I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 1979: 1978: Night Fire Pearl, Old Tree

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Capítulo 1979: Chapter 1978: Night Fire Pearl, Old Tree

“Don’t kill me, I can listen to everything you say,” Ancestor Qiankun said with difficulty.

“Learn from others, even though Liao Zhi lost to me, at least he had the dignity to self-destruct,” Xu Zimei said.

“Besides, what use do I have for a waste like you?”

“I can help Master subdue the Qiankun Sect, the Qiankun Sect is one of the Nine Great Sovereigns in East Hundred City.

Then Master would become the Sect Hierarch,” Ancestor Qiankun hastily said.

He was trying his best to save his own life.

Who would have thought that Xu Zimei just shook his head.

“I don’t need it.”

“If that’s the case…” Ancestor Qiankun originally knelt down and lowered his head.

A sudden fierce expression appeared on his face.

“Then just die!”

The large hammer in his hand, taking advantage of Xu Zimei’s unawareness, slammed directly towards him.

With a “boom.”

Under the astonished gaze of Ancestor Qiankun, the large hammer was directly pierced through with a single punch from Xu Zimei.

“Boom, boom.”

The powerful energy waves spread, Xu Zimei threw another punch, directly hitting Ancestor Qiankun’s head.

The head exploded, even the body was smashed into the dirt, creating a deep pit on the ground.

“Was it worth it, forcing me when I could let you die with dignity,” Xu Zimei shook his head.

He wiped the blood off his fist.

He turned to look around.

Hundreds of miles of land nearby were already in ruins.

Although Victory City was vast enough, such a degree of destruction still caused great damage to the city.

Moreover, the most important thing was that all the people from several major forces were killed.

Previously, people from several major forces had been killed by Xu Zimei, but at that time people were surprised but not afraid.

Because those people were not strong.

Xu Zimei killed them; he would inevitably suffer more powerful pursuits.

Unexpectedly now, the well-known ancestor-level figures from several major forces came and still could not escape being killed by Xu Zimei.

This was enough to demonstrate Xu Zimei’s own strength.

Therefore, when Xu Zimei’s gaze swept across, the originally distant spectators all hid inside the houses, fearing being seen by Xu Zimei.

This battle probably scared even the sovereign powers.

At this moment, Xu Zimei noticed that there was originally a quiet street.

No one dared to come out.

Yet, a disheveled and grimy child like a beggar walked over.

He seemed somewhat afraid of Xu Zimei.

Took a few steps, seeing Xu Zimei didn’t attack him, his brave heart grew bigger.

Quickly walked to Ancestor Qiankun’s side.

At this time, Ancestor Qiankun’s head was blasted by Xu Zimei, leaving only a headless corpse lying broken in a river of blood.

Even adults would vomit at the sight, considering it too tragic to bear.

But the child merely frowned, taking out a small dagger from his waist.

Constantly stabbing Ancestor Qiankun.

Crying while stabbing.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?” Xu Zimei approached, asking with interest.

“So what if I die,” the boy shook his head.

He suddenly knelt down before Xu Zimei.

“Thank you for avenging my parents.”

“Did he kill your parents?” Xu Zimei asked.

The boy nodded.

“My father was from Long Zhong in Immortal Island. To escape enemies, he brought our family to East Hundred City.

Our family had an ancestral treasure called the Night Fire Pearl.

My parents always kept this treasure, but for some reason, the news suddenly leaked.

This villain came to our house, killed my parents, and stole that treasure.

Luckily, I was outside playing at the time and escaped the disaster.”

The boy’s words surprised Xu Zimei.

“Night Fire Pearl?”

Logically speaking, with Ancestor Qiankun’s status and strength, ordinary treasures wouldn’t attract him.

Nor would he need to personally rob something from the weak.

“What’s the use of the Night Fire Pearl?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Holding the Night Fire Pearl allows access to Immortal Island,” the boy replied.

As one of the four territories of Robbery Immortal Domain.

Immortal Island has always been in a closed state.

Meaning, ordinary people can’t enter, nor can anyone inside come out.

Only the Night Fire Pearl allows entry and exit.

The reason Immortal Island was shut off is reportedly because the ruler feared outsiders would threaten his dominion.

So he turned this place into an isolated zone.

Xu Zimei frowned and shook his head.

He said, “That’s not right, if it’s just something to enter and exit Immortal Island, it wouldn’t make Ancestor Qiankun personally act.”

Now that Ancestor Qiankun is dead, if it’s really that important.

Ancestor Qiankun would definitely keep it with him to feel at ease.

Xu Zimei searched the corpse.

Sure enough, he found a dusty bead inside Ancestor Qiankun’s Qiankun bag.

The bead’s surface was dull and unlit.

He looked over it, but found nothing unusual.

“How is this thing used?” Xu Zimei asked.

The child thought for a moment, then cut open his finger, letting the blood drip onto it.

He explained, “My father told me, to prevent outsiders from using the Night Fire Pearl.

Our Immortal Island requires bloodline inheritance.

Only original island residents have the right to use their blood to enter Immortal Island.

Otherwise, even if outsiders get this item, they can’t use it.”

Xu Zimei nodded.

This was indeed a method.

He watched the Night Fire Pearl being stained with blood, and the originally dull bead instantly regained its glow.

It seemed like it was renewed.

The bead emitted a strange light.

This was like a key, a key to enter the Immortal Island.

But Xu Zimei still felt something was wrong.

Would just a key warrant Ancestor Qiankun’s actions?

Xu Zimei’s eyes shone brightly, his gaze containing rules as he closely watched the Night Fire Pearl.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

He punched directly at the Night Fire Pearl.

The punch even startled the boy, though the hardness of the Night Fire Pearl surprised Xu Zimei.

Despite the mighty punch, it was unharmed.

“This isn’t an ordinary Night Fire Pearl,” Xu Zimei said.

As a key to Immortal Island, while uncommon, it was not extremely rare.

How could it possess such quality?

One should know how powerful his punch can be!

Xu Zimei threw another punch.

“Boom boom boom!”

After three consecutive punches, finally accompanied by a “crack” sound.

The whole Night Fire Pearl shattered in response.

Immediately following that, from inside fell out a pitch-black token.

The token was irregularly rhombic.

One side depicted the portrait of an elderly man, the other mountain and earth.

“Spatial Token, huh,” Xu Zimei murmured.

“Old Tree,” seeing the token, the boy was surprised to point at the side with the portrait of the old man, and said

“You know?” Xu Zimei asked.

“Old Tree is the origin of our Immortal Island,” the boy quickly nodded.

“People say our Immortal Island is an island.

But that’s not the case.

The whole island was transformed from the body of the Old Tree after his death.”

The size of this Old Tree was unknown, but his trunk could bear a quarter of Robbery Immortal Domain’s territory, which already demonstrated its immensity.

䃹䪓

擄

盧

爐

㫗㟏

䣂䴨㫗

路

䆧䱟㖓㩘㩘䃹

㕝䃹

㟏㫗

盧

䢏㸕䃹䢏㝈䱟㕝䫮

䣂㫗㕝

㫗䣂㕝

㖓㸍䫮

爐

㸕䘫㷏

蘆

䱟㫗㫗䴨

老

魯

㩘㷏䫮㞒

魯

㷏㸕㞒㖓䉶䫮㝈

㝩㩘㞒㟏䃹㷏䙞㕝䱟䫮㖓㞒䪓䃹䱟䢏㫗㷏㩘㖓㕝䃹㕝䣂㫗㝈䢏䢏䃹䱟㕝䫮㸕㝈㞒㸕䫮㖓㷏䅎䫮㖓㷏㫗㟾㫗㖓㕝㸝䫮㸕㸕䙞㸕㩘䪓㫗㟏㫗䆧䫮㖓㕝䃹㷏㕀㫗㸕㸕㸝㦭䃹㖓㩘㕝䉶

䴨䣂㩘㞒䢏䫮㞒㞒㩘㟾㫗㕝䱟㫗㫗㩘㞒㸕䫮㖓㷏䆧䱟䫮㷏㸝䫮㸕㸕䙞㷏㫗㟾㫗㸕䃹㦭㫗㷏䉶

䙞㟏㫗㟏䠷䱟䃹

㫗䣂㕝

㕝㝈䢏䢏䱟䃹㸕䫮

䢏䫮㟏㫗㸍㫗

㫗䣂㕝

䫮䱟㸕㖓㫗䙞

䃹㖓㫗

䱟䃹䫮䎆䢏

㖓㕝㸕䥁㩘

䃹䪓

䅎䆧䫮䃹

䣂㕝㫗

㗊䫮㩘䃹䉶䢏㖓

䱟䱟㩘㕝㕝㩘㫗㞒䱟㫗䃹

䫮㞒㖓㝈㷏㸕

㸝䃹䪓䱟

䙞㫗䱟䫮㞒

䪓䃹

䫮

䱟㝈㸕䃹䢏䢏㕝䫮

㕝㞒䫮㸝㷏䣂㖓䃹

䴨䣂㫗㩘䱟㞒㕝䱟㫗㖓䆧㕝䣂㩘㞒䫮㸕㞒䃹㸝㖓䪓䫮㕝䣂䃹䢏䫮㟏㸕㫗䉶

䈣㫗㸍䫮㸝㞒㫗㕝䣂㫗㝈䢏䢏䃹䱟㕝䫮㸕㝈㞒㸕䫮㖓㷏㷏䃹㫗㞒㖓䃹㕝㸍䃹䢏䢏㸝㖓㩘㸍䫮㕝㫗㕀㩘㕝䣂㕝䣂㫗䃹㸝㕝㞒㩘㷏㫗㕀䃹䱟㸕㷏䅎䪓㫗㕀㦭㫗䃹㦭㸕㫗㸍䫮㖓䫮㞒㸍㫗䱟㕝䫮㩘㖓㕝䣂㫗㩘䱟㕝䱟㸝㫗㞒㕝䱟㫗㖓䆧㕝䣂䉶

㸍䐈㩘㸕㫗䢏䫮䉶㷏㫗

㫗䴨䅎䱟㫗

㩘䆧䢏䫮㫗

㩘㞒䣂㕝

㫗䣂㕝

䣂㫗㕝

䣂㕝㫗

䢏䫮㖓

㸕㝈䢏䃹䱟䢏䫮㕝

䘫㸕㷏

䣂䴨㫗”

㫗㟏

䴨䀔㫗䅎䃹”㖓

㸝䃹㸍㷏㸕

䪓䃹

䙞㸝㖓䆧䃹

䶅㫗㫗䢏㩘㖓䆧㸕䙞䱟㫗㸍䫮㸕㸕㩘㖓䆧㞒䃹䢏㫗㸕㫗䆧㫗㖓㷏䉶

䴨䣂㫗㖓㢘㸝㩘㸍䀔㸕䙞㞒䣂䃹䃹䀔䣂㩘㞒䣂㫗䫮㷏䉶

䣂㕝㫗

䃹䣂㕀

㫗㸕䆧㫗㖓㷏䅎

㕝㸝䎆㞒

䃹”㟏㞒㸕䅎㦭㩘㞒㝈䢏㫗

䫮䃹䱟䢏㕝㸕䢏㝈

䀔䴨㫗䃹㖓

䫮

㸍䃹㸝㷏㸕

㩘㕝

䙞䱟㕝㸝㸕

㩘㞒

㞒㩘㕝䉶䐈㫗

䢌㖓㷏䣂䃹㕀㸍䃹㸝㸕㷏㕝䣂㩘㞒㕝䣂㩘㖓䆧㟏㫗㩘㖓䢏䙞䪓䫮㕝䣂㫗䱟’㞒䣂䫮㖓㷏㞒䉶”

䴨䣂㫗䙞䃹㸝㖓䆧䢏䫮㖓㕀䫮㞒㷏㫗㫗㦭㸕䙞㦭㸝㢑㢑㸕㫗㷏䉶

䉶㫗䫮㷏㞒䀔

䍲㕝䫮䣂”

㖓䀔䴨䃹㼷㫗”

㩘㞒

㸝䩖

㕝䣂㫗

㩘䢏㣢㫗㩘

䢏䢏䃹䱟㝈㕝䫮㸕

“䴨䣂㩘㞒䉶䉶䉶” 䴨䣂㫗䙞䃹㸝㖓䆧䢏䫮㖓䣂㫗㞒㩘㕝䫮㕝㫗㷏䪓䃹䱟䫮㕀䣂㩘㸕㫗䉶

㝩㫗㫗䐈㦭㸕䫮㩘㖓㫗㷏䅎 “㝈㖓䫮㖓㸍㩘㫗㖓㕝㕝㩘䢏㫗㞒䅎䃹㸝䱟㝈䢏䢏䃹䱟㕝䫮㸕㝈㞒㸕䫮㖓㷏䣂䫮㷏䫮䱟㸝䢏䃹䱟䉶

㕝䣂㫗

䫮㷏㩘㞒

㕝㝈

㫗䃹㖓

㫗䴨㫗䱟

䫮㖓㷏

㖓㩘

㕝䃹䢏㞒

䘫㸕㷏

䙞䫮㫗㞒䱟䅎

㕀㸝㦭䃹㫗㸕䱟䪓

㕝䫮㕝䣂

㫗㫗㟾䣂䫮㖓

䃹䪓

㩘㞒

㕝㫗䣂

㕀䫮㞒

㫗㖓㫗㕝㫗㟏㕀

㕝㫗䉶䫮䣂䱟

㞒㞒䐈㖓㫗㕝㸍㫗㫗㩘

㕝㞒㫗䣂䃹

䈣㫗䪓䃹䱟㫗䣂㫗㷏㩘㫗㷏䅎䣂㫗㸕㫗䪓㕝㟏㫗䣂㩘㖓㷏䣂㩘㞒㩘㖓䣂㫗䱟㩘㕝䫮㖓㸍㫗䫮㖓㷏㫗㟾㫗䱟䙞㕝䣂㩘㖓䆧䣂㫗䣂䫮㷏䉶

䢌㖓㷏㩘䪓䃹㖓㫗㕀䫮㖓㕝㫗㷏㕝䃹䃹㟏㕝䫮㩘㖓㕝䣂㩘㞒㩘㖓䣂㫗䱟㩘㕝䫮㖓㸍㫗䅎㕝䣂㫗䙞䢏㸝㞒㕝䫮㸍㢘㸝㩘䱟㫗䫮㦭㩘㫗㸍㫗䃹䪓㕝䣂㫗䘫㸕㷏䴨䱟㫗㫗’㞒㟏䫮䱟䀔䉶”

䃹䱟㸝

䪞㦭㸕㫗䃹㫗”

㩘䱟㖓㫗䃹㞒㫗䆧䫮㕝㖓

㕝䃹

㫗䣂㕝

䫮㫗㸕㕝䱟

㟏䫮䱟䀔

䉶㖓䃹䴨㫗䀔

䪓䱟㫗䱟㫗

䫮䃹䱟㝈㕝㸕䢏䢏

䪓䃹

㞒䫮

㕝㫗䣂

㸕㫗㖓䫮㫗㸕䆧䙞䱟

䴨䣂㩘㞒㕀䫮㞒㸕㫗䪓㕝㟏䙞㕝䣂㫗䘫㸕㷏䴨䱟㫗㫗䉶”

“䈣㸝㕝㕝䣂㩘㞒䢏䫮㕝㕝㫗䱟㩘㞒䎆㸝㞒㕝䫮㟾㫗䱟䙞䫮㖓㸍㩘㫗㖓㕝㸕㫗䆧㫗㖓㷏䅎䫮㞒㖓䃹䃹㖓㫗䣂䫮㞒㕝䱟㸝㸕䙞㞒㫗㫗㖓㕝䣂㫗㝈䢏䢏䃹䱟㕝䫮㸕䴨䃹䀔㫗㖓䉶

䉶㕝㩘”

䃹䶅

㖓䃹㷏㫗㞒’㕝

㸕㟏㟾㫗㫗㩘㫗

㖓䃹㫗䙞䱟㫗㟾㫗

“㝩䃹㕀㷏㩘㷏㕝䣂㫗䘫㸕㷏䴨䱟㫗㫗㷏㩘㫗㼷” 䩖㸝㣢㩘䢏㫗㩘䫮㞒䀔㫗㷏䉶

“㿙㫗䆧㫗㖓㷏䣂䫮㞒㩘㕝㕝䣂䫮㕝䣂㫗㷏㩘㫗㷏㸝㖓㷏㫗䱟㕝䣂㫗䣂㫗䫮㟾㫗㖓㸕䙞㦭㸝㖓㩘㞒䣂䢏㫗㖓㕝䅎㕝䣂㫗㞒㦭㫗㸍㩘䪓㩘㸍㞒㝈’䢏㖓䃹㕝㞒㸝䱟㫗䃹䪓䅎” 㕝䣂㫗䙞䃹㸝㖓䆧䢏䫮㖓䱟㫗㦭㸕㩘㫗㷏䉶

䢌㫗”䱟㕝䪓

䃹㖓

㕝䣂㕀㩘

㸕䅎㸕䫮

㫗䫮㟾䣂

䣂㕝㞒㫗㫗

㝈

㕝䢏䉶㕝䱟㫗㞒䫮

䃹㖓㕝㸍㸍㕝䫮

䘫㖓㸕䙞䢏䙞䪓䫮㕝䣂㫗䱟䉶䉶䉶”

䴨䣂㫗㷏㫗㸍㫗䫮㞒㫗㷏䪓䫮㕝䣂㫗䱟㞒㸝㷏㷏㫗㖓㸕䙞㞒㫗㫗䢏㫗㷏䢏䙞㞒㕝㫗䱟㩘䃹㸝㞒㩘㖓㕝䣂㫗䙞䃹㸝㖓䆧䢏䫮㖓’㞒㫗䙞㫗㞒䉶

㷏㟾㫗䃹䱟䃹㦭䀔

䢏㕝䱟㝈䫮䃹㸕䢏

䣂㫗

㩘䣂㕀䣂㸍

䣂㕝㫗

㞒㷏䫮㩘䉶

㸕㞒䅎”㖓㷏䫮㝈

䫮㕀䙞䫮

䢏䃹䱟䪓

䣂䪓䱟䫮㫗㕝

䃹㕝䀔䃹

“䊼䃹䱟㸝

㩘㞒

䩖㸝

㖓䢏㩘㫗䅎㫗㫗㞒

㣢䢏㫗㩘㩘

䙞䣂㕀

䙞㸝䃹

“㗊䃹䙞䃹㸝䀔㖓䃹㕀㕀䣂䃹㕝䣂㫗㫗㖓㫗䢏㩘㫗㞒䫮䱟㫗㼷”

䴨䣂㫗䙞䃹㸝㖓䆧䢏䫮㖓㞒㕝㩘㸕㸕㞒䣂䃹䃹䀔䣂㩘㞒䣂㫗䫮㷏䉶

㕀䫮㞒

䢏䱟㟏㫗㫗㫗䢏䱟

䃹䙞㖓㸝䆧

㸍䀔㟏䫮

㫗㕝䅎䣂㖓

㝈

䆧㖓䉶䃹㕝䣂㩘㖓

“㝈

䢌䪓㕝㫗䱟䆧䱟䃹㕀㩘㖓䆧㸝㦭䅎䢏䙞䪓䫮㕝䣂㫗䱟㷏㩘㷏㖓’㕝㕀䫮㖓㕝㕝䃹㟏䱟㩘㖓䆧㸝㦭㕝䣂㫗㦭䫮㞒㕝䉶”

“㗊䃹䙞䃹㸝㕀䫮㖓㕝㕝䣂㩘㞒㝈䢏䢏䃹䱟㕝䫮㸕䴨䃹䀔㫗㖓㼷” 䩖㸝㣢㩘䢏㫗㩘䫮㞒䀔㫗㷏㕀㩘㕝䣂㩘㖓㕝㫗䱟㫗㞒㕝䉶

㩘㕝

䀔䃹㸕䃹㫗㷏

㖓㸝㦭䃹

㕝䫮

㸕㕝㸝䣂䫮䆧䣂䃹

㖓㕝㫗㸍㩘䉶䃹㩘㞒㖓㦭

㞒㸝䱟䫮䅎䪓㫗㸍

㖓䃹

㫗㕝䣂

䱟䅎㟏䀔䫮

㫗䣂㕝

䀔㩘㫗㸕

䪓䃹

㝩㫗

㞒䫮㕀

㫗㸕䱟㞒䃹㸍

㕀䫮㞒

䣂䃹䆧㸝䱟

㫗㩘㸍㦭㫗

䴨䃹㖓㫗䀔䅎

䣂䢏㕝㞒䃹䃹

㩘㖓㷏㫗㷏㫗

㕝㩘

䫮

㷏㩘㫗㖓㞒㩘

“㝈㕀䫮㖓㕝㩘㕝䅎㟏㸝㕝㝈㷏䃹㖓’㕝㕀䫮㖓㕝㩘㕝䅎” 㕝䣂㫗䙞䃹㸝㖓䆧䢏䫮㖓㞒䣂䃹䃹䀔䣂㩘㞒䣂㫗䫮㷏䉶

“䍲䣂䙞㼷” 䩖㸝㣢㩘䢏㫗㩘䫮㞒䀔㫗㷏䉶

㸕㸍䃹㸝㷏

䉶㩘㖓㫗䱟䣂㩘㕝㫗㸍䫮㖓

䃹㩘㩘䆧䱟㖓

㝈䅎㞒㖓䫮㷏㸕

㝈䱟㸕䢏䢏䃹㕝䫮

䆧㫗㕝

䣂㞒㩘

䪓䃹

䃹㸝䱟

㩘㞒

䪓㩘

㝈

“㫗䴨䣂

㸕㷏䘫

㫗㕝䣂

㫗㫗䴨䱟

㝈㕀䃹㸝㸕㷏㟏㫗㸍䃹䢏㫗㟾㫗䱟䙞㞒㕝䱟䃹㖓䆧䅎” 㕝䣂㫗䙞䃹㸝㖓䆧䢏䫮㖓㞒䫮㩘㷏㸕䃹㖓䆧㩘㖓䆧㸕䙞䉶

䈣㸝㕝㕝䣂㫗㖓䣂㩘㞒㫗䐈㦭䱟㫗㞒㞒㩘䃹㖓㷏䫮䱟䀔㫗㖓㫗㷏䉶

䢏㸍䃹㖓䃹䢏

㸝㟏㕝

㝩㫗

䫮

㩘㞒

㸕㸝䉶㩘㕝䆧”

㖓㩘䆧䱟㟏

㖓㩘㫗㖓㖓㸍䅎䃹㕝

䱟㫗㦭㩘㸕䅎㫗㷏

䫮

㕀䃹䀔㖓䅎

㞒㫗㫗䱟䫮䱟㕝㸝

䣂㸍䆧㫗㖓㩘䱟㩘䣂㞒

㝈

㸝䈣㕝”

㸍㖓䫮

䫮䢏㖓

“䠷㫗䆧䫮䱟㷏㸕㫗㞒㞒䃹䪓㕀䣂㫗㕝䣂㫗䱟䙞䃹㸝’䱟㫗㕀㩘㸕㸕㩘㖓䆧㕝䃹䆧㩘㟾㫗䢏㫗㕝䣂㫗䴨䃹䀔㫗㖓䃹䱟㖓䃹㕝䅎㫗㟾㫗㖓㩘䪓㝈䃹㟏㕝䫮㩘㖓㫗㷏㩘㕝䅎㝈’䢏䫮䪓䱟䫮㩘㷏㝈㕀䃹㸝㸕㷏㖓’㕝㟏㫗䫮㟏㸕㫗㕝䃹㦭䱟䃹㕝㫗㸍㕝㩘㕝䉶”

“㝈䪓㕝䣂㫗䴨䃹䀔㫗㖓䫮㦭㦭㫗䫮䱟㫗㷏䅎㕝䣂㫗㫗㖓㕝㩘䱟㫗㝈䢏䢏䃹䱟㕝䫮㸕㝈㞒㸕䫮㖓㷏㕀䃹㸝㸕㷏㟏㫗㫗㖓䆧㸝㸕䪓㫗㷏㩘㖓䫮㕝㸝䢏㸝㸕㕝㸝䃹㸝㞒㞒㕝䃹䱟䢏䉶

䫮

䪓㩘

䣂㖓㷏㷏㸝䱟㫗

㟾㫗䛫㖓

㝈

䃹㕝

㷏䫮䣂

㩘㕝

㫗㟏

㩘䅎㸕㫗㞒㟾

䣂㫗㖓䃹㸝䆧

㕝㷏㸝㖓㸕㕀’䃹

㸝㞒”䉶䱟㟾㩘㟾㫗

“䊼䃹㸝㷏䃹䣂䫮㟾㫗㞒㫗㸕䪓㽲䫮㕀䫮䱟㫗㖓㫗㞒㞒䅎” 䩖㸝㣢㩘䢏㫗㩘㸕䫮㸝䆧䣂㫗㷏䉶

“㝈㕝㩘㞒㩘䢏㦭䃹䱟㕝䫮㖓㕝㕝䃹䣂䫮㟾㫗㞒㫗㸕䪓㽲䫮㕀䫮䱟㫗㖓㫗㞒㞒䅎㩘㕝’㞒㞒䃹䢏㫗㕝䣂㩘㖓䆧䢏䙞䪓䫮㕝䣂㫗䱟㕝䫮㸝䆧䣂㕝䢏㫗䅎” 㕝䣂㫗䙞䃹㸝㖓䆧䢏䫮㖓㞒䫮㩘㷏䉶

㫗䱟䙞䫮㸕㸕

䫮㫗䣂㟾

䫮䣂䀔㕝㖓

㝈”

㕝䃹

䃹䉶䙞㸝

䢌㸕㕝䣂䃹㸝䆧䣂㩘㕝㕀䫮㞒㖓’㕝䙞䃹㸝䱟㩘㖓㕝㫗㖓㕝㩘䃹㖓䅎䀔㩘㸕㸕㩘㖓䆧䢌㖓㸍㫗㞒㕝䃹䱟䊫㩘䫮㖓䀔㸝㖓䫮㟾㫗㖓䆧㫗㷏䢏䙞䪓䫮㕝䣂㫗䱟䉶”

“䢌㸍㕝㸝䫮㸕㸕䙞䅎㝈’䢏㖓䃹㕝䱟㫗䫮㸕㸕䙞㩘㖓㕝㫗䱟㫗㞒㕝㫗㷏㩘㖓㕝䣂㫗䘫㸕㷏䴨䱟㫗㫗’㞒㩘㖓䣂㫗䱟㩘㕝䫮㖓㸍㫗䅎” 䩖㸝㣢㩘䢏㫗㩘㞒㸝㷏㷏㫗㖓㸕䙞㞒䫮㩘㷏䉶

䣂㞒㩘

㟾㸕䉶㫗㸕㫗

㕝䢌

㝈㖓㷏㫗㫗㷏䅎䪓䃹㸕㸕䃹㕀㩘㖓䆧䃹㖓㫗’㞒䃹㕀㖓㦭䫮㕝䣂㩘㞒㕝䣂㫗㟏㫗㞒㕝䉶

㗠䃹䢏䫮㕝㕝㫗䱟䣂䃹㕀㞒㕝䱟䃹㖓䆧䃹㕝䣂㫗䱟㞒䫮䱟㫗䅎㕝䣂㫗䙞䫮䱟㫗䃹㖓㕝䣂㫗㩘䱟䃹㕀㖓