I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 1952: 1951: The Birth of the Bone Blade, Men Are Born to Kill
Chapter 1952: Chapter 1951: The Birth of the Bone Blade, Men Are Born to Kill
A villain like Young Master Yin-Yang encountered a villain like Xu Zimei, who cares for nothing.
Everyone felt a sense of satisfaction.
It would be best if both were to suffer heavy losses.
Young Master Yin-Yang could no longer harm others, and Xu Zimei couldn’t break the seal of the Bone Blade either.
When this slash came down, Young Master Yin-Yang was unafraid.
Even though his cultivation was low and his realm unstable, with his body exhausted by indulgence.
Yet Young Master Yin-Yang looked directly at Xu Zimei, as if he didn’t take his blade seriously.
“Boom” sounded.
As the void in front exploded, just as the blade was about to slash Young Master Yin-Yang.
A black and white force suddenly surged from his body.
This force was like Yin and Yang Qi, intertwined and blocked Xu Zimei’s Blade Qi.
“I said, you can’t kill me,” Young Master Yin-Yang said with a smug smile.
Feeling the power of Yin and Yang within himself, he continued, “My father spent vast resources.
Even using a portion of his Divine Soul to create a shield for me.”
“How hard can it be to break it?” Xu Zimei replied.
He gripped his blade again, his Blade Intent like cleaving and slicing, with his blade radiating across the nine-layered heaven.
The Blade Qi broke through the void, surging continuously.
“One Slash to Slay Ten Thousand Immortals!”
This one slash caused immortals to fall, gods to perish before it, and Buddhas to be chopped.
The Blade Qi was white, as if it belonged to a million ethereal immortals.
But when the Blade Qi fell, its color turned increasingly red, blood-red.
It seemed to slash ten thousand immortals, staining the blade blood-red.
“What powerful Blade Qi,” someone exclaimed.
The weak dared not even look at the Blade Qi for fear of blinding themselves.
While the strong marveled repeatedly.
“Where does this mighty being come from!”
“No matter how strong he is, if he opposes the Acacia cult, he might still fall short.”
“As one of the Nine Great Sovereigns of Eastgate City, the Acacia cult, though not the most elite.
Yet, it also has formidable Three Flowers experts!”
The crowd debated endlessly.
When this slash fell, the power on Young Master Yin-Yang also sensed the threat.
It began roaring continuously.
The Yin and Yang Qi formed a shield, shifting like the weather.
“Boom, boom.”
The strength of Xu Zimei’s slash was such that before it hit the Yin-Yang shield, the immense pressure had already caused cracks to appear on the shield.
Eventually, the shield was completely shattered.
Unable to withstand the Blade Qi for long.
“No,” Young Master Yin-Yang only then realized fear.
The ace he took pride in seemed useless.
Seeing the slash about to descend, Young Master Yin-Yang was petrified. From within the broken Yin-Yang shield came an aged voice.
“Whoever dares harm my son, I will chase you to the ends of the earth.”
This aged voice was filled with anger.
He knew his son might be killed.
Sadly he wasn’t nearby, he could only threaten.
However, Xu Zimei ignored the threat, slashing down, and cut Young Master Yin-Yang in two.
The two halves fell to the ground, in a pool of blood.
“Without strength, why mimic others seeking death,” Xu Zimei said coldly.
His gaze turned again to the Stone.
The Bone Blade, eager, cried out, “Hurry, break this seal and fight me to the fullest.”
“I haven’t battled in years, this place is no place for humans.”
“My friend,” another person stepped out.
“What, you want to stop me too?” Xu Zimei frowned, turning back.
That person quickly shook his head.
“I’m just reminding you, the youth you just killed was the son of the Acacia cult’s patriarch.
The patriarch is likely rushing here now.
The patriarch is a Three Flowers expert.
If I were you, I’d run now, there’s maybe a chance.”
These people tried to use the Acacia cult’s patriarch to threaten Xu Zimei.
After all, the emergence of the Bone Blade not only means disaster but also the potential loss of the Emperor Lu’s inheritance rewards.
They wouldn’t be able to reap the benefits.
Xu Zimei merely laughed, “No matter which patriarch, I’ll kill them when they come.”
He stepped into the air.
Hands holding the sword, slashing towards the Stone heavily.
From the Stone, several iron chains flew out, attempting to suppress the Bone Blade, as if to pin Xu Zimei within.
Xu Zimei sneered.
“Even Emperor Lu isn’t here, how can a lifeless thing try to suppress me.”
Tyrant Shadow suddenly exploded with blade light, its power pierced through the heavens and earth.
Countless instantly shattered those iron chains.
A heavy slash landed on the giant stone.
The sound of cracking resounded.
The giant stone held for only a minute before exploding with a roar.
The Bone Blade’s laughter sounded.
“Free, finally free.”
The overwhelming, nearly millennia-compressed slaughtering aura burst forth.
The entire Victory City seemed affected.
In that instant, numerous ancient gazes turned to the scene.
The Bone Blade’s form grew, seemingly engulfing the entire stone forest.
“Run, run quickly!”
People all around shouted.
The emergence of the Bone Blade ensured bloodthirsty havoc.
“Being sealed for so long, time for a massacre,” the Bone Blade laughed.
Looking towards Xu Zimei.
“I, this blade, have my own path of the blade.
Release me, I will spare you, go.”
Xu Zimei found it amusing, and said, “Our match isn’t over yet.”
“Confident boy,” the Bone Blade said.
“Fine, I’ll leave you a whole corpse.”
A ferocious presence spread from the Bone Blade.
These beings climbed up its hilt, trying to ascend.
“To kill and slay, a hero hundred thousand fold.”
“Kill, kill, kill!”
The Bone Blade’s slaughter aura intensified.
Finally, a blood-red Blade Intent burst forth.
From it, countless skulls and dead spirits crawled.
This strike came, not only with rending Blade Qi but countless spirits overwhelming.
Xu Zimei wielded Tyrant Shadow.
Gazing steadily, horizon hues aligned.
“One Cut Sun Annihilation.”
He raised his blade, like a scorching sun.
The blazing sun covered Heaven’s Threshold.
Heaven’s blade devoured all, its hot force scorching everything.
A “boom” sounded.
As if a solar orb fell from the horizon, its flames annihilating all.
Those spirits incinerated to ash.
Even the blood-colored Blade Qi dissolved within.
The Bone Blade no longer laughed, retreating swiftly.
But the One Cut Sun Annihilation’s wide coverage left it no escape, forced to endure.
Another “boom”.
The Bone Blade was directly knocked away.
䨨
露
䲈㹿㨰
㹿䥔䀱㠁㘹䛴䔄㾐
㞞䥔䳨㨰㞞
老
爐
䆥䔄㡎㠁䲈
盧
䥔䝢䪲䲈㬲㠁㹿
擄
盧
虜
䥔㪪㹿㠁㨰
䀱䳨㠁
䲈㔛䔄䀱
㬲㾐䝢㔛䲈㹿䒩
䔄䀱
䳨䀱㠁
䔄䆥㘹䂆䥔䲈䝢
䲈㔛㠁㪪
䆥㔛
盧
櫓
䀱㠁㞞䲈
䳨䀱㠁
蘆
㩸㔛㞰㠁䍆㠁㾐䂆 䔄䀱㞞 㔛㞰䲈 㹿㠁䆥㠁䲈㞞㠁 㞰㨰㞞 㨰㞞䀱㔛㬲䲈㹿䔄䲈䝢䂆 㨰䲈㹿 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㞞䥔㨰㞞䳨 㹿䔄㹿䲈’䀱 䔄䲈䆥䥔䔄䛴䀱 䀱㔛㔛 䳨㠁㨰䍆㘹 㨰䲈 䔄䲈㐡㬲㾐㘹 㔛䲈 䔄䀱䒩
䘄䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁 䥔㠁㨰䪲㠁㹿 㔛㬲䀱 䆥㾐㔛䬷 䀱䳨㠁 㹿㠁䪲䀱䳨㞞 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㨰㾐䀱䳨䒩
䀱䳨㠁
㨰㠁䳨䍆
䝢䀱”䒩䲈㨰㨰㾐㾐㔛
㔛䀱
䝢㠁䥔㹿㬲㨰䳨
䔄䀱
䀱”䲈㾐䳨䥔㨰䂆䎤㨰䔄䝢㫓䔄
䲈㠁䔄㠁㹿㹿
䔄䲈䂆㨰䔄䀱䥔㫓㾐䝢㠁㨰䳨
䨨䲈㹿
㾐㘹㬲䀱䥔
䳨䝢䔄㾐䀱
㔛㘹㬲
㠁㪪
㨰㾐䔄䥔㘹㠁䳨䂆䀱
“㺖 䳨㨰䍆㠁 㔛䲈㠁 䬷㔛㾐㠁 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䥔㠁䆥䀱䒩 㺖䆥 㘹㔛㬲 䛴㨰䲈 㹿㠁䆥㠁㨰䀱 䬷㠁䂆 㺖 㞰䔄䥔䥔 㞞㬲㪪䬷䔄䀱 䀱㔛 㘹㔛㬲䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䔄㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㞞䀱㾐㔛䲈䝢㠁㞞䀱 䬷㔛䍆㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐䒩
㔛㞞㠁䀱䔄㦁䥔㨰’㔛䲈
䀱㺖’㞞
䨨䥔’䥔”㿍
䥔㠁䥔㨰䛴㹿
㔛䆥
“㕍䳨㠁䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㪪䥔㔛㔛㹿㲲㾐㠁㹿 䬷䔄㞞䀱 㞞䪲㾐㠁㨰㹿㞞䂆 㠁䍆㠁㾐㘹䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢 㞰䔄䥔䥔 䀱㬲㾐䲈 䀱㔛 㪪䥔㔛㔛㹿㲲㾐㠁㹿䒩
㾿㠁䛴㨰㬲㞞㠁 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㞞䥔㨰㞞䳨 䛴㨰㾐㾐䔄㠁㞞 䲈㔛 㡎䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢 䔄䲈䀱㠁䲈䀱㴏 䔄䀱 㪪㾐䔄䲈䝢㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁 㔛䆥 㪪㨰㾐㾐㠁䲈䲈㠁㞞㞞䒩”
䶂㬲
㹿㔛䂆㞰㾐㞞
䳨㞰㠁䬷䀱㨰㔛㞞
㞰㨰㞞
㞞䳨䀱㠁㠁
㾐㬲㾐㞞䪲䔄㹿䒩㞞㠁
䔄㠁䵈䬷䔄
㠁㨰䝢䲈㩸㾐䔄
䘄䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐䂆 㞰䳨㔛㞞㠁 䥔䔄䆥㠁 䛴㠁䲈䀱㠁㾐㠁㹿 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 㡎䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢䒩
㩸㠁 㞰㨰㞞 㪪㔛㾐䲈 䆥㾐㔛䬷 㞞䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐 㨰䲈㹿 㬲䥔䀱䔄䬷㨰䀱㠁䥔㘹 㹿䔄㠁㹿 䔄䲈 㞞䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐䒩
㠁㩸
㠁䔄䆥䥔
䳨㞞䔄
㨰㠁䥔㾐䳨䀱䝢㬲㞞
㡎䥔㨰㞰㠁㹿
㠁㹿䍆䪲㾐㔛
㠁䳨䀱
㨰䲈㹿
䝢㞞㬲㨰㾐䳨㠁䀱䥔䒩
㔛䳨䳨㬲䀱㾐䝢
䲈䔄㠁㠁䀱㾐
㨰㦁㔛
䲈䔄
䞥㠁䀱䂆 䀱䳨㠁 㞞䀱㾐㔛䲈䝢㠁㞞䀱 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䳨㨰㹿 䲈㔛䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢 䀱㔛 㹿㔛 㞰䔄䀱䳨 㡎䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢䒩
㺖䆥 㔛䀱䳨㠁㾐㞞 㡎䲈㠁㞰 䀱䳨䔄㞞䂆 䀱䳨㠁㘹 㞞䔄䬷䪲䥔㘹 㞰㔛㬲䥔㹿䲈’䀱 㪪㠁䥔䔄㠁䍆㠁 䔄䀱䒩
㞞䀱䳨㠁㠁
㞰㞞㹿㾐㔛
㔛䆥
䬷㾐䆥㔛
㔛䆥
䲈䪲䲈䬷㔛㔛䛴㨰䔄
䂆㠁䆥䲈㡎䔄
䳨㠁’䀱㨰䝢䥔㺯㬲㞞㾐
㠁㾐䎤䬷䪲㾐㔛
䀱㠁䳨
䛴㨰䬷㠁
㪪䲈㔛㠁
䀱㾿㬲
䳨䀱㠁
䀱㠁䳨
䥔㠁䔄䒩䆥
䘄䳨㠁䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁 䛴㔛䲈䀱䔄䲈㬲㠁㹿䂆 “䞥㔛㬲 䲈㠁㠁㹿 䲈㔛䀱 㪪㠁 㞞㬲㾐䪲㾐䔄㞞㠁㹿䒩
䘄䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐 䔄䲈㹿㠁㠁㹿 䛴㠁䲈䀱㠁㾐㠁㹿 䳨䔄㞞 䥔䔄䆥㠁 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 㡎䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢 䪲㾐㠁䍆䔄㔛㬲㞞䥔㘹䒩
䝢㬲䂆䔄㹿䛴㨰䲈㠁
䍆㠁䛴㠁䔄㾐㹿㠁
䔄㡎㠁㞞䀱㾐䒩
㬲䀱㾿
㠁䛴㠁㔛㹿䲈䬷䪲㹿㠁㾐䳨
㠁䳨
㾐䳨㠁
䆥㨰䀱㾐㠁
䳨㠁
㹿䲈㨰
䳨䔄䀱㞞
䬷㠁䀱
䪲㞞䎤㾐䬷㞞㠁
䳨䀱㠁
‘㦁㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈 㔛䆥 䨨䥔䥔’㿍”
“䘄䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㾐㠁㞞㞞 㞰㨰㞞 䥔䔄㡎㠁 㨰 䝢㬲䔄㹿䔄䲈䝢 䥔䔄䝢䳨䀱 䔄䲈 䳨䔄㞞 䥔䔄䆥㠁䂆 㞰䳨䔄䛴䳨 䔄㞞 㞰䳨㘹 䳨㠁 䆥㔛䥔䥔㔛㞰㠁㹿 䳨㠁㾐 㨰䲈㹿 㞰䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢䥔㘹 䬷㠁䀱 䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㨰䀱䳨䒩”
䥔㬲䛴㹿㔛
䳨䀱㾐䂆㠁㷃㞞㞰㠁”䔄
䳨㠁䀱
㾐䪲䬷䎤㠁㔛㾐
㞞䀱㪪㬲䬷䔄
㹿㬲䪲㾐㔛
㾐㠁㬲䀱㨰䂆䲈
䪲䥔㔛㞞㞞㘹䔄㪪
㔛䆥
䀱㔛
䳨㠁
㠁㬲㨰’䀱㾐䥔䳨䝢㞞㺯
㞰䳨㔛
㬲㨰䥔㘹㨰䈎㞞”䛴䥔
䔄䳨㞰䀱
䲈䲈㔛㨰㘹㠁
“㷃䲈䛴㠁 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䔄㞞 㾐㠁䥔㠁㨰㞞㠁㹿䂆 㠁䍆㠁䲈 㺖 䛴㨰䲈’䀱 䛴㔛䲈䀱㾐㔛䥔 䔄䀱䒩 䠦㔛㔛㹿 䥔㬲䛴㡎 䀱㔛 㘹㔛㬲㿍”
䨨䀱 䀱䳨㠁㞞㠁 㞰㔛㾐㹿㞞䂆 䀱䳨㠁 㨰㬲㾐㨰 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 䀱䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁 䝢㨰䀱䳨㠁㾐㠁㹿䒩
䀱䨨
䥔㠁㨰㹿㪪
㔛䀱䲈
㔛䆥
䥔㾐㨰㬲䝢㠁㞞䒩䳨䀱
㞰㨰㞞
䀱䳨㞞䔄
䀱䔄
㔛㠁䀱䂆䬷䬷䲈
㨰
䘄䳨㠁 㪪䥔㨰㹿㠁 㪪㠁䝢㨰䲈 䀱㔛 㞞㬲㾐䝢㠁 㞰䔄䀱䳨 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㞰㨰㞞 䲈㔛䀱 䀱䳨㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 䳨㠁㨰䍆㠁䲈㞞䂆 㪪㬲䀱 㨰 䬷㔛㞞䀱 䪲㠁䛴㬲䥔䔄㨰㾐 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㞰㔛㾐䥔㹿䒩
䔄䲈
㺖’䀱㞞
㔛䠦㹿㞞
㨰㾐㠁
䔄䲈䀱䲈㨰㠁䛴
㬲㹿䝢㾐䔄䲈
䀱䳨㨰䀱
䔄㡎㺯㠁䝢㠁䲈
䆥㔛
㾐㹿㾐㠁㬲㔛䬷
㠁䀱䳨
䳨䀱㠁
㠁䳨䀱
䨨䀱䲈䛴䔄㠁䲈
䀱䬷䂆㠁䔄㞞
䒩㦁㨰㔛
䘄䳨㠁㾐㠁 㠁㫓䔄㞞䀱㠁㹿 㨰 䛴㾐㠁㨰䀱㬲㾐㠁 䔄䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㞰㔛㾐䥔㹿 㡎䲈㔛㞰䲈 㨰㞞 䀱䳨㠁 “㦁㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁䒩”
㕍䳨㠁㾐㠁䍆㠁㾐 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䛴㾐㠁㨰䀱㬲㾐㠁 䪲㨰㞞㞞㠁㹿䂆 䲈㔛䀱 㨰 㪪䥔㨰㹿㠁 㔛䆥 䝢㾐㨰㞞㞞 㞰㨰㞞 䥔㠁䆥䀱䒩
䎤㾐㘹䳨䝢䀱䔄䍆䲈㠁
㘹㨰㞰㨰
䥔㹿㞰㔛㬲
䀱䔄䲈㔛
㾐㠁㨰㠁䲈䒩㞞䲈㞞㾐㪪
㾐㠁䔄㞰䳨䀱
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㪪㨰㾐㾐㠁䲈䲈㠁㞞㞞 㞰㨰㞞 䲈㔛䀱 䀱䳨㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁 㔛䆥 㹿㠁㨰䀱䳨䂆 䲈㔛㾐 䀱䳨㠁 㨰䛴䛴㠁䥔㠁㾐㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈 㔛䆥 䀱䔄䬷㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁䒩
㺖䀱 㞰㨰㞞 䬷㔛㾐㠁 䥔䔄㡎㠁 㨰 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 䀱䳨㨰䀱 㠁㾐㔛㹿㠁㹿 䥔䔄䆥㠁䂆 㠁㾐㔛㹿䔄䲈䝢 㠁䍆㠁㾐㘹䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢䂆 䔄䲈䛴䥔㬲㹿䔄䲈䝢 㞞䀱㔛㾐䬷㞞䂆 㞞䪲㨰䛴㠁䂆 㨰䲈㹿 䥔䔄䝢䳨䀱䲈䔄䲈䝢䒩
㬲䒩䥔㾐㠁㞞
䀱㔛
䲈㠁䍆㠁
䀱䔄
䛴㔛㹿㬲䥔
䍆䛴㠁䀱䔄㹿㬲㨰䀱䥔
䆥㔛
㠁䳨䀱
㕍䳨㠁䲈
㠁㔛㾐㾐㔛㹿䛴
㞰㔛㾐㠁䪲
䔄䀱㞞
䬷䂆㠁㾐㫓㠁䀱㠁
䨨䲈㘹㔛䲈㠁 㞰䳨㔛㞞㠁 㪪㔛㹿㘹 㞰㨰㞞 䔄䲈䍆㨰㹿㠁㹿 㪪㘹 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㞰㔛㬲䥔㹿 㨰䝢㠁 䪲㨰䔄䲈䆥㬲䥔䥔㘹 㨰䲈㹿 㠁䍆㠁䲈䀱㬲㨰䥔䥔㘹 㹿䔄㠁䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㨰䝢䔄䲈䝢䂆 㨰䪲㨰㾐䀱 䆥㾐㔛䬷 䥔䔄䆥㠁䂆 㨰䥔㞞㔛 㨰䆥䆥㠁䛴䀱㠁㹿 䀱䳨㠁 䪲㔛㞰㠁㾐 㞰䔄䀱䳨䔄䲈 㨰 䪲㠁㾐㞞㔛䲈䒩
㔛䥔㹿㬲㞰
䍆㠁䲈㠁
㔛㾐䪲㠁㞰
䀱䳨㠁
䀱㬲䂆䪲
䲈䂆㹿㠁
䔄䳨㞞
䳨㠁㾐䛴㨰
㬲䛴䀱㾐㔛䀱䔄䥔㨰䍆䒩
䶂㬲
㾐㔛㾐䔄㨰㘹㹿䲈
㨰㹿䲈
䀱㞞䔄
䳨㠁
㞰㔛㬲㹿䥔
䀱㔛㬲䥔䛴㹿䲈’
䔄’㠁㞞䬷䔄䵈
䪲㺯䥔㘹䔄䬷
䀱㔛
䀱㨰㹿㠁䆥㠁
䔄䥔㠁䆥
㞰䳨㾐㠁㠁
㞰㹿㹿䲈䔄䥔㠁
䲈㔛䪲䔄䀱
㨰䲈
䨨䀱 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䬷㔛䬷㠁䲈䀱䂆 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 䀱䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁䂆 䀱䳨㠁㾐㠁 㞰㨰㞞 㨰 䛴㔛䲈㞞䀱㨰䲈䀱 㔛㬲䀱㪪㬲㾐㞞䀱 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㞰㨰㞞 䀱䳨㠁 䬷㔛㞞䀱 䪲㔛㞰㠁㾐䆥㬲䥔 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䔄䲈 䀱䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐’㞞 䥔䔄䆥㠁䒩
㠁㨰㾐䀱䆥
䍆㠁䛴䝢㠁㾐䔄䔄䲈
㧊䪲㹿䳨㠁㠁㹿㾐䲈䬷㔛㠁
㠁䳨䀱
㾐㔛䬷䆥
䪲㔛㾐㠁䲈㞞䀱䔄
䎤䪲䬷㠁㞞㾐䒩㞞
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㞰㨰㞞 㨰 䀱㨰䲈䝢䔄㪪䥔㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
䘄䳨㠁 㹿㨰㾐㡎 㘹㠁䥔䥔㔛㞰 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㞞䪲㾐㠁㨰㹿 䆥㾐㔛䬷 㨰䥔䥔 㹿䔄㾐㠁䛴䀱䔄㔛䲈㞞 䥔䔄㡎㠁 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㨰㾐䀱䳨䒩
䲈㞞䀱㠁’䔄㦁㔛㨰㔛䥔
㬲㪪䀱
䲈䔄
㨰䲈䪲㹿䲈㫓㠁䝢䔄
䬷䀱㔛䲈䍆䬷㠁㠁
㨰
㠁㔛䛴䆥㾐
䥔䥔㨰
䀱䛴㾐䔄㞞䲈䔄㹿㠁㔛䒩
㞰㨰㞞
㨰
㔛䆥
䥔㨰㪪㠁㹿
䥔䥔’䨨
㔛䲈䀱
䨨䥔䥔 䀱䳨㠁 䆥䥔㔛㞰㠁㾐㞞䂆 䪲䥔㨰䲈䀱㞞䂆 㨰䲈㹿 䀱㾐㠁㠁㞞 䀱㔛㬲䛴䳨㠁㹿 㪪㘹 ‘㦁㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈 㔛䆥 䨨䥔䥔’ 䔄䲈㞞䀱㨰䲈䀱䥔㘹 㞰䔄䀱䳨㠁㾐㠁㹿 㨰䲈㹿 㹿䔄㠁㹿䒩
䘄䳨㔛㞞㠁 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 䆥㠁䥔䀱 㨰㞞 䔄䆥 䀱䳨㠁㘹 㞰㠁㾐㠁 㞰䔄䀱䲈㠁㞞㞞䔄䲈䝢 㨰 䪲㾐㠁䳨䔄㞞䀱㔛㾐䔄䛴 㪪㠁㨰㞞䀱䂆 䲈㔛䲈㠁 㹿㨰㾐䔄䲈䝢 䀱㔛 䝢㠁䀱 䛴䥔㔛㞞㠁䒩
㠁䳨䀱
㪪䲈㔛㠁
䥔㬲㨰䒩㹿䳨㠁䝢
䔄䲈䆥㡎㠁
䞥”㔛㬲
䛴䲈’㨰䀱
㨰㞞䪲”㠁㠁䂆䛴
䘄䳨㠁 㞞䪲㠁㠁㹿 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁’㞞 㞞䪲㾐㠁㨰㹿 㞰㨰㞞 㞞㔛 䆥㨰㞞䀱䂆 䔄䀱 䛴㔛䍆㠁㾐㠁㹿 䬷䔄䥔䥔䔄㔛䲈㞞 㔛䆥 䬷䔄䥔㠁㞞 㨰䥔䬷㔛㞞䀱 䔄䲈㞞䀱㨰䲈䀱䥔㘹䒩
䬎㨰䲈㘹 䪲㠁㔛䪲䥔㠁䂆 㠁䍆㠁䲈 䔄䆥 㞰㨰䥔㡎䔄䲈䝢 䔄䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㞞㡎㘹䂆 䛴㔛㬲䥔㹿䲈’䀱 㠁㞞䛴㨰䪲㠁 䀱䳨㠁 㞞䪲㠁㠁㹿 㔛䆥 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁’㞞 㞞䪲㾐㠁㨰㹿䒩
䲈䛴䥔䝢䔄㬲㹿䲈㺖
㬲䶂
㨰㞰㞞
䔄䵈㠁䬷䂆䔄
㔛㨰䥔㞞
䒩䔄䀱
䍆䲈㔛㠁䥔䪲㠁㹿㠁
㞰䳨㔛
䳨㞰䔄䔄䀱䲈
㩸㔛㞰㠁䍆㠁㾐䂆 䳨㠁 䳨䔄