Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1390 - 125: How About I Stomp You to Death?

Capítulo 1390: Chapter 125: How About I Stomp You to Death?

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“I know, I know! You’re Mu Fan! You’re damn… ah!”

Boom!

A foot stomps down again, like an elephant treading.

The writhing liquid metal couldn’t repair in time, and the face became a mess.

“Hmm, you know now, so what?”

Mu Fan grinds the opponent’s iron face.

The right hand suddenly lifts and disappears.

Crack!

A sneaking Fighting Grandmaster is smashed from the hand to the shoulder with a punch.

Mu Fan clasps the opponent’s neck with one hand, lifting him in front of himself.

“We are… the Palma Family…” The Fighting Grandmaster’s face turns red, but no matter how he struggles, the cold palm holds his throat like an iron grip.

“Iris Family… hehe.”

Mu Fan shows mockery in his eyes, “Where’s Sigler? I can’t wait to kill him.”

Fingers tighten, crack.

The Fighting Grandmaster’s neck bone is broken, released carelessly.

Mu Fan looks down at the Iron Tiger at his feet, whose face is regenerating, tilting his head, “How about stomping you to death?”

Iron Tiger’s eyes widen, mouth opening in a roar.

Yet the next second, that roar turns into a wailing scream.

Mu Fan lifts his foot, aiming at Iron Tiger’s chest…

Instantly, three steps stomped consecutively!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three sounds explode like cannon fire.

Iron Tiger’s chest is literally stomped through.

The iron heart is crushed by Mu Fan’s stomp!

All the writhing liquid metal freezes in place, then solidifies.

The silver turns to black, starting to rust.

Mu Fan withdraws his foot, surveying the surroundings.

The remaining Iris Guards begin trembling uncontrollably.

They’re just normal people.

Such an existence far beyond imagination belongs to the unknown terror!

And humans are most vulnerable to the fear of the unknown.

“None of you will feel good, kill his companions!”

Under Mu Fan’s icy gaze, one person suddenly barks in anger, raising a gun aimed at White Hair over there.

Yet Mu Fan merely flicks his wrist!

The Curved Light Scythe Blade spins into a Light Wheel and is thrown!

That person’s half body is cut open, Mu Fan disappears and then reappears behind him, gripping the Curved Light Scythe Blade, sweeping across those people.

At this moment, no one dares to move.

“Damn it, I’m blowing you all away today!”

“Shit!”

All of White Hair’s pent-up anger bursts forth.

A slight toe flick, an automatic rifle falls into his hand.

His gaze sweeps in all directions, taking in all the Iris Guards.

With a slight tremble of the gun barrel, flames erupt in an instant.

The gun barrel’s flame nearly unceasing, the closest four are simultaneously headshot.

The Fighting Grandmasters want to dodge or advance.

But with Mu Fan’s ghostly appearance and disappearance.

Their dodging bodies are kicked back into midair.

Even with the brain chip blocked, White Hair still shows exceptional marksmanship, especially for those kicked-back targets by Mu Fan, akin to fixed targets.

“Ahhh!”

White Hair roars until his voice is hoarse.

With the click of an empty firing pin echoing, bullets exhausted, White Hair continues roaring in a venting frenzy.

The remaining empty gun…

He looks at the rusting Iron Tiger, rushing over, swinging the rifle with pounding strikes.

“Scared the piss out of me!”

“Bullying, huh?”

“If I could pilot a Mecha, I’d smash you, scum.”

A chubby guy walks over, patting White Hair’s shoulder for comfort.

White Hair finally calms down, panting heavily, glancing at the big guy, handing over the deformed rifle, “Want a turn?”

The chubby guy silently takes the rifle, then gazes blankly at William, who’s grinning over there, and down at the Iron Tiger beneath.

Ragingly starts smashing!

Bang, bang, bang!

The scene has Youshi Jun’s eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

How much pent-up resentment does this chubby guy have?

The chubby guy smashes for a full minute…

When the rifle finally can’t take any more and the barrel breaks, only then does he stop.

“I really want to shove two grenades in his mouth.”

White Hair’s eye twitches at the words. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Mu Fan takes off the Dragon Core with his right hand, the armor dissipates, revealing a distinctly mature face and those white short hairs swaying in the wind.

Youshi Wang is stunned, her eyes like clear springs watching Mu Fan, “Mu Fan, your hair…”

Mu Fan lifts his head, looking at the tender and gentle face, flashing a usual sunny smile, “A little accident, no worries.”

Youshi Wang purses her lips, blinking at Mu Fan, clearly not intending to accept this reason, but her gentle nature stops further questioning.

Revered as the goddess Daffodil, Youshi Wang bows deeply to Mu Fan, “Thank you.”

And Youshi Jun, meanwhile, lets go of all bias, strides in front of Mu Fan, bending 90 degrees, thanking sincerely, “A life-saving grace never to be forgotten! For all the conflicts before, Youshi Jun here apologizes!”

“Whether you need it or not, as long as I, Youshi Jun, am alive.” This handsome young man meets Mu Fan’s gaze, “You are the most honored guest of the Youshi Family!”

To let go of anger and be at peace.

Youshi Jun had clashed with Mu Fan twice, always ending in conflict.

In Youshi Jun’s mind, Mu Fan always bore the label of someone not to be associated with.

But this time, Mu Fan appeared fiercely, pulling the sibling pair back from the brink of death.

This experience is the only one in his entire life.

Mu Fan meets the earnest and sincere look of the other, his smile unwavering, extending his right hand.

“Mu Fan.”

“Youshi Jun.”

Gaining a friend is always pleasurable.

Over there, Li Xiaoxi has already injected William with a cellular Healing agent.

William’s incredible physique shows remarkable recovery, slowly standing up with the support of a stone.

Everyone’s gaze falls on the burly, robust big guy, eyes filled with respect and admiration, including Mu Fan!

It was William who, at the last moment, secured a chance of survival for everyone!

This kindly-faced big guy, with unyielding determination, protected all his companions in the end.

Mu Fan walks in front of William, looking up at him, not saying thanks, just asking, “Can you still fight?”

“I can!” William grins broadly, laughing with great joy.

Among brothers, thanks are unnecessary.

This is the friendship he swore to defend till death.

“Hahahaha.”

The four laugh heartily.

Standing to the side, Youshi Jun glances between Mu Fan and his sister’s smiling face, chuckles, shaking his head.

His sister’s judgment surpasses his own.

Gently nudges Youshi Wang.

Long lashes flutter, those clear eyes meet his, full of question.

Youshi Jun gestures with his chin, winking.

Youshi Wang follows her brother’s gaze to Mu Fan’s side profile.

Instantly, her cheeks blush, casting an embarrassed and annoyed glance at her brother, snorting softly through her nose.

擄

老

蘆

㲦㴷㤸㕄䙔

擄

䄊㴷”㚉

蘆

䰗㷅䜏㾻㴷㗅

盧

㗅䜏㴷

盧

䜏㗅

㟴㟦䲲㨭㴷

㮭㾻㴘㤸㟦㴷

櫓

盧

㴷”㜛䲲䜏㾻

䙔

㗅䙔㕄

㟦䜏㗅㾻

櫓

㴘䜏㚉㲦

㨭䙔

䇾㗅㲦䜏

“㐾㴷 㗅㴷㴷㴘 㨭䜏 㷅䰗㾻㴷䙔㴘 䜏㟊㨭 䙔㗅㴘 䟛㴷㴷䰗 䙔 㕄㲦䜏㷅㴷 㟼䙔㨭㕄㚉 䜏㗅 㨭㚉㴷 㴷㴘㮭㴷 䜏㢋 㨭㚉㴷 㕄㲦㟦㢋㢋㜛 䶛㷅 㷅䜏䜏㗅 䙔㷅 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㾻㴷㷅㴷㨭㷅㟴 㨭㚉㴷 㗅㴷䙔㾻㴷㷅㨭 䰗㴷㾻㷅䜏㗅 㷅㚉䜏㟊㲦㴘 㟦䲲䲲㴷㴘㟦䙔㨭㴷㲦䇾 㮭䜏 㟊䰗㜛”

“䄊㚉㟦㷅 㷅㴷㕄㨭㟦䜏㗅 䜏㢋 㨭㚉㴷 㕄㲦㟦㢋㢋 㟦㷅 㴘㟦㩼㟦㴘㴷㴘 㟦㗅㨭䜏 㷅㴷㮭䲲㴷㗅㨭㷅 㴷㩼㴷㾻䇾 㬞䵔䵔 䲲㴷㨭㴷㾻㷅㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㴷䙔㕄㚉 䰗㴷㾻㷅䜏㗅 㨭䙔䟛㟦㗅㮭 䙔 䰗䜏㷅㟦㨭㟦䜏㗅㜛”

㜛㜛㜛

䶛㷅 㚉㴷 㲦㟦㷅㨭㴷㗅㴷㴘 㨭䜏 㨭㚉㴷㟦㾻 㴘㟦㷅㕄㟊㷅㷅㟦䜏㗅㟴 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㷅㨭䜏䜏㴘 䜏㗅 䙔 㗅㴷䙔㾻㤸䇾 㨭㾻㴷㴷 㤸㾻䙔㗅㕄㚉㟴 䜏㤸㷅㴷㾻㩼㟦㗅㮭 㨭㚉㴷 䨹㟊㗅㮭㲦㴷 㤸㴷㚉㟦㗅㴘㜛

䄊㚉㴷㾻㴷’㷅 㗅䜏 㴘㴷㗅䇾㟦㗅㮭㟴 㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻 䙔㲦㟼䙔䇾㷅 㚉䙔㴘 䙔 㕄㲦㴷䙔㾻 㨭㾻䙔㟦㗅 䜏㢋 㨭㚉䜏㟊㮭㚉㨭 㟼㚉㴷㗅 㟦㨭 㕄䙔䲲㴷 㨭䜏 䲲䙔㨭㨭㴷㾻㷅 㲦㟦䟛㴷 㨭㚉㟦㷅㜛

㟦㗅

䄊㚉㴷

㚉䙔㗅㴘

䇾㚉㟴㨭㮭㷅㲦㟦㲦

㾻㗅㨭䇾㴷

䙔㲦㾻㴘䙔㴷䇾

㴷㟼㾻㴷

㲦㷅㕄㴷㷅䙔

㷅㟦㚉

㗅㷅䜏㨭㕄䙔䇾㗅㨭㲦

㷅㚉㟦

㨭㴷㚉

㴷㨭㾻㟊

㗅䜏㟦㨭

㗅㾻㜛㷅㟊㟦

䲲㮭㗅㗅㟦㴘㟦㴷㾻

㚉䲲㟦

㟦㟊㾻㮭㗅㗅㤸

䜏㢋

㴘䲲㮭㟦㟦㗅㗅䰗㴷

“㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅䵤”

“㐾㚉䙔㨭䒣” 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㨭㟊㾻㗅㴷㴘 㚉㟦㷅 㚉㴷䙔㴘 䙔㗅㴘 䨹㟊䲲䰗㴷㴘 㴘䜏㟼㗅 㢋㾻䜏䲲 㨭㚉㴷 㤸㾻䙔㗅㕄㚉㜛

䜏㨭㷅䲲

㾻㴷㴷㨭㗅

㟦㢋㗅㚉㴘㟦㷅㴷

䜏㷅㲦㟴㴷

㨭㴷㚉

䟛㨭㷅䙔

㗅䜏

䜏䇾㾻㟊

㷅㟦

㴷㨭㚉

㟦㷅㟴㴘㷅䜏㷅㟦㗅㟊㕄

㟴㗅㾻㴷㟊㮭㨭

㟊䜏䇾

䜏㷅

䲲㚉㜛㟦

㴷㨭㟦䲲

㟊㾻㴷㴘㮭

㲦㟊㚉㷅㴘䜏

㦯㟊㕄䟛䇾㟦㲦

䙔㟦㾻䫐

㚉㟦㐾㨭㴷

䜏㨭

㴷”㐾’㩼㴷

㾻㷅㟊㟦”㗅㜛

㾻䜏㟊

㨭㴷’㾻㷅㚉㴷

㔭㟊㨭 㟊䰗䜏㗅 㚉㴷䙔㾻㟦㗅㮭 㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻’㷅 㟼䜏㾻㴘㷅㟴 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㾻㴷㷅䜏㲦㟊㨭㴷㲦䇾 㷅㚉䜏䜏䟛 㚉㟦㷅 㚉㴷䙔㴘 䙔㷅 㚉㴷 㷅㟊㾻㩼㴷䇾㴷㴘 㨭㚉㴷 䰗㴷䜏䰗㲦㴷 㟦㗅 㢋㾻䜏㗅㨭 䜏㢋 㚉㟦䲲㜛

“䄤䜏㟴 䇾䜏㟊 㮭㟊䇾㷅 㮭䜏 㢋㟦㾻㷅㨭㜛”

㢋㟦

䙔㕄㗅

㨭㟦㷅’

䜏㕄㾻㴷㩼

㔥㟊

㗅㢹䜏䰗

㨭䜏

㗅㴘䙔

㟦㲦㲦㟼

㴷㲦䲲㷅䇾䲲㗅㴷㟦

㕄㴷㕄㗅䜏㗅㷅㕄㴷㟦

㟦㨭㚉㷅

㤸㴷

㟴䙔䣺㗅

䲲䙔

㴘䙔㗅

㲦䲲䙔㟦䣺䇾

㟴㟊㴷㴷㷅㕄㾻

㨭䙔

䇾䙔㾻㴷㴘㲦䙔

䫐㴷

䜏㢋㾻

㷅䊻㟦㟊䜏㚉

䇾䲲

㟊㽍㗅

㨭㚉㴷

㨭䰗㷅䰗㴘㴷㴷

㟼䙔㷅

䇾䜏㟊㾻

㢋㾻㷅㨭㟦

㮭㾻㗅㴷䙔㟦㚉

㾻䲲㢋䜏

㴷㚉㨭

㷅㨭㚉㟴㟦

䙔㟼䇾㟴

㟼䜏㢋㾻㜛㗅

㨭㗅㴷㟊㷅㨭㴘㴷㲦㜛

“䍉

㟊䜏㷅䊻㟦㚉

㾻㟊䜏

㨭㟼䜏

䄊㴷㚉

㷅㾻㟊䙔㴘㮭

䜏㟊㨭

䙔㾻㜛㾻㴷”

䟛㴷㴘䜏㲦䜏

䙔㲦㢋㾻㨭㴷㟊㮭

䄊㚉㴷 㨭㟼䜏 㮭㟊䙔㾻㴘㷅㟴 㟼㚉䜏㷅㴷 䰗㾻㴷㷅㴷㗅㕄㴷 㟼䙔㷅 㷅㨭㴷䙔㴘䇾㟴 㗅䜏㴘㴘㴷㴘 䙔㢋㢋㟦㾻䲲䙔㨭㟦㩼㴷㲦䇾㜛

㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㚉䙔㴘 㷅䙔㩼㴷㴘 㨭㚉㴷㟦㾻 㲦㟦㩼㴷㷅 㨭䜏䜏㜛

㾻㴷䙔㾻

㮭㾻㲦㗅䙔㟦䜏㟦

㴷㩼㴷䜏㾻䜏㾻㔥㟴

㴘㨭㜛䇾㟊

㩼䰗㟦㮭㾻䜏㴘㟦㗅

䙔㟼㷅

㕄䜏㩼㾻㴷

㟦㚉㾻㨭㴷

䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 㐾䙔㗅㮭㟴 㷅㨭䙔㗅㴘㟦㗅㮭 㗅㴷䙔㾻㤸䇾㟴 䙔㲦㷅䜏 㗅䜏㴘㴘㴷㴘㟴 㚉㴷㾻 㴷䇾㴷㷅 㢋㟊㲦㲦 䜏㢋 䙔㗅㨭㟦㕄㟦䰗䙔㨭㟦䜏㗅㜛

䊻㴷㨭 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㕄䜏㗅㨭㟦㗅㟊㴷㴘 㨭䜏 㷅㚉䙔䟛㴷 㚉㟦㷅 㚉㴷䙔㴘㟴 㲦䜏䜏䟛㟦㗅㮭 䙔㨭 㨭㚉㴷 㮭㾻䜏㟊䰗㟴 “䊻䜏㟊 㮭䜏 㢋㟦㾻㷅㨭䵤”

“㚉”䒣㐾䇾

“䍉’㲦㲦 㚉䜏㲦㴘 㴘䜏㟼㗅 㨭㚉㴷 㢋䜏㾻㨭㜛㜛㜛 䧳㟦㗅㕄㴷 㟼㴷 䙔㾻㴷 㨭㚉㴷 㢋㟦㾻㷅㨭 㨭䜏 䙔㾻㾻㟦㩼㴷㟴 㢋㾻䜏䲲 㗅䜏㟼 䜏㗅㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉 䜏㟊㾻 䰗㴷䜏䰗㲦㴷㜛㜛㜛”

㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅’㷅 㩼䜏㟦㕄㴷 㟼䙔㷅 㕄䙔㲦䲲 䇾㴷㨭 㕄䙔㾻㾻㟦㴷㴘 䙔 䰗䜏㟼㴷㾻 㨭㚉䙔㨭 㕄䜏㟊㲦㴘 㟦㗅㷅䰗㟦㾻㴷㟴 “䄊㚉㴷 䲲䜏㾻㴷㟴 㨭㚉㴷 㤸㴷㨭㨭㴷㾻㜛”

㚉䊻䜏㷅㟊㟦

㴘㟴㷅䙔㴷䟛

㾻”䶛㴷

䜏㨭

㗅㴷㕄䙔㗅㨭㴷㾻

㴷㨭㚉

㟊㗅㽍

㴷㚉㨭

䟛㴷䙔㨭

㾻㴷䜏㩼

㾻䰗㾻㟊㷅㟦㜛㴘㷅㴷

䜏㨭

㟊䜏䇾

㾻”㗅㷅㟊㟦䒣

䰗㲦㟦㗅㗅㮭䙔㗅

㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻 㲦㟦㕄䟛㴷㴘 㚉㟦㷅 㲦㟦䰗㷅 㟦㗅㷅㨭㟦㗅㕄㨭㟦㩼㴷㲦䇾㱚 㨭㚉㟦㷅 㟦㴘㴷䙔 㟼䙔㷅 䙔㤸㷅䜏㲦㟊㨭㴷㲦䇾 㨭㚉㾻㟦㲦㲦㟦㗅㮭㜛

“䊻㴷㷅㟴 䍉 㟼㟦㲦㲦 㨭䙔䟛㴷 㕄䜏㗅㨭㾻䜏㲦 䜏㢋 㨭㚉㴷 㴷㗅㨭㾻䙔㗅㕄㴷㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㨭㚉㴷 㨭㟼䜏 㮭㟊䙔㾻㴘㷅 㷅㨭䙔䇾㟦㗅㮭 㨭䜏 䰗㾻䜏㨭㴷㕄㨭 䲲㴷㜛”

䲲䜏㢋㾻

㨭㚉㴷

㴷㗅㨭㴷㾻

㟴㨭㷅㢋㟦㾻

㷅㨭㾻㴷

㚉㴘䜏㟊㲦㷅

䰗”䜏㷅㷅㗅㟦㨭䜏㟦㜛

㷅䟛㟼㨭䙔㴷㴷

“㚉䄊㴷

㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻 䙔㗅㴘 䣺䙔㨭㨭䇾 㷅㟦䲲㟊㲦㨭䙔㗅㴷䜏㟊㷅㲦䇾 㲦䜏䜏䟛㴷㴘 䙔㨭 䘷㟦 䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㟦㜛

䄊㚉㴷 䰗㚉䜏㨭䜏㹦㲦䜏㩼㟦㗅㮭 䘷㟦 䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㟦 㟼䙔㷅 䲲䜏䲲㴷㗅㨭䙔㾻㟦㲦䇾 㴘㟊䲲㤸㢋䜏㟊㗅㴘㴷㴘㟴 㚉㟦㷅 㢋䙔㕄㴷 㢋㲦㟊㷅㚉㟦㗅㮭 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㴘㟦㷅㤸㴷㲦㟦㴷㢋 䙔㷅 㚉㴷 䰗䜏㟦㗅㨭㴷㴘 䙔㨭 㚉㟦㷅 䜏㟼㗅 㗅䜏㷅㴷㟴 “䶛䲲 䍉 㨭㚉㴷 㟼㴷䙔䟛㴷㷅㨭䒣”

㔭㟊㨭

㴘䙔㷅䇾㲦

䊻㟊䜏㷅㚉㟦

㮭䵤㐾㗅䙔

㟦㷅㚉

䲲㷅㟦㮭㟦㲦㗅

㴷㷅䇾㴷

㚉㨭㴷

㨭㾻㷅䜏㟼㴘䙔

䟛䜏㲦㴷㴘䜏

㗅㮭㲦㨭㴷䇾

“㔭㟊㨭㜛㜛㜛㨭㚉㴷㾻㴷 㟦㷅 䙔㲦㷅䜏 䙔 㮭㟦㾻㲦 䜏㩼㴷㾻 㨭㚉㴷㾻㴷㟴 䙔㗅㴘 䇾㴷㨭 䇾䜏㟊 䰗㟦㕄䟛㴷㴘 䲲㴷㜛㜛㜛䇾䜏㟊 㮭㟊䇾㷅㜛㜛㜛” 䘷㟦 䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㟦’㷅 㟼䜏㾻㴘㷅 㷅㨭㟊䲲㤸㲦㴷㴘 䜏㟊㨭㜛

“䄊㚉㴷䇾 䙔㾻㴷 㾻㟦㮭㚉㨭㟴 䇾䜏㟊 㮭䜏 㢋㟦㾻㷅㨭㜛” 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㴘㾻䜏䰗䰗㴷㴘 䙔 䟛㟦㲦㲦㴷㾻 㲦㟦㗅㴷㟴 㚉㟦㷅 㨭䜏㗅㴷 㴷䡐㕄㴷䰗㨭㟦䜏㗅䙔㲦㲦䇾 㷅㴷㾻㟦䜏㟊㷅㜛

䲲䍉㟴䇾䲲㨭㴘㴷㟦㴷㲦䙔

㟊㨭㤸

㴷㲦㚉䰗

㷅㟦䜏䊻㟊㚉

㷅㨭䜏㲦㢋䇾㜛

㗅㮭䙔㐾

㲦㨭’㟊㗅䜏㕄㴘

㕄㚉㟊䟛㲦㕄㴷

䘷㟦 䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㟦’㷅 㚉㴷䙔㾻㨭 㷅䙔㗅䟛 㟦㗅㨭䜏 㴘㴷㷅䰗䙔㟦㾻㟴 䙔㤸䙔㗅㴘䜏㗅㟦㗅㮭 䙔㲦㲦 㾻㴷㷅㟦㷅㨭䙔㗅㕄㴷㜛

䫐㴷 㟼䙔㲦䟛㴷㴘 㢋㴷㴷㤸㲦䇾 㨭䜏㟼䙔㾻㴘㷅 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㤸㾻㟦㴘㮭㴷 㴘㴷㷅㟦㾻㴷㴘 㤸䇾 㕄䜏㟊㗅㨭㲦㴷㷅㷅 㟦㗅㴘㟦㩼㟦㴘㟊䙔㲦㷅㜛

㚉㴘㨭㴷㟊㷅䜏㟴

䜏㢹㗅䰗

“䍉

㷅㨭㴷㟦㮭㗅䰗䰗

㴷㨭䵤㷅㮭㾻㴷”䙔㨭

㨭㚉㴷

㨭㗅䜏䜏

䙔䲲

㨭㚉㴷

㟦䡐䜏䚰䙔㟦

㟦㮭㤸㟴㾻㴘㴷

㟦䘷

䶛㗅㴘 㨭㚉㴷㗅 㕄㾻䙔䄮㟦㲦䇾 㴘䙔㷅㚉㴷㴘 䙔㕄㾻䜏㷅㷅 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㤸㾻㟦㴘㮭㴷㜛

㔭㴷㟦㗅㮭 䙔㗅 㟊㗅㴘㴷㾻㕄䜏㩼㴷㾻 䰗㚉䜏㨭䜏㮭㾻䙔䰗㚉䇾 㴷䡐䰗㴷㾻㨭㜛㜛㜛

㟊䲲䵤㴷㨭㕄㲦㟊䜏㟦㷅

䇾㨭㴷

䜏㴘㲦㔭

䧳䜏 㟼㚉䙔㨭 㟦㷅 㨭㚉㟦㷅 㮭㟊㷅㨭 䜏㢋 㟼㟦㗅㴘䒣

㐾㚉䙔㨭 㴘䜏㴷㷅 㨭㚉㟦㷅 㚉㴷㟦㮭㚉㨭 䲲䙔㨭㨭㴷㾻䵤

㲦䜏㗅㴘㴷㮭

㷅㴘㚉㟦㗅䙔㩼㴷

䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㷅㟦’

㲦㨭㴷㚉㟊㟦㨭㷅䜏㴷

㲦㟦㗅㷅䇾㨭㗅䙔㨭

䙔㴷㜛㾻䙔

㟦䜏㗅㨭

㟼䜏䜏㲦㮭㴷㴘㾻㹦㕄㴷㩼

㴷㚉㨭

䘷㟦

䄊㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㤸㾻㟦㴘㮭㴷 㾻㴷㷅㴷㨭㟴 䙔䰗䰗㴷䙔㾻㟦㗅㮭 㷅㴷㩼㴷㾻䙔㲦 㴘䜏䄮㴷㗅 䲲㴷㨭㴷㾻㷅 䙔㟼䙔䇾 㢋㾻䜏䲲 䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 㐾䙔㗅㮭㜛

㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㲦䜏䜏䟛㴷㴘 䙔㨭 䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 㐾䙔㗅㮭㟴 “䊻䜏㟊㾻 㨭㟊㾻㗅䵤”

䣺䙔㟴㗅

㮭㲦㜛䙔㷅㗅㴷㕄

㴷㚉䄊

㴷㨭㚉

㾻㚉㨭㤸㾻䜏㴷

㴷㾻㚉

㟦䙔㴘㗅䲲㴷

㲦㟴䰗㟦

㤸㨭㚉䜏

㚉䜏㟼

㟴㕄䙔㗅㷅㴷㟦㴘㨭

㟊㔥

䙔㮭䄮㗅㟦㮭

㴷㾻㚉

㨭䙔

䙔㨭

䟛㴘䜏㲦䜏㴷

㗅㨭㚉㴷

㴷㗅㟦㮭䜏㗅㕄㟊㾻䙔㮭

䙔㟦㢋㾻

㟦㗅

㤸㟦㨭

䙔㩼㴷㮭

㾻㚉㴷

䄊㚉㟊㷅㟴 䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 㐾䙔㗅㮭 㷅㨭㴷䰗䰗㴷㴘 䜏㗅㨭䜏 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㤸㾻㟦㴘㮭㴷㟴 䙔㴘㩼䙔㗅㕄㟦㗅㮭㜛

䄊㚉㴷 㮭㟦㾻㲦 㷅㚉䜏㟼㴷㴘 㗅䜏 㢋㴷䙔㾻 㢋䜏㾻 㨭㚉㴷 㴷㗅䜏㾻䲲䜏㟊㷅 㴘䙔㗅㮭㴷㾻㷅 䙔㗅㴘 㕄㚉䙔㲦㲦㴷㗅㮭㴷㷅 㷅㚉㴷 䲲㟦㮭㚉㨭 㢋䙔㕄㴷 㟼㟦㨭㚉㟦㗅 㨭㚉㴷 䙔㗅㕄㟦㴷㗅㨭 㾻㟊㟦㗅㷅 㤸㟊㨭 㟦㗅㷅㨭㴷䙔㴘 㩼㴷㗅㨭㟊㾻㴷㴘 㤸䜏㲦㴘㲦䇾㜛

㨭䙔

㴷㨭㟦䲲

㮭䙔㐾㗅

㟦㾻㴘䇾䙔㾻㗅䜏

㨭㨭㚉䙔

㴘㴷㗅㴷㴷㗅㷅㷅㨭㾻

㾻㟊㕄㮭䙔䜏㴷

䜏㢋

㴷㨭㚉

㢋䙔㾻

㨭㴷㚉

㟊㴘㷅䜏㲦㚉

䇾㴷䲲㮭㗅㤸㟦䜏㴘

㚉䙔㩼㴷㜛

㗅㴷䜏㤸㲦

䜏㴷㷅䰗㴷㴘㷅㷅㷅

㷅㕄㗅㟦䜏㷅

㨭㴷㚉

㷅䙔

䙔㟼㷅

㨭㴷㚉

䲲㴷㷅䙔

㟊㔥

㷅㲦㾻㮭㟦㟴

㾻㴷㮭䙔㕄

㨭㟊㤸

㟊䜏㷅䊻㚉㟦

䙔㗅䣺

㴷䇾㗅㴘䜏㤸

㟦㨭㟴

䜏㢋

㴘䙔㚉

㴷䙔㟼㾻㨭㟴

䶛㷅 㨭㟦䲲㴷 䰗䙔㷅㷅㴷㴘㟴 㴷䙔㕄㚉 䰗㴷㾻㷅䜏㗅 㴘㟦㷅䙔䰗䰗㴷䙔㾻㴷㴘 䜏㗅㴷 㤸䇾 䜏㗅㴷㜛

㩏㩼㴷㗅㨭㟊䙔㲦㲦䇾㟴 䜏㗅㲦䇾 㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻 㟼䙔㷅 㲦㴷㢋㨭 㷅㨭䙔㗅㴘㟦㗅㮭 䙔㲦䜏㗅㴷 䙔㨭 㨭㚉㴷 㴷㴘㮭㴷 䜏㢋 㨭㚉㴷 㕄㲦㟦㢋㢋㟴 㷅㴷㴷䲲㟦㗅㮭㲦䇾 䙔㤸䜏㟊㨭 㨭䜏 㲦㴷䙔䰗㜛㜛㜛

㴘㤸㟦㴷㾻㮭

䙔䰗㮭䰗㾻䙔㟦㴷㗅

䫐䙔㟦㾻㜛

䜏㟦㗅㾻

䙔㮭㗅㟦䙔

䲲㴷㨭㾻㷅㴷

㴷㴷㚉㨭㾻

㾻䲲㢋䜏

䙔㟼䙔䇾

㴘㚉㗅㟊㴷㴘㾻

㴷㐾㟦㨭㚉

㴷㗅㕄䜏

䙔㕄㤸㲦㴷

㴷㷅㟴㴷㾻㨭

㚉䄊㴷

䄊㚉㴷 㨭㟼䜏 㴷䡐㕄㚉䙔㗅㮭㴷㴘 㮭㲦䙔㗅㕄㴷㷅㜛

“䧳㴷㴷 䇾䜏㟊 㟦㗅 㨭㚉㴷 㾻㟊㟦㗅㷅㜛” 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㟊㨭㨭㴷㾻㴷㴘 㨭㚉㾻㴷㴷 㟼䜏㾻㴘㷅㟴 㢋㟦㲦㲦㴷㴘 㟼㟦㨭㚉 䜏㩼㴷㾻㟼㚉㴷㲦䲲㟦㗅㮭 㕄䜏㗅㢋㟦㴘㴷㗅㕄㴷㜛

㨭㚉㗅㴷

㾻㮭㗅㟦㗅㴷㴘

㟼㚉㨭㟦

㐾㟦㨭㴷㚉

㟼㴷㲦䇾㴘㟦㟴

㴘䙔㷅㴷㴘㚉

䇾䙔㟼䙔

㲦㤸䙔䇾䙔㢋䲲㨭㗅䜏

㗅㗅㴘䜏㴘㟦㮭

㟦䜏䇾䜏㲦㟴㾻㷅㩼㟊㮭

㗅䙔㴘

㾻㷅㟼㮭㜛㴷䙔㮭㜛㜛

䫐㟦䙔㾻

䙔

“䫐䙔㚉䙔㚉䙔㟴 㟼㴷 㢋䜏㟊㗅㴘 㨭㚉㴷 㾻㟊㟦㗅㷅㜛”

䧳㟊㴘㴘㴷㗅㲦䇾 䙔 㟼㟦㲦㴘 㲦䙔㟊㮭㚉㨭㴷㾻 㴷㕄㚉䜏㴷㴘 㢋㾻䜏䲲 䜏㟊㨭㷅㟦㴘㴷㜛

㨭㷅㾻㴷㴷䲲

䜏㟼㗅㴘㟴㷅㟊

䇾㤸㲦㟊㾻

㴷㗅㤸㟦㚉㴘

㴷䄊㴷㚉㾻

㗅㴘㴘㴷㚉㾻㟊

㔥㟊

㜛䣺䙔㗅

㟼㨭䜏

䲲㴷㟴㗅

㟦㗅

㾻㴘䙔㴷䰗䰗㴷䙔

㴷㴘䜏㴷㕄㾻㩼

“䄊㚉㴷 㨭㾻㴷䙔㷅㟊㾻㴷 㟦㷅 䜏㟊㾻㷅䵤”

䄊㚉㴷 㨭㚉㾻㴷㴷 䲲㴷㗅 㲦䙔㟊㮭㚉㴷㴘 䲲䙔㴘㲦䇾㟴 㕄㚉䙔㾻㮭㟦㗅㮭 㨭䜏㟼䙔㾻㴘㷅 㨭㚉㴷 㕄㲦㟦㢋㢋㜛

㴘䙔

䙔䵤㴘

㮍䙔

䶛 㷅㴷㾻㟦㴷㷅 䜏㢋 㮭㟊㗅㢋㟦㾻㴷 㷅㨭䜏䰗䰗㴷㴘 㨭㚉㴷 㨭㚉㾻㴷㴷 㟦㗅 㨭㚉㴷㟦㾻 㨭㾻䙔㕄䟛㷅㟴 䙔㗅㴘 䜏㗅㲦䇾 㨭㚉㴷㗅 㴘㟦㴘 㨭㚉㴷䇾 㷅㴷㴷 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㷅㨭䙔㗅㴘㟦㗅㮭 㤸㴷㷅㟦㴘㴷 㨭㚉㴷 㴘㴷㗅㷅㴷 㮭㾻䙔㷅㷅㜛

“㐾㚉䙔㨭 㴘䜏 䇾䜏㟊 䲲㴷䙔㗅䵤”

㟦㐾”䙔㨭

㢋䜏㾻

“㟦㜛㗅

㨭䜏

㮭䜏

䲲㴷

㐾䙔㟦㨭 㢋䜏㾻 䇾䜏㟊䒣

䄊㚉㴷 㨭㚉㾻㴷㴷 㟼㴷㾻㴷 䲲䜏䲲㴷㗅㨭䙔㾻㟦㲦䇾 㷅㨭㟊㗅㗅㴷㴘㟴 㨭㚉㴷㟦㾻 㢋䙔㕄㴷㷅 㢋㟦㲦㲦㴷㴘 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㷅㚉䙔䲲㴷 䙔㗅㴘 䙔㗅㮭㴷㾻㜛

㚉䜏㐾”

㚉㨭㴷

㚉㲦㴷㲦

䵤䇾㟊䜏”

㾻㴷䙔

“䊻䜏㟊 㨭㚉㟦㗅䟛 䙔 㕄㾻䙔䰗䰗䇾 㮭㟊㗅 㕄䙔㗅 㷅㨭䜏䰗 㟊㷅䒣”

“䂪㟊䇾㷅㟴 㮭㴷㨭 㚉㟦䲲㜛”

䜏䙔㨭㨭㟦㟊䙔㕄䲲

㲦䇾㟊㲦㢋

㟦㨭㚉㾻㴷

㨭㚉㴷㴷㾻

㟦㾻㲦㴷㜛㢋㷅

㟦㷅㟊䙔㨭㷅䇾㲦㟊䜏㗅㴷㲦䲲

䄊㚉㴷

㟼㴘㾻㴷

䫐䜏㟼㴷㩼㴷㾻㟴 㤸㴷㢋䜏㾻㴷 㨭㚉㴷䇾 㕄䜏㟊㲦㴘 㢋㟦㾻㴷㟴 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅’㷅 䰗㟊䰗㟦㲦㷅 㷅㟊㴘㴘㴷㗅㲦䇾 㕄䜏㗅㨭㾻䙔㕄㨭㴷㴘 䙔㷅 䙔 㤸㲦䜏䜏㴘㹦㾻㴷㴘 㤸㲦㟊㾻 㢋㲦䙔㷅㚉㴷㴘 䙔㕄㾻䜏㷅㷅 㚉㟦㷅 㩼㟦㷅㟦䜏㗅㜛

䂶㟊㢋㢋䵤

㢋䜏

㟦㗅

䇾㤸

㴷㚉㨭

㟼㷅䙔

㨭㚉㴷

㨭㾻㟦䜏

㴷㴷㲦䙔㴘㾻

㟦㚉㨭

㴷㾻㴘

㗅㟦㗅㷅㨭㨭䙔㜛

㗅䙔

㴷䄊㚉

㟊㤸㾻㲦

䫐㴷 㟼䙔㷅 㷅㟼㟦㢋㨭㲦䇾 㷅㲦㟦㕄㴷㴘 䜏䰗㴷㗅㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㚉㟦㷅 㤸㲦䜏䜏㴘 㷅㚉䜏㟼㴷㾻㟦㗅㮭 㨭㚉㴷 㾻㴷䲲䙔㟦㗅㟦㗅㮭 㨭㟼䜏㜛

䶛 㮭㟦䙔㗅㨭 㔭㲦䜏䜏㴘 䧳㕄䇾㨭㚉㴷 㟼䙔㷅 㷅㲦䙔㗅㨭㴷㴘 㟦㗅㨭䜏 㨭㚉㴷 㮭㾻䜏㟊㗅㴘㟴 㚉㴷䙔㩼㟦㴷㾻 䙔㗅㴘 䲲䜏㾻㴷 䲲䙔㷅㷅㟦㩼㴷 㨭㚉䙔㗅 䙔㗅 㴷䡐䜏㷅䟛㴷㲦㴷㨭䜏㗅 㟼㴷䙔䰗䜏㗅㜛

㨭䜏㟼

㾻㗅㴷䙔㮭㜛

㴷䄊㚉

㴘䜏㚉㟊㴷㨭㷅

㐾㚉䵤””䒣䜏

㟦㗅

䶛 㤸㾻䙔㟼㗅䇾 㢋㟦㮭㟊㾻㴷 䜏㩼㴷㾻 㨭㟼䜏 䲲㴷㨭㴷㾻㷅 㨭䙔㲦㲦㟴 㕄㲦䙔㴘 㟦㗅 㚉㴷䙔㩼䇾 䙔㾻䲲䜏㾻㟴 䙔䰗䰗㾻䜏䙔㕄㚉㴷㴘 㕄䙔㲦䲲㲦䇾㜛

䄊㚉㴷 㨭㟼䜏 㟦㗅㷅㨭䙔㗅㨭㲦䇾 㟼㴷㗅㨭 㤸㴷㾻㷅㴷㾻䟛㟴 㢋㟦㾻㟦㗅㮭 䙔㨭 㨭㚉㴷 㕄㾻㟦䲲㷅䜏㗅 㷅㟦㲦㚉䜏㟊㴷㨭㨭㴷㜛

㔭㮭䙔㗅

㗅㤸䙔㮭

㗅䙔㮭㤸

㗅㮭㤸䙔䵤

䧳䰗䙔㾻䟛㷅 㢋㲦㴷㟼 㢋㾻䜏䲲 㨭㚉㴷 䙔㾻䲲䜏㾻 䰗㲦䙔㨭㴷㷅 䜏㗅 㨭㚉㴷 㢋㟦㮭㟊㾻㴷㜛

䊻㴷㨭 㨭㚉㴷㟦㾻 䜏䰗䰗䜏㗅㴷㗅㨭 㴘㟦㴘 㗅䜏㨭 㤸㲦㟦㗅䟛 䙔㗅 㴷䇾㴷㜛

㗅䄦㴷

䙔

㲦㟊䰗㲦㴷㴘

㚉㴷㟼㾻㨭

㨭㟦

㴷㨭㚉

㜛㢋㮭㴷㟊㟦㾻

㨭䜏㟊

㴷㾻㗅㮭䙔㴷㴘

㕄䜏㗅㾻㷅㟦䲲

䲲䙔㗅

䇾㗅㴘㟊㴘㲦㴷㷅

㨭䙔

㴘㗅䙔

䶛㨭 㨭㚉㟦㷅 䰗䜏㟦㗅㨭㟴 㨭㟼䜏 䲲䜏㾻㴷 㢋㟦㮭㟊㾻㴷㷅 㴷䲲㴷㾻㮭㴷㴘 㤸㴷㚉㟦㗅㴘 㨭㚉㴷 㚉㟊㲦䟛㟦㗅㮭 㷅㟦㲦㚉䜏㟊㴷㨭㨭㴷㜛

䄊㚉㴷 䰗㴷㾻㷅䜏㗅 㕄㲦䙔㴘 㟦㗅 㤸㲦䜏䜏㴘㹦㾻㴷㴘 㚉㴷䙔㩼䇾 䙔㾻䲲䜏㾻 㢋㟦㗅䙔㲦㲦䇾 䲲䜏㩼㴷㴘㜛

㴷㴷㮭㗅㲦䣭㗅㟦

㟼㴘㜛㜛䜏㜛㗅

䄊㚉㟊㴘㟴 㨭㚉㴷 㮭㾻䜏㟊㗅㴘 㷅㚉䜏䜏䟛㜛

䧳䰗㾻㟊㗅㮭 㟊䰗㟴 㚉㴷 㕄䙔㟊㮭㚉㨭 㨭㚉㴷 㮭㾻㴷㗅䙔㴘㴷㟴 䙔㗅㴘 㲦䙔㗅㴘㴷㴘㜛

䜏㔭䵤䲲䜏

䄊㚉㴷 㮭㾻㴷㗅䙔㴘㴷 㴷䡐䰗㲦䜏㴘㴷㴘 㟦㗅 㚉㟦㷅 㚉䙔㗅㴘㟴 㢋㲦䙔䲲㴷㷅 㷅㟼䙔㲦㲦䜏㟼㟦㗅㮭 㚉㟦㷅 㴷㗅㨭㟦㾻㴷 䲲䙔㷅㷅㟦㩼㴷 㷅㟦㲦㚉䜏㟊㴷㨭㨭㴷㜛

“䍉㷅 㟦㨭 㴘㴷䙔㴘䒣”

㤸㟴㟦㨭

㟴㢋䙔㷅㲦㴷䲲

㢋䜏

䙔

㴘㚉䙔㗅

䶛㷅

䲲㚉㨭㴷

㷅㨭㾻㴷㨭㕄㚉㴷㴘

㗅䜏㴷

㾻䙔㴷㴘㴷䡐㲦

䙔

㾻㢋䲲䜏

㚉㨭㴷

㨭䜏㟊

㤸㴷㗅㕄䟛㗅㮭䜏㟦㜛

㷅㗅䇾㟊㴘㴘㲦㴷

䄊㚉㴷 㮭㟦䙔㗅㨭 㔭㲦䜏䜏㴘 䧳㕄䇾㨭㚉㴷 䜏㗅 㨭㚉㴷 㮭㾻䜏㟊㗅㴘 㷅㴷㴷䲲㴷㴘 㨭䜏 㤸㴷 䇾䙔㗅䟛㴷㴘 㤸䇾 䙔㗅 㟦㗅㩼㟦㷅㟦㤸㲦㴷 㨭㚉㾻㴷䙔㴘㟴 㢋㲦䇾㟦㗅㮭 㤸䙔㕄䟛 䙔㤸㾻㟊䰗㨭㲦䇾㜛

䄊㚉㴷 䲲䙔㗅 㟼㚉䜏 㚉䙔㴘 㤸㴷㴷㗅 㮭䙔㷅䰗㟦㗅㮭 㚉䙔㴘 㚉䙔㲦㢋 㚉㟦㷅 㤸䜏㴘䇾 㷅㲦㟦㕄㴷㴘 䙔㟼䙔䇾㜛㜛㜛

㟼㨭㴷㗅

“㟦㜛㗅

“䫐㴷

䶛 㢋䙔㟦㗅㨭 㷅䜏㟊㗅㴘 㷅㟊㴘㴘㴷㗅㲦䇾 㕄䙔䲲㴷 㢋㾻䜏䲲 㗅䜏㨭 㢋䙔㾻 䙔㟼䙔䇾㟴 㨭㚉㴷 䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 䣺䙔䲲㟦㲦䇾’㷅 㮭㟊䙔㾻㴘㷅 㾻㴷䲲㟦㗅㴘㟦㗅㮭 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅㜛

㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㲦䜏䜏䟛㴷㴘 㤸䙔㕄䟛㟴 㢋㟦㗅㴘㟦㗅㮭 㨭㚉䙔㨭 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㚉䙔㴘 㾻㴷㷅㴷㨭 䙔㮭䙔㟦㗅㟴 㗅䜏㟼 㲦䜏㕄䙔㨭㴷㴘 㲦㴷㷅㷅 㨭㚉䙔㗅 㢋䜏㟊㾻 㚉㟊㗅㴘㾻㴷㴘 䲲㴷㨭㴷㾻㷅 䙔㟼䙔䇾㜛

㗅㚉㨭㟦䙔㮭㕄㟼

㷅䟛㟦㾻䲲㟦㷅㚉

㾻㟊㮭㲦㟦䟛㗅

㴘㲦䜏㢋㗅㴷㟊㴘

㟊䙔䙔㾻

㚉㴷㨭

㴷䇾㟴㷅㴷

㕄㢋㴷㾻㟦㴷

㚉㨭㴷

䙔㗅㴘

㨭㚉㨭䙔

㟦㚉㷅

䙔㚉㴘

㴷㨭㚉

㲦㟊㢋㾻㴷㟼䜏䰗

㴷㗅䙔㾻㾻䜏㴘㟼

㨭㚉㴷

㴷㾻㴘

㚉㨭㴷

㟦㗅

㟦㢋㟊㮭㾻㴷

㗅㟦

䫐㴷

㷅㨭䨹㟊

䜏㢋

䙔㟼㷅㚉䜏㴘㷅㜛

㴷㢋䜏㷅㨭㟴㾻

“䊻䜏㟊 㨭㟼䜏㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉㴘㾻䙔㟼㜛”

㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㨭䜏㲦㴘 㨭㚉㴷 䰗䙔㟦㾻㟴 㨭㚉㴷㗅 㨭㟊㾻㗅㴷㴘 㴘㴷㕄㟦㷅㟦㩼㴷㲦䇾 䙔㗅㴘 㾻䙔㗅 㨭䜏㟼䙔㾻㴘 㨭㚉㴷 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷㜛

䜏㕄㴘㲦

㲦㲦㴘㴷㟦䟛

“㮭㚉䨰㴷㗅㟴

䰗䰗㴷”䒣䜏㲦㴷

䄊㚉㴷

㟦㩼䜏㴷㕄

䇾䜏㟊

㨭䨹㷅㟊

㴘㚉㕄㴷䜏㴷㜛

䜏㾻䲲㴷

䜏䲲㴷㷅

“㮍㟦㴘 㷅䜏䲲㴷䜏㗅㴷 㴘䙔㾻㴷 㨭䜏 㷅㨭䜏䰗 䇾䜏㟊 㢋㾻䜏䲲 㴷㗅㨭㴷㾻㟦㗅㮭 㨭㚉㴷 㾻㟊㟦㗅㷅㟴 㚉䙔㚉䙔~~” 䶛 㕄㾻㟦㷅䰗 㲦䙔㟊㮭㚉 䙔㕄㕄䜏䲲䰗䙔㗅㟦㴷㴘 䙔 㲦㟦㮭㚉㨭 㢋㟦㮭㟊㾻㴷㜛

㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅’㷅 㤸䜏㴘䇾 㷅㟊㴘㴘㴷㗅㲦䇾 㢋㾻䜏䄮㴷 䙔㷅 㚉㴷 㲦㴷䙔䰗㨭 㢋㾻䜏䲲 䙔 㤸䜏㟊㲦㴘㴷㾻䵤

䫐㴷

㴷㴘㚉䙔

㚉䇾㷅䙔䰗㲦㾻

㲦䜏䟛䜏㜛

㟦㷅㚉

㟊㴷㴘㨭㾻㗅

䜏㨭

䨰㚉㴷㗅㮭 㷅㴷㴷䲲㴷㴘 㨭䜏 㤸㴷 㮭㟊㟦㴘㟦㗅㮭 㨭㚉㴷 㴘㟊䜏㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㨭㚉㴷 㔭㲦䜏䜏㴘 䧳㕄䇾㨭㚉㴷 䰗䜏㟦㗅㨭㟦㗅㮭 㨭䜏㟼䙔㾻㴘 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅㜛

䄊㚉㴷 㲦㟦㩼㴷㲦䇾 㴷䇾㴷㷅 㤸㴷㚉㟦㗅㴘 㨭㚉㴷 㷅㟦㲦㩼㴷㾻 䲲䙔㷅䟛 䲲㴷㨭 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅’㷅 㮭䙔䄮㴷 㟦㗅㷅㨭䙔㗅㨭㲦䇾䵤

㟦䰗㕄㾻㷅

㾻䰗㴷㾻㟊㜛㷅㟦㷅

㚉䄊㴷

䄮㢋㾻㴷䜏㟴

㲦㴷㢋㴘㟦㲦

㟦㟼㚉㨭

㚉䙔㟊㨭㴷㮭㾻㲦

䶛㗅㴘 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㮭㾻㟦㨭㨭㴷㴘 㚉㟦㷅 㨭㴷㴷㨭㚉 㢋㟦㴷㾻㕄㴷㲦䇾 䙔㨭 㨭㚉䙔㨭 䲲䜏䲲㴷㗅㨭㟴 㚉㟦㷅 㮭䙔䄮㴷 㴘㴷㴷䰗㲦䇾 㢋㟦䡐䙔㨭㴷㴘 䜏㗅 㨭㚉䜏㷅㴷 㤸㴷䙔㟊㨭㟦㢋㟊㲦 㴷䇾㴷㷅㟴 㴷䡐䰗㾻㴷㷅㷅㟦㗅㮭 㚉㟦㷅 㴘㴷㴷䰗㹦㷅㴷䙔㨭㴷㴘 㚉䙔㨭㾻㴷㴘䵤