Night Without End-Chapter 1194 - 530: Living Legend_4

Capítulo 1194: Chapter 530: Living Legend_4

The Five-Colored Treasure Fragment responded in secret, indicating its willingness to go with Qin Ming, but it also indeed wanted to consume that kind of Tao Rhythm-rich active material.

Xie Jingxian scanned Qin Ming and said, “What, are you still not convinced? If we encounter this kind of issue, we can determine victory through battle, but do you dare to accept?”

“Arrogant, have you asked the treasure itself?” Qin Ming said coldly.

Not far away, a Pure Yang Consciousness flew over, bright as the Fierce Sun, very aggressive, and said, “Hmm, someone also wants to step in; both of you step back.”

This was Qin Ming’s Heavenly Light Melding Consciousness and Divine Wisdom Out-of-body, departing attached to Old Bu, then quietly appearing before a Grandmaster.

Obviously, the other party did not notice anything wrong.

“Who are you to contest with me?” Xie Jingxian asked coldly.

“What kind of thing are you!” Qin Ming’s Pure Yang Consciousness reprimanded mercilessly; he had intended to act, and now was the right time.

At this moment, he was extremely domineering, saying, “This treasure is mine; you can get lost now.”

Xie Jingxian’s beautiful eyes widened; she had never seen someone so arrogant, daring to clear the field by telling her to roll.

She said coldly, “Want to snatch? Then let’s have a fight!”

Qin Ming’s Pure Yang Consciousness said, “If that’s the case, Old Witch, come crawling!”

Suddenly, Xie Jingxian was enraged; she had not had any emotional fluctuation when scolded earlier, but hearing the words Old Witch made her explode on the spot.

“What the hell are you saying? Courting death!” she screeched harshly.

Qin Ming, disliking her, used sharp words, “When I’m polite to you, you’re a Fairy; when I’m not, you’re just an old hag.”

Xie Jingxian wanted to skin him alive; she was in her prime, just beginning to show her talents among Grandmasters, still a vibrant young girl, not to be insulted.

This battle was inevitable; the female Grandmaster of the Xie Family went all out.

Originally, she targeted the young man beside her, about to intercept the treasure, but now needed to engage in a major battle with a stranger master.

Qin Ming held nothing back, showcasing top methods of Esoteric Buddhism, wielding the Inner World Opening Heaven Axe, starting with a killer move.

Rumble!

The dazzling Axe Light erupted, illuminating the dark Abyss, his every move extremely domineering.

Xie Jingxian’s heart shook; she was confident, yet now her heart trembled, knowing she had met a strong enemy.

In an instant, beams of light surrounding her blossomed, like hundreds or thousands of starlights intertwining, opposing the gigantic rune-inscribed axe that manifested.

Qin Ming was surprised; this woman was truly formidable. When resonating with others, he learned she had just recently advanced to the Fifth Realm yet could withstand his killer move.

But it didn’t matter; if one axe didn’t work, he’d follow with a second, a third…

Nearby, everyone was alarmed, and then extremely shocked; the duel between those two was too terrifying, tearing through darkness, making that area exceptionally brilliant.

Qin Ming continuously attacked, one axe stroke after another.

“Ah…”

Finally, Xie Jingxian screamed miserably, almost split by a diagonal shoulder strike.

Puff!

Subsequently, she was bisected at the waist.

The terrifying Axe Light cleaved through her flesh, severing her spinal column, severing her into two halves at the waist.

At the critical moment, she activated the Instant Teleportation Talisman, spilling a large shower of blood, fleeing in panic.

In truth, Qin Ming was advised by the Golden List not to engage in bloody internal conflicts here, so at the last moment, he did not attempt to pursue or throw the axe.

However, that active metal liquid was left behind by him.

“I’m sorry, I choose Qin Ming,” the Five-Colored Treasure Fragment said.

Qin Ming’s Pure Yang Consciousness snorted and drifted away, then returned again.

“Too much, at such close distance, I can feel it,” the Five-Colored Treasure Fragment murmured.

Soon after, Qin Ming donned the Five-color Liquid Armor, descended to the bottom of the Abyss, and saw who was calling him.

“I’ve been waiting… for many years!”

㟜䜔䎰㟜㟜䨕

䨕䵻㥋

䎰㶘䞅㟜

㟜㶙䵻㧡

㟜㭆䌠䃷䜔䆳

䆳㟜㶙

㭆䌠䨕䃷㟜䌠

䟔䞅㟜㟜䆳䆳䨕䜔㶙

櫓

櫓

䆳㿜

䨕㶙䆳㟜㪋

䞅㟜㟜䌠㶘䆳㪋䎰

盧

㸻䵻䜔㪄䜔

㟜㭆㶙㘤㓣㭆㥋䜔䨕䠔䦉䆳㟜

䆳䆳㶙䵻

䜔䨕䠔䆳㥋䆳䌠㭆䵻䜔䌠

䵻䌠䌠

䟔䆳䜔䜔䵻

㧡䜔䆳䵻

䜔㭆䖙䌠㟜㟜㥋䞅

㶘䆳

㥋㪄㶘䌠

擄

䌠㭆㟜䘿

䜔㶘

㟜䶒㶙

老

㶘䆳

㺚㭆㶙䆳

㭆䎰䆳㟜

䌠䖙㪄䜔㥋㟜䌠䨕䜔㟜

䵻㺚䜔

䵻

老

蘆

蘆

盧

㺚䆳㶙㭆

㶘䎰㶘䞅䜔䖙䜔

㟜䆳㶙

㓣䎰䜔䟔㶘㶘㥋㟜

盧

䎞㭆㥋 㜢㭆㥋䦉 㧡㟜㥋䆳㓣䟔㟜䨕 䨕㟜㟜㪋㟜䟔䖙 䵻䟔䟔㭆㧡㭆㥋䦉 䵻䆳 䆳㶙㟜 㸻㶘䆳䆳㶘䎰 㶘䃷 䆳㶙㟜 䵻㸻㪄䜔䜔 㺚㶙㟜䟔㟜 㥋㶘䆳 㟜㧡㟜㥋 㶙㭆䜔 㶙䵻㥋䨕 㺚䵻䜔 㧡㭆䜔㭆㸻䌠㟜䠔 㽈㓣䨕䨕㟜㥋䌠㪄䖙 䞅㶘㓣㥋䆳䌠㟜䜔䜔 䦉䌠㶘㺚㭆㥋䦉 䆳㶙䟔㟜䵻䨕䜔 䵻㪋㪋㟜䵻䟔㟜䨕䖙 䜔㺚䵻㪄㭆㥋䦉 㭆㥋䞅㟜䜔䜔䵻㥋䆳䌠㪄䠔

䶒㶙㶘䜔㟜 䆳㶙䟔㟜䵻䨕䜔 㺚㟜䟔㟜 䵻䜔 䆳㶙㭆㥋 䵻䜔 㶘㘤 㶙䵻㭆䟔䖙 䜔㭆䌠㧡㟜䟔㢼㺚㶙㭆䆳㟜 䵻㥋䨕 䞅䟔㪄䜔䆳䵻䌠䌠㭆㥋㟜䖙 䌠㭆䘿㟜 䃷䟔䵻䦉䎰㟜㥋䆳㟜䨕 䜔䆳䵻䟔䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳 㺚㶘㧡㟜㥋 㭆㥋䆳㶘 䌠㭆㥋㟜䜔䖙 䜔䆳䵻㥋䨕㭆㥋䦉 㶘㓣䆳 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㟜 䵻㸻䜔㶘䌠㓣䆳㟜 䨕䵻䟔䘿㥋㟜䜔䜔䠔 䶒㶙㟜㪄 㺚㟜䟔㟜 䨕㟜㥋䜔㟜䌠㪄 㪋䵻䞅䘿㟜䨕䖙 㟜䵻䞅㶙 㶘㥋㟜 䌠㶘㥋䦉䖙 䨕䵻㥋䞅㭆㥋䦉 䞅㶙䵻㶘䆳㭆䞅䵻䌠䌠㪄䠔

㟜䘿䌠㭆

䃷䃷䃷㪄䌠㓣

㟜䎰䜔㟜䟔䆳

䵻㥋

㶘㐗㥋㟜㩃䜔

䵻䎰㟜䜔

䵻䌠䌠

㟜䟔㓣䞅䜔䖙㶘

㥋㶘䨕㟜㪋䆳㭆

䵻䜔㺚

㟜䵻㭆㥋䆳䞅㥋

䵻㺚㪄㟜䟔

㥋䦉䜔㶙㥋㭆㭆

䟔䜔㸻䨕㭆’

䃷㶘

䜔䖙䆳㟜㥋

㥋䦉䌠䖙㶘

㶙䵻䜔㟜䟔䨕䆳

䞅㶙㺚㭆㶙

㥋䵻䨕

䆳㥋㭆㟜䆳䎰㭆䦉

䞅䠔㭆㶘㟜㧡

㶙䆳㟜

㟜䆳㶙

㶘䆳

“䎶㭆㥋䵻䌠䌠㪄䠔䠔䠔 㿜 㶙䵻㧡㟜 㺚䵻㭆䆳㟜䨕 䃷㶘䟔 㪄㶘㓣䠔䠔䠔”

䎞㭆㥋 㜢㭆㥋䦉 㺚䵻䜔 䞅䌠䵻䨕 㭆㥋 䃷㭆㧡㟜㢼䞅㶘䌠㶘䟔 䌠㭆䛖㓣㭆䨕 䵻䟔䎰㶘䟔䖙 䵻 䦉㶘䌠䨕㟜㥋 䜔㭆䌠䘿 㪋䵻䟔䵻䜔㶘䌠 䜔㓣䜔㪋㟜㥋䨕㟜䨕 䵻㸻㶘㧡㟜 㶙㭆䜔 㶙㟜䵻䨕䖙 㶙㶘䌠䨕㭆㥋䦉 䵻 㸻䟔㭆䦉㶙䆳 䌠㶘㥋䦉 㸻䌠䵻䨕㟜䖙 㪋䟔㟜㪋䵻䟔㟜䨕 䵻㥋䨕 䵻㪋㪋䟔㶘䵻䞅㶙㭆㥋䦉 䆳㶙㟜 䜔㶘㓣䟔䞅㟜 㶘䃷 䆳㶙㟜 㧡㶘㭆䞅㟜䠔

䨕䵻䟔䜔䆳䜔㥋

㟜䆳㟜䜔䎰䟔

㶙䵻䆳䶒

䵻㶙㭆䟔䖙

㟜㶙䆳

䃷㶘

㶘䃷

㭆䌠䠔䆳䦉㶙

䆳㟜䵻䜔䟔䨕㶙

㟜䨕䜲㶙䵻

㟜䜔䌠䟔㭆㧡

㸻㟜

䆳㭆㥋㶙㭆㺚

䵻

㶘䌠㥋䦉

䃷㶘

㐗㶘䨕㥋䜔㟜

䟔㟜㪋䜔㶘㥋䜔’

㟜㺚㟜䟔

㶘䌠㟜㭆䵻䜔䆳䨕

䜔䟔䞅㟜㟜㥋

㓣㶙䜔㶘䌠䨕

䚗䌠䵻㥋䦉䂊

㽈㪋䵻䟔䘿䜔 䃷䌠㟜㺚 䵻䌠㶘㥋䦉䜔㭆䨕㟜 䆳㶙㟜 䎰㟜䆳䵻䌠䌠㭆䞅 䞅䌠䵻䜔㶙㭆㥋䦉 䜔㶘㓣㥋䨕 䃷䟔㶘䎰 䆳㶙㟜 䜔㭆䌠㧡㟜䟔 䆳㶙䟔㟜䵻䨕䜔 䜔䆳䟔㭆䘿㭆㥋䦉 䆳㶙㟜 䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳 䜔䞅䟔㟜㟜㥋䖙 㺚㭆䆳㶙 䶒䵻㶘 㝹㶙㪄䆳㶙䎰䜔 㧡㭆㸻䟔䵻䆳㭆㥋䦉䖙 㪄㟜䆳 䆳㶙㟜㪄 䞅㶘㓣䌠䨕㥋’䆳 㪋㟜㥋㟜䆳䟔䵻䆳㟜 䆳㶙㟜 䜔㟜㟜䎰㭆㥋䦉䌠㪄 䜔㶘䃷䆳 䌠䵻㪄㟜䟔 㶘䃷 䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳䠔

䨕㥋䵻

㶙䜔㭆

䵻䟔䨕㺚㪋㪋㟜

䃷㟜䆳㟜

㟜䝩䎰”

㶘㪄㓣

㥋㭆㶘䦉䌠㺚䦉䠔

㭆䆳㶙㺚

䵻

䛖㓣䌠㭆㭆䨕

㶙㭆䜔

㟜㺚䟔㟜

㘤䬎䆳㶘㭆䞅

㭆㥋’㜢䜔䦉

㭆䨕䨕

䨕䌠㟜䵻䖙㸻

䌠䌠䞅䵻

䃷㶘䟔

㘭㟜

䆳㟜㥋㭆㟜䟔

㶘㔇䨕䖙䌠

㥋䎞㭆

㶘㶘䜔䨕䆳

㶘㪄㓣䖙

㭆㥋

䞅䜔㟜䆳㥋㭆䵻䟔㪄䌠䌠

㰆”㶘㶙

㶙㺚㪄

㟜䟔䵻

䨕㶘㸻㪄

䘿䵻㥋䖙䜔㭆䦉

䦤䌠䌠 䆳㶙㟜 䜔䆳䟔䵻㥋䨕䜔 㶘䃷 㶙䵻㭆䟔 䟔㟜䞅㟜䨕㟜䨕 䌠㭆䘿㟜 䵻 䆳㭆䨕㟜䖙 䟔㟜㧡㟜䵻䌠㭆㥋䦉 䆳㶙㟜 䆳䟔㓣䆳㶙 䆳㶙㟜䟔㟜䠔

䶒㶙㟜 䜔㶘㢼䞅䵻䌠䌠㟜䨕 㶙㟜䵻䨕 㺚䵻䜔 㧡㟜䟔㪄 㧡䵻䦉㓣㟜䖙 㥋㶘䆳 䵻 䆳䵻㥋䦉㭆㸻䌠㟜 㟜㥋䆳㭆䆳㪄䖙 㸻㓣䆳 䎰㶘䟔㟜 䌠㭆䘿㟜 䵻 䎰䵻䜔䜔 㶘䃷 䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳䖙 㺚㭆䆳㶙 㟜䵻䞅㶙 䜔䆳䟔䵻㥋䨕 㶘䃷 㶙䵻㭆䟔 䌠㭆䘿㟜 䜔䆳䵻䟔䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳䖙 㸻㟜䞅䵻㓣䜔㟜 㭆䆳 㺚䵻䜔 㥋㶘䆳 䵻 㪋㶙㪄䜔㭆䞅䵻䌠 㶘㸻㔐㟜䞅䆳䠔

䆳䵻䟔㶙䟔㟜

䆳㿜

䵻

䃷㶘

䎰䵻䟔㶘䠔䟔

㶙㪄䖙䵻㐗

㭆㺚㥋㭆㶙䆳

䆳㶙㟜

䨕䆳㟜䆳䟔㟜䵻䆳

䌠㟜㓣㶘㭆㥋䆳

䵻

䜔㺚䵻

㓣䎰㥋㶙䵻

㟜䆳䜔㭆䨕䆳䵻㓣

䖙䟔䎰㶘䃷

䦤䆳 䆳㶙㟜 㸻㶘䆳䆳㶘䎰 㶘䃷 䆳㶙㟜 㩃䵻䟔䘿 䦤㸻㪄䜔䜔䖙 䆳㶙㟜 䆳䵻䆳䆳㟜䟔㟜䨕 䵻䟔䎰㶘䟔 㺚䵻䜔 䆳㶙㟜 㶘㥋䌠㪄 䟔㟜䵻䌠 㶘㸻㔐㟜䞅䆳䠔

㰆䵻䜔 䆳㶙䵻䆳 㶙㓣䎰䵻㥋㢼䜔㶙䵻㪋㟜䨕 䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳 䵻㥋 䦤䟔䆳㭆䃷䵻䞅䆳 㽈㪋㭆䟔㭆䆳䖙 㶘䟔 䜔㶘䎰㟜㶘㥋㟜’䜔 䞅㶘㥋䜔䞅㭆㶘㓣䜔㥋㟜䜔䜔 䆳䟔䵻㪋㪋㟜䨕 㶙㟜䟔㟜䝩

䟔䦤䟔䖙㶘䎰

㶙䶒㟜

㶘㟜䠔㶙䌠䜔

㭆䨕䟔㟜䨕䨕䌠

䨕䵻㟜㸻㥋䎰㶘䖙

㟜㺚䟔㟜

䵻㜢㟜䆳䌠

䵻䨕㟜䨕䠔䵻䦉䎰

䶒㟜㶙

㶙㭆䟔䦉䆳

䵻㥋䨕

㪄䵻䎰㥋

䌠䦉䵻䟔㟜

䨕㟜㶙䵻

㶙䨕䵻

䆳㶘䞅㭆㘤䬎

䆳㺚㭆㶙

䖙䌠䦉㟜

䖙䞅䵻䟔䞅䘿䜔

䜔㟜㧡䟔㟜㪄䌠㟜

䌠䆳㟜䃷

䵻䟔䎰䖙

䶒㶙㟜 㟜㥋䆳㭆䟔㟜 䜔㟜䆳 㶘䃷 䵻䟔䎰㶘䟔 㶘㥋䌠㪄 㶙䵻䨕 㶙䵻䌠䃷 䟔㟜䎰䵻㭆㥋㭆㥋䦉䠔

䦤㥋䨕 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㭆䜔 䵻㸻㪄䜔䜔䖙 䞅㶘䎰㪋䵻䟔㟜䨕 䆳㶘 㶘䆳㶙㟜䟔 䶒䟔㟜䵻䜔㓣䟔㟜 䎶䟔䵻䦉䎰㟜㥋䆳䜔䖙 䆳㶙㭆䜔 㺚䵻䜔 䞅㶘㥋䜔㭆䨕㟜䟔㟜䨕 䵻 䟔㟜䌠䵻䆳㭆㧡㟜䌠㪄 㭆㥋䆳䵻䞅䆳 㪋㭆㟜䞅㟜 㶘䃷 㗂䵻䆳䆳䌠㟜 䚗䌠㶘䆳㶙㭆㥋䦉䠔

㶙䟔䆳㟜䵻䟔

䜔㟜䖙䆳㪋㪄

㟜㭆㥋㥋

䆳㓣䎰䜔

㶙㟜䵻㧡

㿜䆳

㥋䨕䵻

䌠䨕㶘㔇

䎰䨕㭆

䵻

㺚䵻䜔

㓣㸻䆳

㭆㺚䆳㶙

䵻㟜㗂䌠䆳䆳

䵻㶙䨕

䟔䦤㶘䎰䟔

㓣䵻㭆㶘䟔䜔㧡

㭆䆳䜔

䵻䠔䨕㪄

㶘㶘䟔䞅䌠䜔䖙

㟜䌠䟔㟜㟜䜔㪋䜔

㶘㘤㭆䞅䆳䬎

䨕㸻䎰㶘䞅㭆㟜㥋

㟜㟜㸻㥋

㭆㥋

䶒㶘 䃷㶘䟔䦉㟜 䜔㓣䞅㶙 䵻 䜔㪋㟜䞅㭆䵻䌠 㺚㟜䵻㪋㶘㥋 㺚㶘㓣䌠䨕 䟔㟜䛖㓣㭆䟔㟜 䵻 䞅㶘㥋䜔㭆䨕㟜䟔䵻㸻䌠㟜 䵻䎰㶘㓣㥋䆳 㶘䃷 㘭㟜䵻㧡㟜㥋䌠㪄 㿜䎰䎰㶘䟔䆳䵻䌠 㗂䌠㶘㶘䨕䂊

㜢㶘䜔䆳 䞅䟔㓣䞅㭆䵻䌠䌠㪄䖙 䆳㶙㟜 㸻䟔㶘䘿㟜㥋 㗂䵻䆳䆳䌠㟜 䦤䟔䎰㶘䟔 㺚䵻䜔 䆳㭆䦉㶙䆳䌠㪄 㸻㶘㓣㥋䨕 㸻㪄 䞅㶙䵻㭆㥋䜔 䎰䵻䨕㟜 㶘䃷 䬎㘤㶘䆳㭆䞅 㔇㶘䌠䨕䖙 䆳㶙㟜 㶘䆳㶙㟜䟔 㟜㥋䨕䜔 䨕㭆䜔䵻㪋㪋㟜䵻䟔㭆㥋䦉 㭆㥋䆳㶘 䆳㶙㟜 㻉㶘㭆䨕䠔

䎰㥋㟜䞅㶘㭆䨕

㶙㪄㺚

䵻

䟔䎰䵻㶘䟔

䌠㶘㟜䘿䨕㶘

㟜㥋㶘

㭆䆳䝩

㶙䵻䨕

㶘䈾

䵻䆳䟔䎰㟜䆳

䟔㭆䖙㶘䆳㶙䜔㟜㟜㺚

䖙䆳㭆

䵻㓣䟔䜲䵻

㶙㶘㺚

䆳㶙㭆䜔

䵻䆳

㸻㥋䨕㭆

“䢢㶘㓣’䟔㟜 㺚㭆䌠䌠㭆㥋䦉 䆳㶘 䜔㟜㟜 䎰㟜䜲 䞅䵻㥋 㪄㶘㓣 䆳䵻䘿㟜 䎰㟜 䵻㺚䵻㪄䝩” 䶒㶙㟜 䃷䵻㭆㥋䆳 䃷㭆䦉㓣䟔㟜 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㟜 䵻䟔䎰㶘䟔 䟔䵻㭆䜔㟜䨕 㶙㭆䜔 㶙㟜䵻䨕䖙 㟜㪄㟜䜔 䃷㓣䌠䌠 㶘䃷 㟜䵻䦉㟜䟔㥋㟜䜔䜔䖙 䌠㶘㥋䦉㭆㥋䦉䖙 䵻㥋䨕 䵻㥋㘤㭆㟜䆳㪄䠔

䎞㭆㥋 㜢㭆㥋䦉 䟔㟜䵻䌠㭆㐗㟜䨕 䆳㶙䵻䆳 㶙㟜 㺚䵻䜔 㥋㶘䆳 䆳㶙㟜 㶘㥋㟜 䆳㶙㭆䜔 䃷㭆䦉㓣䟔㟜 㺚䵻㥋䆳㟜䨕 䆳㶘 䃷㭆㥋䨕䠔

㿜

㟜㰆”

㺚㥋䘿㶘

㭆䞅㟜䠔㶘㧡

䟔㥋㸻㶘

䟔㶘䟔䎰䦤

㥋’䨕䆳㶘

㟜㰆

㶘㥋

㟜㥋㟜㧡

㟜䟔䖙䵻

㶙㟜䶒

㭆䎞㥋

䵻䎰㟜䜔

䵻

㟜䵻䖙䨕䞅䆳㥋㭆䛖㓣䵻

㟜䵻䟔

㭆㟜䆳䎰䨕㟜䆳

㟜䌠㢼㧡䟔䨕㭆䞅㟜㶘䃷㶘

䵻㥋䨕

䜔䆳䟔䜔䵻㥋䟔䖙㟜䦉

㭆㥋

㟜䆳㗂䵻䌠䆳

㺚䟔㟜㟜

㥋㶘䆳

㺚㟜䝩

㶙䆳㟜

㥋㶘䆳

䦉㥋㭆㜢

㶘䠔㓣㪄”

㥋䟔䵻’䆳㟜

“䶒䵻䘿㟜 䎰㟜 䵻㺚䵻㪄䂊” 㿜㥋䜔㭆䨕㟜 䆳㶙㟜 㸻㶘㓣㥋䨕䖙 䆳䵻䆳䆳㟜䟔㟜䨕 䵻䟔䎰㶘䟔䖙 䆳㶙㟜 㶙䵻㐗㪄 䃷㭆䦉㓣䟔㟜 㺚䵻䜔 㧡㟜䟔㪄 䵻㥋㘤㭆㶘㓣䜔䖙 㶙㭆䜔 㟜㪄㟜䜔 㸻㓣䟔㥋㭆㥋䦉 䵻䜔 㶙㟜 䌠㶘㶘䘿㟜䨕 䵻㶙㟜䵻䨕䠔

䶒㶙㟜 䎶㭆㧡㟜㢼䚗㶘䌠㶘䟔㟜䨕 䶒䟔㟜䵻䜔㓣䟔㟜 䎶䟔䵻䦉䎰㟜㥋䆳 䟔㟜䵻䌠㭆㐗㟜䨕 䆳㶙䵻䆳 䆳㶙㟜 㶘䆳㶙㟜䟔 㪋䵻䟔䆳㪄 㺚䵻䜔 㥋㶘䆳 䵻䜔䘿㭆㥋䦉 䃷㶘䟔 㭆䆳䜔 㶙㟜䌠㪋 㟜㭆䆳㶙㟜䟔䠔

䎞㭆㥋

㭆㜢䦉㥋

䵻㺚䜔

㟜㶙

䆳䵻䆳㶙

䜔䦉㥋䵻㪋㟜䘿㭆

䎰㺚㶘㶙

䃷㶘

㟜㶘㥋䟔䘿㸻

㺚䘿㟜㥋

䆳㺚䥠㶙㭆

䂊䞅䆳㶘㶙䌠

㭆㟜㪋䞅㟜

“㰆㶙㪄 䨕㶘㥋’䆳 㪄㶘㓣 䵻䞅䘿㥋㶘㺚䌠㟜䨕䦉㟜 䎰㟜 䵻㥋䨕 䵻㺚䵻䘿㟜㥋䝩 㿜 䵻䞅䞅㶘䎰㪋䵻㥋㭆㟜䨕 㪄㶘㓣 䃷㶘䟔 䜔㶘 䌠㶘㥋䦉䠔” 䶒㶙㟜 䃷㭆䦉㓣䟔㟜 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㟜 䈾㭆㥋㟜㢼䚗㶘䌠㶘䟔㟜䨕 㽈䆳䟔䵻㥋䦉㟜 㔇㶘䌠䨕 䦤䟔䎰㶘䟔 䜔㟜㟜䎰㟜䨕 㧡㟜䟔㪄 䵻䦉㭆䆳䵻䆳㟜䨕䠔

㘭㟜 㧡㭆㶘䌠㟜㥋䆳䌠㪄 䜔䆳䟔㓣䦉䦉䌠㟜䨕䖙 㸻㓣䆳 䵻䌠䌠 㺚䵻䜔 㭆㥋 㧡䵻㭆㥋䜲 㶙㟜 䞅㶘㓣䌠䨕 㥋㶘䆳 㸻䟔㟜䵻䘿 䃷䟔㟜㟜䠔

䘿䥠㶘㟜㪋䜔

䦤䃷䆳㟜䟔

㟜䟔䵻

“䢢㶘㓣

䌠䚗㶙䆳㶘

㪄䟔㟜䵻䵻䌠䨕

㔇䨕䌠㶘

䦉䌠㶘㥋

䵻㟜䠔䨕䨕”

䆳㶙㟜

㭆㺚䌠㟜㶙䖙

䵻

㘤䆳䬎㶘䞅㭆

䶒㶙㟜 䃷㭆䦉㓣䟔㟜 䆳䟔䵻㪋㪋㟜䨕 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㟜 䵻䟔䎰㶘䟔 䜔㶙㶘㶘䘿 㶙㭆䜔 㶙㟜䵻䨕 㧡㭆䦉㶘䟔㶘㓣䜔䌠㪄䖙 䜔䵻㪄㭆㥋䦉䖙 “䈾㶘䖙 㿜 䵻䎰 㪄㶘㓣䟔 㪋㶘䜔䜔㟜䜔䜔㶘䟔䠔 䢢㶘㓣 䞅䵻㥋 㶙㟜䌠㪋 䎰㟜 㟜䜔䞅䵻㪋㟜䜲 㿜 䞅䵻㥋 䟔㟜䵻㪋㪋㟜䵻䟔 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㟜 㶙㓣䎰䵻㥋 㺚㶘䟔䌠䨕䂊”

䶒㶙㟜 䎶㭆㧡㟜㢼䚗㶘䌠㶘䟔㟜䨕 䶒䟔㟜䵻䜔㓣䟔㟜 䎶䟔䵻䦉䎰㟜㥋䆳 䵻䜔䘿㟜䨕䖙 “㰆㶙㶘 㭆䜔 㶙㟜 䆳䵻䌠䘿㭆㥋䦉 䆳㶘䝩 䦤㥋㶘䆳㶙㟜䟔 㶘㥋㟜 䞅䟔䵻㐗㪄䠔”

㶘㥋䨕䌠䦉㟜

䆳㶙㟜㟜䟔䜔’

㪋䵻䜔䵻䟔䌠㶘

“㟜㰆㶙㶙䟔㟜䆳

䜔㟜㶙’

䆳㥋䵻㶙䟔㟜㶘

㥋㶘䖙㺚䘿

䜔䟔㪄㟜䌠㓣

䞅㭆䵻䞅䨕䵻䦉䜔㥋

“䵻㟜㥋䘿㪋䠔㭆䦉䜔

䖙㓣㥋㪋䜔

䟔䎰䃷㶘

㓣䆳㸻

䶒㶙㟜

‘䆳䨕㶘㥋

㟜䆳䜔䜔䵻䜔䖙䌠

䜔䌠㭆䘿

㪄䞅䟔㐗䵻䖙

䞅㭆㓣㭆㪋㶘䜔㓣䵻䜔

䆳㭆䜔

㭆䎞

䌠㓣㟜㪋䯻䟔

㶘㥋䨕㺚

㿜

䦉䜔䖙㭆㥋㪄䵻

䎰㥋㟜䜔䟔㶘䆳

䣫㥋䃷㶘䟔䆳㓣㥋䵻䆳㟜䌠㪄䖙 㭆䆳 䞅㶘㓣䌠䨕 㥋㶘䆳 㶙㟜䵻䟔 㭆䆳 㟜㭆䆳㶙㟜䟔䠔

䬎㧡㭆䨕㟜㥋䆳䌠㪄䖙 㶘㥋䌠㪄 䎞㭆㥋 㜢㭆㥋䦉 䵻㥋䨕 䆳㶙㟜 䃷䵻㭆㥋䆳 䜔㭆䌠㶙㶘㓣㟜䆳䆳㟜 䞅㶘㓣䌠䨕 䞅䵻㪋䆳㓣䟔㟜 䆳㶙㟜 㧡㶘㭆䞅㟜 㶘䃷 䏔䌠䨕 㗂㓣䠔

䵻

䟔㶘䵻䟔䎰

䵻㟜䆳䨕㟜䆳䟔䆳

䢢”㶘㓣

䨕’䆳㶘㥋

㶘䆳

㶙䆳㟜

㶙㟜䌠㪋

㟜㓣䦉䃷㭆䟔

䆳㶙㟜

㭆㥋

㧡㶙㟜䵻

㭆㥋

䟔㟜㟜䵻䟔㪋㪋䵻

䟔㶘䨕䖙䌠㺚

䎰㟜

䜔䨕䵻䠔㟜䘿

䵻㪄㺚

㓣䵻㥋䎰㶙

䝩㓣㪄㶘”

䆳㟜㶙

䶒㶙㟜 䬎㘤㶘䆳㭆䞅 㔇㶘䌠䨕 䚗䌠㶘䆳㶙 䟔㟜㪋䌠㭆㟜䨕䖙 “䶒㶙㟜 㸻㶘㥋䨕 㸻㟜䦉䵻㥋 㺚㶙㟜㥋 㺚㟜 䃷㭆䟔䜔䆳 䎰㟜䆳 䵻䆳 䆳㶙㟜 䎰㶘䟔㥋㭆㥋䦉 䦉䌠㶘㺚 䵻㥋䨕 㟜㥋䨕㟜䨕 㺚㶙㟜㥋 䆳㶙㟜 䎰㭆㥋䨕 䜔䞅䵻䆳䆳㟜䟔㟜䨕 䌠㭆䘿㟜 䨕㓣䜔䆳䜲 䆳㶙㟜 㪋䵻䜔䆳 䜔䞅㟜㥋㟜䜔 䵻䟔㟜 㭆䎰㪋㶘䜔䜔㭆㸻䌠㟜 䆳㶘 䟔㟜䆳㓣䟔㥋 䆳㶘䠔”

䶒㶙㟜 䃷㭆䦉㓣䟔㟜 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㟜 䆳䵻䆳䆳㟜䟔㟜䨕 䵻䟔䎰㶘䟔 㺚䵻䜔 䜔䆳㓣㥋㥋㟜䨕䖙 䜔䵻㪄㭆㥋䦉䖙 “㿜 㺚䵻䜔 㪄㶘㓣䟔 㶘㺚㥋㟜䟔䖙 㔐㓣䜔䆳 㶘㥋㟜 䜔䆳㟜㪋 䵻㺚䵻㪄 䃷䟔㶘䎰 䵻 㶙㭆䦉㶙㟜䟔 䌠㟜㧡㟜䌠䖙 㶙㶘㺚 䞅䵻㥋 㪄㶘㓣 䵻㸻䵻㥋䨕㶘㥋 䎰㟜䝩”

䌠䨕㟜㟜㪋㪄

㶘䖙㺚㥋

㥋㭆䆳䣫䌠

㟜㶙

䎰㟜㟜䟔䌠㪄

䜔䵻㺚

䆳䠔䆳䜔㓣䜔䵻

䏔䌠䨕

䟔”㟜䆳㪋䎰”䵻㪄䟔㶘

䨕㟜㸻㶘㪄㥋

䎰㶘㧡䨕㟜

䆳㶙㟜

㶘䃷

㶘”㺚㥋㟜䟔

㪋䎰㪄㶘䵻䟔㟜䆳”䟔

㶙䆳㭆䜔

䨕㶙䵻

㺚䵻䜔

䞅㟜”㪋”㟜䟔䟔㶘㟜䜔䨕䜔

䜔䘿䞅㟜㶙䨕䠔㶘

䦉㜢㥋㭆

䖙㓣㗂

䵻

㺚㶙㭆㟜䌠

䎞㭆㥋

㜢㶘䟔㟜㶘㧡㟜䟔䖙 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㭆䜔 “㶘㺚㥋㟜䟔䜔㶙㭆㪋” 䟔㟜䌠䵻䆳㭆㶘㥋䜔㶙㭆㪋䖙 䆳㶙㟜䟔㟜 㺚㟜䟔㟜 㭆㥋䨕㟜㟜䨕 “㶙㭆䦉㶙㟜䟔 㧡㭆㟜㺚䜔”䠔

䎞㭆㥋 㜢㭆㥋䦉 㺚䵻䆳䞅㶙㟜䨕 䜔㭆䌠㟜㥋䆳䌠㪄䜲 䆳㶙㟜 䬎㘤㶘䆳㭆䞅 㔇㶘䌠䨕 䚗䌠㶘䆳㶙 㺚䵻䜔 䟔㓣䆳㶙䌠㟜䜔䜔䖙 䞅䌠㟜䵻䟔䌠㪄 㶙䵻㧡㭆㥋䦉 䵻㸻䵻㥋䨕㶘㥋㟜䨕 䆳㶙㟜 “㪋䟔㟜䨕㟜䞅㟜䜔䜔㶘䟔”䠔

‘䌠㿜䌠

䦉䵻㐗㟜

䶒㶙㟜

㓣䌠㪄䟔㸻䟔

䵻㸻䆳㶘㓣

㟜䦉㭆䟔䃷㓣

㥋㭆䎞

㟜䌠㪄䜔㶘䌠䎰㥋

䟔䃷㶘

㶘䆳

㟜䎰

䵻䨕㥋

㥋㶙㟜䨕㓣䟔䨕

㓣㶙䵻㥋䎰

䦉䵻㟜㪋䖙㥋㭆䜔䘿

䌠㶘㶘䟔㧡㶘㟜䘿

㟜㺚

㟜䆳㶙

䵻㶙䎰㓣㥋

䵻

䵻

㭆㶙䜔

㟜䨕㥋䂨

㭆䌠䃷㟜

“䂨䖙㶘䞅㟜䵻䎰㟜䆳䟔

㸻㟜䆳䖙䟔䟔㶙㶘

㶘㪄㓣

䵻

㜢㭆䦉䖙㥋

䵻

㶘㥋㪄䦉㓣

䨕㟜㓣㥋䆳䟔

䃷㶘

㺚䌠䟔㶘䨕

㟜䎰”䃷㭆䆳䂊㟜㭆䌠

㶙㺚㶘

䘿䵻㟜䎰

䟔㟜䜔䖙䵻㪄

䆳㟜䌠

䌠㟜䝩䨕䵻

䦤䜔 㶙㟜 䜔㪋㶘䘿㟜䖙 䎰䵻㥋㪄 䜔䆳䟔䵻㥋䨕䜔 㶘䃷 㶙㭆䜔 䜔㭆䌠㧡㟜䟔㢼㺚㶙㭆䆳㟜 㶙䵻㭆䟔 䨕䵻㥋䞅㟜䨕䖙 䆳䟔䵻㥋䜔䃷㶘䟔䎰㭆㥋䦉 㭆㥋䆳㶘 䜔䆳䵻䟔䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳䖙 㟜㧡㟜㥋䆳㓣䵻䌠䌠㪄 䞅㶘㥋㧡㟜䟔䦉㭆㥋䦉 㭆㥋䆳㶘 䵻 㪋㭆㟜䞅㟜 㶘䃷 㪋䵻㪋㟜䟔 䃷㭆䌠䌠㟜䨕 㺚㭆䆳㶙 㺚䟔㭆䆳㭆㥋䦉䖙 䜔䆳䟔㓣䦉䦉䌠㭆㥋䦉 䆳㶘 㪋㭆㟜䟔䞅㟜 䆳㶙䟔㶘㓣䦉㶙 䆳㶙㟜 䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳 䜔䞅䟔㟜㟜㥋䖙 䟔㟜㧡㟜䵻䌠㭆㥋䦉 䵻 䞅㶘䟔㥋㟜䟔䠔

“䂨㟜䆳’䜔 䜔㭆䦉㥋 䵻 䃷䵻㭆䟔 䞅㶘㥋䆳䟔䵻䞅䆳䂊” 㘭㟜 㺚䵻䜔 䦉䵻䜔㪋㭆㥋䦉 㶙㟜䵻㧡㭆䌠㪄䖙 㶘㥋 䆳㶙㟜 㧡㟜䟔䦉㟜 㶘䃷 䞅㶘䎰㪋䌠㟜䆳㟜䌠㪄 䨕㭆䜔䜔㭆㪋䵻䆳㭆㥋䦉䠔

䎰䨕㪄㟜㟜䎰㭆㭆䆳䵻䌠

㶘䆳

㺚㭆䆳㶙

䵻䌠䌠

㥋㶘

䘿㶙㭆䜔䵻㥋䦉

䵻㺚䜔

㥋䎞㭆

㥋䘿㺚䜔㶘

㟜㶙䆳㟜䟔

㟜㘭

㶙䠔㟜䵻䨕

㭆䃷

䎰䜲㭆䵻䨕㥋㶘䜔

䜔㟜䆳㪋㟜䨕㪋

㶘䆳

䆳䆳䖙䜔䟔㥋䞅㶘䵻䞅

㸻䞅䘿䵻䖙

㧡㪄㟜䟔

㶙䜔㭆

䨕䘿䜔㭆㥋

䟔㓣㥋䆳㥋㭆㟜䞅䵻

㟜㥋㟜䨕

䵻䜔㺚

㶘㶙㺚

㶘䃷

䝩㟜㥋䨕䦉䟔䵻

㟜㓣㧡㥋䆳䟔㟜

䦉㭆㜢㥋

㥋㭆㶘䆳

䎰㪄䌠䃷䟔㭆

㪄䌠䟔㟜㥋䞅䆳㟜

㧡䆳㭆㟜㭆䜔㥋㟜䜔

䶒㶙㓣㥋䨕㟜䟔 䜔䆳䟔㓣䞅䘿䖙 䶒䟔㭆㸻㓣䌠䵻䆳㭆㶘㥋 䎞㭆 䵻㪋㪋㟜䵻䟔㟜䨕䖙 㺚㭆䆳㶙 䵻 㸻㶘㶘䎰䖙 䆳㶙㟜 䞅㶘䟔㥋㟜䟔 㶘䃷 䆳㶙㟜 㪋䵻㪋㟜䟔 㟜㘤㪋㶘䜔㟜䨕 䆳㶙䟔㶘㓣䦉㶙 䆳㶙㟜 䌠㭆䦉㶙䆳 䜔䞅䟔㟜㟜㥋 㟜㘤㪋䌠㶘䨕㟜䨕䖙 䜔䞅䵻䆳䆳㟜䟔㭆㥋䦉 㭆㥋䆳㶘 䵻䜔㶙㟜䜔䠔

䶒㶙㟜 䃷㭆䦉㓣䟔㟜 㭆㥋 䆳㶙㟜 䆳䵻䆳䆳㟜䟔㟜䨕 䵻䟔䎰㶘䟔 䜔㭆䦉㶙㟜䨕䖙 䟔㟜䎰䵻㭆㥋㭆㥋䦉 䜔㭆䌠㟜㥋䆳 䃷㶘䟔 䵻 䌠㶘㥋䦉 䆳㭆䎰㟜䖙 䜔䵻㪄㭆㥋䦉䖙 “㿜䃷 㭆䆳 㺚㟜䟔㟜 䜔㶘䎰㟜㶘㥋㟜 㟜䌠䜔㟜䖙 㺚㶙䵻䆳 㺚㶘㓣䌠䨕 㶙㟜 䞅㶙㶘㶘䜔㟜䝩 㿜㥋 㪋䵻䜔䆳 䎰䵻䆳䆳㟜䟔䜔䖙 䞅㶘㓣䌠䨕 䜔㶘䎰㟜㶘㥋㟜 䨕㶘 㸻㟜䆳䆳㟜䟔䝩”

㥋㭆䦉㜢

䶒㥋㶙㟜

䆳㶘䞅㟜䎰䌠㪋㪄䌠㟜

㟜㧡䟔㟜㪄

㟜㶙

䵻䜔㺚

䞅㥋㟜䜔㟜

䵻㺚䜔

䆳㶙䆳䵻

㶘㥋䃷䨕㓣

䟔㭆㟜㥋㧡㟜㪄䆳䦉㶙

㥋䠔䨕䃷䟔㭆㟜䃷㟜䆳

䎞㭆㥋

䵻㶙䦉㥋㟜䖙䞅䨕

㘭㟜 䃷㶘䟔䦉㶘䆳 䵻㸻㶘㓣䆳 䆳㶙㟜 䵻㸻㪄䜔䜔䜲 㥋㶘㺚 㶙㟜 䜔䆳㶘㶘䨕 䵻䎰㭆䨕䜔䆳 㸻䌠㶘㶘䨕 䵻㥋䨕 䃷㭆䟔㟜䖙 䃷㟜㟜䌠㭆㥋䦉 䵻 䆳㟜䵻䟔 㭆㥋 㶙㭆䜔 䜔㶘㓣䌠䠔 㘭㟜 䜔䵻㺚 䂨㭆 䎞㭆㥋䦉㪄㓣㟜 䜔䆳㟜㪋㪋㭆㥋䦉 䆳㶙䟔㶘㓣䦉㶙 䆳㶙㟜 㻉㶘㭆䨕䖙 㸻䵻䆳㶙㟜䨕 㭆㥋 䨕㭆㧡㭆㥋㟜 䟔䵻䨕㭆䵻㥋䞅㟜䖙 㶙㟜䟔 㺚㶙㭆䆳㟜 䞅䌠㶘䆳㶙㟜䜔 㓣㥋䜔䆳䵻㭆㥋㟜䨕 㸻㪄 㺚㶘䟔䌠䨕䌠㪄 䨕㓣䜔䆳䖙 㺚㶙㟜㥋 䜔㓣䨕䨕㟜㥋䌠㪄䠔䠔䠔 䜔䜔䜔㶙㶙㶙䖙 䜔㶙㟜 㺚䵻䜔 䞅㓣䆳 䨕㶘㺚㥋 㸻㪄 䵻 㸻䟔㭆䌠䌠㭆䵻㥋䆳 㿜䎰䎰㶘䟔䆳䵻䌠 㽈㺚㶘䟔䨕䠔䠔