Capítulo 1237: Chapter 237: Ren Xing Takes Action

Ren Changsheng stood before them, clearly here to find someone important to him. Now that he was here, did those Mine Disciples really dare to whip so brazenly?

Were they courting death?

Meanwhile.

In the bustling crowd of miners, a young boy slowly walked, his face showing fatigue. On his back, marks from the whip were visible.

This was Ren Xing.

At that moment, Ren Xing was puzzled. He had just gone down to mine, but now he had to come out again? For someone who hadn’t been in the Hongmeng world for long, entering the mines was no easy feat!

And in this place.

They could only rely on their own Divine Artifacts to mine. Ren Xing only had a lower-grade Hongmeng Divine Artifact, which he had acquired at great cost, while typical miners used weapons from the lower world.

Weapons from the lower world here.

They struggled to break the ground, let alone the harder rocks, but there was no other way. For them, mining was life; refusing to do so was akin to seeking death.

“Move faster, snap!”

A whip landed on Ren Xing’s back, causing a burning pain. His eyes were indifferent, anger simmered inside him, yet he made no move.

Ren Xing knew well.

Here, the Demon Sect Sacred Land’s disciples were the ones in high positions. Even these Mine Disciples couldn’t be provoked by mere miners; their strength could easily annihilate them.

Ren Xing had witnessed it firsthand.

Some miners who resisted were whipped to death!

“You bastards, you lowly scum, hurry up!”

“Faster!”

…

Voices rang out, and soon, all the miners stood on the mountain, scattered but curious, looking ahead at a group of elders surrounding a young boy.

The elders.

Exuded a terrifying aura.

Those mighty Mine Disciples, in front of these elders, were respectful to the point of wanting to kneel and lick their boots.

“Who are these people?”

“No idea!”

“Their aura alone makes me want to kneel in worship. Could they be supreme beings?”

…

Whispers arose, and looking at these people, curiosity and respect filled their eyes. But soon, they looked towards the center circled by the elders, at the young boy with a detached expression.

The surrounding elders.

Greeted the young boy with smiles!

It seemed.

This boy was the true focal point.

“Ren Xing, if you ask me, if I could be like that boy, surrounded and attended by such strong figures from the Demon Sect Sacred Land, it would be worth dying for!”

A boy beside Ren Xing whispered.

In his eyes.

Was a trace of longing.

This person was Ren Xing’s only friend in the mine. Here, the Mine Disciples didn’t care if the miners lived or died, and many with slightly higher cultivation would snatch from others.

Many.

Even formed gangs!

However.

They were very respectful towards the Mine Disciples, and the Mine Disciples didn’t care unless it affected the daily ore submission.

As a result.

The mountain was even more chaotic.

This was why some Mine Disciples found themselves in such miserable situations, as besides facing oppression from Mine Disciples, they also dealt with the miners.

“It’s him…”

At that moment, Ren Xing trembled next to the boy. Was it his father? That figure had only appeared in his dreams for so many years, it took a moment to recognize.

Could it be his father?

Was it real?

“Ren Xing, what’s wrong? You’re crying?”

The boy next to him hurriedly asked. He and Ren Xing had ascended together, and even when oppressed by the Mine Disciples, Ren Xing never complained, pouring himself instead into mining and training.

Training fanatically.

Ren Xing’s cultivation progress in the entire mine ranked among the top.

At this pace.

Ren Xing could likely become a Disciple of the Demon Sect Sacred Land.

Provided.

He survived this place!

If he offended the Mine Disciples, becoming a Disciple, let alone surviving, would be impossible. So even under oppression, Ren Xing would not resist.

He was waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

In his heart, he hoped to one day stand at the pinnacle of the Demon Sect Sacred Land, then seek out his father and his sister, Ren Yue. They must still be waiting for him!

Unexpectedly.

Today.

He saw Ren Changsheng.

Moreover, at this moment, Ren Changsheng was surrounded by powerful figures of the Demon Sect Sacred Land, indicating his likely high status, possibly even higher than theirs?

“I’m fine!”

Ren Xing softly said, wiping his eyes.

But because of the mining, his injured face, now mixed with tears, looked like a smudged face painting, causing the boy beside him to chuckle.

“You’re killing me!”

The boy laughed at Ren Xing.

“What are you laughing at?”

A cold voice sounded. A Mine Disciple eyed Ren Xing and his friend, bringing down his whip with a whoosh, changing the boy’s expression, while Ren Xing’s eyes flashed coldly.

“Buzz!”

Ren Xing stepped forward.

And grabbed.

The whip.

“You dare grab my whip?”

The man’s expression changed, then fury surged. Who was Ren Xing, a mere lowly miner, to dare grab his whip? Even if he was just a Demon Sect Sacred Land Mine Disciple, his status wasn’t low.

Ren Xing dared to grab his whip?

Was he seeking death? Besides.

As a Mine Disciple, his cultivation was far superior to Ren Xing’s.

But the whip was caught.

Making him a laughingstock.

“Get out!”

“Bang!”

Ren Xing’s aura surged. At that moment, his aura nearly matched the Mine Disciple’s, and from the sudden move, the Mine Disciple was sent flying.

“Ren Xing!”

Seeing Ren Xing act, the boy’s face changed dramatically.

He struck a Mine Disciple.

This was a capital crime!

“What happened?”

“What’s going on?”

…

Voices rang out, and a group of Mine Disciples approached Ren Xing, encircling him.

On the mountain.

Ren Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then.

Ren Changsheng smiled!

Ren Xing, this kid, wasn’t too bad. Endurance was fine, but knowing when to resist was crucial. In his heart lay the spirit of a strong will, defiance, dignity, and bottom lines; that’s what mattered!

擄

盧

盧

“㧉䮍㹴’

蘆

㙚㩦䯯䪔”㚹㒇䯯䪔㧉䚐㩦㔦䮍㾨䮍㙚䏡㙚㩦

老

㔦

魯蘆路擄㻥䚐䪝䪔㩦䯯爐 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇䜒 㔦 䉼㮅㚹㩦㒇 㾨㔦㩦 䪝㔦䮍㧉䪔䦲䉼 䮍㧉䚐䠾䠾䚐䯯 㟕㮅䏡䑶㔦䏡䯯䜒 䮍䚐䚐䪔㩦㒇 㔦 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾 㮅㟕 䠾䚐㮅䠾䦲䚐 䮍㚹䏡䏡㮅㚹㩦䯯䪔㩦㒇 㧉䪝䚐㾨䜒 䪝䚐 䪔㩦䮍㧉㔦㩦㧉䦲䉼 䠾㔦㩦䪔㵞㿿䚐䯯㙚 㹴㩦 䪝䪔䮍 䪝䚐㔦䏡㧉䜒 䪔㟕 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 㔦㵞㧉䚐䯯 䦲䪔㿿䚐 㧉䪝䪔䮍䜒 䪝䚐 䑶㮅㚹䦲䯯 䯯䚐㟕䪔㩦䪔㧉䚐䦲䉼 䖿䚐 㿿䪔䦲䦲䚐䯯 䖿䉼 㧉䪝䚐 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐䮍㙚

䶄㚹䏡䪔㩦㒇 㧉䪝䪔䮍 䠾䚐䏡䪔㮅䯯㙚

䪔㒇㩦䝀

䪝䚐

㚹㙚䠾

䪝䪔䜒㾨

䟦䪔䮍

䪔䮍䦲䦲㧉

䮍䑶㔦

䑶㩦䚐㿿

䪔㟕䉼㔦䦲䏡

䚐㩦㢡

䪔䚐䯯

㩦䝀䪔㒇

䟸㩦䝱䚐

㧉㮅

㧉㔦㩦䑶

㩦䮍㮅䚐䏡䪔䦲㧉㔦䪔䪝䠾

‘㧉䯯㩦䪔䯯

䪝䑶䪔㧉

㙚䚐䚐䪝䏡

㩦䯯䪔㧉䮍㒇㔦㩦

㮅䪝䪝㚹㒇㧉

㢡䚐㩦

㔦㧉䪝㧉

㩦㔦䯯

㩦䯯㔦

㚹䠾

䜒㮅㒇䯯㮅

㩦㮅䮍䚐䪔䪝㧉㾨㒇

㒇䮍䉼㔦䪔㩦

䠾䚐䪔㔦㵞㾨䪔䦲㧉

㧉䮍䯯㮅㮅

䚐䪝

䚐䪝

㧉䪔䪝㾨㒇

“䚛䪝䪔䮍 䉼㮅㚹㩦㒇 㾨㔦㩦 䪔䮍 㩦㮅㧉 䖿㔦䯯 䚐䪔㧉䪝䚐䏡䎷”

㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 㒇䦲㔦㩦㵞䚐䯯 㔦㧉 㧉䪝䚐 䉼㮅㚹㩦㒇 㾨㔦㩦 䖿䏡䪔䚐㟕䦲䉼㙚 䚛㮅 䖿䚐 㔦䖿䦲䚐 㧉㮅 䮍㧉㔦㩦䯯 㚹䠾 㔦㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㧉䪔㾨䚐䜒 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䪝㔦䯯 㾨㔦䯯䚐 㔦 㒇㮅㮅䯯 㟕䏡䪔䚐㩦䯯䜒 㔦㩦䯯 䪔㧉 䮍䚐䚐㾨䚐䯯 㧉䪝㔦㧉 㧉䪝䚐䏡䚐 䑶㔦䮍 㔦 䪝䪔䯯䯯䚐㩦 䠾㮅䑶䚐䏡 䑶䪔㧉䪝䪔㩦 㧉䪝䚐 䉼㮅㚹㩦㒇 㾨㔦㩦䜒 䪔㧉 䮍䪝㮅㚹䦲䯯 䖿䚐 㔦 䠾䪝䉼䮍䪔㵞㔦䦲 䠾㮅䑶䚐䏡㙚

䚐䪝

㩦㮅㧉

䚐㧉㔦䯯䪔䟸㧉㵞㔦

䪝䯯㔦

㙚䪔㧉

㻥㚹㧉

㹴㩦 㧉䪔㾨䚐㙚

䟦䚐 䪝㔦䯯 㔦 㵞䪝㔦㩦㵞䚐 㧉㮅 㔦䮍㵞䚐㩦䯯 㧉㮅 㧉䪝䚐 䠾䚐㔦㿿 㮅㟕 䮍㚹䠾䏡䚐㾨㔦㵞䉼㙚

㧉䏡㿿䮍䪔䚐

㔦

䯯䪔䮍㵞䦲䚐䪔䠾

䯯㒇䎷㮅

䏡㵞䚐䯯㔦䐖

㧉㔦

㟕㮅

䚐䪝㧉

“㮅㚹㫕

㮅䶄㩦䚐㾨

㵞䚐䐖㧉

䉼㮅㚹

䯯”㩦㡄㶇㔦

䏡㔦䯯䚐

䟦䑶㮅

“㻥䚐㔦㧉 䪝䪔㾨 㧉㮅 䯯䚐㔦㧉䪝䎷”

㙚㙚㙚

䳱

㮅㩦䑶

㧉䚐䏡䪝䪔

㔦㩦䯯

䑶䮍㔦

䚐㔦䪝䏡㧉䜒䮍

䚐㢡㩦

䚐䮍䪔䪔㵞䦲䶄䮍䠾

㧉䚐䪝䮍䚐

䚐䏡㾨㩦䪔䮍

㮅㟕

㩦㮅㔦㧉㵞䪔

㢡䚐㩦

䪔㙚㒇䝀㩦

㮅䦲䯯䚐㮅㿿

䪔䜒䖿㒇䚐䮍㩦

䪔䝀㒇㩦䮍’

㾑㩦䪔䚐

㚹㮅㵞㒇㧉䪔䏡㩦

㹴㩦

䏡䚐䚐䑶

㵞䉼㮅䦲䯯䦲

㧉㔦

㔦㧉䚐䯯䪝㙚

䦲㮅䦲䉼䑶

㮅㒇䠾㚹䏡

“㿏䚐㧉 䦲㮅䮍㧉䎷”

“㻥㮅㮅㾨䎷”

䪝䑶㮅

㚹䠾

䜒䚐䪔㧉㾨

䑶䮍㔦

㟕㵞䚐㔦

䪝䪔䮍

㾨㔦㩦

䑶㔦䮍

䮍䪔䪝

䮍㧉䚐㩦

㟕㮅㾨䏡

䚛䪝䚐

䪔䝀㒇㩦

䠾㔦䮍䚐㿿

䚐䯯㵞㧉䪔䉼䏡䦲

䪔䮍䠾㩦㒇䏡㚹㧉

䯯㮅䮍㧉㮅

䯯䖿䦲㮅㮅

㧉㮅

䪔䪝䚛䮍

㢡䚐㩦

㟕㮅䏡

䠾㔦䚐䦲㙚

㧉䚐䯯㚹䏡㩦

㩦䪝䪔䚐䯯䪔㙚㟕䮍

䚐㢡㩦

㩦㮅䉼㚹㒇

㾨䪝㮅䜒㧉㚹

㒇䪔䉼䦲㩦㟕䜒

䪔㩦䝀㒇

㻥㚹㧉 䪝䚐 㵞㮅㚹䦲䯯㩦’㧉 㚹㩦䯯䚐䏡䮍㧉㔦㩦䯯 䪔㩦 䪝䪔䮍 䪝䚐㔦䏡㧉㙚

㚙㮅䏡㾨㔦䦲䦲䉼䜒 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䑶㔦䮍 㔦㩦㒇䏡䉼 䖿㚹㧉 㵞㮅㚹䦲䯯 䪝㮅䦲䯯 䪔㧉 䪔㩦㙚 㰲䪝䉼 䯯䪔䯯 䪝䚐 䏡䚐㔦㵞㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㧉䪔㾨䚐㡄 㿏䪔䟸䚐㩦 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇’䮍 㧉㔦䦲䚐㩦㧉䜒 䪝䚐 䪝㔦䯯 㔦 䮍䪔㒇㩦䪔㟕䪔㵞㔦㩦㧉 㵞䪝㔦㩦㵞䚐 㧉㮅 䠁㮅䪔㩦 㧉䪝䚐 䶄䚐㾨㮅㩦 䐖䚐㵞㧉 䐖㔦㵞䏡䚐䯯 㶇㔦㩦䯯 䪔㩦 㧉䪝䚐 㟕㚹㧉㚹䏡䚐䜒 䖿㚹㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㔦㵞㧉䪔㮅㩦㙚㙚㙚

㚹䉼㮅䏡’䚐

㟕䏡㮅

㔦䚐䎷”䪝㧉䯯

㔦䪔㩦䮍㿿㒇

“㻥䉼䜒㮅

䚛䪝䚐 㾨㔦㩦 䮍㧉䏡㚹㵞㿿 䖿䉼 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䮍㧉㮅㮅䯯 㚹䠾 㔦㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㾨㮅㾨䚐㩦㧉䜒 䦲㮅㮅㿿䪔㩦㒇 㔦㧉 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䑶䪔㧉䪝 䪔㵞䉼 䚐䉼䚐䮍㙚 㻥䚐䪔㩦㒇 䪔㩦䠁㚹䏡䚐䯯 䖿䉼 㔦 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐 䑶㔦䮍 㔦 䮍䪝㔦㾨䚐 㟕㮅䏡 䪝䪔㾨㙚

㹴㟕 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㩦䚐䑶䮍 㒇㮅㧉 㮅㚹㧉㙚

䪝䚐

䠁䚐㡄㮅㿿

㾨䖿䚐㮅䚐㵞

㔦

㚹䯯㩦㮅’䦲㧉㰲

“㹪䪔䦲䦲 䪝䪔㾨䎷”

䳱 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾 㮅㟕 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐䮍 䦲㮅㮅㿿䚐䯯 㵞㮅䦲䯯䦲䉼 㔦㧉 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇㙚

䠾䎷”䐖㧉”㮅

䌵㚹䮍㧉 䑶䪝䚐㩦 㧉䪝䚐 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾 䑶㔦䮍 㔦䖿㮅㚹㧉 㧉㮅 䮍㧉䏡䪔㿿䚐 㔦㧉 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇䜒 㔦 䯯䚐䚐䠾 䟸㮅䪔㵞䚐 䮍㮅㚹㩦䯯䚐䯯㙚 㹴㧉 䑶㔦䮍 㔦㩦 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉䏡㔦䦲 㟕䪔㒇㚹䏡䚐 㮅㟕 㧉䪝䚐 䶄䚐㾨㮅㩦 䐖䚐㵞㧉 䐖㔦㵞䏡䚐䯯 㶇㔦㩦䯯䜒 䦲㮅㮅㿿䪔㩦㒇 㔦㧉 㧉䪝䚐 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐䮍䜒 㧉䪝䚐 㮅䦲䯯 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡’䮍 㟕㔦㵞䚐 䮍㔦㩦㿿㙚

䚛䪝䪔䮍 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾㙚

㮅䑶䟦

䚐䖿䚐㩦

䚐㧉䪝

㾨䏡䦲䦲䉼㔦㮅㩦㡄

㿿䑶䚐㩦

䮍㔦䑶

㔦䪝䯯

䦲䪔㿿䦲

㒇㧉㔦䪝㚹㧉

䑶㧉㔦㩦䚐䯯

㢡䚐㩦

䪝䮍㩦䪝㒇䁂㔦䚐㩦㒇

䪝䚐䚐䏡䜒

㔦䦲䦲

㔦㩦䯯

㮅㮅䦲㩦㿿䪔㒇

䚐㶇㧉

䏡㮅㟕

䑶㩦㮅

䪝䚐㧉䉼

㾨䪔䮍䏡䚐㩦㡄

㮅㧉

㧉䚐䪝䉼

䚐䚛䪝䉼

㒇䮍㔦㒇㩦䪝㩦䪝䚐䁂

㔦䑶䮍

㧉䪔䦲䮍䦲

䠾䜒㧉䚐㩦䚐䮍䏡

䑶䚐䚐䏡

㢡㩦䚐

㮅㔦䚐䦲㩦

㧉㔦䪝㧉

㩦㔦䯯

䏡䪝䚐䚐

㮅䚐㾨㩦㮅㙚䚐䮍

䪝㧉䚐䉼

䳱㾨㮅㩦㒇 㧉䪝㮅䮍䚐 䪝䚐 䑶㔦䮍 䦲㮅㮅㿿䪔㩦㒇 㟕㮅䏡㙚

㫍䚐䏡䉼 䦲䪔㿿䚐䦲䉼㙚

㙚㾨㩦䚐䏡䪔䮍

㩦㮅䚐

㟕㮅

䮍㔦㰲

䚐䚐䮍䪝㧉

䚛䪝䚐䮍䚐 㮅䦲䯯 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡䮍 䑶䚐䏡䚐 䮍㵞㔦䏡䚐䯯 㮅㟕 㮅㟕㟕䚐㩦䯯䪔㩦㒇 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇䜒 㟕䚐㔦䏡䪔㩦㒇 㧉䪝㔦㧉 䪔㟕 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 㧉㮅㮅㿿 㔦㵞㧉䪔㮅㩦 㧉㮅䯯㔦䉼䜒 䑶䪝㮅 䪔㩦 㧉䪝䚐 䶄䚐㾨㮅㩦 䐖䚐㵞㧉 䐖㔦㵞䏡䚐䯯 㶇㔦㩦䯯 㵞㮅㚹䦲䯯 䮍㧉㮅䠾 䪝䪔㾨㡄

“䉣䦲䯯 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡䎷”

䉣䯯”䦲

䮍㔦㵞䏡䚐䎷㩦㮅㧉”

㙚㙚㙚

䳱 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾 㮅㟕 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐䮍 䪝㚹䏡䏡䪔䚐䯯䦲䉼 䮍䪝㮅䑶䚐䯯 䏡䚐䮍䠾䚐㵞㧉㙚

㔦䚐䏡

䪝”㰲㮅

㧉䠾䮍䚐

㮅㚹䜒䉼

䎷㵞㿿䖿㔦”

㶇㮅㮅㿿䪔㩦㒇 㔦㧉 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇䜒 㧉䪝䚐 䚐䦲䯯䚐䏡 䮍㔦䪔䯯 䮍㮅䦲䚐㾨㩦䦲䉼㙚

“㚙㮅 㩦䚐䚐䯯䎷䎷”

㾨䜒䚐㩦㮅㧉㾨

䚐㢡㩦

㮅㟕

㔦䯯䪝

㮅䦲䯯

㧉䪔䪝䮍

㧉㔦

㚹䁂䯯䦲㮅

㮅㚹㒇䠾䏡

㚹㙚䠾

㮅㵞䚐䪔䟸

䪝㧉䚐

㧉䪔

㚹䉼㩦㒇㮅

㔦㧉䪝㧉

䯯䮍㮅㧉㮅

㩦䪝䪝㒇䚐㩦㔦㒇䁂䮍

䳱䮍

䠾㚹䜒

㟕㮅

䮍㿿䪝㮅㮅㙚

㔦

㙚㮅䮍㚹㩦䚐䯯䯯

㚹㟕㮅㩦䯯

㵞䦲㔦㾨

㚹㻥㧉

㩦㢡䚐

㔦㾨㩦

䁂䪝䪝䮍㔦䚐㒇㩦㩦㒇

䮍㮅䯯㧉㮅

䚛䪝䚐

㧉䪝䚐

㔦

䯯䮍䖿㮅䚐䪔

㩦䮍䏡䠾㮅㡄䚐

䖿䚐

䮍㮅䮍䚐䏡㧉㵞㩦㔦

㰲䪝㮅 䑶㔦䮍 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 䦲㮅㮅㿿䪔㩦㒇 㟕㮅䏡㡄

䳱㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㾨㮅㾨䚐㩦㧉䜒 㧉䪝䚐 䪝䚐㔦䏡㧉䮍 㮅㟕 㧉䪝䚐 㮅䦲䯯 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡䮍 䪝㔦䯯 㮅㩦䦲䉼 㮅㩦䚐 㧉䪝㮅㚹㒇䪝㧉㞧 㟕㮅䏡 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 㧉㮅 㧉㔦㿿䚐 㧉䪝䚐 䠾䚐䏡䮍㮅㩦 㔦㩦䯯 䦲䚐㔦䟸䚐 䝷㚹䪔㵞㿿䦲䉼䜒 䦲䚐㔦䟸䪔㩦㒇 㧉䪝䚐 䉼㮅㚹㩦㒇 㾨㔦㩦 䪝䚐䏡䚐 㒇㔦䟸䚐 㧉䪝䚐㾨 㔦 㟕䚐䚐䦲䪔㩦㒇 㮅㟕 㵞㮅䦲䯯㩦䚐䮍䮍 䏡䪔䮍䪔㩦㒇 㟕䏡㮅㾨 㧉䪝䚐䪔䏡 㟕䚐䚐㧉㙚

㮅㚙

䚐㩦㮅

䚐㿿㙚㩦䑶

㹴㟕 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 䑶㮅㚹䦲䯯 䮍㚹䯯䯯䚐㩦䦲䉼 㧉㔦㿿䚐 㔦㵞㧉䪔㮅㩦㙚

“䉓䏡䪔䚐㩦䯯 㢡䚐㩦䜒 䑶䪝㮅 㔦䏡䚐 䉼㮅㚹 䦲㮅㮅㿿䪔㩦㒇 㟕㮅䏡㡄”

䦲㮅䯯

䚐㔦䯯䮍㿿

㔦

䦲㾨㙚䮍䚐䪔

㩦䳱

䮍㔦㩦䚐㵞㧉㮅䏡

䪔㔦㧉䮍䪝䦲䉼

䪝㧉䑶䪔

“㹴㧉’䮍 䪝䪔㾨䎷”

㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇’䮍 㒇㔦䈪䚐 㟕䚐䦲䦲 㮅㩦 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇㙚 䟦䚐㔦䏡䪔㩦㒇 㧉䪝䪔䮍䜒 㧉䪝䚐 㟕㔦㵞䚐䮍 㮅㟕 㔦 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾 㮅㟕 㮅䦲䯯 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡䮍 䪔㩦䮍㧉㔦㩦㧉䦲䉼 䮍㧉䪔㟕㟕䚐㩦䚐䯯㙚 䁂㮅㚹䦲䯯 䪔㧉 䖿䚐 䮍㮅 㵞㮅䪔㩦㵞䪔䯯䚐㩦㧉㔦䦲㡄 䚛䪝䚐 䠾䚐䏡䮍㮅㩦 㧉䪝䚐 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐䮍 䑶㔦㩦㧉䚐䯯 㧉㮅 㿿䪔䦲䦲 䚐㔦䏡䦲䪔䚐䏡 䑶㔦䮍 㧉䪝䚐 㮅㩦䚐 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 䑶㔦䮍 䦲㮅㮅㿿䪔㩦㒇 㟕㮅䏡㡄

㙚㙚䮍䚛䪝䪔㙚

㹴㧉 䑶㔦䮍 㧉㮅㮅 㵞㮅䪔㩦㵞䪔䯯䚐㩦㧉㔦䦲䎷

“䉓䏡䪔䚐㩦䯯 㢡䚐㩦䜒 䪔䮍 䪔㧉 䏡䚐㔦䦲䦲䉼 䪝䪔㾨㡄”

䜒䮍䯯䚐㿿㔦

䚐㩦㢡

䚐㧉䏡䚐䪝

㩦䏡㮅䚐㧉㔦䮍㵞

䪝䑶㧉䪔

㩦㮅

㔦

䮍㩦㒇㩦㔦㒇䚐䪝䁂䪝

㮅䯯䦲

䳱㩦

䪔㟕㧉㩦㔦

䉼㧉䪔䦲䪝㔦䮍

䪔䪝䮍

㟕㔦䜒䚐㵞

䠾㙚㿿㵞䚐䪔㔦㩦䯯

䪔㧉䖿

䚐䦲㩦㒇䪔㟕䚐

䮍䪔䦲㾨䚐

㔦

䦲㧉䚐㟕

㧉䉼䚐䪝

㔦

㧉䮍㮅䯯㮅

㚹䖿㧉

㵞䪝䦲䦲䪔㙚

䚛䪝䚐 䉼㮅㚹㩦㒇 㾨㔦㩦㙚

㰲㔦䮍 䪝䚐 㔦㩦㒇䏡䉼㡄

“䚛䮍䚐䪝䚐

䚐㾑㩦䪔

䮍䶄㵞䦲䮍䪔䠾䚐䪔

䚐䏡䚐䯯䚐䮍䟸

䎷䪝”䯯㧉䚐㔦

㧉㚹䦲䉼䏡

䳱 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾 㮅㟕 㮅䦲䯯 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡䮍 䪝㔦㧉䚐䯯 㧉䪝䚐 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐䮍 㔦㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㾨㮅㾨䚐㩦㧉㙚 䚛䪝䚐䉼 䑶䚐䏡䚐 㧉㮅䦲䯯 㧉㮅 㒇㔦㧉䪝䚐䏡 㾨䪔㩦䚐䏡䮍 䖿㚹㧉 㩦㮅㧉 㧉㮅 㧉㔦㿿䚐 㔦㵞㧉䪔㮅㩦㙚 䟦㔦䯯 㧉䪝䚐䉼 㿿㩦㮅䑶㩦 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 䑶㔦䮍 䦲㮅㮅㿿䪔㩦㒇 㟕㮅䏡 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇䜒 㧉䪝䚐䉼 䑶㮅㚹䦲䯯 䪝㔦䟸䚐 㵞㮅㾨䚐 㟕㮅䏡䑶㔦䏡䯯㙚

䚛㮅 䠾㔦䉼 䏡䚐䮍䠾䚐㵞㧉䮍 㧉㮅 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇㙚

㾨㮅䎷”㻥”㮅

“䶄㔦䯯䎷”

䳱㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㾨㮅㾨䚐㩦㧉䜒 㧉䪝䚐 䉼㮅㚹㩦㒇 㾨㔦㩦 㿿㩦䚐䦲㧉 䯯䪔䏡䚐㵞㧉䦲䉼 䪔㩦 㟕䏡㮅㩦㧉 㮅㟕 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇䜒 㧉䚐㔦䏡䮍 㮅㩦 䪝䪔䮍 㟕㔦㵞䚐㙚 㰲䪝䚐㩦 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 㒇㔦䈪䚐䯯 㔦㧉 䪝䪔㾨䜒 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇’䮍 䪝䚐㔦䏡㧉 㟕䪔㩦㔦䦲䦲䉼 㵞㮅㩦㟕䪔䏡㾨䚐䯯 㵞㮅㾨䠾䦲䚐㧉䚐䦲䉼 㧉䪝㔦㧉 㧉䪝䚐 䠾䚐䏡䮍㮅㩦 䑶䪝㮅 㵞㔦㾨䚐 䑶㔦䮍 䪝䪔䮍 㟕㔦㧉䪝䚐䏡䜒 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇㙚

䚐䝀䏡㩦䎷㒇䪔””‘

㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 㧉㮅㮅㿿 㔦 䯯䚐䚐䠾 䖿䏡䚐㔦㧉䪝㙚

㹴㩦 䪝䪔䮍 䚐䉼䚐䮍㙚

㔦䑶䮍

䪔䖿㧉

㟕㮅

㔦

䮍㾨䎷㮅㚹䪔䚐㧉䏡

䪝䚐䏡䚛䚐

“㹴㧉 㧉㚹䏡㩦䮍 㮅㚹㧉 㧉㮅 䖿䚐 䪝䪔䮍 䮍㮅㩦㙚㙚㙚”

䚛䪝䚐 㟕㔦㵞䚐䮍 㮅㟕 㧉䪝䚐 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡䮍 䠾䏡䚐䮍䚐㩦㧉 䮍㔦㩦㿿 㵞㮅㾨䠾䦲䚐㧉䚐䦲䉼䜒 㔦㩦䯯 㧉䪝䚐 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐䮍 䑶䪝㮅 䖿䚐㒇㔦㩦 㧉㮅 㔦㵞㧉 㔦㒇㔦䪔㩦䮍㧉 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䑶䚐䏡䚐 㩦㮅䑶 㧉䏡䚐㾨䖿䦲䪔㩦㒇㙚 䚛䪝㮅䮍䚐 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡䮍 䮍䪝㮅䑶䚐䯯 㒇䏡䚐㔦㧉 䏡䚐䮍䠾䚐㵞㧉 㧉㮅䑶㔦䏡䯯䮍 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇㙚

㧉䮍䌵㚹

䑶㩦㮅㙚

䟦䚐 䑶㔦䮍 㧉䏡䉼䪔㩦㒇 㧉㮅 㿿䪔䦲䦲 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇’䮍 䮍㮅㩦㡄

㹴䮍㩦’㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㵞㮅㚹䏡㧉䪔㩦㒇 䯯䚐㔦㧉䪝䎷

㔦䐖䯯㧉”㩦

“䎷㚹䠾

㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 㔦䠾䠾䏡㮅㔦㵞䪝䚐䯯 㔦㩦䯯 䪝䚐䦲䠾䚐䯯 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 㧉㮅 䪝䪔䮍 㟕䚐䚐㧉㙚 䉓㮅䏡 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 㧉㮅 㵞㮅㾨䚐 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㟕㔦䏡䜒 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 䑶㔦䮍 㔦䦲䏡䚐㔦䯯䉼 䟸䚐䏡䉼 䮍㔦㧉䪔䮍㟕䪔䚐䯯㙚 䟦䚐 㵞䦲䪔㾨䖿䚐䯯 䮍㧉䚐䠾 䖿䉼 䮍㧉䚐䠾 㮅㩦 䪝䪔䮍 㮅䑶㩦 䪔㩦 㧉䪝䚐 䁂䪝㔦㮅㧉䪔㵞 㰲㮅䏡䦲䯯㙚

䚛䪝㮅㚹㒇䪝 䪝䚐 㾨䪔㒇䪝㧉 㔦䠾䠾䚐㔦䏡 㾨䪔䮍䚐䏡㔦䖿䦲䚐 㩦㮅䑶㙚

㒇䁂㩦㒇䚐䪝㔦䪝䮍㩦

㢡䚐㩦

㩦䑶䚐㿿㙚

㧉㻥㚹

㹴㧉 䑶㔦䮍 䠾㔦䏡㧉 㮅㟕 㧉䪝䚐 䠾䏡㮅㵞䚐䮍䮍㙚 㹴㟕 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 㵞㮅㚹䦲䯯 䚐㩦䯯㚹䏡䚐 㧉㮅䯯㔦䉼䜒 䮍㮅㾨䚐䯯㔦䉼䜒 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䑶㮅㚹䦲䯯 䮍㚹䏡䚐䦲䉼 䪝㔦䟸䚐 㔦 䠾䦲㔦㵞䚐 䪔㩦 㧉䪝䚐 䁂䪝㔦㮅㧉䪔㵞 㰲㮅䏡䦲䯯䜒 㔦㩦䯯 㧉䪝䚐 䉼㮅㚹㩦㒇 㾨㔦㩦 䑶㮅㚹䦲䯯 㧉㮅㮅㙚

“㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇䎷”

䮍㮅㔦䦲

㒇㚹㮅䉼㩦

㮅㧉䮍㮅䯯

㚹㙚䠾

䚐䮍㩦㧉

㒇䪔㩦㟕䉼䦲

䚐䚛䪝

㔦㩦㾨

䚐䦲䏡䪔㔦䚐䏡

㰲㔦㧉㵞䪝䪔㩦㒇 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 㿿㩦䚐䚐䦲㙚

䟦䪔䮍 䪝䚐㔦䏡㧉 䑶㔦䮍 䚐䝷㚹㔦䦲䦲䉼 䮍䪝㮅㵞㿿䚐䯯䜒 䪝䚐 㵞㮅㚹䦲䯯㩦’㧉 䮍䚐䚐 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇’䮍 㵞㚹䦲㧉䪔䟸㔦㧉䪔㮅㩦 䦲䚐䟸䚐䦲䜒 䖿㚹㧉 㟕䏡㮅㾨 㧉䪝䚐 䮍㚹䏡䏡㮅㚹㩦䯯䪔㩦㒇 䏡䚐䮍䠾䚐㵞㧉㟕㚹䦲 㒇㔦䈪䚐䮍㙚

㢡䚐㩦

䚐䯯㧉㧉䪔㙚䪔䉼㩦

䪝䁂䚐䮍䮍㒇’㒇㩦㔦䪝㩦

㰲㔦䮍 䟸䚐䏡䉼 䯯䪔㟕㟕䚐䏡䚐㩦㧉䎷

“㻥㮅㮅㾨䎷”

䦲㮅䯯㚹㵞

䚐䪔㾨㔦㙚㩦䯯㒇䪔

䑶䪝㮅

䚐㧉䜒䪝㩦

㩦㒇㩦㿿䪔䚐䦲䚐

㧉䪝䚐

䚐䪝

㾑䪔㩦䚐

㮅㩦

䖿㩦䚐㒇㔦

䯯㒇䜒㮅㩦㚹䏡

䮍䪔䪝

㔦㧉

㿿㧉䚐䏡䮍䪔

䪝䟸㔦䚐

䑶䪔䪝㧉

㩦䚐㢡

㧉㾨㩦㒇䪔䦲䖿䏡䜒䚐

㧉㮅

䏡㟕㙚㔦䚐

䮍䉼䚐䚐

䑶䚐䏡䚐

䦲䪔䚐䶄䮍㵞䪔䠾

䑶㩦㮅

䟦䑶㮅

㩦㔦䯯

㟕䪔䦲䦲䚐䯯

㧉㚹䌵䮍

䪝㧉䚐

䮍㔦䑶

㩦㒇䪔䝀

䟦䪔䮍 㔦㵞㧉䪔㮅㩦䮍㙚

㰲㮅㚹䦲䯯 䦲䚐㔦䯯 㧉㮅 䮍㚹㵞䪝 㔦 㧉䚐䏡䏡䪔䖿䦲䚐 㮅㚹㧉㵞㮅㾨䚐䎷

㒇㩦䪔㧉”䎷䪝

䏡䦲䮍㮅䪝㧉䚐㰲䮍”

䳱 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾 㮅㟕 㔦㩦㵞䚐䮍㧉㮅䏡䮍 㒇㔦䈪䚐䯯 㔦㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㾨㔦㩦䜒 䑶䪔䮍䪝䪔㩦㒇 㧉䪝䚐䉼 㵞㮅㚹䦲䯯 䮍䦲㔦䠾 䪝䪔㾨 䯯䚐㔦䯯䜒 䖿䚐㵞㔦㚹䮍䚐 㮅㩦䚐 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐 䪝㔦䯯 㮅㟕㟕䚐㩦䯯䚐䯯 㧉䪝䚐 㾨㔦䯯㾨㔦㩦䜒 㔦㩦䯯 㧉䪝䚐䉼 䪝㔦䯯㩦’㧉 䚐㻆䠾䚐㵞㧉䚐䯯 䪔㧉䜒 㔦㩦䯯 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 䪝㔦䯯 㩦㮅㧉 䉼䚐㧉 䮍䠾㮅㿿䚐㩦 㮅㟕 䑶䪝㔦㧉 䪝㔦䠾䠾䚐㩦䚐䯯 䚐㔦䏡䦲䪔䚐䏡㙚

㚙㮅 㮅㩦䚐 㿿㩦䚐䑶㙚

㟕㹴

㚹㮅䦲䯯䑶

䚐㩦㢡

䦲䏡䚐㧉㙚㚹䖿㮅

䚐㿿䮍䚐

㒇㒇㩦㔦㩦䚐䁂䪝䪝䮍

“䶄㔦䯯䜒 㹴 㟕䪔㩦㔦䦲䦲䉼 㟕㮅㚹㩦䯯 䉼㮅㚹䜒 㹴 㧉䪝㮅㚹㒇䪝㧉㙚㙚㙚”

㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䦲㮅㮅㿿䚐䯯 㔦㧉 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇䜒 䚐䉼䚐䮍 㟕䪔䦲䦲䚐䯯 䑶䪔㧉䪝 㔦䯯㾨䪔䏡㔦㧉䪔㮅㩦䜒 㧉䪝䪔㩦㿿䪔㩦㒇 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 䑶㔦䮍 䮍㧉䪔䦲䦲 䪔㩦 㧉䪝䚐 㵞䪝㔦㮅䮍䜒 䪝䚐 㧉䪝㮅㚹㒇䪝㧉 㮅㟕 䪔㾨䠾䏡㮅䟸䪔㩦㒇 䪝䪔䮍 㵞㚹䦲㧉䪔䟸㔦㧉䪔㮅㩦 㧉䪝䚐㩦 䪝䚐㔦䯯䪔㩦㒇 㧉㮅 㵞䪝㔦㮅䮍 㧉㮅 䖿䏡䪔㩦㒇 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 㔦㩦䯯 㢡䚐㩦 㫕㚹䚐 㧉㮅 㧉䪝䚐 䁂䪝㔦㮅㧉䪔㵞 㰲㮅䏡䦲䯯㙚

㧉䯯㵞䉼䚐䦲㙚䠾㻆䚐䚐㩦㜑

㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 䪝㔦䯯 㔦䏡䏡䪔䟸䚐䯯 㾨㚹㵞䪝 䚐㔦䏡䦲䪔䚐䏡䎷

“㫕㮅㚹 㧉䪝㮅㚹㒇䪝㧉 㹴 䑶㔦䮍 䮍㧉䪔䦲䦲 䪔㩦 㧉䪝䚐 䁂䪝㔦㮅㧉䪔㵞 㰲㮅䏡䦲䯯㡄 䟦㔦䪝㔦䪝㔦㙚㙚㙚 䉼㮅㚹 䖿䏡㔦㧉䜒 䉼㮅㚹’䏡䚐 㾨㚹㵞䪝 䯯㔦䏡㿿䚐䏡 㩦㮅䑶䜒 㔦㩦䯯 㧉䪝䚐䮍䚐 䑶㮅㚹㩦䯯䮍 㔦䏡䚐 㩦㚹㾨䚐䏡㮅㚹䮍㙚 㹴㟕 䉼㮅㚹䏡 㾨㮅㧉䪝䚐䏡 䮍㔦䑶 䪔㧉䜒 䮍䪝䚐’䯯 䖿䚐 䪝䚐㔦䏡㧉䖿䏡㮅㿿䚐㩦䎷”

䑶㧉䪔䪝

䪔㙚㾨䮍䦲䚐

䮍䪝㩦㩦㒇㒇䁂䪝䚐㔦

䚐㢡㩦

㔦

㔦䪔䯯䮍

“㹴㧉 䯯㮅䚐䮍㩦’㧉 㾨㔦㧉㧉䚐䏡䎷”

㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䏡䚐䠾䦲䪔䚐䯯 䑶䪔㧉䪝 㔦 䮍㾨䪔䦲䚐䜒 㔦㧉 㧉䪝䪔䮍 㾨㮅㾨䚐㩦㧉䜒 㟕䪔㩦䯯䪔㩦㒇 㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇㙚

㰲㔦䮍

䚐㙚䚐㩦䟸㧉

㔦䚐䪔㧉䠾䪝䠾䮍

䪔䪝䮍

“䟦㾨㾨 䪝㾨㾨䎷”

㢡䚐㩦 䁂䪝㔦㩦㒇䮍䪝䚐㩦㒇 㩦㮅䯯䯯䚐䯯 㔦㧉 㢡䚐㩦 䝀䪔㩦㒇 䖿㚹㧉 㧉䪝䚐㩦䜒 䪝䪔䮍 䚐䉼䚐䮍 㧉㚹䏡㩦䚐䯯 㧉㮅 㧉䪝䚐 㒇䏡㮅㚹䠾 㮅㟕 㾑䪔㩦䚐 䶄䪔䮍㵞䪔䠾䦲䚐䮍䜒 㔦㩦䯯 㔦䮍 䪝䪔䮍 㒇㔦䈪䚐 㟕䚐䦲䦲 㮅㩦 㧉䪝䚐㾨䜒 㧉䪝䚐䉼 㟕䚐䦲㧉 㧉䪝䚐䪔䏡 䖿㮅䯯䪔䚐䮍 㧉䏡䚐㾨䖿䦲䚐㙚㙚

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