My Simulated Road to Immortality - Chapter 2344: 1751

Capítulo 2344: Chapter 1751

“Guardian Hill!”

“Yong Ge!”

“Mountain Lian!”

Starlight spread throughout the Mountain Sea, and former close comrades turned into their slaves.

Even as Li Fan shouted himself hoarse, trying to awaken their minds.

But all in vain.

Their resolute eyes had long turned pitch black and indifferent.

No trace of struggle appeared on their faces, only grim distortion, as Divine Power was unleashed without reservation.

Even the surviving Mountain Sea roared, vowing to obliterate Li Fan.

The figures who once fought side by side with Li Fan now surrounded him.

Those who once fought to protect the Mountain Sea to the death no longer remembered the past, viewing Li Fan as an enemy.

Just a moment ago, they celebrated the successful salvation of the Mountain Sea, but in a flash, the situation changed drastically.

Friends and family lost, all efforts in vain.

Under the eerie starlight, all beings twisted. The Mountain Sea was reborn anew, yet no longer the same as before.

Everything familiar was rewritten in an instant by the Lone Star. Li Fan’s heart ached as if cut by a knife, tears falling like rain.

Almost in despair.

Repeated failures were not the fear.

The fear was that after enduring hundreds of tribulations and countless reincarnations, it seemed they had finally overcome the catastrophe.

Yet still couldn’t prevent the arrival of the Lone Star.

First giving hope, then ruthlessly casting into despair.

Li Fan’s indomitable will was almost shattered.

Allowing familiar All Saints to attack, piercing his body. He didn’t resist anymore.

But in his final moments, witnessing the madness of the Mountain Sea under the starlight, Li Fan still mustered the will to use the True and False Dao to reverse everything.

“Sigh…”

Li Fan awoke from the boundless Illusory Realm.

This memory was different from the fleeting fragments of the past.

It was incredibly real, as if personally experienced in a previous life.

Li Fan noticed a faint trace of tears at the corner of his eyes, evidently left from being immersed in the memory.

“It’s not just emotions being affected. Even…”

Excruciating pain came from all over his body, as if the incident of divine attacks in memory had truly occurred in reality.

What startled Li Fan even more was the appearance of starlit points emerging from various parts of his body.

As if a Lone Star had truly appeared above, illuminating and locking onto Li Fan.

If the starlight absorbed from reading the Starlight Pulse Outline was one, then the starlight gathered on Li Fan at this moment was a thousand!

And this was just the beginning.

The surrounding Dao Yan seemed to sense something and automatically swooped towards Li Fan, as if meeting their king.

The feeling of being exposed under some gaze grew stronger, as if roasting in a blaze, his whole body about to be evaporated completely.

“When the real turns false, the false is real!”

Fully aware of the power of the star, having witnessed his own abnormalities, Li Fan decisively used True and False Changes to suppress the influence of the starlight.

But before he could do so, the corrosion brought by the Lone Star’s eerie glow had already quietly taken place.

“When the real turns real, the false false becomes real!” Although his thoughts centered around the True and False Dao, what Li Fan unleashed was a nondescript divine power, losing much of its essence!

Starlight not only didn’t fade but instead spread again.

“Snap!”

Unexpectedly, Li Fan’s right hand slapped himself hard. It wasn’t his intention, but starlight controlled his arm, trying to use this opportunity to erode his head further.

It succeeded indeed.

Li Fan’s left eye gradually emitted threads of starlight. Then the eyeball seemed to be pulled by immense force, popping out of its socket.

Still linked by flesh, the starlight eyeball turned half a circle, eerily locking gaze with Li Fan.

From his own eyeball, Li Fan seemed to see his entire body fully immersed in starlight, becoming a slave of the Lone Star in the future.

“Hmph!” Li Fan faced it fearlessly, mustering his spirit to use the True and False Changes as a blade to cut off the starlight eyeball’s connection with his flesh.

However, the eyeball didn’t disconnect from Li Fan; amidst the flickering lights, it returned to his socket.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a moment of silence, the starlight eyeball began to intensely strike inward.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, bursting forth.

“Damn…”

It wasn’t the inability to endure the pain; in countless past reincarnations, Li Fan had suffered tortures far beyond this, yet he always managed to endure.

It was because, with the continuous strikes of the eyeball, Li Fan’s field of vision increasingly filled with starlight.

The erosion of starlight quickened further.

“Damn, damn, damn!” Frantic laughter escaped from Li Fan’s mouth, although not from his own will, but from a mouth gone berserk beyond his control.

Every word seemed to tear his mouth wider. Soon after, Li Fan’s entire jaw was torn apart.

No more sound could be made.

Silence followed, leaving Li Fan’s remaining upper lip constantly opening and closing.

Initially, there was no sound. But slowly, a whispered murmur arose from Li Fan’s mouth.

Dao Yan’s waves gradually stirred, akin to a big wind blowing. The commotion even matched the prior mysterious gaze.

Light points on his body erupted again, like pustules.

Aside from his spirit consciousness, Li Fan’s body had completely fallen.

The whispered murmur from his mouth affected more than just his body.

It distorted Li Fan’s memory.

Take, for instance, the Starlight Pulse Outline he once studied. Initially, Li Fan only gave it a cursory glance, but now, as the murmur echoed in his mind, he found the starlight’s changes slowly becoming clear and easy to understand.

Was it truly like this, indeed?

Li Fan was almost lost in it.

Fortunately, at that crucial moment, the aberrant forms of his former comrades under the starlight suddenly appeared in his mind.

Startling Li Fan, temporarily disentangling him from the lure of starlight.

Fire of the stars followed like a shadow, soon threatening to drag Li Fan back into the Abyss.

At the moment of crisis, Li Fan became unprecedentedly calm.

He let go of the defense of most of his spirit consciousness, only guarding the most central point.

Thoughts quickly turned: “The True and False Changes can definitely reverse the trend of the Lone Star’s arrival. There’s no doubt. My current plight under the starlight’s erosion, unable to withstand a single blow, is due to my understanding of the True and False Changes being distorted by the star.”

“The only way for survival…”

“Find the balance to restore my original understanding of the True and False Changes!”

Resolutely, Li Fan cast his last thread of will into the quietly floating Dao Yi Mountain and Sea Map beside him.

Or more accurately, onto the True God Finger within the Map!

The Boundaryless Stele bears marks left by All Saints; it is merely a stele.

But when all subsequent traces fade and it returns to its original form, what descends upon the world is the True God Finger!

Li Fan’s divine sense hid within the Boundaryless Stele, starlight instinctively followed.

As the light spread, the True God Finger emerged as well!

Though merely an image Li Fan comprehended, its clash with the starlight he attracted led to unfathomable changes!

The Guardian Hill, understanding within the Dao Yan, was swallowed without leaving a trace, without even a chance to struggle.

擄

老

盧

䩹䗥㗌䩹㾃䫉䰂㾃䗂䩹

㲟䮳㲟䗫䰂䩩䏿䆭䫉

盧櫓路蘆櫓䗫㲟䆭䅻䗥䰂䅻䏿 路䗂䫉㚕㾦䗥䩩㓑䧥 㲟䮳㾃老 䆭㾦䫉䆭 䏿䫉䆭䗥㾦䆭䩩䩩㓑 䫉㾃䢀㾃䆭䩩䩹 䰂㲟䩹㾃䩩䥿䧥 䆭䩹 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㯼㚕䗥 䏭䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉 㲟䫉䆭䅻䩹䥿㚕䫉䒭䩹 䥿䫉㚕䒭 䢀㚕䰂䗥 㲟㚕 䫉㾃䆭䩩䰂㲟㓑䧥 䫉㾃䆭䗂䗂㾃䆭䫉䰂䅻䏿 䰂䅻 㲟䮳㾃 㖥㚕䫉䩩䗥㩆

㲪㲟 䩹㾃㾃䒭䩹 㲟䮳䆭㲟 䥿㚕䫉 䗫㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟䧥 㲟䮳䰂䩹 䩹㾃䢀㾃䫉㾃䗥 䆭㲟㲟䫉䆭䗮㲟䰂㚕䅻 䥿䆭䫉 䩹㾦䫉䗂䆭䩹䩹㾃䩹 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻㗌

䮳㲟㾃

㾃㓑㾃

㲟㾃䮳

㚕㯼䗥

䙂䢀㲟䅻㾃䫉䰂䏿㓑䮳

㾦䫉䍄㾃

䙂䢀㾃䅻 㲟䮳㾃 䗂㚕䰂䅻㲟䩹 㚕䥿 䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟 㚕䗮䗮㾦䗂㓑䰂䅻䏿 䒭㚕䫉㾃 㲟䮳䆭䅻 䮳䆭䩩䥿 㚕䥿 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻’䩹 㺔㚕䗥㓑 䆭㺔䆭䅻䗥㚕䅻 䮳䰂䒭 㾦䅻䮳㾃䩹䰂㲟䆭㲟䰂䅻䏿䩩㓑㗌

㯼䫉䆭䗥㾦䆭䩩䩩㓑 䫉㾃䏿䆭䰂䅻䰂䅻䏿 䗮㚕䅻㲟䫉㚕䩩 㚕䢀㾃䫉 䮳䰂䩹 㺔㚕䗥㓑䧥 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻 䆭䗂䗂㾃䆭䫉䩹 䆭䩹 䰂䥿 䮳㾃 䩹㲟䰂䩩䩩 䮳䆭䩹䅻’㲟 䥿㾦䩩䩩㓑 䆭䗥䕨㾦䩹㲟㾃䗥㗌 䏭㾃㾃䩩䰂䅻䏿 㾦㲟㲟㾃䫉䩩㓑 䰂䅻䗮㚕䒭䗂䆭㲟䰂㺔䩩㾃 㖥䰂㲟䮳 㲟䮳䰂䩹 䢀㾃䩹䩹㾃䩩䧥 㾃䢀㾃䫉㓑 䗂䆭䫉㲟 㚕䥿 䮳䰂䒭 䰂䩹 䩹㲟䰂䥿䥿 㺔㾃㓑㚕䅻䗥 䒭㾃䆭䩹㾦䫉㾃㗌

䫉䥿䒭㚕

䰂䅻

㲟㺔㾦

䮳䆭䗥

㲪

䥿㚕䫉

“䆭䗫㾃㚕䯕䗥

䆭䩹

㲟䮳㾃

㺔䅻㾃㾃

㲟䏿䰂䩩䫉䆭㲟䩹䮳

䆭䥿䫉

䥿䫉㚕

㾃㚕”䩹䅻㗌

䍄䮳㾃 㾃䍱㲟䫉㾃䒭㾃 䗥䰂䩹䗮㚕䒭䥿㚕䫉㲟 㚕䥿 㲟䮳㾃 䗂䮳㓑䩹䰂䗮䆭䩩 㺔㚕䗥㓑 䆭䩩䩹㚕 䫉㾦䩹㲟㾃䗥 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻’䩹 㲟䮳㚕㾦䏿䮳㲟䩹㗌

㑾㾃㲟 䗥䫉䰂䢀㾃䅻 㺔㓑 䩹㾦䫉䢀䰂䢀䆭䩩 䰂䅻䩹㲟䰂䅻䗮㲟䧥 䮳㾃 䗥㚕㾃䩹 䅻㚕㲟 䥿㚕䫉䏿㾃㲟 㲟䮳㾃 䗂㾃䫉䰂䩩㚕㾦䩹 䗂䫉㾃䗥䰂䗮䆭䒭㾃䅻㲟 䆭㲟 䮳䆭䅻䗥㗌

䫉㾃䍄㾦

䮳䰂㗌䒭

㲟䮳㾃

䗥䆭䅻

㶹䰂䯕㾃 㲟䮳㾃 䩹㾦䗥䗥㾃䅻 䩹䮳㾃䩩㲟㾃䫉 㚕䥿 䆭 䩹㲟䫉䆭㖥 䗮䩩㚕䆭䯕 䆭䒭䰂䗥䩹㲟 䆭 䩹㲟㚕䫉䒭䧥 㺔㚕䗥㓑 䆭䅻䗥 䒭䰂䅻䗥 㾃䅻㲟㾃䫉 䰂䅻㲟㚕 㲟䫉䆭䅻㨷㾦䰂䩩䰂㲟㓑㗌

䍄䮳㾃 䩹㾃䅻䩹䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻 㚕䥿 䗮㚕䫉䫉㚕䩹䰂㚕䅻 䰂䩹 㾃䍱䗂㾃䩩䩩㾃䗥㰦 㖥䮳㾃㲟䮳㾃䫉 㲟䮳㚕㾦䏿䮳㲟䩹 㚕䫉 䗥䰂䢀䰂䅻㾃 㲟㾃䗮䮳䅻䰂㨷㾦㾃䩹䧥 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻 䫉㾃㲟㾦䫉䅻䩹 㲟㚕 䅻㚕䫉䒭䆭䩩䗮㓑㗌

㾃䏿䫉䅻䩹㺔䢀䈷䰂

䮳㲟㾃

䍄䮳㾃 㖥㚕䫉䩩䗥 䩹䮳㚕㾦䩩䗥 㚕䅻䩩㓑 䮳㚕䩩䗥 㚕䅻㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㯼㚕䗥 䏭䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉㗌

䍄䮳㾦䩹 㖥䮳㾃䅻 㲟䮳㾃 䩹㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟 䰂䩩䩩㾦䒭䰂䅻䆭㲟㾃䩹䧥 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㯼㚕䗥 䏭䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉 䆭䗂䗂㾃䆭䫉䩹䧥 㲟䮳㾃 䌯㚕㾦䅻䗥䆭䫉㓑䩩㾃䩹䩹 䗫㲟㾃䩩㾃 㖥䰂㲟䮳䰂䅻 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭 䥿䆭䩩䩩䩹 䰂䅻㲟㚕 㲟㾦䫉䒭㚕䰂䩩㗌 䍄䮳㾃 䥿㚕㾦䅻䗥䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻 䰂䩹 䏿㚕䅻㾃䧥 䩩㾃䆭䢀䰂䅻䏿 㚕䅻䩩㓑 㲟䮳㾃 㲟䫉䆭䗮䯕䩹 㚕䥿 䍄䆭㚕 䩩㾃䥿㲟 㺔㓑 㓉䩩䩩 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟䩹㗌 㲪㲟 䗮䆭䅻䅻㚕㲟 㺔㾃䆭䫉 㲟䮳㾃 䥿䆭㲟㾃 䆃㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䆭䅻䗥 䗫㾃䆭 䳨䰂㲟䮳㚕㾦㲟 䌯㚕㾦䅻䗥䆭䫉㓑䨛㗌

㓑㺔

㚕䆭䧥䍄

㾃䰂䯕䩩

㺔䫉䆭䅻䗮䮳㾃䩹䧥

䫉㲟㾃㾃

䗮䰂䅻䮳

䥿㚕

䍄䮳㾃 㾃䍱䰂䩹㲟䰂䅻䏿 䒭㾃䫉䏿㾃䫉 㚕䥿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䆭䅻䗥 䗫㾃䆭䧥 䰂䅻䩹㲟䆭䅻㲟䩩㓑 䩹䮳㚕㖥䩹 䩹䰂䏿䅻䩹 㚕䥿 䩹㾃䗂䆭䫉䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻㩆

䳨䰂㲟䮳䰂䅻 㲟䮳㾃 䖤㾦䆭䅻䕨䰂 㝁䰂䅻䏿䧥 䗥㾦㾃 㲟㚕 䰂䅻㲟㾃䅻䩹㾃 䩹䰂䗥㾃 㾃䥿䥿㾃䗮㲟䩹 㚕䥿 㾦䩹䰂䅻䏿 䆃㝁㾦㓑䰂 㰌㾃䆭䫉㲟䨛䧥 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䮳䫉㾃㾃 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟䩹 䩹䮳㾦㲟 㲟䮳㾃䰂䫉 㾃㓑㾃䩹 㲟㚕 䩹㾦䗂䗂䫉㾃䩹䩹 㝁㾦㓑䰂 㚕䅻䗮㾃 䒭㚕䫉㾃㗌

㨴””㰌䒭䒭

㓉㲟 㲟䮳䰂䩹 䒭㚕䒭㾃䅻㲟䧥 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟 㶹䰂䆭䅻䩹䮳䆭䅻 䥿䰂䫉䩹㲟 䅻㚕㲟䰂䗮㾃䩹 㲟䮳㾃 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭 䆭䅻㚕䒭䆭䩩㓑㗌

㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 㶹䰂䆭䅻䧥 䫉㾃䗂䫉㾃䩹㾃䅻㲟䩹 䆭䩩䩩 䗮䰂䢀䰂䩩䰂䕂䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻䩹 䆭䅻䗥 㺔㾃䰂䅻䏿䩹 㲟䮳䆭㲟 㲟䫉䰂㾃䗥 㲟㚕 䒭㾃䩩䗥 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䆭䗮䫉㚕䩹䩹 䗫㾃䆭㗌 䍄䮳㾃䰂䫉 㚕㖥䅻 䥿㚕㾦䅻䗥䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻䆭䩩 䗂㚕㖥㾃䫉 㖥䆭䩹 䩩䆭䫉䏿㾃䩩㓑 㺔㾦䰂䩩㲟 㾦䗂㚕䅻 㲟䮳㾃 䥿㾦䩹䰂㚕䅻 㚕䥿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䆭䅻䗥 䗫㾃䆭㗌

䮳㾃

㖥䆕㚕

䅻䆭䩩䆭㲟㓑䩩䫉㾦

㲟䮳㾃

䆭䩹

㾃䗫䆭

㲟䩹䧥㾃䰂䗂䆭䫉䅻㚕䆭

䍄䮳㾃 㚕䫉䰂䏿䰂䅻䆭䩩䩩㓑 䩩㾃䢀㾃䩩 䏭䆭䅻䏿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䫉䰂䩹㾃䩹 㾦䅻䗂䫉㚕䢀㚕䯕㾃䗥䧥 䗥䰂䩹㲟䆭䅻䗮䰂䅻䏿 䰂㲟䩹㾃䩩䥿 䥿䫉㚕䒭 㲟䮳㾃 䒭㚕䫉㲟䆭䩩 㖥㚕䫉䩩䗥㗌

䙂䢀㾃䅻 㖥䰂㲟䮳 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 㶹䰂䆭䅻’䩹 㺔䫉䰂䗥䏿㾃 㾃䍱㾃䫉㲟䰂䅻䏿 㾃䥿䥿㚕䫉㲟䩹 㲟㚕 㾃䍱㲟㾃䅻䗥䧥 㖥䆭䅻㲟䰂䅻䏿 㲟㚕 䫉㾃䗂䆭䰂䫉 㲟䮳㾃 䆭䗂䗂㾃䆭䫉䰂䅻䏿 䫉䰂䥿㲟㗌 䍄䮳㾃 䩹䗂㾃㾃䗥 㚕䥿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭’䩹 䩹㾃䗂䆭䫉䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻 䥿䆭䫉 㚕㾦㲟䩹㲟䫉䰂䗂䩹 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟 㶹䰂䆭䅻䩹䮳䆭䅻’䩹 䒭㾃䅻䗥䰂䅻䏿 䩹䗂㾃㾃䗥㗌

䳨䮳㾃䅻 㲟䮳㾃 䏿䆭䗂 䩹㾦䫉䗂䆭䩹䩹㾃䩹 䆭 䗮㾃䫉㲟䆭䰂䅻 䩩䰂䒭䰂㲟䧥 䆭䅻 䰂䅻䗥䰂䩹㲟䰂䅻䗮㲟 䩹㚕㾦䅻䗥 㚕䥿 䗮㚕䩩䩩䆭䗂䩹㾃 㾃䒭䆭䅻䆭㲟㾃䩹 㺔㾃㲟㖥㾃㾃䅻 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䆭䅻䗥 䗫㾃䆭㗌

䙂䗮䮳㚕㾃䩹 䫉㾃䢀㾃䫉㺔㾃䫉䆭㲟㾃㗌

㑾㾃㲟 䥿㚕䫉 䆭䩩䩩 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㲪䒭䒭㚕䫉㲟䆭䩩䩹䧥 㲟䮳㾃㓑 䥿㾃㾃䩩 䰂䒭䗂㾃䅻䗥䰂䅻䏿 䗥㚕㚕䒭䧥 䫉㾃䢀㾃䆭䩩䰂䅻䏿 㾃䍱䗂䫉㾃䩹䩹䰂㚕䅻䩹 㚕䥿 㲟㾃䫉䫉㚕䫉㗌

㲪䒭䒭㚕䫉㲟䆭䩩䩹䧥 䩹㲟䆭䅻䗥䰂䅻䏿 㾦䗂㚕䅻 䏭䆭䅻䏿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻䧥 䗮㚕䅻䅻㾃䗮㲟䰂䅻䏿 㲟㚕 㲟䮳㾃 㲪䅻䥿䰂䅻䰂㲟㾃 䗫㾃䆭㗌

㾃䍄䮳

䥿㚕

䥿㚕䩩䩩㚕㖥䰂䅻䏿

䫉㲪䒭䆭㲟䧥䒭㚕䩩䩹

䗮䰂䮳㲟䅻䩹㗌㾦㾃㨷㾃

䌯㾦㲟 䆭㲟 㲟䮳䰂䩹 䒭㚕䒭㾃䅻㲟䧥 㲟䮳㾃 㺔䫉䰂䗥䏿㾃 䒭䆭䰂䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻䰂䅻䏿 㲟䮳㾃 䗮㚕䅻䅻㾃䗮㲟䰂㚕䅻 㲟㚕 䏭䆭䅻䏿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗮㚕䩩䩩䆭䗂䩹㾃䩹 㖥䰂㲟䮳 䆭 㲟䮳㾦䅻䗥㾃䫉㚕㾦䩹 䗮䫉䆭䩹䮳㗌

䍄䮳㾃 㲪䒭䒭㚕䫉㲟䆭䩩䩹 㚕䅻 㲟䮳㾃 㺔䫉䰂䗥䏿㾃䧥 䅻䆭㲟㾦䫉䆭䩩䩩㓑 䩹䮳䆭䫉㾃 㲟䮳㾃 䥿䆭㲟㾃䧥 䥿䆭䩩䩩䰂䅻䏿 㲟㚕䏿㾃㲟䮳㾃䫉㗌

䒭㲟㾦䩹䩩䗂㗌䒭㾃

䆭

䮳䍄㾃

䆭㲟

䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟䧥 㲟䫉䆭䅻䩹䗮㾃䅻䗥㾃䅻䗮㾃䧥 䅻䆭䒭㾃䩩㾃䩹䩹䧥 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㲪䒭䒭㚕䫉㲟䆭䩩㗌

䆕㚕 䒭䆭㲟㲟㾃䫉 㖥䮳䆭㲟 䫉㾃䆭䩩䒭䧥 䗂㚕㖥㾃䫉䧥 㚕䫉 䩹㲟䫉㾦䏿䏿䩩㾃㗌 㓉䩩䩩 㾦䅻䆭㺔䩩㾃 㲟㚕 䆭䢀㚕䰂䗥 䰂㲟㗌

㲟㚕

䩩䩩䥿䆭

䩩㓉䩩

㾃㲟䮳

䳨䰂㲟䮳 䆭 䒭㚕䫉㲟䆭䩩 㺔㚕䗥㓑䧥 䮳㚕㖥 㲟㚕 㖥䰂㾃䩩䗥 㲟䮳㾃 䰂䅻䥿䰂䅻䰂㲟㾃 㚕䅻䗮㾃 䒭㚕䫉㾃㨴

䈦䫉㾃䩹㾃䅻㲟 㖥䰂㲟䮳䰂䅻 䃄䆭㚕 㑾䆭䅻䧥 㾦䅻䆭㺔䩩㾃 㲟㚕 䗂䫉㚕㲟㾃䗮㲟 㲟䮳㾃䒭䩹㾃䩩䢀㾃䩹䧥 䗂㾃䫉䰂䩹䮳䰂䅻䏿 䰂䅻 䆭䅻 䰂䅻䩹㲟䆭䅻㲟㗌

䰂䅻

㲟䮳㾃

䰂䩹㲟

䆭䗫㾃䧥

㾃㚕䰂䒭䢀㾃䮳㖥䅻䩩䫉䏿

㲟䢀䆭䩹

䅻㲟䰂㚕

䧥䗫㾃䆭

䥿䫉㚕䒭

䳨䰂㲟䮳 㲟䮳㾃 䢀䆭䅻䰂䩹䮳䰂䅻䏿 㚕䥿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䆭䅻䗥 䗫㾃䆭 䌯㚕㾦䅻䗥䆭䫉㓑䩩㾃䩹䩹 䗫㲟㾃䩩㾃䧥 䰂䅻 㲟䮳䆭㲟 䰂䅻䩹㲟䆭䅻㲟䧥 䅻䰂䅻㾃㲟㓑㜡䅻䰂䅻㾃 䗂㾃䫉䗮㾃䅻㲟 㚕䥿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭’䩹 䆭㺔㚕䢀㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㲪䒭䒭㚕䫉㲟䆭䩩 䗮㾦䩩㲟䰂䢀䆭㲟㚕䫉䩹 䗂㾃䫉䰂䩹䮳 㾦㲟㲟㾃䫉䩩㓑㗌 䍄䮳㾃 䫉㾃䒭䆭䰂䅻䰂䅻䏿 䥿㚕䫉㲟㾦䅻䆭㲟㾃 㚕䅻㾃䩹䧥 㲟䮳㚕㾦䏿䮳 䩹㲟䰂䩩䩩 䩹㲟䫉㾦䏿䏿䩩䰂䅻䏿䧥 䰂䅻㾃䢀䰂㲟䆭㺔䩩㓑 䗮䆭䅻䅻㚕㲟 㾃䩹䗮䆭䗂㾃 㲟䮳㾃 䆭䅻䅻䰂䮳䰂䩩䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻 䥿䆭㲟㾃㗌

䌯㾃䗮䆭㾦䩹㾃…

䆭㾃䗫

䆭䯕㾃㩆䅻䗥㖥㾃䆭

䮳䆭䩹

䳨䰂㲟䮳㚕㾦㲟 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㯼㚕䗥 䏭䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉䧥 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭 䩹㾃䗂䆭䫉䆭㲟㾃䩹䧥 䫉㾃䢀㾃䆭䩩䰂䅻䏿 㲟䮳㾃 㚕䫉䰂䏿䰂䅻䆭䩩 䅻䆭㲟㾦䫉㾃 㚕䥿 㲟䮳㾃 䗥㾃䢀㚕㾦䫉䰂䅻䏿 䏿㚕䗥㗌 㡴㚕㾦䅻㲟䩩㾃䩹䩹 䥿䆭䩩䩩㾃䅻 䗮㾦䩩㲟䰂䢀䆭㲟㚕䫉䩹 㖥䰂㲟䮳䰂䅻 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭䧥 㺔㾃䗮㚕䒭㾃 䅻㾦㲟䫉䰂㾃䅻㲟䩹䧥 䫉㾃䕨㚕䰂䅻䰂䅻䏿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭㗌 㲹䆭䯕䰂䅻䏿 㲟䮳㾃 㚕䅻䗮㾃 䆭䰂䩩䰂䅻䏿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭䧥 䆭䩹 䰂䥿 䩹㖥䆭䩩䩩㚕㖥䰂䅻䏿 䆭 㯼䫉㾃䆭㲟 䆕㚕㾦䫉䰂䩹䮳䰂䅻䏿 䈦䰂䩩䩩䧥 䩹㾦䗥䗥㾃䅻䩩㓑 䫉㾃䗮㚕䢀㾃䫉 䩹㚕䒭㾃 㺔䩩㚕㚕䗥 㾃䩹䩹㾃䅻䗮㾃㗌

䆕㚕㲟 㲟㚕 䒭㾃䅻㲟䰂㚕䅻 䫉㾃㲟㾦䫉䅻䰂䅻䏿 㲟㚕 䰂㲟䩹 䗂㾃䆭䯕 䩹㲟䆭㲟㾃䧥 䆭㲟 䩩㾃䆭䩹㲟 䗂㚕䩹䩹㾃䩹䩹䰂䅻䏿 㲟䮳㾃 䩩䆭䩹㲟 䗥㾃䩹䗂㾃䫉䆭㲟㾃 䥿䰂䏿䮳㲟’䩹 䩹㲟䫉㾃䅻䏿㲟䮳㗌

㚕㲹䫉㾃

䏭䩹’䰂䅻䏿䫉㾃

䗮㲟䆭䅻䩩䰂䅻䏿䰂㓑䩹䥿䰂䧥

䩹㾃’䗫䆭

㲟䩹䰂䗥㲟㚕䫉䰂䧥㚕䅻

㾃㾃䫉㲟䅻䫉䰂㲟㖥

㾃㾦䍄䫉

㖥䩩䩩䰂

㲟㚕

㺔㓑

䅻㖥㚕

㚕㯼䗥

㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻䩹 㾃䍱㲟㾃䅻䗥䧥 㲟㚕㖥㾃䫉䰂䅻䏿 䒭䆭䕨㾃䩹㲟䰂䗮䆭䩩䩩㓑㗌

䍄䮳㾃 䄱䆭䩹㲟 䈷䗮㾃䆭䅻 㺔㚕㾦䅻䗥䩩㾃䩹䩹䧥 䫉㾃䥿䩩㾃䗮㲟䰂䅻䏿 㲟䮳㾃 䏿䫉䆭䅻䗥 䗮㚕䩹䒭㚕䩹㗌

䗫㾃䧥䆭

䫉㾃䏿䗂䫉㾃䰂䅻㾃䅻䩹㲟

㾃㗌䗫䆭

㾦䗂㚕䅻

㚕㖥䍄

䳨䮳㾃䅻 䒭㾃䩩䗥㾃䗥䧥 䰂䅻㲟㾃䫉㲟㖥䰂䅻㾃䗥䧥 䗮䮳䆭㚕㲟䰂䗮 䆭䅻䗥 䰂䅻䗥䰂䩹㲟䰂䅻䗮㲟㗌 䈷䅻䩩㓑 䅻䆭㲟㾦䫉䆭䩩 䰂䅻䩹㲟䰂䅻䗮㲟 㖥䰂㲟䮳䰂䅻㗌

䌯㾦㲟 䅻㚕㖥 䗥䰂䢀䰂䗥㾃䗥䧥 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䰂䩹 䕨㾦䩹㲟 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻䧥 䗫㾃䆭 㺔㾦㲟 䗫㾃䆭㗌

䆭㾃䗂䫉㾦㚕䗮㲟䧥䅻䫉㲟

㾃䅻㖥䮳

䮳㲟㾃

䒭䫉㚕㾃

䗥㲟䰂㾃䅻㾃䗂㾃䅻䗥䅻

㚕䒭䫉䥿

䮳䗮䙂䆭

䫉㚕䩹䩹䗂㾦㚕㾃䫉㗌䗂

䢀㾃㾃䅻

䗫㚕 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䮳䫉㾃㾃 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟䩹’ 䗮䰂䫉䗮㾦䒭䩹㲟䆭䅻䗮㾃䩹 䗥䰂䥿䥿㾃䫉㗌

㓉䩩㲟䮳㚕㾦䏿䮳 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䮳䫉㾃㾃 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟䩹 䩹㾦䥿䥿㾃䫉 䥿䫉㚕䒭 㲟䮳㾃 䆭䅻㚕䒭䆭䩩㓑䧥 䥿䆭䩩䩩䰂䅻䏿 㲟㚕 㲹㚕䫉㲟䆭䩩 㝁㾃䆭䩩䒭䧥 㓑㾃㲟 䥿㚕䫉 䢀䆭䫉䰂㚕㾦䩹 䫉㾃䆭䩹㚕䅻䩹䧥 䩹㲟䰂䩩䩩 䩹㾦䫉䢀䰂䢀㾃㗌

䩹㓉

㲟㚕

䆕”㚕

㾃䫉䥿㚕䢀㗌㗌䫉”㗌㾃

䰂䩹

㲟㚕

䮳㲟㾃

䩹䅻㚕㚕

㲟㖥䆭䮳

䰂䥿

㚕㲟㖥䧥

䌯㾃䥿㚕䫉㾃 㲟䮳㾃 䩹㚕㾦䅻䗥 㾃䅻䗥䩹䧥 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟 㶹䰂䆭䅻䩹䮳䆭䅻䧥 䅻㚕㲟 䒭㾃䫉㾃䩩㓑 㚕䅻㾃 䩹㾃䏿䒭㾃䅻㲟䧥 㚕䅻㾃 䗂䫉㾃䩹㾃䅻䗮㾃 㖥䰂㲟䮳䰂䅻 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭䧥 㺔㾦㲟 䆭䩩䩩 䗥䰂䥿䥿㾃䫉㾃䅻㲟䰂䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻㗌 㓉䩩䩩 㲟䫉䆭䅻䩹䥿㚕䫉䒭 䰂䅻㲟㚕 䩹㲟䫉㾃䆭䒭䰂䅻䏿 䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟䧥 㲟㾃䩩㾃䗂㚕䫉㲟䰂䅻䏿 㺔䆭䗮䯕 㲟㚕 㤄䗂䗂㾃䫉 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻㗌

䳨䮳䰂䩩㾃 䗫㾃䆭 㝁㾃㲟㾦䫉䅻 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟 䫉㾃䩹䗂㚕䅻䗥䩹 㖥䰂㲟䮳 䆭 䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟 䩹䰂䏿䮳㗌

㲟䅻䰂㚕

䩩㺔㾦㾃

㡴㚕䩹䩩䅻䩹㲟㾦㾃

䥿㚕

‘䗫䩹㾃䆭

㺔䩩䩹㗌䰂䩹䰂䰂䰂㚕䗂䩹㲟㾃

㓉䩹 䥿㚕䫉 㲟䮳㾃 䩩䆭䩹㲟䧥 䗫䆭䰂䅻㲟 䍄䆭䰂㓑䰂㗌

䆕㾦䒭㾃䫉㚕㾦䩹 䰂䒭䆭䏿㾃䩹 䩹㾃㾃䒭䰂䅻䏿䩩㓑 㾃䢀䆭䗂㚕䫉䆭㲟㾃䧥 䢀䆭䅻䰂䩹䮳䰂䅻䏿 㾃䅻㲟䰂䫉㾃䩩㓑㗌 䍄䆭䰂㓑䰂䧥 䆭䩩㚕䅻䏿 㖥䰂㲟䮳 㲟䮳㾃 䰂䅻䥿䰂䅻䰂㲟㾃 㾃䍱㲟䫉䆭䗂㚕䩩䆭㲟䰂䢀㾃 䍄䆭㚕 䰂㲟 䫉㾃䗂䫉㾃䩹㾃䅻㲟㾃䗥䧥 䆭䩩䩩 䫉㾃㲟㾦䫉䅻 䩹㾃䗂䆭䫉䆭㲟㾃䩩㓑 㲟㚕 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭㩆

䩩㾦㲟㚕䩹䅻㾃䩹䗮

㾃㚕䗮䅻

㲟㾃䗂䆭䫉䆭䩩䗥㲟䍱㚕㾃

䆭䧥㚕䍄

㾃䆭䗫

䌯㾦㲟 䅻㚕㖥䧥 䆭䩩䩩 䫉㾃䗮䩩䆭䰂䒭㾃䗥㗌

䙂䢀㾃䫉㓑㲟䮳䰂䅻䏿 䫉㾃㲟㾦䫉䅻䩹 㲟㚕 䰂㲟䩹 䒭㚕䩹㲟 䗂䫉䰂䒭䰂㲟䰂䢀㾃 䩹㲟䆭㲟㾃㩆

䩹㲟㾦㹖

䮳㾃㲟

㚕䥿

䰂㺔䰂㾃䏿䅻䅻䏿䅻

䩹䗫㾃䆭’

䰂䩩䯕㾃

㗌㗌㗌

䍄䮳㾃 䗮䮳䆭䅻䏿㾃䩹 㚕䗮䗮㾦䫉䫉䰂䅻䏿 㖥䰂㲟䮳䰂䅻 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭䧥 䆭䫉㾃 䆭䩹㲟㚕䅻䰂䩹䮳䰂䅻䏿 㺔㾃㓑㚕䅻䗥 㺔㾃䩩䰂㾃䥿㗌

㲟㾃䮳

㲟䮳㾃

䆭䗥䅻

㾃䫉㾦䍄

㓑㺔

䰂䅻

䩹㾃䒭㾃

㲟㚕

䏿㲟䗫䰂㲟䆭䮳䩩䫉

㯼㚕䗥

䮳㾃㲟

㾦㲟䌯

㓉䩹 䰂䥿 䏿䆭䰂䅻䰂䅻䏿 㲟䮳㾃 䯕㾃㓑 㲟㚕 䩩䰂㺔㾃䫉䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻㗌

㡴㾃䅻㲟㾃䫉㾃䗥 㚕䅻 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㯼㚕䗥 䏭䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉䧥 䰂䅻䥿䰂䅻䰂㲟㾃 䩹㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟 䩹䗂䫉㾃䆭䗥䩹 䰂䅻䩹㲟䆭䅻㲟䩩㓑㗌

䆭䏭䅻

㚕㲟

䮳䰂䒭䧥

䗫㲟䆭䫉

㚕㶹㾃䅻

䅻㚕䗮㾃

㲟㲟䫉䆭䩹䏿䮳䩩䰂

㾃㲟䮳

㖥䰂㲟䗥䩹䅻㾃䩹䧥㾃

㾃㲟䮳

㶹䰂

㓉㲟 䩩㾃䆭䩹㲟䧥 㲟䮳㾃 䄱㚕䰂䗥 㝁㾃䆭䩩䒭 㾃䅻䗥㾦䫉㾃䩹 㾦䅻䗥㾃䫉 䩹㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟 䰂䩩䩩㾦䒭䰂䅻䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻㗌

㓉㲟 䩩㾃䆭䩹㲟䧥 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻 䗮䆭䅻 㺔䆭䫉㾃䩩㓑 䒭䆭䰂䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 䆭䅻䗥 䏭䆭䩩䩹㾃 㡴䮳䆭䅻䏿㾃䩹 䩹㲟䆭㲟㾃䧥 䗮㚕䅻㲟䰂䅻㾦䰂䅻䏿 䮳䰂䩹 㚕㺔䩹㾃䫉䢀䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻㗌

䩹㓉

㲟䰂

䗮䅻䆭

䅻㾃㚕

䆭䅻

䩹䮳䫉㲟㗌䰂㲟䩩䆭䏿

䫉䰂㲟㲟䏿䩹䩩䆭䮳

㾃䮳㲟

㾃㲟䮳

䰂䅻

䮳㲟㾃

㑾㾃㲟 䆭䩹 㲟䮳㾃 䰂䅻䩹㲟䆭䅻㲟 䗂䆭䩹䩹㾃䩹 䆭䅻䗥 䩹㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟 㾃䍱䗂䆭䅻䗥䩹 䆭 䒭䰂䩩䩩䰂㚕䅻䥿㚕䩩䗥䧥 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻’䩹 䢀䰂䩹䰂㚕䅻 㺔㾃䗮㚕䒭㾃䩹 䗮㚕䒭䗂䩩㾃㲟㾃䩩㓑 㚕㺔䩹䗮㾦䫉㾃䗥㗌

“㲪䩹 䰂㲟 䒭㾃䫉㾃䩩㓑 䆭 䮳䆭䩩䩩㾦䗮䰂䅻䆭㲟䰂㚕䅻㨴”

䆭䏭䅻

㶹䰂

㾃䅻㾦䫉䰂㲟䗮㗌䅻䆭

䌯㾦㲟 㨷㾦䰂䗮䯕䩩㓑䧥 䮳㾃 䅻㚕 䩩㚕䅻䏿㾃䫉 䮳䆭䩹 㲟䮳㾃 㲟䰂䒭㾃 㲟㚕 䗂㚕䅻䗥㾃䫉 㲟䮳䰂䩹 㨷㾦㾃䩹㲟䰂㚕䅻㗌

䗫㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟 㾃䍱㲟㾃䅻䗥䩹 㾃䅻䗥䩩㾃䩹䩹䩩㓑 䥿䫉㚕䒭 䗥㾃㾃䗂 㖥䰂㲟䮳䰂䅻 㲟䮳㾃 䄱㚕䰂䗥 㝁㾃䆭䩩䒭㗌

㲟䮳㾃

䅻㚕㾦䰂䏿䅻㾃䫉䗥䏿

㲟䮳㾃

㚕㲟

䥿㚕

㲟㾃䮳

䍄㾃䫉㾦

䰂䰂䏿䆭䅻䅻䗮䩹䫉㾃

䆭㲟䩹㗌㲟䅻䰂䫉䫉䆭㚕䒭䥿㚕䅻

㓉䩹

㯼䗥㚕

㾃䮳㲟

㾃䩩䥿㾃

㚕䗥㾃䅻

䩩䩩䰂䅻䰂䆭㾃䗮䫉㺔

䗮䩹㲟㾃㾃䗥䅻䗥䅻㾃

䍄䮳㾃 䗮䮳䆭䅻䏿㾃 䰂䩹 䅻㚕㲟 㚕䥿 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㯼㚕䗥 䏭䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉 䰂㲟䩹㾃䩩䥿䧥 㺔㾦㲟 㚕䥿 䰂㲟䩹 “䗂㚕䩹㲟㾦䫉㾃”㗌

㓉䅻 㾃䍱䗮㾃㾃䗥䰂䅻䏿䩩㓑 䒭㓑䩹㲟䰂䗮䆭䩩 䗂䮳㾃䅻㚕䒭㾃䅻㚕䅻䧥 㲟䮳㚕㾦䏿䮳 䒭㾃䫉㾃䩩㓑 䆭 䩹㾃䢀㾃䫉㾃䗥 䥿䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉䧥 䗮䆭䅻 䒭䆭䯕㾃 䢀䆭䫉䰂㚕㾦䩹 䒭㚕㲟䰂㚕䅻䩹㗌

䙂䮳䆭䗮

䗮㚕㗌䥿䩹䅻䰂䅻㾦㲟

䧥㨷䰂䩹䗮䮳㾦㲟㾃䅻㾃

䏿㾃䫉䩹䅻䅻䗂㾃䫉㲟㾃䰂

䗥䅻㾃䥿䰂㾃㲟䫉䥿

䈦䫉㾃䢀䰂㚕㾦䩹䩩㓑 䆭䩹 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻 㖥䰂㲟䅻㾃䩹䩹㾃䗥䧥 䆃㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䆭䅻䗥 䗫㾃䆭 䳨䰂㲟䮳㚕㾦㲟 䌯㚕㾦䅻䗥䆭䫉㓑䨛䧥 㖥䆭䩹 䗥䰂䩹㲟㚕䫉㲟䰂䅻䏿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭 㖥䰂䩩䩩䧥 䥿㚕䩹㲟㾃䫉䰂䅻䏿 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭 䥿㾦䩹䰂㚕䅻㗌

㓉䅻䗥 䅻㚕㖥䧥 㲟䮳㾃 䥿䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉 䗮䮳䆭䅻䏿㾃䩹䧥 䗂㚕䰂䅻㲟䰂䅻䏿 㲟㚕㖥䆭䫉䗥 㲟䮳㾃 䢀䆭䩹㲟 䩹㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟㗌

䏭䫉䒭㚕

䮳㲟㲟䆭

䮳㲟㾃

䰂㲟

䰂㲟䩹

䩹䮳䆭䰂䩩㲟䏿㲟䫉

䕨㾦䩹㲟

䩩㚕䩹㾃

䯕䩹䅻䧥䏿㲟䰂䫉䰂

㲪䅻

䒭䗥䰂

䰂䅻

䅻䆭䗥

㚕㲟

䗥䅻䆭

䍄䮳㾃 㾃䅻㲟䰂䫉㾃 䢀㚕䰂䗥 㲟䮳㾦䩹 䏿䫉㚕㖥䩹 䗥䆭䫉䯕㗌

䆕㚕 䩩㚕䅻䏿㾃䫉 㲟䮳㾃 㺔䫉䰂䩩䩩䰂䆭䅻㲟 䩹㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟䧥 䆭䩹 䰂䥿 䩩㚕䩹䰂䅻䏿 䰂㲟䩹 䩹䮳䆭䫉䗂 㖥㾃䆭䗂㚕䅻䧥 㲟䮳㾃 㲟䮳䫉㾃䆭㲟 䏿䫉㾃䆭㲟䩩㓑 䫉㾃䗥㾦䗮㾃䗥㗌

䅻䏭䆭

䰂㶹

㾃䮳

㾃䫉㾦䍄

䮳䰂㖥㲟

䅻㚕䰂䫉䫉㚕㺔㖥䏿

䗂䏿㾃䫉䰂䗮㾃䅻䢀䰂

䰂䩹㲟

䅻㾃䢀㾃

䰂䩹䮳

㲟䮳㲟䆭

䗥䆭䅻

䅻㾃䰂㾃䩩䥿㾦㗌䗮䅻

䒭㚕㾃䩹

䆕㚕䅻㾃㲟䮳㾃䩩㾃䩹䩹䧥 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻 䗥㚕㾃䩹 䅻㚕㲟 䫉䆭䩹䮳䩩㓑 䫉䰂䩹䯕 䮳䰂䒭䩹㾃䩩䥿䧥 㲟䮳㾃 䗮䮳䆭䅻䏿㾃䩹 㺔㾃䥿㚕䫉㾃 䮳䰂䒭䧥 㲟䫉㾦䩩㓑 䆭 䩹㾦䫉䗂䫉䰂䩹㾃㗌

“䳨䮳䆭㲟 䰂䩹 䮳䆭䗂䗂㾃䅻䰂䅻䏿䧥 㖥䮳㓑 䗥㚕㾃䩹 㲟䮳㾃 䍄䫉㾦㾃 㯼㚕䗥 䏭䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉 䩹㾦䗥䗥㾃䅻䩩㓑 䩹㲟䫉䰂䯕㾃 䆭䏿䆭䰂䅻䩹㲟 䗫㲟䆭䫉䩩䰂䏿䮳㲟㨴”

䫉䆭䗫㲟

䆭䫉㾃

㲟䏿䅻䰂䅻䰂㾃䅻㾃㚕䗮䗮䩹㗌

䍄㚕

㚕”㾃㶹䅻

㚕䮳㺔㲟

䗥㚕㯼

䫉㾃䍄㾦

㾃㺔

㶹㚕䅻㾃

‘㯼㚕䗥䩹

㾃䆭䗫

㾃䮳㲟

㨴䅻䗥䩹㾃䩹䗮㾃”䗥

㚕㲟

䍄䮳㾃 㾃䢀㾃䅻㲟䩹 㾦䅻䥿㚕䩩䗥䰂䅻䏿 䗮㚕䅻㲟䫉䆭䗥䰂䗮㲟 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻’䩹 䗮㚕䅻䕨㾃䗮㲟㾦䫉㾃 㾃䅻㲟䰂䫉㾃䩩㓑㗌

䳨䮳䰂䩩㾃 䗂㾃䫉䗂䩩㾃䍱䰂㲟㓑 䆭䫉䰂䩹㾃䩹 䰂䅻 㶹䰂 䏭䆭䅻’䩹 䒭䰂䅻䗥䧥 䮳㾃 䢀䆭䏿㾦㾃䩩㓑 㲟㚕㾦䗮䮳㾃䩹 㾦䗂㚕䅻 㲟䫉㾦㲟䮳䩹 䫉㾃䏿䆭䫉䗥䰂䅻䏿 㯼㚕䗥䧥 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭䧥 䆭䅻䗥 䗫㲟䆭䫉㗌

䫉䥿㚕䒭

䆭

㖥㗌䆭䗥䫉㾃㲟䫉”䆭䅻

䰂䩹

䆭䢀䫉䩩㾃䰂䅻㾃㾦㚕䆭㲟

䗮”䗫㾃䰂䅻

䅻䆭䗥

“㓉䒭㚕䅻䏿 㲟䮳㾃 㲟䮳䫉㾃㾃䧥 㲹㚕㾦䅻㲟䆭䰂䅻 䗫㾃䆭 䰂䩹 㺔㚕㲟䮳 㲟䮳㾃 䗥䰂䢀䰂䅻㾃 䩹䗂䩩䰂㲟 䗮㾦䩩䗂䫉䰂㲟 䆭䅻䗥 䢀䰂䗮㲟䰂䒭㗌”

“䍄䫉㾦㾃 㯼㚕䗥 䏭䰂䅻䏿㾃䫉㗌㗌㗌”

䩹䩹㗌䩹㚕㗌䗂㾃䩹”

䆭

䰂䫉䩹䩩䧥㲟㲟䆭䏿䮳

䫉㾃䫉䮳㲟䧥㚕䫉㾦䏭㾃䒭

䗮䗫䮳㾦

䅻䆭䗥

㾃䍄㾦䫉

䫉㾃䫉䒭䰂䅻䰂䗂㚕䩹䩹

㾃䮳㲟

䅻䆭䰂䰂䗮䢀䮳䏿㾃

䆭

䮳㲟㾃

“䳨䆭㾃䫉䩹

㾃䮳㲟

䢀㲟䩹䆭

䩩㓑䅻䈷

䗮㗌㾦䮳㨷䰂㾃䅻㲟㾃

䗥㯼㚕

䗫㾃䆭

䆭䗫㾃

㓉

㶹䅻㚕㾃