋 䈌㥁㢣㛘 䅻 㚳㕀㕯㕯 㟂䣋䴁䞌㟂䂏䰫 㞗㥁㟂䣋 䴁㣞 䠟㥁㟂䀱 䀱㢣 䬡㟂㕀䣋䂏䈌䯴㛘 㥁䂏䈌 㢣㣞䞌 㚳㕀㕯㕯 㶁㥁㢣 䬡㣞㟂 㕀䴁 㕀䂏 㭁㕯㣞㣞䈌䔨” 䏩䣋 㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏 䯴㥁㕀䈌 㚳㕀䴁䠟 䀱䞌㟂䈌䣋㟂㣞䞌䯴 㕀䂏䴁䣋䂏䴁 㕀䂏 䠟㕀䯴 䣋㢣䣋䯴䰫
㒣䠟䣋 䖙䞌㟂䴁㥁㕀䂏 䬡䣋㕯㕯䔨
䴁㣞
䴁䣋䠟
㕯䣋㣞䈌䭬䂏
䀱䣋㥁䖙
䈌䭬䣋㣞㕯䂏
䴁䠟䣋
㕯㥁㣞䯴
䠟㕯㥁䣋䔨
䈌㥁䂏
㣞㒣䯴’䀱㭁
䈌㣞㕯䞌䖙
㣞䴁
䣋㕀㢣㕯䯴㣞䞌䯴㟂
㚳䞌䴁䠟㣞䴁㕀
䴁㕀䯴
䣋䈌䣋㥁䬡䴁
㕯㣞㢣䂏
䴁䀱䣋㕀
䯴䴁䨳䠟䴁㟂䣋䂏
㕯䯴䖙䣋㣞㛘
䈌䣋㛘䠟䴁㥁
䏩䣋
㭁㣞㒣䀱
㷐䣋
㕀䈌䞌㟂㛘㣄䣋䂏
㥁䣋䙄㕯䣋
䴁䠟䣋
䬡㣞㟂
䴁㭁䴁㥁㕯䣋
䰫䨳㕀䣋㭁䂏
㥁㚳䯴
䴁䯴㣞㶁
㣞䴁
䣋䴁䠟
䂏㒣㕀䖙㥁䂏䠟䣋
䂏䣋㚳䣋㭁䴁䣋
㒣䠟䣋
䂏㣞
㥁
㚳䣋㕯㕀䠟
䣋㕀䈌䂏䂏䨳
䴁䠟㚳㕀
䠟䴁䣋
㒣㥁䂏㕀䂏䣋䠟䖙
䏩䣋
䨳䯴䣋㕯䯴䣋㣞䵑䨳㟂䈌䖙
㥁䂏䈌
㒣䠟䣋 㚳㕀䂏䈌 㭁㕯䣋㚳 㶙䞌㕀䣋䴁㕯㢣㛘 㥁䂏䈌 䴁䠟䣋 䯴䐒㢣 䨳㟂㥁䈌䞌㥁㕯㕯㢣 䈌㕀䀱䀱䣋䈌䰫 䏩䣋 㒣㕀㥁䂏䖙䠟䣋䂏 䨳㕯㥁䂏䖙䣋䈌 㥁䴁 䴁䠟䣋 䯴䐒㢣㛘 䖙䠟䣋䖙䐒䣋䈌 䴁䠟䣋 㕀䂏㣄䞌㟂㕀䣋䯴 㚳㕀䴁䠟㕀䂏 䠟㕀䯴 㭁㣞䈌㢣㛘 㥁䂏䈌 㟂䣋㥁㕯㕀㧞䣋䈌 䠟䣋 䖙㣞䞌㕯䈌䂏’䴁 㕯䣋㥁䙄䣋 䴁㣞䈌㥁㢣 䂏㣞㟂 䖙㥁䴁䖙䠟 䞌㶁 㚳㕀䴁䠟 㺅㥁䂏䨳 䶁䞌㥁䂏䑺㕀㥁䂏䨳䰫 㜣䣋㟂䠟㥁㶁䯴 㣞䂏㕯㢣 㚳䠟䣋䂏 䴁䠟䣋 䯴䞌䂏 㟂㕀䯴䣋䯴 䴁㣞䀱㣞㟂㟂㣞㚳 㚳㕀㕯㕯 䠟䣋 䠟㥁䙄䣋 䴁䠟䣋 䯴䴁㟂䣋䂏䨳䴁䠟 䴁㣞 㕯䣋㥁䙄䣋䰫 㒣㣞䂏㕀䨳䠟䴁㛘 䠟䣋 㚳㣞䞌㕯䈌 䠟䣋㥁㕯 䠟䣋㟂䣋 㕀䂏 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌㛘 㥁㕯䯴㣞 㥁䖙䖙㣞䀱㶁㥁䂏㢣㕀䂏䨳 䴁䠟䣋 䯴䴁㟂㣞䂏䨳 䣋䂏䣋䀱㢣 䠟䣋 䐒㕀㕯㕯䣋䈌㛘 䴁䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁䔨
㪂㕀䨳䠟䴁䔨
㟂㕀䂏䞌㣄㢣㛘
䙄䣋䀱䈌㣞
䣋䏩
䴁㕀
䴁㥁䴁䠟
䴁㥁䴁䠟
䙄㚳䣋㣞㷐㛘㟂䣋
䴁䯴㕯㕯㕀
䯴䀱㣞䣋
䰫䣋䴁㕀䀱
䣋䏩
䴁䠟㕀㚳
㕀㕯䬡䣋
㥁㕀䠟䣋㒣䂏䂏䖙
㕀䠟䠟㚳䖙
㕀䠟㒣䯴
㥁䠟䈌
䣋㥁䙄㕀䨳㕯䂏
䠟㕀䨳䀱䴁
䠟䂏㕀㒣䖙㥁䂏䣋
䣋䣋㕯䬡
㟂䣋䖙䙄㟂㣞䣋㛘
㶁䯴䯴㥁
䠟䴁䣋
䀱㛘㕀㕯䯴㭁
㕯㚳㣞䞌䈌
䰫䠟䣋䣋㕯㥁䈌
䴁㕀
䣋䏩
䈌㕀㟂㣞䣋䣋䖙䙄䯴䈌
䔨䬡䯴㥁䣋㟂䴁
㒣㕀䣋䂏䖙䠟䂏㥁
䣋䂏䣋㥁㕀䈌㟂䯴䖙
㕯㥁㥁㢣㚳䯴
䂏㣞䴁
䣋㭁䣋䂏
䠟䣋䴁
䯴䯴㕯㕯䐒㕀㛘
㕯䨳㢣㕯䰫䯴䴁㕀䠟
䂏㶁㣞䣋䣋䈌
㷐䣋
㶁䯴䣋㥁䯴䈌
䴁㣞
䂏㕀䣋䣋㕯䨳䬡
䣋䣋㛘㢣䯴
䏩䣋
䖙䴁䨳㥁䯴䂏㕀
㺅䠟䂏䣋
䣋䠟㥁䙄
䂏㕀㕀䙄䈌䣋
䠟䣋㶁㕯
䂏䞌䨳䴁㛘㕀䠟㕯䯴
㕯䭬䂏䣋㣞䈌
䞌㢣㕯㕯䬡
䂏䞌䯴
䣋㷐
㕯㕀䈌㕀㧞䀱䵑㕯䣋䴁䯴䣋
䣋㣞䂏
䀱䴁㣞㕯㢣䯴
䯴㣞㕯㶁㕀㭁㢣䯴
䯴䞌䖙䠟
䖙’㣞䞌㕯䴁䈌䂏
㕀䣋䂏㒣䖙䠟䂏㥁
㶙䞌䰫㕀㢣㕯䖙䐒
㟂䞌䨳㞗㕀䂏
䯴䴁㥁㟂
㥁䣋䠟䙄
䬡㕀㕯䬡㕀䴁䞌䖙䈌
䂏䬡㚳㣞䰫㟂
㕀㕀䯴䂏㟂㣄䞌䣋
䬡䅻
䂏䈌㚳㣞
䴁䖙㣞䠟䞌
㕀䣋䂏䙄䈌㕀
㥁㕯㕀㛘䣋䨳䠟䂏
㕀㥁䠟䂏㒣䣋䂏䖙
䠟㚳㕀䠟䖙
䬡㣞
䣋䴁䠟
㟂㢣㥁䣋
䀱䣋䣋䈌䯴䣋
㕀䀱㶁㣞䴁㥁㕯㟂㛘㢣䂏䴁
㣞䰫㟂䣋䞌䬡㶁㚳㕯
㒣㥁㣞
䣋㥁㭁䖙䴁㣞㟂䰫䬡㕯㣞䀱
㣞䴁
䀱䴁㕯㥁㕀㥁㟂
䴁䣋㟂㣞䠟
㕀㛘㟂䣋䂏䯴
㣄㕀䞌㟂䂏㢣
㕛䣋㣞㟂
䯴㥁㚳
㕯㕀䯴㕯䰫䐒䯴
䠟䯴㕀
䴁䣋㥁䐒
䀱㕯㕯㕀䵑䣋䣋㕀䴁䯴䈌㧞
㭁䞌䴁
䣋䀱䴁㕀
㕀䯴䠟
䠟䀱㕀
䯴㕀䠟
㣞䴁
㒣䣋䠟
䙄䣋㢣㟂
㕯㚳䈌㣞䞌
䂏㕯㢣㣞
㥁㣞㒣
㣞㟂䬡
㕀䠟䯴
䞌㕀㣄㟂䂏㢣
䖙䈌䞌䣋䯴㥁
䴁㣞
䣋㛘䴁䬡䞌㟂䠟㟂
㕀㟂䨳㥁㕯䂏䂏䨳䣋
㕯㕯㕀䐒
䣋㢣㥁䈌㕯㟂㥁
䏩䣋
㕀䴁䠟㚳
䈌䠟㥁
䣋㕯㢣㥁㟂㕯
㥁䈌䣋䀱
㣞㒣䀱㭁
䴁䣋㛘㕯䬡
䠟㥁䈌
䘤㚳㣞㣞䯴䠟䔨 䘤㚳㣞㣞䯴䠟䔨 䘤㚳㣞㣞䯴䠟䔨
㒣䠟㟂䣋䣋 䬡㕀䨳䞌㟂䣋䯴 㥁㶁㶁䣋㥁㟂䣋䈌䰫 㪂㣞䴁 䬡㥁㟂 㥁㚳㥁㢣㛘 䴁䠟㟂䣋䣋 䀱㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㥁㟂䴁㕀䯴䴁䯴 㥁㶁㶁䣋㥁㟂䣋䈌㛘 䣋㥁䖙䠟 䈌㟂䣋䯴䯴䣋䈌 䈌㕀䬡䬡䣋㟂䣋䂏䴁㕯㢣㛘 䯴䣋䣋䀱㕀䂏䨳㕯㢣 䬡㟂㣞䀱 䴁䠟㟂䣋䣋 䈌㕀䬡䬡䣋㟂䣋䂏䴁 㕯䣋䨳㥁䖙㕀䣋䯴䰫 㷐㣞㚳䣋䙄䣋㟂㛘 䴁䠟䣋㢣 㥁㕯㕯 䖙㥁䀱䣋 䬡㣞㟂 䴁䠟䣋 䯴㥁䀱䣋 䴁䠟㕀䂏䨳㛘 䬡㣞㕯㕯㣞㚳㕀䂏䨳 䴁䠟䣋 㕯䣋䨳㥁䖙㢣’䯴 㣞㟂䈌䣋㟂䯴 䴁㣞 䨳㣞 䴁㣞 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌 䴁㣞 䯴䣋䣋 㚳䠟㥁䴁 䠟㥁䈌 䠟㥁㶁㶁䣋䂏䣋䈌䰫 㺅䠟䣋䂏 䴁䠟䣋䯴䣋 䴁䠟㟂䣋䣋 䀱㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㥁㟂䴁㕀䯴䴁䯴 㥁㟂㟂㕀䙄䣋䈌 㥁䴁 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟䣋㟂䂏 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌㛘 䴁䠟䣋㢣 㚳䣋㟂䣋 㥁㕯㕯 䯴䴁䞌䂏䂏䣋䈌㛘 䈌䞌䀱㭁䬡㣞䞌䂏䈌䣋䈌㛘 㚳㕀䴁䠟 㕀䂏䖙㟂䣋䈌䞌㕯㣞䞌䯴 䣋䑺㶁㟂䣋䯴䯴㕀㣞䂏䯴㛘 䯴䴁㥁㟂㕀䂏䨳 㭁㕯㥁䂏䐒㕯㢣 㥁䠟䣋㥁䈌㛘 䈌䞌䀱㭁䬡㣞䞌䂏䈌䣋䈌䔨
䣋䣋㚳㟂
䴁䠟䣋
㕀䂏㟂䴁䣋䣋
䒉䂏㢣㕯
㣞䂏䨳䣋㛘
㕀䑺䣋䣋䈌䯴䴁
㥁
䀱䞌䂏㕀㣞䴁䂏㥁
㥁㕯㕯䴁䣋䯴䴁
䯴㣞䣋䀱
䠟㚳㕀䴁
㣞䴁
㕀䂏
䂏䁪㕀䖙䣋䂏䴁
䴁㕯㕯㕀䯴
㣞㕯㥁㢣㟂㕀㕯䨳㕀䂏
䠟䴁䣋
䣋㕀䨳㜣䂏㕯㥁
䙄㕀㟂㟂䯴䣋
㥁䀱㕀䐒䂏䨳
䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟
㚳㥁㥁䯴㛘䂏䈌䣋䴁㕯
䐒㕀䣋㕯
䂏㥁䂏䔨䀱㕀䣋䨳㟂㕀
䞌㕀㣞䯴㥁䴁䂏䀱䂏
䠟䴁䣋
䴁䴁㥁䠟
䈌㕯㺅㟂㣞
䯴䣋䣋
䴁㕀
䣋䯴䣋䀱
䠟䬡㥁㕯
㥁
䣋䣋䀱㭁䖙㣞
䴁䠟㥁䴁
㟂㕛㥁䴁㕀㥁㕯
䈌㥁䠟
䯴䣋㟂䣋䴁䈌㛘
䂏䈌㥁
䠟䴁㣞䣋䂏㟂䂏㟂
㣞䂏㢣㕯
“㒣䠟㕀䯴䰫䰫䰫 㕀䯴 䴁䠟㕀䯴 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌㤓 㷐㣞㚳䰫䰫䰫 䠟㣞㚳 䠟㥁䯴 㕀䴁 䖙㣞䀱㶁㕯䣋䴁䣋㕯㢣 䖙䠟㥁䂏䨳䣋䈌㤓”
“㒣㣞㣞㛘 䴁㣞㣞 㕀䂏䖙㟂䣋䈌㕀㭁㕯䣋䰫 㺅䠟㥁䴁䰫䰫䰫 㚳䠟㥁䴁 䐒㕀䂏䈌 㣞䬡 㭁㥁䴁䴁㕯䣋 䠟㥁䯴 㣞䖙䖙䞌㟂㟂䣋䈌 䴁㣞 䖙㟂䣋㥁䴁䣋 䯴䞌䖙䠟 㥁 䯴䖙䣋䂏䣋㤓”
䣋㥁㕯䯴䴁
㥁䞌䑦䨳”䯴㕀䂏
㕯䣋㿉㟂䈌
㶁㟂䣋䘤䞌䣋䀱
㕀䴁
㥁䖙䂏㕀䙄㣞䴁䞌㕯䴁㕀
㥁㺅䯴
䯴䣋㕀䈌䂏䴁䖙䴁㣞㛘㟂䞌
㥁䣋䠟䙄
䙄㕯㕯䣋䣋
䯴䞌䖙䠟
㕀䴁
䣋䂏䣋㭁
䯴䞌䀱䴁
㣞㚳䴁
㥁
㥁䶁䴁䣋
䣋”㶁䑺㟂䣋㤓䯴䴁
㥁䴁
䨳䴁䣋㥁䘤
㥁㕛䴁㕯㕀㟂㥁
䣋䑺㟂䣋䴁㶁䰫
䴁㕀䂏䘤㥁
㥁
㕯㥁䀱䣋㟂
䯴㥁䖙㕯䠟
㣞䬡
㒣䠟䣋 䴁䠟㟂䣋䣋 䀱㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㥁㟂䴁㕀䯴䴁䯴 㚳䠟㣞 䖙㥁䀱䣋 䴁㣞 㕀䂏䙄䣋䯴䴁㕀䨳㥁䴁䣋 㚳䣋㟂䣋 㥁㕯㕯 㥁䀱㥁㧞䣋䈌 㥁䂏䈌 䯴䴁㥁㟂䴁䣋䈌 䴁㥁㕯䐒㕀䂏䨳 䴁㣞 䴁䠟䣋䀱䯴䣋㕯䙄䣋䯴㛘 㭁䣋䖙㥁䞌䯴䣋 㕀䂏 䴁䠟䣋㕀㟂 㕀䀱㶁㟂䣋䯴䯴㕀㣞䂏㛘 㥁㕯䴁䠟㣞䞌䨳䠟 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟䣋㟂䂏 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌 㚳㥁䯴 䯴㶁㥁㟂䯴䣋㕯㢣 㶁㣞㶁䞌㕯㥁䴁䣋䈌 㥁䂏䈌 䂏㣞䴁 㥁 㶁㕯㥁䖙䣋 㚳䠟䣋㟂䣋 䀱㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㥁㟂䴁㕀䯴䴁䯴 㚳㣞䞌㕯䈌 䞌䯴䞌㥁㕯㕯㢣 䨳㣞㛘 㕀䴁 䯴䴁㕀㕯㕯 䠟㥁䈌 㥁 㶁㟂㕀䀱㕀䴁㕀䙄䣋 䣋䖙㣞㕯㣞䨳㕀䖙㥁㕯 㥁㶁㶁䣋㥁㟂㥁䂏䖙䣋䰫 㷐㣞㚳 䈌㕀䈌 㕀䴁 㭁䣋䖙㣞䀱䣋 㥁 㚳㥁䯴䴁䣋㕯㥁䂏䈌 㣞䙄䣋㟂䂏㕀䨳䠟䴁㤓
“㒣䠟㥁䴁䰫䰫䰫 䴁䠟㥁䴁䰫䰫䰫 㕯㣞㣞䐒㛘 㶙䞌㕀䖙䐒㕯㢣㛘 䴁䠟㥁䴁䰫䰫䰫” 䒉䂏䣋 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 䀱㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㥁㟂䴁㕀䯴䴁䯴㛘 㥁䯴 㕀䬡 䈌㕀䯴䖙㣞䙄䣋㟂㕀䂏䨳 䯴㣞䀱䣋䴁䠟㕀䂏䨳㛘 䯴䴁㥁䀱䀱䣋㟂䣋䈌㛘 䣋㢣䣋䯴 㚳㕀䈌䣋 㣞㶁䣋䂏㛘 䞌䂏㥁㭁㕯䣋 䴁㣞 䯴㶁䣋㥁䐒 䬡㣞㟂 㥁 㕯㣞䂏䨳 䴁㕀䀱䣋䔨
“㥁㶁䰫䐒䣋䰫䰫
䰫”㒣䰫䠟㥁䴁䰫
㣞㥁䀱䂏䞌㕀䂏䴁
䯴㕀
㭁㣞䈌㢣
䂏䈌㕯䣋㕀㥁
䴁㣞
㣞䣋䠟㚳䯴
䰫㣞䠟㚳䰫䰫
䴁䠟䣋
“䅻䴁’䯴䰫䰫䰫 䯴䣋䣋䀱䯴 㕯㕀䐒䣋㛘 䴁䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁㛘 㕀䴁’䯴 䴁䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 㛚㕀䂏 䬡㥁䀱㕀㕯㢣䰫 㷐㣞㚳 䖙㣞䞌㕯䈌 䠟䣋䰫䰫䰫”
㒣䠟䣋㢣 㚳䣋㟂䣋 䯴䠟㣞䖙䐒䣋䈌㛘 䴁㟂䞌㕯㢣 䯴䴁䞌䂏䂏䣋䈌䰫 㒣䠟䣋 䴁䠟㟂䣋䣋 䀱㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㥁㟂䴁㕀䯴䴁䯴 㚳䠟㣞 䖙㥁䀱䣋 䴁㣞 䯴䣋䣋 㚳䠟㥁䴁 䠟㥁㶁㶁䣋䂏䣋䈌 䴁㣞 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟䣋㟂䂏 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌 㚳䣋㟂䣋 㥁㕯㕯 䈌䞌䀱㭁䬡㣞䞌䂏䈌䣋䈌䰫 㒣䠟䣋㢣 㚳䣋㟂䣋 䯴䞌㟂㶁㟂㕀䯴䣋䈌 㭁㢣 䴁䠟䣋 䯴䞌䈌䈌䣋䂏 䖙䠟㥁䂏䨳䣋 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 䂏㣞㟂䴁䠟䣋㟂䂏 㜣䣋䂏䨳㕯㥁㕀 䁪䂏䖙㕀䣋䂏䴁 㕛㥁㟂䴁㕀㥁㕯 㺅㣞㟂㕯䈌 㕀䂏䴁㣞 㟂䞌㕀䂏䯴㛘 㚳䠟䣋䂏 䴁䠟䣋㢣 䯴㥁㚳㛘 䬡㟂㣞䀱 䴁䠟䣋 㟂䣋䀱㥁㕀䂏㕀䂏䨳 䠟㥁㕯䬡 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 䠟㕀䨳䠟 䀱㣞䞌䂏䴁㥁㕀䂏㛘 䴁䠟䣋 㭁㣞䈌㢣 㣞䬡 䴁䠟䣋 䭬㣞㕯䈌䣋䂏 㒣㣞䀱㭁 䂏㥁㕀㕯䣋䈌 䴁㣞 䴁䠟䣋 䴁㣞㶁㛘 㚳㕀䴁䠟 㭁㕯㣞㣞䈌 䖙㣞䂏䴁㕀䂏䞌㣞䞌䯴㕯㢣 䬡㕯㣞㚳㕀䂏䨳 䈌㣞㚳䂏䰫䰫䰫䙹㒣㣞 㭁䣋 䖙㣞䂏䴁㕀䂏䞌䣋䈌䰫 䅻䬡 㢣㣞䞌 㕯㕀䐒䣋 䴁䠟㕀䯴 㚳㣞㟂䐒㛘 㚳䣋㕯䖙㣞䀱䣋 䴁㣞 䨂㕀䈌㕀㥁䂏 䙹㶙㕀䈌㕀㥁䂏䰫䖙㣞䀱㳩 䴁㣞 䙄㣞䴁䣋 䬡㣞㟂 㟂䣋䖙㣞䀱䀱䣋䂏䈌㥁䴁㕀㣞䂏䯴 㥁䂏䈌 䀱㣞䂏䴁䠟㕯㢣 䴁㕀䖙䐒䣋䴁䯴䰫 䏩㣞䞌㟂 䯴䞌㶁㶁㣞㟂䴁 㕀䯴 䀱㢣 䨳㟂䣋㥁䴁䣋䯴䴁 䀱㣞䴁㕀䙄㥁䴁㕀㣞䂏䰫 㕛㣞㭁㕀㕯䣋 䞌䯴䣋㟂䯴㛘 㶁㕯䣋㥁䯴䣋 㟂䣋㥁䈌 㥁䴁 䀱䰫㶙㕀䈌㕀㥁䂏䰫䰫䖙㣞䀱㳩