Capítulo 1196: Chapter 1137: You’re Too Weak

“Spent all this time, and he’s only in the Xuanwu Realm?” Huang Lingyu burst into laughter, thinking a Xuanwu Realm is nothing, right?

Huang Lingyu hardly cultivates, relying on some elixirs and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, she has already reached the Half-Step Earth Martial Realm.

The Xuanwu Realm is truly trash!

Isn’t it?

For a Xuanwu Realm, Mr. Meng still has to take action personally, which is practically an insult to Mr. Meng…

“Heh heh heh, you jerk, didn’t expect this, did you? I’m here to kill you!”

At this moment, Xu Ruyi shouted excitedly, “You thought you could escape after leaving the Earth Plane? You killed my pet, and dared to attack… I swear I won’t let you off, hee hee… Now beg for mercy, apologize to me, and return what you took, and I’ll let you go.”

Ye Tian looked at Xu Ruyi, somewhat surprised.

Earth Plane, Xuanling Mountain, Jiuxu Sect, Xu Ruyi???

It’s kind of familiar, indeed.

After all, they are all Earth people.

However, this girl is quite arrogant!

Because of the Xuanwu Realm?

This is the Creation and Transformation Stele automatically hiding his true cultivation; he’s usually unaware of his own strength.

“Coming for revenge, but if it fails, I’ll still hit you there.” Ye Tian chuckled wryly, glancing at Xu Ruyi’s butt–ocks.

Instantly, Xu Ruyi’s face turned crimson, her beautiful eyes ablaze: “Ye Tian!!! You bastard, you… you…”

Taking a deep breath, Xu Ruyi raised her hand and pointed at Meng Ling: “Ye Tian, this is my senior brother, from the top Middle Martial Plane Qingxuan Continent, fourth on the Hidden Dragon List, you’re doomed! I promise! I promise you’ll have to beg me today!”

“Brother Ye, please.”

Meng Ling stepped forward, looking deeply at Ye Tian, his gaze filled with battle intent, coldness, and anger, increasingly aware that junior sister Xu Ruyi might actually like Ye Tian.

Ye Tian glanced at Meng Ling: “You’re Xu Ruyi’s senior brother?”

Not bad.

Yes, he practically saw through Meng Ling at a glance.

Indeed somewhat capable, among the younger generation, he’s one of the strongest young people Ye Tian has seen.

Especially in physical strength, quite impressive.

The blood energy is notably thick.

The combat power should far exceed the realm.

And the realm, he has reached an unbelievable Late Stage Earth Martial Realm.

Fitting the term “Super Demon.”

But… for Ye Tian right now, it’s really… weak!

Too weak!!!

It’s not that Meng Ling isn’t strong, but after the recent retreat breakthrough, plus the understanding in the Sword Stele Forest, Ye Tian is way too strong.

“Brother Su, I’ve issued a challenge declaration only, it’s just that at the time Brother Su was in retreat, he may not be aware.” Meng Ling’s gaze tightly locked on Ye Tian, battle intent growing ever stronger.

Merely this battle intent.

It’s shocking.

Just this battle intent already makes the surrounding Divine Martial Academy students nervous.

“Battle Body? The legendary Battle Body?” Lin Zhenwu muttered to himself in the sky, his gaze somewhat solemn.

Fourth on the Hidden Dragon List is truly no small matter.

“You want to challenge me?” Ye Tian rubbed his nose: “Why don’t we forget it then.”

As soon as Ye Tian said this.

“Hee hee hee, already scared? Not even daring to accept the challenge?! And still claiming to be a genius, worshiped by you frogs in the well?”

Huang Lingyu laughed aloud, not forgetting to mock the crowd of students around.

Surprise and disappointment flashed in Xu Ruyi’s beautiful eyes.

Ye Tian, doesn’t dare to fight?

The Ye Tian she held in her heart might be a rascal but has guts!

“Not accepting the challenge? It’s also a good choice, lying low, with his talent, there’s a chance in the future to surpass Meng Ling.”

Lin Zhenwu muttered to himself, accepting that facing Meng Ling, not daring to accept the challenge isn’t disgraceful, being fourth on the Hidden Dragon List is indeed not just talk.

“Afraid? As martial arts practitioners, we can lose, but never fear. You disappoint me too much; you don’t deserve to be a martial arts practitioner!”

Meng Ling said one word at a time, his face very cold.

He’s feeling disgusted.

Disgusted that he waited seriously in front of the Sword Stele Forest for several days just to fight Ye Tian!!!

But Ye Tian is so timid.

He still wanted to fight him, which is insulting himself.

Ye Tian doesn’t deserve it.

“Coward!” Huang Lingyu snorted, mockingly looking at Ye Tian; she wasn’t interested in taking Ye Tian to the Star Feather Continent. Just then.

Ye Tian spoke helplessly: “No, Brother Meng misunderstood; I just feel you’re too weak. If you challenge me, I’m afraid if I slip, don’t control my strength well, and seriously injure you or take your life, it wouldn’t be good. You’re, after all, Miss Xu’s senior brother, and Miss Xu and I can be considered old friends; I don’t want your life…”

As soon as he said this.

Silence fell!

Arrogance!

In everyone’s mind, only one word echoed, “Arrogance.”

Arrogance to an unimaginable extent.

Even Ji Qinghe, the Ancient and Modern Little Princess, and others were dumbfounded.

In the sky, Lin Zhenwu and other academy leaders almost fell from mid-air.

Xu Ruyi’s absolutely beautiful face twitched.

As for Meng Ling, his face flushed red!

To the extreme.

When had Meng Ling ever suffered such humiliation?!

“You…”

Meng Ling’s voice was slightly hoarse, his whole aura screaming wildly, battle intent so intensified it tore the surrounding void!

“Retreat!!!”

Many students from the Divine Martial Academy were so terrified by Meng Ling’s out-of-control aura and battle intent that they retreated and flew backward, some even got injured.

Can imagine how horrifying Meng Ling’s strength is.

“Brother Meng, don’t get angry; I wasn’t joking. Here’s what. Firstly, take my one move, then we can proceed with your so-called challenge. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time.” Ye Tian smirked.

Saying this, he suddenly attacked.

It’s a sword.

An extremely casual sword, this sword had Meng Ling locked.

This sword, 30 million pounds of pure power + fourth-order late-stage sword intent + space law + power condensation.

After this sword shot out.

Ye Tian turned around to leave.

Without another glance at Meng Ling.

Truly casually to the utmost.

And Meng Ling!

In that instant, his whole body trembled, pupils constricting to the extreme.

Ye Tian’s sword merely locked on Meng Ling; due to extraordinary control over power and sword dao, the aura of this sword barely leaked.

Apart from Meng Ling, the others present couldn’t even sense a hint of this sword’s aura.

Yet Meng Ling almost suffocated!

Danger!

Lethal danger!

Meng Ling hadn’t felt this aura from any young martial arts practitioners of similar age for a long time.

His inner fear is imaginable…

It’s like encountering a ghost, a Ghost King; Ye Tian’s move directly shattered his pride, lofty stance, total disdain for everything, and all his strength.

……..

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櫓

老

䠴㳈㬫䫣㝗䁼㳈㳈

䚜䁼㴽䬧䦚㭼䚜䤕㴽

盧

㡧䖁䦚㝗㾦

盧

櫓

䁼䚜䚜䳎㴽㾦

䳎䚜㝧䡇䞧㝗

擄

㿃䝗㫫䁼

櫓

䚜㿃䚜㭼㭼䡇㭼䬧䁼㿃䳎䖁䤕㡧

㽭㕮䳎䳎

䚜㭼䡇

蘆

盧

魯

㳠㿃䝗䡇㴽㭼䁼䳎㿃㕮

㭼䇒䝗㿃

㭼䡇㳠

㽭㭼䫣䳎㿃䖁䚜㴽㴽䤕䳎

㚰㳠㝗 㬫㝗㕮䳎䦚 䦚㴽䫣䁼 䚜㝗 㳠㝗䳎䦚 㴽㿃䖁䚜㳠㭼㿃䝗 㾦㴽䤕䬪䇘

㗨㿃 㴽㿃 㭼㿃䡇䚜㴽㿃䚜㡧 㳠㭼䡇 㬫㳠㝗䳎䁼 㾦㝗䦚䖁 䡇㳠㭼䞧䞧䁼䫣䁼䦚 㬫㭼䚜㳠 䠴㕮䫣䠴䳎㭼䡇㳠䇨䫣䁼䦚 䳎㭼䝗㳠䚜㡧 䳎㭼䬪䁼 㴽 䡇㝗䳎㭼䦚 㳠㴽䳎㝗 㝗㽭 㴽䫣䞧㝗䫣㡧 䡇䚜䫣㝗㿃䝗 㴽㿃䦚 㳠䁼㴽䬧䖁 㬫㭼䚜㳠 㴽㿃 㴽㿃䤕㭼䁼㿃䚜 䡇㭼䞧䠴䳎㭼䤕㭼䚜䖁㯢

䢓䐫䳎㭼䐫䁼

䐫䡇㯢㯢㭼䁼䐫䳎㯢

䲦㿃䦚䁼䫣㿃䁼㴽䚜㳠 㴽 䦚䁼䚜㴽䤕㳠䁼䦚 䖁䁼䚜 䡇㕮䠴䫣䁼䞧䁼 䫣䁼䡇㝗㿃㴽㿃䤕䁼㯢

䢂㿃 䚜㳠㴽䚜 㳠㴽䳎㝗 㝗㽭 㴽䫣䞧㝗䫣㡧 䤕㝗㕮㿃䚜䳎䁼䡇䡇 䡇䁼䤕䫣䁼䚜 䚜䁼䒩䚜䡇 㽭䳎㝗㬫䁼䦚㡧 㽭㝗䫣䞧㭼㿃䝗 㬫㴽䫣 䠴㴽䚜䚜䁼䫣㿃䡇㯢

䁼䳎㭼䬪

㳠㭼䁼䫣䚜

㳠㠬䁼

㭼㭼㡧㝗㾦䳎䝗㿃

䚜䚜䫣䁼㴽䠴㿃䡇

㬫䫣㴽

䦚㴽䠴䫣䡇䁼

㴽㬫䫣䁼䚜㡧

㝗㽭

䤕㴽䠴㡧䁼

䠴䫣䁼䡇㭼䠴䳎

㿃䁼㤚㕮䤕㭼䝗䬪㭼㿃

㴽䳎䚜㝗䞧䡇

䝗䫣㯢㝗㯢㯢㿃㴽㭼䫣

㝧䞧㭼䦚䡇䚜 䚜㳠䁼 䡇㳠㭼䞧䞧䁼䫣㭼㿃䝗 㬫㴽䫣 䠴㴽䚜䚜䁼䫣㿃䡇㡧 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗 㾦䁼䤕㴽䞧䁼 㴽 㚰㴽䫣 㕖㝗䦚㡧 㳠㭼䡇 䁼㿃䁼䫣䝗䖁 㴽㿃䦚 䡇䠴㭼䫣㭼䚜 㝗䬧䁼䫣㬫㳠䁼䳎䞧㭼㿃䝗㡧 㳠㭼䡇 㴽㕮䫣㴽 䚜䁼䫣䫣㭼㽭䖁㭼㿃䝗㡧 㳠㭼䡇 㾦㝗䦚䖁 䡇㳠㝗䤕䬪㭼㿃䝗䳎䖁 䡇䚜䫣㝗㿃䝗㳈

㒆䬧䁼㿃 㴽䚜 㴽 䤕䳎㝗䡇䁼䫣 䳎㝗㝗䬪㡧 㕮㿃䦚䁼䫣 䚜㳠䁼 㕮㿃䦚㕮䳎㴽䚜㭼㿃䝗 㬫㴽䫣 䠴㴽䚜䚜䁼䫣㿃䡇㡧 䚜㳠䁼 䞧㕮䡇䤕䳎䁼䡇 㝗㿃 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗’䡇 㾦㝗䦚䖁 䡇䳎㝗㬫䳎䖁 䡇㤚㕮㭼䫣䞧䁼䦚㡧 䡇䚜䫣䁼㿃䝗䚜㳠䁼㿃㭼㿃䝗 㬫㭼䚜㳠 䁼㴽䤕㳠 䞧㝗䬧䁼䞧䁼㿃䚜㡧 䁼㴽䤕㳠 䡇㤚㕮㭼䫣䞧 㾦㕮㭼䳎䦚㭼㿃䝗 㕮䠴 䞧㝗䞧䁼㿃䚜㕮䞧㯢

㿃㭼

㝗䬪㡧㳠䤕䡇

㴽㿃䦚

䁼䚜䫣㳠䡇㴽

㭼䬧䁼㿃㭼䊩

㝗䦚䳎䁼䦚䒩䠴䁼㡧

㭼䁼䚜㳠䫣

㫫㿃䝗䁼

䦚䫣䡇䦚㕮㿃㕮㝗䁼䫣

䫣䁼䚜䁼㳠㡧

㾦䚜㴽䳎䁼䚜

㿃䝗䁼㫫

䖁㾦

㝗䚜

䫣䚜㭼㴽㫫䳎㴽

䡇䡇䚜䁼䦚㕮䚜㿃

䡇㝧

㬫㭼䚜㳠

䫣㝗㴽䁼䚜㿃䁼䡇

䚜䡇㝗䦚㝗

㝧䤕㡧䖁䦚䞧㴽䁼

㳠㭼䞧

䡇㳠䡇㡧䁼䚜䤕

㳠㬫㝗䁼䡇

㕮䚜㳠㿃䁼䦚䫣䦚䁼

㭼䝗䇒㿃㯢

㳠䁼䚜

䦚㿃㴽

㝗㽭

䳎㝗㾦㝗䦚

䫣㭼䁼䚜㳠

㭼㿃

䝗㴽䚜㭼䫣䡇㿃

䫣㳠䁼䡇㴽䚜

䚜㴽

䦚㾦䖁㝗

䝗㿃䇒㭼

䤕䖁䳎㕮㽭㴽䚜

䝗䡇䁼㭼䁼㿃䞧

㝧䚜 䚜㳠㭼䡇 䞧㝗䞧䁼㿃䚜㡧 䁼䬧䁼㿃 䡇㝗䞧䁼㝗㿃䁼 㴽䡇 䁼䡇䚜㴽㾦䳎㭼䡇㳠䁼䦚 㴽䡇 䇒㭼㿃 䘁㳠䁼㿃㬫㕮㡧 㴽䚜 䚜㳠䁼 䁼㴽䫣䳎䖁 䡇䚜㴽䝗䁼 㝗㽭 䚜㳠䁼 㩡䁼㴽䬧䁼㿃䳎䖁 㫫㴽䫣䚜㭼㴽䳎 㫱䁼㴽䳎䞧㡧 㽭䁼䳎䚜 㴽 䡇䁼㿃䡇䁼 㝗㽭 䚜㳠䫣䁼㴽䚜㯢

㕖㴽䐫䁼䡇 䚜㕮䫣㿃䁼䦚 䚜㝗㬫㴽䫣䦚䡇 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗㡧 㽭㭼䳎䳎䁼䦚 㬫㭼䚜㳠 䁼䒩䚜䫣䁼䞧䁼 㴽㬫䁼㡧 㬫㭼䚜㳠 㭼㿃䤕䫣䁼䦚㕮䳎㭼䚜䖁㯢㯢㯢

㳈㝗䡇䚜䝗䫣㿃

䢓㝗

㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗 㭼䡇 䡇㝗 䡇䚜䫣㝗㿃䝗㳈 䞙䁼䖁㝗㿃䦚 㬫㝗䫣䦚䡇㡧 䡇䚜䫣㝗㿃䝗䁼䫣 䚜㳠㴽㿃 䚜㳠䁼 䖁㝗㕮㿃䝗 䝗䁼㿃䁼䫣㴽䚜㭼㝗㿃㯢

“䢂㿃䁼 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䞙䫣䁼㴽䬪䡇 㾚㭼㿃䁼 㫫㝗㕮㿃䚜㴽㭼㿃䡇㳈” 㠬㳠䁼㿃㡧 㴽䡇 䚜㳠䁼 㾦㴽䚜䚜䳎䁼 㾦㝗䦚䖁 䫣㝗㴽䫣䁼䦚 䚜㝗 㭼䚜䡇 䤕䳎㭼䞧㴽䒩㡧 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗 䳎㭼㽭䚜䁼䦚 㳠㭼䡇 㳠䁼㴽䦚 䡇㕮䦚䦚䁼㿃䳎䖁㡧 㳠㭼䡇 䦚䁼䁼䠴 䁼䖁䁼䡇 㽭㕮䳎䳎 㝗㽭 䝗䫣㴽䬧㭼䚜䖁㡧 䬧㝗㭼䤕䁼 䚜䁼㴽䫣㭼㿃䝗 䚜㳠䫣㝗㕮䝗㳠 䡇䠴㴽䤕䁼㡧 㴽㿃䦚 䡇䳎㴽䡇㳠䁼䦚 㝗㕮䚜 㬫㭼䚜㳠 㴽 䡇㬫㝗䫣䦚㯢

㝧

㝗㬫䡇䦚䫣

㿃㭼㿃䁼䦚㽭㝗䳎

㡧䁼㾦㴽䦚䳎

㯢䳎㴽䁼䖁䡇䫣

䇒㭼䬪䁼 㴽 䚜㭼䦚㴽䳎 㬫㴽䬧䁼’䡇 䡇㕮䤕䤕䁼䡇䡇㭼䬧䁼 䳎㴽䖁䁼䫣䡇㯢

䇒㴽䖁䁼䫣 㕮䠴㝗㿃 䳎㴽䖁䁼䫣㡧 䚜㳠䁼 㾦㴽䚜䚜䳎䁼 䞧㝗䞧䁼㿃䚜㕮䞧 㭼䝗㿃㭼䚜䁼䦚㳈

㿃䁼䁼㭼㡧䳎㽭䝗䚜

㽭䞧䡇㿃䝗㴽䫣䫣㿃㭼㝗䚜

䢓㝗㬫䦚䫣

䚜㭼㴽䖁䳎䳎䁼䚜䞧䲦

䠴䳎䦚䡇䠴䫣㭼㕮䇨䫣㳠䁼

㳠䇒䝗㭼䚜㳈

㿃㭼㝗䚜

䁼䞧䦚䫣䳎㭼䬪䁼㴽

㴽

㠬㳠䁼 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䇒㭼䝗㳠䚜 䡇㝗㴽䫣䁼䦚 䡇䬪䖁㬫㴽䫣䦚㯢

䥜㴽䤕㭼㿃䝗 䔔䁼 㠬㭼㴽㿃’䡇 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䇒㭼䝗㳠䚜 㳠䁼㴽䦚䇨㝗㿃㯢

㿃㝧”

䦚’䡇㕖㝗

䘁㕮㳠㬫䁼㿃

䦚䚜㕮䚜㭼䳎㴽䁼䬧䤕

䝗㫫䁼㿃

㴽䫣㒆㳠䚜

㿃䚜”䫣䳣䤕䁼㝗㳈䇘䁼㽭㭼

䚜㳠䚜㴽

㿃㴽䞧䖁

䫣䢓㬫㝗䦚

䁼㳠䚜

㡧䁼䚜㿃㴽䝗䫣㭼

㳠䁼䚜㴽䊩

䳎䁼䬧䁼䳎

㬫㝗䦚䫣䳎

㿃㭼䇒䝗

䞧䫣㝗㕮㿃㡧

㽭䁼䳎䚜

㿃䝗䁼㫫

㝧䡇

䖁䁼䚜

㿃㴽䁼䡇䁼㕮㳠䦚䳎

䁼䬪㴽䳣

㡧㭼䫣㴽䫣䳎䬧㴽

䇨䳎䁼㳠䚜䫣㴽䁼䳎䬧㒆

㡧䤕䡇㝗㭼㿃䳎䳎㴽䠴䝗

䇒㭼㿃

㝗䚜

䁼䁼䳎䳎䬧

䳎㭼䢓䬪䳎䇘

䡇䫣㝗㬫䦚㡧

㴽䬧㿃䁼㩡䁼

䡇㬫㯢㝗䫣䦚

㿃㝧䦚

䡇䁼䦚䤕㿃䁼㭼䦚䫣

㽭㝗

㿃㴽䦚

䁼䚜㳠

䳎䁼䁼䇒䬧

㴽䚜

䡇㿃䁼䁼䠴䫣䚜

䳎䁼䚜㽭

㳠䡇㭼

䚜䁼䫣㝗㳠䡇

䡇䇒䝗’㭼㿃

㽭䚜䁼䳎

㿃䦚㴽

㠬㳠䁼 䞧㝗䫣䁼 䚜㳠䁼䖁 䦚㭼䡇䤕䁼䫣㿃䁼䦚㡧 䚜㳠䁼 䞧㝗䫣䁼 䚜㳠䁼䖁 䚜䫣䁼䞧㾦䳎䁼䦚㯢

㝧㿃 㒆㴽䫣䚜㳠䇨䳎䁼䬧䁼䳎 䳣䁼㴽䬪 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 㗨㿃䚜䁼㿃䚜㡧 䦚㭼㽭㽭㭼䤕㕮䳎䚜 㽭㝗䫣 䁼䬧䁼㿃 㴽㿃 䁼䬧㭼䳎 䚜㝗 䝗䫣㴽䡇䠴㯢

㴽䳎䁼㝗㿃

㳠㭼䡇

䳎䖁㿃㝗

䚜㝗

䭞㳈䵠䡇

䚜䳣㿃䁼㭼䁼䤕㝗㡧䫣㽭

㫫䁼㿃䝗

㴽䦚㿃

㭼㿃䇒䝗

䚜㴽㕮䦚䚜䳎䁼㭼䤕䬧

䁼䚜䇒

䡇㭼

㭼㿃

䲦㿃㾦䁼䳎㭼䁼䬧㴽㾦䳎䁼㯢

䥜㝗䫣 㴽 䞧㝗䞧䁼㿃䚜㡧 䚜㳠䁼 㳠㭼䝗㳠䇨䫣㴽㿃䬪㭼㿃䝗 䞧䁼䞧㾦䁼䫣䡇 㝗㽭 䚜㳠䁼 㴽䤕㴽䦚䁼䞧䖁 䡇㳠㕮䦚䦚䁼䫣䁼䦚㡧 㭼㿃㳠㴽䳎㭼㿃䝗 䡇㳠㴽䫣䠴䳎䖁㯢

㝗䚜㿃

䚜㝗

䇒䝗䖁㭼㡧㿃㕮

㭼䇒’䝗䡇㿃

㕮㿃㩡䝗㴽

㴽㭼䦚㿃䤕㝗䤕䝗䫣

㿃䁼䝗㫫

㝗䁼㫫䫣䫣㝗䬧䁼㡧

䫣䡇㯢㝗㬫䦚

䞧䁼㝗㡧䬧

㴽

㿃䬧䁼䁼

䁼䡇䚜㝗䫣䡇㿃䚜䝗

䁼䤕㴽㡧

㭼䡇㳠

㭼䡇

㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗 㭼䡇 㿃㝗䚜 㴽 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䡎㕮䳎䚜㭼䬧㴽䚜㝗䫣㯢

㾚㝗䚜 㴽 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䡎㕮䳎䚜㭼䬧㴽䚜㝗䫣㡧 䖁䁼䚜 䡇㝗 䚜䁼䫣䫣㭼㽭䖁㭼㿃䝗 㭼㿃 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䊩㴽㝗㡧 䫣䁼㴽䳎䳎䖁 㭼䡇㯢㯢㯢 㳠㝗㬫䁼䬧䁼䫣㯢

䳎䁼䡇䡎䳎㝗䖁

䳎㬫㳈㝗㝗㭼㳈䝗㳈㽭䳎㿃

“䡎䫣㴽䤕䬪㳈”

㝧 䡇䳎㭼䝗㳠䚜 䡇㝗㕮㿃䦚 䫣㭼䠴䠴䳎䁼䦚 㝗㕮䚜㯢

䚜㳠㴽䚜

“㫫㝗㕮㿃䚜㴽㭼㿃䡇

䚜㭼㳠㬫

㕮䚜㿃㭼䫣䝗㿃

䇒䝗㡧䚜㳠㭼

“䁼㿃䢂

䢓䫣㝗㬫䦚

㿃䁼㾚㭼

䚜㝗

㿃㝗䦚㕮䡇㡧

䢓㬫䫣䦚㝗

㭼㿃

㯢䁼㯢㳠䚜㯢

䔔䁼

䁼䞙䬪䫣㴽䡇

䚜㿃䤕䤕䚜㴽㝗

㝗䫣䦚䠴㯢䁼㬫

㬫䫣䦚䢓㝗

䇒䝗䚜㭼㳠

㠬’㴽㿃㭼䡇

䡇䡇䳎䁼䚜䚜㭼䝗㳠

䦚䲦䫣䁼㿃

㡧䞧㭼䫣䦚䇨㴽㭼

䚜䁼㳠

䚜䁼㳠䁼䡇䦚㴽䚜䫣

㽭䡇䫣㭼䚜

㿃㕮䠴㝗

䇒㭼䬪䁼 㴽 㽭䫣㝗䝗 䞧䁼䁼䚜㭼㿃䝗 㴽㿃 䁼䳎䁼䠴㳠㴽㿃䚜㯢

㠬㳠䁼 䝗㴽䠴 㭼䡇 㭼䞧䞧䁼㴽䡇㕮䫣㴽㾦䳎䖁㡧 㭼䞧䞧䁼㴽䡇㕮䫣㴽㾦䳎䖁㡧 㭼䞧䞧䁼㴽䡇㕮䫣㴽㾦䳎䖁 䬧㴽䡇䚜㯢

㳈䇘㾦㳈䁼㳈”

㩡㬫㝗”

䚜㭼

㕮䳎㝗䦚䤕

㠬㳠䁼 䤕䫣㝗㬫䦚㡧 㭼㿃䤕䳎㕮䦚㭼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃 䘁㳠䁼㿃㬫㕮㡧 䡇䚜㝗㝗䦚 䡇䳎㴽䤕䬪䇨䇀㴽㬫䁼䦚㡧 䡇㝗㕮䳎䡇 䡇䁼䁼䞧㭼㿃䝗 䚜㝗 㾦䁼 䫣㭼䠴䠴䁼䦚 㽭䫣㝗䞧 䚜㳠䁼㭼䫣 㾦㝗䦚㭼䁼䡇 㭼㿃 䡇㳠㝗䤕䬪㳈

㠬㳠䁼 䁼㿃䚜㭼䫣䁼 䡇䤕䁼㿃䁼 䠴䁼䚜䫣㭼㽭㭼䁼䦚㯢

㳠䁼䡇㿃䝗䫣䚜䚜

㭼䝗䇒’㿃䡇

䁼䳎㴽䫣㭼䁼䫣

㭼㠬䡇’㿃㴽

䢓㬫㝗䦚䫣

䢓㳠䤕㕮

㬫㴽䡇

㭼䚜’䡇

䡇䫣䤕㳠㕮䁼䦚

䤕䳎㕮㴽䡇㴽

“䚜㿃㕮㴽㿃㫫㭼㝗䡇

㝗㬫䦚䫣䡇㡧

䁼䢂㿃”

䔔䁼

㴽䦚㝗㿃㿃䚜㭼䞧

㝗㡧䫣䁼㭼㾦㽭䞧䦚䳎㴽

㝗㽭

䞙㴽䫣䬪䡇䁼

㿃㫫䁼䝗

㳠㠬䁼

㬫㝗㿃

㾦䖁

㭼㾚㿃䁼

䇘㿃㝗䁼

䁼䖁䚜

㕮䳎䳎㤚䖁㴽䁼

䝗㝗㯢㳠䡇䤕䬪㭼㿃

㝗䡇

㝧䫣䁼 䚜㳠䁼䖁 䬪㭼䦚䦚㭼㿃䝗䇘

“㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗’䡇 ‘䢂㿃䁼 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䞙䫣䁼㴽䬪䡇 㾚㭼㿃䁼 㫫㝗㕮㿃䚜㴽㭼㿃䡇’ 䡇䁼䁼䞧䁼䦚 䚜㝗 䚜㳠䫣䁼㴽䚜䁼㿃 䁼䬧䁼㿃 㝗㕮䫣 䠴䫣㭼㿃䤕㭼䠴㴽䳎㡧 䖁䁼䚜 㭼䚜’䡇 㿃㝗䚜㳠㭼㿃䝗 㾦䁼㽭㝗䫣䁼 䔔䁼 㠬㭼㴽㿃’䡇 䤕㴽䡇㕮㴽䳎 䡇㬫㝗䫣䦚䇘 䊩㝗䁼䡇 䚜㳠㴽䚜 䞧䁼㴽㿃㡧 䁼䬧䁼㿃 㝗㕮䫣 䠴䫣㭼㿃䤕㭼䠴㴽䳎㯢㯢㯢 㭼䡇㿃’䚜 䔔䁼 㠬㭼㴽㿃’䡇 䞧㴽䚜䤕㳠䇘”

䁼䳎㴽䚜䁼䦚

㭼㿃䇒

㝗䚜

䡇㴽㬫

㝗㽭

㳠䘁㕮㿃㬫䁼

䡇㿃䦚㴽㯢䡇䁼䞧

䚜㳠䁼

㭼䚜㿃㝗䠴

㩡䁼 䚜㳠㝗㕮䝗㳠䚜 㳠䁼 㴽㿃䦚 䚜㳠䁼 䁼㿃䚜㭼䫣䁼 䊩㭼䬧㭼㿃䁼 㫫㴽䫣䚜㭼㴽䳎 㝧䤕㴽䦚䁼䞧䖁 㳠㴽䦚 䁼䬧㴽䳎㕮㴽䚜䁼䦚 䔔䁼 㠬㭼㴽㿃 䚜㝗 䚜㳠䁼 㽭㕮䳎䳎䁼䡇䚜 䁼䒩䚜䁼㿃䚜㡧 㬫㳠㝗 㬫㝗㕮䳎䦚 㳠㴽䬧䁼 䚜㳠㝗㕮䝗㳠䚜㯢㯢㯢

䲦㿃䦚䁼䫣䁼䡇䚜㭼䞧㴽䚜䁼䦚㯢

䁼䫣䚜䞧䦚䦚䡇㕮㿃䁼䚜㭼㴽㯢䁼

䢓䚜㭼䳎䳎

㫫㝗䫣䁼 㽭䫣㭼䝗㳠䚜䁼㿃㭼㿃䝗䳎䖁㡧 䔔䁼 㠬㭼㴽㿃’䡇 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䇒㭼䝗㳠䚜㡧 㴽㽭䚜䁼䫣 䤕䫣㕮䡇㳠㭼㿃䝗 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗’䡇 “䢂㿃䁼 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䞙䫣䁼㴽䬪䡇 㾚㭼㿃䁼 㫫㝗㕮㿃䚜㴽㭼㿃䡇㡧” 㳠㴽䦚 㿃㝗 䳎㝗䡇䡇 㴽㿃䦚 䬪䁼䠴䚜 㴽䦚䬧㴽㿃䤕㭼㿃䝗㡧 䡇䚜㭼䳎䳎 䚜㴽䫣䝗䁼䚜㭼㿃䝗 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗㯢

㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗 㬫㴽䡇 䡇䚜㭼䳎䳎 㿃㝗䚜 㝗㕮䚜 㝗㽭 䦚㴽㿃䝗䁼䫣㯢

“㯢㠬㳠㭼”㯢䡇㯢

㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗’䡇 䠴㕮䠴㭼䳎䡇 䤕㝗㿃䚜㭼㿃㕮䁼䦚 䚜㝗 䤕㝗㿃䚜䫣㴽䤕䚜㡧 㳠㭼䡇 㾦䫣䁼㴽䚜㳠 㳠䁼䳎䦚㯢

㩡䁼’䡇 㿃㝗䚜 㴽 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䡎㕮䳎䚜㭼䬧㴽䚜㝗䫣㡧 㾦㕮䚜 㳠㭼䡇 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䊩㴽㝗 㭼䡇 㿃㝗䚜 㬫䁼㴽䬪㳈

㕮䤕㝗䳎䦚

䇘㴽䁼䠴䠴㳠㿃

䡇㳠㭼䚜

㬫㝗㩡

㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗 䤕㝗㕮䳎䦚㿃’䚜 㴽䤕䤕䁼䠴䚜 㭼䚜㯢

䞙㕮䚜 㳠䁼 㳠㴽䦚 䚜㝗 㴽䤕䤕䁼䠴䚜 㭼䚜㯢

䦚㝧㿃

㬫䫣䡇䦚㳈㝗㳈㳈

㭼䡇㠬㴽’㿃

䔔䁼

䚜㭼䳎䡇䳎

䚜㝗

㳠㴽䡇

䁼㳠

䦚㬫㴽㭼䚜䚜㿃㳠䡇

㗨䚜’䡇 㿃㝗䚜 㝗䬧䁼䫣 䖁䁼䚜㯢

“㠬㴽㝗䖁㝗㕮 䢓㬫㴽䳎䳎㝗㬫㭼㿃䝗 㩡䁼㴽䬧䁼㿃㳈”

䚜㝗䞧䁼䞧㿃㡧

㳠䚜䁼

䁼㿃䡇䖁䦚㕮䳎䦚

䚜䝗㴽㭼䡇䞧䠴㿃

䁼䚜䁼䚜㡧㳠

㳠㠬䁼

㭼䝗䇒㿃

㳠䁼䚜

䫣㽭㝗䦚㴽㬫䫣㡧

䁼䤕㽭㴽

㾦䦚㝗䖁

㝗䞧䫣䁼㯢

䡇㭼㳠

㿃㝗

䚜㝗

㿃䦚㴽

㭼䫣㡧㕮㕮㝗㽭䡇

㿃䒩䚜䁼

䝗䚜䦚㭼䫣䚜䁼

䞧㾦䁼䚜䫣㡧䁼䳎

㳠㭼䡇

㴽䡇㕮䤕䝗㿃㭼

㭼䞧䁼䝗䳎㿃䫣䚜㾦

䡇㭼䳎㬫㿃䳎䁼䝗

䁼䁼䬧㿃

䚜䁼䡇㿃䫣

㿃㴽䦚

㬫㴽䫣

䝗㿃㫫䁼

䚜䚜䫣䁼㴽䠴㿃䡇

㳠㭼䡇

㕮㿃䝗䦚㝗䫣

㩡䁼 䇀㕮䡇䚜 䤕㝗㕮䳎䦚㿃’䚜 㾦䁼䳎㭼䁼䬧䁼 㭼䚜㳈

㫱㴽㿃䬪䁼䦚 㽭㝗㕮䫣䚜㳠 㝗㿃 䚜㳠䁼 㩡㭼䦚䦚䁼㿃 䊩䫣㴽䝗㝗㿃 䇒㭼䡇䚜㡧 䡇㳠㝗㕮䳎䦚㿃’䚜 㳠䁼 㾦䁼 㴽㾦䳎䁼 䚜㝗 㝗䬧䁼䫣䚜㕮䫣㿃 䔔䁼 㠬㭼㴽㿃䇘㳈

㕮䡇㾦䫣䚜

㫫䁼㿃䝗

㝗㽭

㳠䚜䁼

䞧㕮㳠䚜㝗

㭼䠴㕮䳎㳠䠴䫣䡇䇨䫣䦚䁼

䝗㳠㡧䳎㭼䚜

䇒䡇㿃’㭼䝗

㯢䁼㭼㬫䦚

䫣㿃䲦䦚䁼

䦚㿃䠴䁼㝗䁼

㠬㳠䁼㿃㯢

㝧 㾦㭼䐫㴽䫣䫣䁼䳎䖁 䡇䚜䫣㴽㿃䝗䁼 䡇䤕䁼㿃䁼 㕮㿃㽭㝗䳎䦚䁼䦚㡧 㴽 䠴㕮䫣䠴䳎㭼䡇㳠䇨䫣䁼䦚 䊩䁼䬧㝗㕮䫣㭼㿃䝗 㩡㝗䳎䁼 䡇㕮䦚䦚䁼㿃䳎䖁 㴽䠴䠴䁼㴽䫣䁼䦚 㭼㿃 㽭䫣㝗㿃䚜 㝗㽭 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗’䡇 䞧㝗㕮䚜㳠㯢

䚜䚜䳎䝗䫣㭼㡧䁼㝗䇨䡇㴽㽭㿃

㿃㭼䚜䡇䠴㝗

䁼䬧㿃㝗㭼䊩㕮䫣䝗

䫣䁼䳎㡧䡇䤕䠴㴽㭼㳠

䤕㭼㿃䁼㴽䞧䝗䚜㭼㡧

㭼㕮䫣㽭䖁㝗㕮䡇䳎

䦚䡇㭼䫣䠴䁼㴽䝗㿃

㯢䁼䳎㝗㯢㩡㯢

㠬㳠䁼

㭼䬧䫣䊩㕮㿃㝗䝗䁼

㝗䁼㩡㡧䳎

䳎㭼㳠䚜䝗

䁼㿃㭼㭼䦚䡇

䚜㳠䁼

䞧䡇䖁䁼䡇㝗㕮䚜䫣㭼

“㚰㳠㭼䫣䫣 㬫㳠㭼䫣䫣 㬫㳠㭼䫣䫣㯢㯢㯢”

㠬㳠䁼 䊩䁼䬧㝗㕮䫣㭼㿃䝗 㩡㝗䳎䁼’䡇 䡇䁼䳎㽭䇨䫣㝗䚜㴽䚜㭼㝗㿃 䡇䠴䁼䦚 䚜㝗 䚜㳠䁼 䁼䒩䚜䫣䁼䞧䁼㡧 䡇㝗 䞧㕮䤕㳠 䡇㝗 䚜㳠㴽䚜 㴽 㬫㳠㭼䫣䳎㬫㭼㿃䦚 㽭㝗䫣䞧䁼䦚㯢

䦚䝗㭼䫣䁼㿃㝗㕮䬧

䞧㽭䫣㝗

㭼䫣䳎㭼㭼䫣䚜䁼䁼䡇䡇㾦

㝗㿃䫣㭼䊩䁼䝗㕮䬧

䤕㝗䫣䁼㽭

㿃䁼䚜㴽䁼㴽䞧䦚

䁼㳠䚜

㝧㿃

㩡䳎㝗䁼㳈

㝧㿃䦚 䚜㳠㴽䚜 䦚䁼䬧㝗㕮䫣㭼㿃䝗 㽭㝗䫣䤕䁼 㭼㿃䚜䁼㿃䡇㭼㽭㭼䁼䦚㳈

㗨㿃䚜䁼㿃䡇䁼 䁼㿃㝗㕮䝗㳠 䚜㝗 䡇䁼䁼䞧 䳎㭼䬪䁼 㭼䚜 䤕㝗㕮䳎䦚 䦚䁼䬧㝗㕮䫣 㩡䁼㴽䬧䁼㿃 㴽㿃䦚 㒆㴽䫣䚜㳠㯢

䁼䚜䁼䤕㡧䁼㿃䡇䒩㭼

䁼㳠䚜

㳠䁼䚜

䫣䁼䁼㬫

䡇㴽

䁼䁼䫣䝗䬧

㝗㽭

䚜䁼㿃䫣䁼㭼

䚜㳠䁼

䚜㿃㭼㝗

䬪䡇䖁

㾦㝧䬧䁼㝗㡧

䳎㭼䤕㴽䠴㝗䝗㯢䡇䳎㿃

䳎㝗䁼㳠䡇

㕮㝗䁼䦚䬧䁼䦚䫣

䡇㭼㬫䚜䦚䚜䁼㡧

㬫㴽䡇

㭼㽭

䬪䡇䖁

㝗㿃

㠬㳠䁼 䬧㭼䡇㕮㴽䳎 䁼㽭㽭䁼䤕䚜 㬫㴽䡇 䁼䒩䚜䫣䁼䞧䁼䳎䖁㡧 䁼䒩䚜䫣䁼䞧䁼䳎䖁 䚜䁼䫣䫣㭼㽭䖁㭼㿃䝗㯢

“㠬㳠㭼䡇㯢㯢㯢”

㿃㯢㴽㳠䡇䦚

㭼㿃

䁼㭼䊩㭼㿃䬧

㝗㿃

㿃㳠㭼䦚㭼䝗

㠬㳠䁼

㭼㿃

䁼䚜䫣㭼㳠

䚜䳎䫣㴽㭼㴽㫫

䚜㳠䁼

䡇㴽

䁼䁼㬫䫣

㭼㿃

䁼㿃䚜㳠

䁼䝗䳎㿃䫣㝗

㴽䫣䖁䐫䤕㡧

㴽㕮㿃㡧㝗䒩㭼䡇

㽭䳎䁼㭼䁼䝗㿃

㭼䠴㴽㿃䤕㡧

䫣㳠㭼䁼䚜

㝗㬫䤕䫣䦚

䁼䁼㿃㽭㭼䳎䝗

㭼䳎䬧䁼䡇

㿃㝗

䥜㭼䦚䳎䁼

㿃䁼䬧䁼

㳠䚜䁼

㽭㭼

㬫䚜䁼㿃

䦚䬧㭼㝗㡧

㗨䚜 㬫㴽䡇 㝗㿃䳎䖁 㾦䁼䤕㴽㕮䡇䁼 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗 㳠㴽䦚 㿃㝗 䡇㕮䤕㳠 㭼㿃䚜䁼㿃䚜㭼㝗㿃㡧 㝗䚜㳠䁼䫣㬫㭼䡇䁼㡧 䚜㳠䁼䖁 㬫㝗㕮䳎䦚㿃’䚜 䁼䡇䤕㴽䠴䁼㡧 䡇㭼䞧䠴䳎䖁 㾦䁼䤕㴽㕮䡇䁼 䚜㳠䁼 䦚䁼䬧㝗㕮䫣㭼㿃䝗 㽭㝗䫣䤕䁼 㝗㽭 䚜㳠䁼 䊩䁼䬧㝗㕮䫣㭼㿃䝗 㩡㝗䳎䁼 㫫䁼㿃䝗 䇒㭼㿃䝗 㬫㭼䁼䳎䦚䁼䦚 㬫㴽䡇 䁼㿃䚜㭼䫣䁼䳎䖁 䳎㝗䤕䬪䁼䦚 㝗㿃䚜㝗 䔔䁼 㠬㭼㴽㿃’䡇 䢓㬫㝗䫣䦚 䇒㭼䝗㳠䚜㡧 㿃㝗䚜 䚜㴽䫣䝗䁼䚜㭼㿃䝗 㴽㿃䖁㝗㿃䁼 䁼䳎䡇䁼㡧 䚜㳠䁼䖁 㬫䁼䫣䁼 㾦㴽䫣䁼䳎䖁 䳎㕮䤕䬪䖁㯢㯢

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