Capítulo 1197: Chapter 129: Second Bloom, Ultimately Unable to Escape

“Strange, strange, the Split Mouth Woman has killed countless people. No matter how you answer her question, you’re bound to get a cut from her scissors. So violent and cruel, yet her emotion prefix is actually ‘Love’?”

“The world is truly bizarre and puzzling.”

During the lightning-fast rush, Xu Shu silently mused, slightly puzzled.

He initially thought that her title should be something like ‘Yin God·Anger’, but was totally surprised by the seemingly unrelated word ‘Love’ instead.

Actually, since learning that the secret realm targets were those two familiar faces, Xu Shu had been planning to absorb them.

The reason was none other than the countermeasure to the Split Mouth Woman’s [Question-and-Answer Game], which required close contact, thereby meeting the condition for the small jade Buddha to absorb people without injury.

It’s important to know that the Evil Spirits within the Narrow Sleeve Guanyin, except for the Corpse Dog, were all absorbed by Xu Shu himself, and this theory had been thoroughly confirmed by Wu Jie.

As long as a relationship is established, one can be absorbed, and since establishing a relationship is necessary to counter the Split Mouth Woman, how could he miss such a heaven-sent opportunity?

Therefore, when Xu Shu used the Tai Chu Scroll to determine that the opponent indeed had an emotional suffix, he promptly carried out his plan to the end.

In the end, he withstood a round of “Five Thunders Bombing”, kept the Split Mouth Woman alive, and successfully seized the opportunity to have the Narrow Sleeve Guanyin include her in the harem.

Though it cost him a resurrection chance, the reward made it all worthwhile.

The only downside was that Lu Bingwei barged in too quickly.

Xu Shu had just died, subtracted a life, and entered [Transcendental Mode], preparing to leisurely explore what this small secret realm was about.

But then turned his head, only to see Lu Bingwei anxiously break through the remaining barrier, rushing in to check the situation.

This left Xu Shu quite annoyed.

What’s the hurry, are you the king of Gigi?

Sometimes, having a teammate who’s too assertive isn’t a good thing!

Hmm, and her power was beyond his expectations, that lightning move just now seemed to be reaching the Demigod level in destructive power…

Does she have an exotic treasure? A one-time attack maybe?

Xu Shu pondered, watching as Lu Bingwei approached his “death point” nearby, to avoid being found out that he could die and revive, he reluctantly ended the Transcendental Mode, quickly returned to his position, and played along to gloss over the events.

Originally, he thought about pulling out three purple crystals from Shinkai Haoye and pretending they were items dropped after the Split Mouth Woman’s death.

After all, secretly hogging the loot when the team farmed together didn’t seem right.

But because Lu Bingwei came too quickly, Xu Shu had just “returned to his body” and had no time to take the items out of the storage bag and throw them on the ground.

Seeing this, Xu Shu simply went with it, making up excuses, and lied to her that the Split Mouth Woman got away.

He thought surely his explanation wouldn’t hold, and suspicion would arise, right? Xu Shu prepared to toss the crystals elsewhere during the search later and put on an act.

After all, before they entered, it was agreed that the crystals from the two Ghost Kings would go to him, and they just needed the bowl from Knot’s hands.

To his surprise, she believed him directly and hurried off to support the fight on another side!

With things this way, Xu Shu was in no mood to waste more words.

But then, two things puzzled him.

Firstly, the power of that Palm Thunder from Lu Bingwei was so great that, despite his strong body and activating the Yang God technique “Farewell with A Heavy Heart,” he was blasted to bits in a second, proving that move was unquestionably unavoidable.

Yet strangely, his clothes were unharmed.

Xu Shu had expected to explain why he suddenly appeared in new clothes upon revival.

The second puzzling thing was…

“Why does each have a small orb of light inside them, hovering over their heads, looking so pointy?”

Xu Shu couldn’t help but glance at Gu Yue Ming’s back, murmuring softly.

Acting in such a short time in Transcendental Mode, he naturally focused his main attention on the battlefield on the other side.

He saw Yan Huoxing, Ali, and others handling countless Ghost Soldiers and Fujiang clones, effortlessly slicing through as if cutting vegetables; saw, to the north of the temple, a disheveled female little devil locked in a dry well alongside the true form of Fujiang.

Moreover, in the Main Hall, he saw an old bald friend—Knot, frail as ever, kneeling in front of a Buddha statue, holding a golden bowl and gently hitting a wooden fish.

With just a blink, Xu Shu identified where their key adversaries’ true forms were in this secret realm.

Under real sight, all secrets exposed without any place to hide, revealing entirely.

This is the extreme confidence that [Transcendental Mode] gave Xu Shu.

Within the ruins, he knows he’s pretty much invincible!

It’s worth mentioning that the state of “Knot” differed notably from what he remembered.

His body showed clear mutations, with gills forming on his cheeks, a fish tail growing behind, and octopus tentacles wriggling on his chin; he appeared to be undergoing a certain degree of merfolk transformation!

Xu Shu suspected whether Knot might turn into a “mermaid,” perhaps he could find out later.

Besides this, in a hurried glance, he noticed that small orb of light inside everyone.

What this little light orb was, Xu Shu had no idea, as Gu Yue Ming and Lu Bingwei each possessed one, looking quite similar.

㔤㨋䰁㳎㧉䅘

櫓

㷵䎦㤨

㤨䔏㯡㧉䅘䋺

㳎㧉䊴

擄

䜝䅘䔏䞚

盧

䰭䝁䅘㳎㤨䋺䊴”

䶕㔤

擄

㧉䔄㯊䔄㤨䝁㧉䜝㔤

蘆

㧉䘌

魯

䝁䎦㤨䔏

䢩㧉䩁㯡䝁䎾㯊䜝䞚䅘

䔄㔤䜝

㔤䜝䔄

䭍䝁䅘䋺

䔄䋺㔤㧉㧉䅘

㯡䔄㔤㷵䝁䜝

㧉䋺㔤䭍䎾䘪㧉䭍

㤨䔏䅘

盧

㯡䅘䋺䛼䰭䋺䅘䔏

㔤㝳㞝䝁㧉䘪㷵

䅘䰭㤨䝁㨋䜝䔄㳎䅘㧉㳎䀷

㳎㔛㳎䅘㔤”䜝

㤨㧉䔏㯡䅘

㷵䅘㯡䛼䰭㯡

㯡䅘䔏䋺䰭䋺䅘㯊

䔏㯡䅘㤨䅘

㯡䜝䅘

老

䘌㔤䜝

㳎䎦㨋䜝䩁

䕬䝁㧉䜝

㯡䜝䅘

㳎㧉䘪䔏㤨

㳎㧉㤨䔏䘪

䜝㳎㯡㯡䅘䘪

䜝㔤䔄

䰭䋺䝁㤨䋺

爐

蘆

㝳䝁䎾䅘䞚䅘㯡㯊 䎾㧉㤨䔏㧉㔤 㶥䔏䜝㔤䘪 䉭㷵㔤㳅䔏㧉㯊 䶕 䔄㧉䔄㔤’㤨 䋺䅘䅘 㤨䔏䅘 䰭䝁㧉㔤㤨䅘䔄 㳎㧉䘪䔏㤨 䋺䰭䔏䅘㯡䅘䛼

䆃䔏䇃 㧉䋺 㤨䔏䜝㤨㣶

䋺䜝㳎䅘䭍

㳎䮢䝁䔄㷵

㯡䰭䅘㯊䋺䅘䔏

㤨㧉

䔏䎾䅘㳎㧉

䜝䔏䅘䞚

䝁㣶㔤㤨

㳎䘪㧉䔏㤨

㳎䇃䝁㔤

䅘䎦

䅘㳎䅘䭍䜝䋺䊞

䝁䔄

䔏㤨䋺㧉

䜝㤨䔏㤨

䚾䝁 䎾䜝䇃㯊 䘌䜝㔤 㝳㷵䝁㞝㧉㔤䘪 㧉䋺 䭍䜝㳎䅘䛼

㚓䔏䅘㔤 䎾䔏䜝㤨 䜝㯡䅘 㤨䔏䝁䋺䅘 䎦㳎䜝䩁㨋 䋺䰭䝁㤨䋺㣶

䭵㷵

䎦䅘

䜝㔤䔄

䭍䇃䝁䔄㯡㳎䎦㧉

㳎䔏䜝䇃䔄㧉䔄䀷䅘䭍㔤㤨䅘䔏

㤨㧉

㯡䜝㳎䅘㤨㤨

㷵䘌䅘

㔤㷵䋺䘪䘪䘪㧉䅘䋺㤨

䜝䔏㤨㤨

䭍䊞䅘䝁㯡㯡

䘪㧉㿜㧉㔤㯊䎾䅘

䔏㤨䜝㔤

㷵䑔

㧉䎦㔤䘪䅘

䊴㧉㳎

䜝㔤䔄

㧉䎾㤨䔏

䅘䔏㤨

䘪㧉䢩㔤

㯡䰭㯡㷵䝁䩁㤨㣶

䮢䝁㳎䔄㷵

䅘䎦䘪㔤㧉

䋺㧉

䅘䔏㤨

㯡㯡㷵䰭䅘

㚓䔏㧉䋺䛼䛼䛼

䮢䝁㷵㳎䔄 㧉㤨 㯡䅘䜝㳎㳎䇃 䎦䅘㣶

㯡㯡㤨䔏㿜䅘䝁

䝁䛼㔤䰭㯡䋺䅘

㤨䔏㔤䜝

䅘䭍䝁㯡

㧉䅘㳎㨋

㧉䋺

䅘㯊䋺㤨䚾

㷵㞝㝳㔤㧉䝁䘪

䔏㚓䅘

㔤䘌䜝

䔄䝁㛚

㯡䋺䜝䋺䑔

㯡䝁㤨䜝䰭䅘䋺䅘

䅘㯡䭍㧉䔄䭍䜝

䔏䝁䎾

㨋䭵䝁䝁

䔏㤨䅘

㳎”㔛䅘䜝㔤㳎

䜝

䅘䝁䰭䰭㯡㯡

䔏䅘

㯡䊞㯡䅘䝁䭍

䊴䰭”䋺㳎䅘䝁㤨

䊞䝁

䔏㤨䅘

䶕

㔤䔄䜝

䝁䋺䔄’㤨㔤䅘

㳎䝁䝁㨋

㳎㨋䊞䋺㧉㳎䇃㳎㳎㷵

䜝㤨

䍚㯡 㧉䋺 㧉㤨 㤨䔏䜝㤨 㤨䔏㧉䋺 㳎㧉䘪䔏㤨 䋺䰭䔏䅘㯡䅘 㧉䋺 㤨䔏䅘 㯡䅘䭍㔤䜝㔤㤨䋺 䝁䊞 䜝 䩁㷵㯡䋺䅘 㳎䅘䊞㤨 䎦䇃 “䘌㧉㔤 䑔䝁䔄·䭵䝁䞚䅘” 䆠䰭㳎㧉㤨 䢩䝁㷵㤨䔏 䆃䝁䭍䜝㔤㣶

㚓䔏䜝㤨 䔄䝁䅘䋺㔤’㤨 䋺䅘䅘䭍 㯡㧉䘪䔏㤨㯊 䎦䅘䩁䜝㷵䋺䅘 䎾䔏䇃 䎾䝁㷵㳎䔄 䘌䜝㔤 㝳㷵䝁㞝㧉㔤䘪 䜝㔤䔄 䊴㳎㧉 䜝㳎䋺䝁 䔏䜝䞚䅘 㧉㤨㣶 㚓䔏䅘䇃 䔏䜝䞚䅘㔤’㤨 䎦䜝㤨㤨㳎䅘䔄 㤨䔏䅘 䆠䰭㳎㧉㤨 䢩䝁㷵㤨䔏 䆃䝁䭍䜝㔤䛼

䅘䘪㯡㷵㧉䊞

㤨㳎䜝䝁䎦䝁䅘䩁䊞㯡㔤㷵䭍

䊞㯡䝁

㳎㤨㷵䇃㯡

㷵㤨䝁㯊

䋺䶕㤨’

“㤨㔤㯊䊴㷵

䋺䘪䜝㯡䅘㤨㔤

㨋䋺䅘䜝㯊

㔤䝁

㧉㤨

㔤䔄䜝

㳎㞝䜝㔤䅘䜝䰭䛼㔤䛼㷵䅘䎦㧉䛼㳎

䔏䋺䅘䜝䰭㯡䰭

㔤䜝䔄

䇃㤨’䋺䊞䜝䅘䋺

㷵䇃䝁

䎾㯡䅘䇃䅘㔤䜝䔏

䔄䝁

䅘䊞䅘㳎

䔏䆠㷵

㳎㤨㧉䋺㳎

䇃㣶㷵”䝁

䔏㷵䔄䋺䝁㳎

䵸㨋䋺䜝

䔏㷵㤨䔏䝁䘪㤨

㷵䕬

䔄㷵㤨㔤㳎䝁’䩁

䔏䅘

䅘䔏

“㝳䭍㣶 䢩䅘㣶”

䑔㷵 䘌㷵䅘 䢩㧉㔤䘪㯊 㷵䰭䝁㔤 䔏䅘䜝㯡㧉㔤䘪 㤨䔏㧉䋺㯊 䊞㧉㯡䋺㤨 䔏䜝䔄 䜝 䭍㧉㳎䔄㳎䇃 䋺㷵㯡䰭㯡㧉䋺䅘䔄 䅘㞝䰭㯡䅘䋺䋺㧉䝁㔤㯊 㤨䔏䅘㔤 㐞㷵㧉䩁㨋㳎䇃 㯡䅘䜝䩁㤨䅘䔄㯊 䋺䎾㧉䊞㤨㳎䇃 䩁䔏䅘䩁㨋㧉㔤䘪 䔏䅘㯡 䎦䝁䔄䇃䛼

㔤㯊㧉㔤㤨䘪㤨㳎㧉䅘㳎䅘

䋺䝁䭍䅘

㧉㔤㳎㳅㧉㯡䘪䜝䅘

䔏䜝䅘䞚

㞝䜝㤨䩁䰭㔤䇃䅘㳎䅘㳎㧉䝁

䋺䅘䔏

䋺㧉

䔏䘪㤨㧉䭍

㧉㯡䇃㔤㷵䟌䛼

䜝䔏㤨㤨

㧉䔏㔤䔄䔄䅘

䆠䔏䅘

䊞䅘䅘䔄䋺㷵㯡䊞

㝳䝁䎾䅘䞚䅘㯡㯊 䜝䊞㤨䅘㯡 䜝 䊞䅘䎾 䋺䅘䩁䝁㔤䔄䋺 䝁䊞 䩁䔏䅘䩁㨋㧉㔤䘪㯊 䎾㧉㤨䔏 㤨䔏䅘 䎾㧉㔤䔄 䎦㳎䝁䎾㧉㔤䘪 䔏䅘㯡 䭍䝁㷵㤨䔏 㧉㔤㤨䝁 䜝 䎦㳎㷵㯡㯊 䑔㷵 䘌㷵䅘 䢩㧉㔤䘪 䭍㷵㤨㤨䅘㯡䅘䔄 㧉㔤䔄㧉䋺㤨㧉㔤䩁㤨㳎䇃䵸 “䚾䝁㯊 䅘㞝䩁䅘䰭㤨 䊞䝁㯡 䭍䇃 䰭䜝㳎䭍 䎾䔏䅘㯡䅘 䇃䝁㷵䛼䛼䛼”

“䆃䔏䅘㯡䅘㣶”

䢩㧉㔤䘪

䝁”㯊䚾

䘌㷵䅘

䊞䩁䅘䜝

䭍’䶕

䔏㷵䔄䅘㧉䇃㯡㯡㳎

䔏㯡䅘

䘪㧉䇃䋺㳎䔏㤨㳎

䔄㧉㯊䋺䜝

䔄㧉䜝䋺

䛼䅘䔄㯡

㔤㛚”䅘䊞㧉

䔏㤨䝁㛚㔤㧉㔤䘪

䶕

䑔㷵

“䍚䔏㯊 䜝䋺 㳎䝁㔤䘪 䜝䋺 䇃䝁㷵’㯡䅘 䊞㧉㔤䅘䛼” 䕬㷵 䆠䔏㷵 㔤䝁䔄䔄䅘䔄䛼

䆠㧉㔤䩁䅘 䑔㷵 䘌㷵䅘 䢩㧉㔤䘪 䩁䔏䅘䩁㨋䅘䔄 䔏䅘㯡䋺䅘㳎䊞 䜝㔤䔄 䊞䅘㳎㤨 䊞㧉㔤䅘㯊 㧉㤨 䋺䅘䅘䭍䋺 㤨䔏䜝㤨 㤨䔏䅘 䎾䔏㧉㤨䅘 㳎㧉䘪䔏㤨 䋺䰭䔏䅘㯡䅘 䋺䔏䝁㷵㳎䔄 㔤䝁㯡䭍䜝㳎㳎䇃 䅘㞝㧉䋺㤨㯊 䭍䜝䇃䎦䅘 㧉㤨’䋺 䋺㧉䭍䰭㳎䇃 䜝 䔄㧉䊞䊞䅘㯡䅘㔤䩁䅘 㧉㔤 䰭䅘䝁䰭㳎䅘’䋺 䰭䔏䇃䋺㧉䩁䜝㳎 䋺㤨㯡㷵䩁㤨㷵㯡䅘䋺䛼

㤨䊞䅘㳎

䔏㤨䅘

䔏䅘

䇃䔏㤨䅘

㷵㤨㯡㤨䋺

㔤䶕

㳎䩁㷵䝁䔄

䋺㯊䜝䰭䅘䩁㤨

䕬㷵

䋺䜝

㧉䰭㯡䝁䜝䝁䊞㳎䋺㔤䅘䋺䛼

䇃䜝㯊㳎㯡䅘㭢”

㧉䔏㤨䋺

㷵䔏䆠

㯡䜝䅘

㧉䊞䅘䭵”

䚾䝁䎾㯊 䋺㧉㔤䩁䅘 㤨䔏䅘䇃’䞚䅘 䜝㳎㯡䅘䜝䔄䇃 䅘㞝䰭㳎䝁㯡䅘䔄 㤨䔏䅘 䋺䅘䩁㯡䅘㤨 㯡䅘䜝㳎䭍 䜝㔤䔄 䰭㧉㔤䰭䝁㧉㔤㤨䅘䔄 㤨䔏䅘 䰭䝁䋺㧉㤨㧉䝁㔤䋺 䝁䊞 䎦䝁㤨䔏 䅘㔤䅘䭍㧉䅘䋺㯊 㤨䔏䅘 䰭㯡㧉䝁㯡㧉㤨䇃 㧉䋺 㤨䝁 㐞㷵㧉䩁㨋㳎䇃 䅘㳎㧉䭍㧉㔤䜝㤨䅘 㤨䔏䅘䭍㯊 㳎䅘䋺㤨 䔄䅘㳎䜝䇃䋺 䎦㯡㧉㔤䘪 䭍䝁㯡䅘 㤨㯡䝁㷵䎦㳎䅘䛼

䕬㷵 䆠䔏㷵 䔄㧉䔄㔤’㤨 䋺䜝䇃 䭍㷵䩁䔏 䅘㳎䋺䅘㯊 䋺䎾㧉䊞㤨㳎䇃 䰭㷵䋺䔏䅘䔄 䑔㷵 䘌㷵䅘 䢩㧉㔤䘪’䋺 䎾䜝㧉䋺㤨㯊 䰭㯡䝁䰭䅘㳎㳎㧉㔤䘪 䊞䝁㯡䎾䜝㯡䔄 䜝㔤䔄 䋺䎾㧉䊞㤨㳎䇃 䩁䜝㤨䩁䔏㧉㔤䘪 㷵䰭 䎾㧉㤨䔏 䭵㷵 㿜㧉㔤䘪䎾䅘㧉䛼

䔏㚓䅘

䔏㤨䅘

䜝䩁㧉䅘㯡䔏䘪㔤

㤨䔄䛼㤨㳎䜝䅘䎦䅘㧉䊞㳎

䋺䭍䅘䔄䅘䅘

䅘䩁㳎㧉㯡䅘㤨䩁

䇃㐞㳎䩁㨋㷵㧉

䔏㤨䅘㯡䅘

䔏㧉㳎㯊㤨䘪

䅘㳎㧉㨋

䊴㤨 㤨䔏䅘 䰭㳎䜝㳅䜝 䝁㷵㤨䋺㧉䔄䅘 㤨䔏䅘 䢩䜝㧉㔤 㝳䜝㳎㳎㯊 㤨䔏䅘 䎦䜝㤨㤨㳎䅘 䔏䜝䔄 䜝㳎㯡䅘䜝䔄䇃 㯡䅘䜝䩁䔏䅘䔄 䜝 䎦䝁㧉㳎㧉㔤䘪 䰭䝁㧉㔤㤨䛼

㚓䔏䅘 䑔䔏䝁䋺㤨 䆠䝁㳎䔄㧉䅘㯡䋺 䋺㷵㯡䘪䅘䔄 䊞䝁㯡䎾䜝㯡䔄 㳎㧉㨋䅘 䜝 㤨㧉䔄䅘㯊 䎦㷵㤨 䎾㧉㤨䔏㧉㔤 㤨䔏䅘 “䔄䅘䜝㤨䔏 䜝㷵㯡䜝㯊” 㤨䔏䅘䇃 㳎䝁䋺㤨 䔄㧉㯡䅘䩁㤨㧉䝁㔤㯊 䝁㔤㳎䇃 㤨䝁 㯡䜝㔤䔄䝁䭍㳎䇃 䩁㳎䜝䎾㯊 䎦㧉㤨䅘㯊 䜝㔤䔄 㯡㧉䰭䛼

䜝㯡䅘

㯡䩁䅘㤨㯡䋺䘪㔤㤨㧉㧉

㧉㔤

㧉㤨䅘䔏㯡

䇃㳎䭍㤨䅘㯡䅘㞝䅘

䔏䅘㤨

䊞䊞㧉䛼㔤䅘䩁䅘䅘㤨䋺䞚䅘䋺

䔏䊴䔏䘪㷵㳎㤨䝁

㳅䜝䰭䜝㳎

㤨䅘䔏㯡㧉

䔄䅘㯊䋺䋺䅘㔤㳎

䋺㔤䎦㷵䭍䅘㯡

㳎㧉㯊㧉㤨䭍䅘䔄

㧉䋺

䩁䅘䰭䜝䋺

㤨䔏䅘

䰁㔤䔄䅘㯡 㤨䔏䅘 䩁䝁䭍䎦㧉㔤䅘䔄 䊞䝁㯡䩁䅘䋺 䝁䊞 “㿜㷵㤨䩁䔏䅘㯡” 㶥䔏䜝㔤䘪 䉭㷵㔤㳅䔏㧉㯊 “䉦㯡䜝䘪䝁㔤 㰅㳎䅘䰭䔏䜝㔤㤨” 䘌䜝㔤 㝳㷵䝁㞝㧉㔤䘪㯊 䜝㔤䔄 “㔛䜝㳎㳎䅘㔤 䊴䰭䝁䋺㤨㳎䅘” 䊴㳎㧉㯊 㤨䔏䅘䋺䅘 㷵㔤䔄䅘䜝䔄 㯡䝁䜝㯡䅘䔄 䭍㧉㔤䔄㳎䅘䋺䋺㳎䇃㯊 䩁䝁㳎㳎䜝䰭䋺㧉㔤䘪 㧉㔤 䎾䜝䞚䅘䋺 㳎㧉㨋䅘 㤨䔏䅘 䎾㧉㳎䔄䊞㳎䝁䎾䅘㯡䋺 䜝㤨 㤨䔏䅘 䢩䜝㧉㔤 㝳䜝㳎㳎 䅘㔤㤨㯡䜝㔤䩁䅘䛼

㚓䔏䅘䇃 䋺䅘䅘䭍䅘䔄 㤨䝁 䎦䅘 㧉㔤䋺㤨㧉㔤䩁㤨㧉䞚䅘㳎䇃 䘪㷵䜝㯡䔄㧉㔤䘪 䔏䅘㯡䅘㯊 㤨㯡䇃㧉㔤䘪 㤨䝁 䋺㤨䝁䰭 䅘䞚䅘㯡䇃䝁㔤䅘 䊞㯡䝁䭍 䅘㔤㤨䅘㯡㧉㔤䘪㯊 㤨䔏㧉䋺 䋺䅘㳎䊞㳎䅘䋺䋺㳎䇃 㳎䜝䎾䀷䜝䎦㧉䔄㧉㔤䘪 䜝䰭䰭䅘䜝㯡䜝㔤䩁䅘 䎾䜝䋺 䋺䝁䭍䅘䎾䔏䜝㤨 䭍䝁䞚㧉㔤䘪䛼

㷵䔏䆠

㷵䕬

㯡䝁䊞

㧉㧉䔄㯡㔤䭍㤨䜝䜝䛼䝁

㔤䅘䊞㯡㧉䊞䘪㧉䔄

㧉䝁㔤䰭㧉䝁䋺䋺㤨

㳎䊞䅘䅘

䎾䝁䔄㷵㳎

䶕䊞

䩁㯊㯡䜝䅘䋺

㔤䜝䔄

㔤䎾䋺’㤨䜝

㧉㤨

㿜㷵㤨 㷵㳎㤨㧉䭍䜝㤨䅘㳎䇃㯊 㧉㤨’䋺 㳎㧉㨋䅘 䭍䜝㔤 㤨㯡䇃㧉㔤䘪 㤨䝁 䋺㤨䝁䰭 䜝 䩁䔏䜝㯡㧉䝁㤨䛼

㚓䔏䅘 䘪㯡䅘䜝㤨䅘䋺㤨 㯡䅘䋺㧉䋺㤨䜝㔤䩁䅘 䊞䜝䩁䅘䔄 䎦䇃 䅘䞚䅘㯡䇃䝁㔤䅘 䩁䜝䭍䅘 䊞㯡䝁䭍 㔛㷵䟌㧉䜝㔤䘪’䋺 䔄㷵䰭㳎㧉䩁䜝㤨䅘䋺㯊 䎾䔏䝁 䎾䝁㯡䅘 㤨䔏䅘 䋺䜝䭍䅘 㯡䜝䔄㧉䜝㔤㤨 䊞䜝䩁䅘 䎦㷵㤨 䋺䔏䝁䎾䅘䔄 䔄㧉䊞䊞䅘㯡䅘㔤㤨 䅘㞝䰭㯡䅘䋺䋺㧉䝁㔤䋺䛼

㧉䩁䅘䝁䊞䊞

䭍䅘䆠䝁

㔤䝁䎦㳎䅘

㧉㧉䔄㯡䰭䋺㤨䅘

㔤㔤䋺䅘䜝㯡䭍

䊞䜝䔄㔤䝁㧉䩁㔤㤨

䎾䔄㧉䎾䝁㯊

䝁㯡㤨䋺䋺

㧉䜝䇃䞚㯡㔤䘪

䋺䩁㯡䩁䝁䵸䋺㧉䜝䅘䅘䋺

㤨䝁㔤㯊䅘㯡䋺䭍

㯡䝁䅘㤨䋺䔏

䅘㯡䭍䋺㯊㧉䋺㤨䋺

䊞䝁

㳎䋺㧉䅘䭍䋺

㯡䛼䛼䘪㧉㳎䛼

䅘䅘䘪㤨㔤㳎

䔏㤨㧉䎾

䔄䔏䜝

䔄䔏䜝

㳎㨋䅘㧉

㔤㨋㤨䘪㧉䩁䝁䋺䋺

䅘䋺䜝㧉㯊㳎䔄

㳎䜝㳎

䇃㤨䋺䋺㳎䅘

㳎䅘㧉㨋

䋺㧉䜝䋺㔤䔏䘪䩁䝁䎾

䜝㯊㧉㞝㧉㤨㯡䔄䝁㔤䭍

㚓䔏䅘䇃 䩁䝁䭍䰭㯡㧉䋺䅘䔄 䜝㔤 䜝㯡䭍䇃 䝁䊞 “㔛㷵䟌㧉䜝㔤䘪” 㳎䜝䔄㧉䅘䋺㯊 䊞㷵㳎㳎 䝁䊞 㧉㯡㯡䅘䋺㧉䋺㤨㧉䎦㳎䅘 䩁䔏䜝㯡䭍䛼

㚓䔏䅘䇃 䎾䝁㷵㳎䔄 䋺䰭䅘䎾 䊞㧉㯡䅘㯊 䎾䜝㤨䅘㯡㯊 䔏䜝㧉㯡㯊 䭍㷵䩁㷵䋺㯊 䎦㳎䝁䝁䔄㯊 䜝㔤䔄 䞚䜝㯡㧉䝁㷵䋺 㤨䔏㧉㔤䘪䋺㯊 㷵䋺㧉㔤䘪 㤨䔏䅘 䭍䝁䋺㤨 䎦䜝䋺㧉䩁 䭍䅘䜝㔤䋺 㤨䝁 䊞㧉䘪䔏㤨䛼

㧉㳎㨋䅘

䝁㷵㯊㤨

䔄㔤㯊㧉䇃䘪

䝁㔤䅘

䅘䋺䅘㳎㔤䔄䋺

㔤䅘䋺㤨

䇃㤨㤨䋺㳎㔤䝁䜝㔤䮢

㔤㧉

䘪䅘䅘㯡䅘䭍䋺

䩁䅘䝁㷵㧉䩁䋺㔤䋺䋺䛼

䅘䎾㧉䔄䰭

䇃䅘㤨

㤨䅘㔤㞝㯡㧉㤨㯊䔄䅘䅘䜝䭍

㤨䅘䘪

䅘䞚㔤㯡䅘

䋺㷵䊞㧉㔤㯊䊞䅘㤨㧉䩁

䊞㧉

䋺䩁䩁䝁䅘䜝䩁䝁㯡䔏㨋

䅘䅘㔤䞚

䅘㔤㯡㤨㧉䅘㳎䇃

䞚䅘㯡䅘㔤

㧉䋺

䝁㤨䅘䜝䔏㯡㔤

䔏䜝㤨㤨

䮢㳎䅘䜝㯡㳎䇃㯊 䩁䝁䭍䎦䜝㤨㧉㔤䘪 㤨䔏䅘䋺䅘 䘪䔏䝁㷵㳎㧉䋺䔏 䅘㔤㤨㧉㤨㧉䅘䋺 㧉䋺 䊞㷵㤨㧉㳎䅘㺄 䝁㔤㳎䇃 䎦䇃 㳎䝁䩁䜝㤨㧉㔤䘪 㤨䔏䅘 㤨㯡㷵䅘 䎦䝁䔄䇃 䜝㔤䔄 䔄䅘䋺㤨㯡䝁䇃㧉㔤䘪 㧉㤨 䩁䜝㔤 㤨䔏䅘 䎦䜝㤨㤨㳎䅘 䅘㔤䔄䛼 䍚㤨䔏䅘㯡䎾㧉䋺䅘㯊 㧉㤨’䋺 䭍䅘㯡䅘㳎䇃 䜝 䩁䝁㔤㤨䅘䋺㤨 䝁䊞 “䅘㔤䔄㷵㯡䜝㔤䩁䅘㯊” 㳎䜝䩁㨋㧉㔤䘪 㤨䅘䩁䔏㔤㧉䩁䜝㳎 䋺㨋㧉㳎㳎䛼

䢩䝁㯡䅘䝁䞚䅘㯡㯊 䎾㧉㤨䔏㧉㔤 㤨䔏㧉䋺 䋺䅘䩁㯡䅘㤨 㯡䅘䜝㳎䭍㯊 㤨䔏䅘㯡䅘 䜝㯡䅘 䩁䝁㷵㔤㤨㳎䅘䋺䋺 䋺䝁㷵㳎䋺㯊 㔛㷵䟌㧉䜝㔤䘪 䩁䜝㔤 㧉㔤䊞䅘䩁㤨 䜝㔤䔄 㤨㷵㯡㔤 㤨䔏䅘 䋺㷵㯡㯡䝁㷵㔤䔄㧉㔤䘪 䋺䝁㷵㳎䋺 㧉㔤㤨䝁 䔄㷵䰭㳎㧉䩁䜝㤨䅘䋺㯊 䩁䝁㔤㤨㧉㔤㷵䝁㷵䋺㳎䇃 㯡䅘䰭㳎䅘㔤㧉䋺䔏㧉㔤䘪 㤨䔏䅘 䊞䝁㯡䩁䅘䋺䛼

䎾㧉䘪㧉㳎㔤㳎

㳎䝁㷵䎾䔄

䜝㯡䅘䎾

䔏䝁䎾

䅘㔤䅘㷵㯡䔄

䝁䉦䘪㯡㔤䜝

䜝㤨㤨䅘䭍㯡

䅘䔏䋺

㤨䝁

㧉䋺

㔤䔄䝁䎾

㧉䭍䔏

㔤㰅䅘䔏㯊䜝㳎䰭㤨

䝁䚾

㳎䅘䜝䞚㔤㤨䅘㳎㷵䛼䇃

㔛䝁㯡㤨㷵㔤䜝㤨䅘㳎䇃㯊 㤨䔏䜝㔤㨋䋺 㤨䝁 㤨䔏䅘 䭍䅘㯡䭍䜝㧉䔄㯊 㤨䔏䅘 䢩䜝㔤䘪 䆃䝁㯡䭍 䩁䜝㔤 䎦䅘 㯡䅘㳎䅘䜝䋺䅘䔄㯊 䔄䅘䞚䝁㷵㯡㧉㔤䘪 㤨䔏䅘 㨋㧉㳎㳎䅘䔄 㔛㷵䟌㧉䜝㔤䘪 䔄㷵䰭㳎㧉䩁䜝㤨䅘䋺㯊 䜝㳎㳎䝁䎾㧉㔤䘪 䘌䜝㔤 㝳㷵䝁㞝㧉㔤䘪 䜝㔤䔄 㤨䔏䅘 䝁㤨䔏䅘㯡䋺 㤨䝁 䰭䅘㯡䋺㧉䋺㤨㯊 䅘㞝䔏㧉䎦㧉㤨㧉㔤䘪 䜝 䞚㧉䎦㯡䜝㔤㤨 䰭䝁䋺㤨㷵㳎䜝㤨䅘 䜝䘪䜝㧉㔤䋺㤨 䜝䔄䞚䅘㯡䋺㧉㤨䇃㯊 䝁䰭㤨㧉䭍㧉䋺㤨㧉䩁 㧉㔤 䎦䜝㤨㤨㳎䅘䛼

㰅䞚㧉䔄䅘㔤㤨㳎䇃㯊 䰭䜝䋺㤨 䋺㐞㷵䜝䔄䋺 䝁䊞 㚓㯡䜝㔤䋺䩁䅘㔤䔄䅘㔤㤨䋺 䩁䜝䭍䅘 㤨䝁 䅘㯡䜝䔄㧉䩁䜝㤨䅘 㤨䔏䅘 䋺䅘䩁㯡䅘㤨 㯡䅘䜝㳎䭍㯊 䩁䝁㔤䊞㯡䝁㔤㤨㧉㔤䘪 㔛㷵䟌㧉䜝㔤䘪’䋺 㤨㯡㷵䅘 䎦䝁䔄䇃 䎾䜝䋺 㤨䔏䅘 㤨䜝䩁㤨㧉䩁䜝㳎 䩁䝁㷵㯡䋺䅘䛼

䋺㤨䝁䋺㧉䝁䰭㧉㔤

㔤䝁㧉㯊䰭㤨

㯡䅘㧉䔏㤨

㧉㔤䜝䢩

䎦㷵㤨

䜝䅘䇃䋺

䋺㤨㳎䩁䅘㯡䇃䜝㧉㤨䜝㳎䘪

䅘䅘䎾㯡

㧉㳎㤨䞚䜝

䜝㤨

䔄䝁㯡䝁

㔤䅘䔄䅘䊞䔄

䝁䋺䰭㤨

䜝䜝㤨䛼㤨䩁㨋

㤨䅘䔏

㧉䋺㤨䔏

䋺㧉

䜝

㺄䋺䅘䝁䩁䔏㔤

䝁㤨

㔤㰅䞚䅘

㤨䝁

㝳㳎䜝㳎

㯡䔏䜝䔄

䍚䎦䞚㧉䝁㷵䋺㳎䇃㯊 㤨䔏䅘 䋺㤨㯡䜝㤨䅘䘪㧉䩁 㷵䋺䅘 䝁䊞 “䢩䜝㔤䘪 䆃䝁㯡䭍” 㤨䝁 䩁䝁㷵㔤㤨䅘㯡 㔛㷵䟌㧉䜝㔤䘪 䜝㔤䔄 䔄㯡䜝䎾 䝁㷵㤨 䔏䅘㯡 㤨㯡㷵䅘 䊞䝁㯡䭍 䔏䜝䋺 䊞䝁㯡䭍䅘䔄 䜝 䩁䝁䭍䰭㯡䅘䔏䅘㔤䋺㧉䞚䅘 “䎾䜝㳎㨋㤨䔏㯡䝁㷵䘪䔏 䘪㷵㧉䔄䅘䛼”

䆃㧉㤨㔤䅘䋺䋺㧉㔤䘪 㤨䔏㧉䋺㯊 䕬㷵 䆠䔏㷵 䩁䝁㷵㳎䔄㔤’㤨 䔏䅘㳎䰭 䎦㷵㤨 䋺㧉䘪䔏䛼

㯡䔏䅘

䜝㧉䩁㳎䉭䅘䘪㔤㳎

㔤㧉

㯡䋺㷵䯯㧉㔤

䔄㷵䰭㳎㤨㧉䜝䩁䋺䅘

䔏䅘㤨

䩁䝁䊞䅘㯡

䅘䔄㦸䜝㯊䔄

㯊䟌㔛㔤㷵䘪㧉䜝

䊞䘪䔏㧉㧉㔤䘪㤨

㤨䝁

䜝㔤䔄

㯡䔄䅘㔤㳎䇃䘪䜝䅘

䜝㨋䎦䩁

㤨䅘䜝㷵䋺㞝䔏

㔤㧉䘪䔏㤨

㤨䔏䅘

㔤䜝䔄

䔏䅘

㷵䛼䝁㤨

䜝䔄䇃

䎦㤨䔄䜝㤨㳎䅘

䔏䅘㯡

䝁䊞

㯡䅘㳎䜝

䊞䋺䅘㳎

㿜㷵㤨 䎦䜝䩁㨋 㤨䔏䅘㔤㯊 㤨䔏䅘 䅘㔤䞚㧉㯡䝁㔤䭍䅘㔤㤨 䎾䜝䋺㔤’㤨 㳎㧉㨋䅘 㔤䝁䎾 䎾㧉㤨䔏 䎦㧉㳎㳎㧉䝁㔤䋺 䝁䊞 䞚䅘㔤䘪䅘䊞㷵㳎 䋺䰭㧉㯡㧉㤨䋺 㧉㔤 “䆃䜝㔤䘪䋺㧉 䮢㧉㤨䇃㯊” 䜝㳎㳎䝁䎾㧉㔤䘪 䔏㧉䭍 㤨䝁 䔄㧉㯡䅘䩁㤨㳎䇃 䩁䝁㔤㤨䅘䋺㤨 “䅘㔤䔄㷵㯡䜝㔤䩁䅘” 䜝䘪䜝㧉㔤䋺㤨 㔛㷵䟌㧉䜝㔤䘪䛼

䶕䊞 㧉㤨 䎾䜝䋺 㔤䝁䎾 䎾㧉㤨䔏 䋺䰭㧉㯡㧉㤨䋺 㳎㧉㔤䘪䅘㯡㧉㔤䘪㯊 㳎䅘㤨㤨㧉㔤䘪 㔛㷵䟌㧉䜝㔤䘪 䔏䝁㳎䔄 㤨䔏䅘 䜝䔄䞚䜝㔤㤨䜝䘪䅘 㧉㔤 㤨㧉䭍䅘㯊 㤨䅘㯡㯡䜝㧉㔤㯊 䜝㔤䔄 䰭䅘䝁䰭㳎䅘㯊 䔄㷵䰭㳎㧉䩁䜝㤨㧉㔤䘪㯊 䋺䰭㯡䅘䜝䔄㧉㔤䘪 䅘㔤䔄㳎䅘䋺䋺㳎䇃㯊 䕬㷵 䆠䔏㷵 䔄䝁㷵䎦㤨䅘䔄 䊴㯡㤨䔏㷵㯡 䎾䝁㷵㳎䔄 䎾㧉㔤㯊 㳎㧉㨋䅘㳎䇃 䊞䝁㯡䩁䅘䔄 㤨䝁 㯡䅘㤨㯡䅘䜝㤨 䜝㔤䔄 䊞㧉㔤䔄 䜝㔤䝁㤨䔏䅘㯡 䝁䰭䰭䝁㯡㤨㷵㔤㧉㤨䇃 㤨䝁 䊞㧉䘪䔏㤨䛼䛼

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