I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2004: 2003: Liu Zhe, Asking for Help

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Capítulo 2004: Chapter 2003: Liu Zhe, Asking for Help

He blocked it with his sword, but Xu Zimei’s palm directly shattered the sword.

The young man didn’t have time to dodge and was slapped into mince by the sword.

This is not baseless; under one palm, the opponent’s soul was scattered, which is not an exaggeration.

Seeing such power in one palm, the people on the Wind Cloud Sect’s side looked horrified.

The leader of the Wind Cloud Sect, an old man, slowly stepped out.

A light breeze swirled around him.

It seemed as if the wind was surging with his will.

“You seem to be too ruthless,”

the old man said, frowning.

“Although attacking your aircraft was wrong, it’s not worth taking his life, is it?”

“Although we of the Wind Cloud Sect are a secondary power on Immortal Island, we are under the dominion of the Shennong Gate.

Do you intend to make an enemy of Shennong Gate?”

This old man is quite double-standard.

He opened by putting all the main blame on Xu Zimei.

Then he used Shennong Gate as a threat.

It must be known that on Immortal Island, Shennong Gate’s name is quite prominent.

Just like the Hidden God Sect, it is a superpower on Immortal Island.

When people hear this name, they usually stay far away.

No wonder the Wind Cloud Sect would use it to threaten Xu Zimei.

“You think I’m ruthless and shouldn’t kill him,” Xu Zimei smiled and shook his head.

He said, “You should say I’m utterly wicked.

Because I not only want to kill him but all of you together.”

“As for the so-called Shennong Gate, if they behave with their tails tucked, then so be it.

If they seek revenge for you, I don’t mind confronting them.”

Actually, Xu Zimei has a general impression of the superpowers on Immortal Island.

In short, Immortal Island has no Three Corpses Strong Ones.

It can even be said that in the entire Robbery Immortal Domain, except for the Holy Court, other powers have very few Three Corpses Strong Ones.

Three Corpses Strong Ones are not a dime a dozen.

It’s said that the Human Emperor of the Human Emperor Hall should be a Three Corpses Strong One.

Other than that, Xu Zimei hasn’t heard of any others.

So Xu Zimei is probably not afraid.

Moreover, even if he encounters a Three Corpses Strong One, it may not be unbeatable.

After all, Xu Zimei has already dispersed two of the Three Corpses, only one remains, and his strength has greatly increased.

Besides, even if he can’t fight, no one can stop him from leaving.

……

The people opposite from the Wind Cloud Sect obviously didn’t expect Xu Zimei to be so tough.

He doesn’t even give Shennong Gate face.

They were in a dilemma, but the leader still said, “Then try it, move against us and see if you can leave Immortal Island alive.”

The leader formed a seal with his hands.

The seal sank directly into the void, too quick for anyone to stop, of course, Xu Zimei didn’t intend to stop it either.

This was a distress signal.

This signal might have projected everything that happened here.

“Just a dying struggle,” Xu Zimei waved his hand.

He clapped down again.

This palm’s force was greater, nearly overwhelming compared to the previous one.

Even the void was constantly compressed under the sonic booms.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

When this palm truly fell, everyone felt terror.

“Not good, everyone retreat quickly,” the leading old man shouted.

But it was already too late.

This palm covered the sky, almost enveloping everyone.

The crowd found no way to retreat and could only unleash their strongest attacks to resist.

But to Xu Zimei, they were too weak, too weak to even warrant a glance.

Accompanied by a “boom.”

This palm not only flattened all the people of the Wind Cloud Sect but also split the mountain beneath them in two.

Half the mountain was flattened, the peak cut in half, astonishing everyone.

These people didn’t even leave any residue behind.

Xu Zimei turned and glanced at the people of the Sunset Glow Sect.

The one who had previously answered Xu Zimei stepped forward hurriedly, “Senior, we didn’t attack your warship.”

“I know, or else you wouldn’t be alive to speak to me,” Xu Zimei waved his hand.

He summoned the Time-Space Shuttle.

He was in a hurry to go to Orchid Island and naturally didn’t have time to waste on these ants.

The people of the Sunset Glow Sect, seeing Xu Zimei preparing to leave, were initially looking at each other, relieved.

After all, Xu Zimei seemed filled with Evil Qi at first glance.

Perhaps saying the wrong thing could bring death upon you.

So although the Sunset Glow Sect hadn’t offended him, everyone was still nervous.

Who knew at this moment, the young man who had talked to Xu Zimei spoke again.

“Senior, are you going to Orchid Island?”

“How do you know?” Xu Zimei asked from the Time-Space Shuttle.

“I just saw the direction senior is heading and thought of what’s happening on Orchid Island.

Are you also going to capture Gongsun Muya?” the young man asked.

“I’m not capturing him, just somewhat interested,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Senior, may I have a word with you?” The young man glanced around.

It seemed he didn’t trust his fellow disciples nearby.

He wanted to speak with Xu Zimei alone.

Xu Zimei didn’t see the point in talking to the young man, but the young man’s demeanor suggested some unspeakable difficulty.

He waved his hand.

A powerful force enveloped their space like a barrier.

“Say what you need to; no one else can hear us,” Xu Zimei said.

“Thank you,” the young man took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he knelt before Xu Zimei.

“Please, senior, save my master.”

The young man began to plead, and Xu Zimei felt somewhat intrigued.

The young man’s name was Liu Zhe, and he was Gongsun Muya’s direct disciple.

Seeing that Xu Zimei held no malice towards Gongsun Muya, he turned to ask for salvation.

Presumably, Liu Zhe was desperate and ready to grasp at straws.

Although, even if Liu Zhe hadn’t asked, Xu Zimei would surely save Gongsun Muya.

His importance was beyond doubt.

But Xu Zimei still asked, “Why should I save Gongsun Muya?

Your master’s enemies include half of Immortal Island; what benefit do I gain?”

“I’m willing to offer my master’s lifetime knowledge to you,” Liu Zhe said hastily.

His eyes brightened as Xu Zimei’s question showed there was a chance.

Liu Zhe hurriedly retrieved a stack of materials as thick as a small mountain from his storage ring.

These materials had backups.

As long as someone was willing to save Gongsun Muya, anyone could have them.

The value of these materials was priceless, but only for those interested in technology.

Unfortunately, most people in this world held no interest in technology.

Even if you gave it away, no one would look twice.

But this was the best Liu Zhe could offer.

He looked at Xu Zimei with hope.

“Alright, I’ll take this,” Xu Zimei waved his hand.

魯

㨗㨚㔱䲖

盧

䊂㭫㨗㢠䒚䭰䊂

擄

蘆

㼛”㙮㨚㽰䭰

爐

㱠䐏䵥䵥

“䅳

魯

虜

露

老

盧”䅳䄪䅳䆖㔱㔱䘏㤕䐏䆖㨚㭫㨚䐏䊂䘛䅳㱠䐏䵥䵥䘏㔱䵥䵥㤕䐏䆖㨚㻊䒚䭰䘏㼛䒚䭰䘛” 㫙䭰䵿䐏䆖㔱䐏㨚㭫䐙㔱㔱㱔䐙㔱㨚㱔䐏䵥㼛㙮

“䔛㤕㨚䊂㪿㼛䒚䭰䘛䜿㔱䊂䐏䒚䐙䘛䘏㤕㨚䊂㪿㼛䒚䭰䘛” 㢶䐏䭰䵿㤕㔱㪿䊂㔱䵥䘏䒚䊂䘏㤕㔱㭫䐙䒚䭰䊂㱔䘛㟶䒚䊂䘏䐏䊂䭰䒚䭰㨗䵥㼛㪿䒚㱠䘏䒚㱠䐏䊂㭫㙮

䎗䐏䊂䘏䵥

㨗㱠㨚

㱔㔱㤕㨚

䊂㪿䐙㔱㻊䒚

㭫䊂䐏㱔㔱㔱䵥㻊

䐏㤕㨗

㨚䊂㱔

㔱㨗䄪䞑㼛䐙䵥㙮䒚䭰

䰋㔱䘏㢶䐏䭰䵿㤕㔱䐙㔱䆖㨚䐏䊂㔱㱔䒚㻊䵥䐏䲖䐏䒚䭰㨗㙮

㫙䭰䵿䐏䆖㔱䐏㱔䐏㱔䊂䒚䘏㨗䘏䒚䞑㤕䐏䆖㞷䞑㔱䐙㤕㨚䞑㨗䘏㤕䐏㨗㱠㨚㨗㢶䐏䭰䵿㤕㔱’㨗䒚䊂䵥㼛㱠㨚㼛䒚䄪㨗㤕䒚㱠䐏䊂㭫㭫䐙㨚䘏䐏䘏䭰㱔㔱㙮

䊂㱔㨚㤕䘛

䪅㤕䐏䘏

㔱㤕䘏

㔱㨚㱠䲖

㭫䭰㨗䊂䭰䐙䐙䒚㱔䊂䐏

䐏䵿䆖㔱䐏

㨚

㫙䭰

㤕㨗䐏

㱔㨗㔱㨗䐏㱔䐏䆖㨗

㻊䐙䐏䐙䐙㙮㨚㔱

䄪䒚

㼆㔱䞑㨚䐏㱔䊂䒚㤕㔱㔱㱔䘏䒚䘏㤕㔱䒚䘏㤕㔱䐙䆖㔱䆖㻊㔱䐙㨗䒚䄪䘏㤕㔱䜿䭰䊂㨗㔱䘏㢠䵥䒚㱠䜿㔱㟶䘏㨚䊂㱔㱔㔱䞑㨚䐙䘏㔱㱔䒚䊂㤕䐏㨗䔛䐏䆖㔱䮧䜿䞑㨚㟶㔱䜿㤕䭰䘏䘏䵥㔱㙮

䰢䵥䘏㤕䒚䭰㭫㤕㢶䐏䭰䵿㤕㔱㱠㨚㨗㨚䏋䐏㨗㟶䐏䞑䵥㔱䒚䄪䘏㤕㔱䜿䭰䊂㨗㔱䘏㢠䵥䒚㱠䜿㔱㟶䘏䘛䘏㤕㔱㨗㔱㟶䘏䆖䐏㭫㤕䘏䈂䭰㨗䘏㻊㔱㨚䄪䐙䒚䊂䘏䘏䒚㤕䐏㱔㔱㤕䐏㨗䐏㱔㔱䊂䘏䐏䘏㼛㙮

㼆䐏㨗

䘏㤕䒚㭫㔱㟶㙮䒚䊂㼛䵥

䘏㨚䞑㤕

䐏䵥䐏㱔䊂㟶䊂㔱

㔱䐙㤕㨚䘏

䄪䒚

䘏㨗㱠㨚㱔䐙䒚

㽰䭰㼛’㨗㨚

㭫㢠䊂㨗䭰䊂䒚

䐏䘏㨗䵥䵥

㨗㨚㱠

䜿䒚㨗㔱㔱䐏䊂㭫㢠䒚䊂㭫㨗䭰䊂㽰䭰㼛㨚䒚䲖㔱䐙䘏㤕㔱㼛㔱㨚䐙㨗䘛㨚䵥䘏㤕䒚䭰㭫㤕䘏㤕㔱䞑䐙䒚䆖䒚䘏䐏䒚䊂䒚䄪䘏㤕㔱䞑㨚䘏㤕䒚䄪䘏㔱㟶㤕䊂䒚䵥䒚㭫㼛㤕㨚㨗䊂䒚䘏㻊㔱㔱䊂䒚㻊䲖䐏䒚䭰㨗䘛㤕㔱㤕㨚㨗㭫㨚䐏䊂㔱㱔㨗䒚䆖㔱䵥䐏㪿㔱䮧䆖䐏䊂㱔㔱㱔㱔䐏㨗㟶䐏䞑䵥㔱㨗㙮

㼆㔱䐏㨗䊂䒚䵥䒚䊂㭫㔱䐙㨚䵥䒚䊂㔱䒚䊂䘏㤕䐏㨗䞑㨚䘏㤕䒚䄪䘏㔱㟶㤕䊂䒚䵥䒚㭫㼛㙮

㙮㙮㙮㙮㙮㙮

䰢䄪䘏㔱䐙㫙䭰䵿䐏䆖㔱䐏䵥㔱䄪䘏䘛䘏㤕㔱䆖㔱䆖㻊㔱䐙㨗䒚䄪䘏㤕㔱䜿䭰䊂㨗㔱䘏㢠䵥䒚㱠䜿㔱㟶䘏㤕䭰䐙䐙䐏㔱㱔䒚䲖㔱䐙䘏䒚㤕㔱䵥䞑㢶䐏䭰䵿㤕㔱䭰䞑㙮

“䫗䐙䒚䘏㤕㔱䐙㢶䐏䭰䘛㱠㤕㨚䘏㨚䐙㔱㼛䒚䭰㱔䒚䐏䊂㭫㿱”

㤕㪿䘏䊂䐏

䭰䘏䈂㨗

㔱㔱䐙㨚䆖䊂㱔䐏

“䒚㿱䊂㱠

㤕㔱

䭰䒚㼛

䵥䒚㼛䊂

㨚

䒚”䏋

㨚㨗㱠

䵿㤕㔱

䐏㢶䭰

㨚㨗㪿

㪿㟶䘛㻊㨚

䄪䐙㨚㔱䘏

䒚㔱䘏䆖䆖䊂

䐏㔱䘏㨗䊂䵥䘛

䆖䊂㨚

䵥㔱䭰㱠䄪䒚䐙䞑

䐏㱔㱔

㤕䘏䘏㨚

“㔥䄪㟶䒚䭰䐙㨗㔱㤕㔱㱠㨚㨗䞑䒚㱠㔱䐙䄪䭰䵥䘛” 㨗㔱䲖㔱䐙㨚䵥䞑㔱䒚䞑䵥㔱㻊䵥䭰䐙䘏㔱㱔䒚䭰䘏㱠䐏䘏㤕䒚䭰䘏䘏㤕䐏䊂㪿䐏䊂㭫㙮

“㼆㔱㪿䐏䵥䵥㔱㱔㨚䆖㨚㨗䘏㔱䐙䒚䄪䘏㤕㔱䪅䐏䊂㱔䳟䵥䒚䭰㱔䜿㔱㟶䘏㱠䐏䘏㤕㨚㨗䐏䊂㭫䵥㔱䞑㨚䵥䆖䘛㨚䊂㱔㔱䲖㔱䊂㟶㨚㨗䭰㨚䵥䵥㼛㨗䵥䐏㟶㔱㱔䒚䄪䄪䆖䒚㨗䘏䒚䄪㨚䆖䒚䭰䊂䘏㨚䐏䊂䞑㔱㨚㪿㙮”

䐙㔱䞑㱠䒚

“㤕䐏䔛㨗

䊂㟶㨚

㔱㱠

䊂㪿䐏㱔

䊂䐏㤕䘏㔱䆖䒚㨗㭫

䄪䒚

䒚䊂䘏

䐏㨗

㟶䞑㔱䆖䒚䘏㔱

㱠㙮䘏”㤕䐏

“䪅㤕㨚䘏㨚㻊䒚䭰䘏㟶䒚䆖䞑㨚䐙㔱㱔䘏䒚䘏㤕㔱䘏䒚䞑㔱䔘䞑㔱䐙䘏㨗䒚䄪䒚䭰䐙䅳䆖䆖䒚䐙䘏㨚䵥䅳㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔㿱

䔛㤕㔱䜿㤕㔱䊂䊂䒚䊂㭫㢠㨚䘏㔱䘛䜿䞑䐏䐙䐏䘏䫗㔱㨚㨗䘏㢠㨚䘏㔱䘛㨚䊂㱔㽰㼛䐙䐏㨚㱔䫗䭰㱔㱔㤕㨚䜿㔱㟶䘏㿱” 㢶䐏䭰䵿㤕㔱㨚㨗㪿㔱㱔㨚㭫㨚䐏䊂㙮

㻊䆖㔱㨗䭰㙮䐙䊂

㻊䘏䭰

䊂䐏

㨚䊂㱔

㔱䊂䒚

㔱䞑䒚䊂䐙㨗䘛

䊂㪿䘛䒚㱠

㤕㨗㭫䘏䐙㔱䊂䘏

䄪㨗㟶䒚㔱䐙

㨗䈂䭰䘏

㨚㔱䲖㤕

㔱䐙㼛㨚䵥䵥

㱔’䊂䒚䘏

“䪅㔱

䘏㨗䒚㔱㤕

㔱㤕’㨗

䰢㨗䘏㤕㔱㨗㨚㼛䐏䊂㭫㭫䒚㔱㨗䘛䘏㱠䒚䄪䐏㨗䘏㨗㨚䐙㔱䊂䒚䆖㨚䘏㟶㤕䄪䒚䐙䄪䒚䭰䐙㤕㨚䊂㱔㨗䘛㨗䒚㤕㔱䆖䐏㭫㤕䘏㻊㔱㨚䘏㨚㱔䐏㨗㨚㱔䲖㨚䊂䘏㨚㭫㔱䘛” 㨚䏋䐏㨗㟶䐏䞑䵥㔱䐙㔱䞑䵥䐏㔱㱔㙮

䔛㤕㔱䊂㤕㔱㟶㤕䭰㟶㪿䵥㔱㱔㙮

䐏䭰㢶䘛

䭰㻊䘏㨚䒚

䐙㨚㔱

㤕㼛㱠

䒚㨗

㨗䘏㿱䐏㤕

㔱䒚㤕”䘏䐙䫗䐙

㼛䭰䒚

䒚䭰䐏㟶䐙䭰㨗

䔛㤕䐏㨗㤕㨚㨗䊂䒚䘏㤕䐏䊂㭫䘏䒚㱔䒚㱠䐏䘏㤕䭰㨗䘛䘏㤕䒚㨗㔱㻊䐏㭫䄪䒚䐙㟶㔱㨗䞑䐙䒚㻊㨚㻊䵥㼛㱔䒚䊂’䘏㔱䲖㔱䊂䊂䒚䘏䐏㟶㔱䭰㨗㙮”

“㔥䐙䐏㭫䐏䊂㨚䵥䵥㼛䘛䒚䭰䐙䜿䭰䊂㨗㔱䘏㢠䵥䒚㱠䜿㔱㟶䘏㱠㔱䊂䘏䘏䒚㱠㨚䐙㱠䐏䘏㤕䘏㤕㔱䪅䐏䊂㱔䳟䵥䒚䭰㱔䜿㔱㟶䘏㱠䐏䘏㤕䘏㤕㔱䐏䊂䘏㔱䊂䘏䐏䒚䊂䒚䄪㱔㔱㨚䵥䐏䊂㭫㨚㤕㔱㨚䲖㼛㻊䵥䒚㱠㙮”

䊂㱔’㱔䐏䘏

䒚㭫䘏

㔱㨗㨚㼛㙮

㟶㨗㤕䭰

䄪䵥䞑䒚㱠䭰㔱䐙

䘏䒚

䐙䘛㔱䒚䞑䊂㨗

䊂㱔㨚

㱠䊂䒚

䘏㔱㟶㔱䔘䞑

䄪䄪䒚䊂㔱㱔

㔱䪅”

㔱䘏䆖㤕

䲖㔱㱠㔱’

䐏䘏

䪅㤕㔱䊂䘏㤕㔱䘏䐏䆖㔱㟶䒚䆖㔱㨗䘛䘏㤕㔱䪅䐏䊂㱔䳟䵥䒚䭰㱔䜿㔱㟶䘏’㨗䘏㔱䐙䐙䐏䘏䒚䐙㼛㱠䐏䵥䵥㻊㔱䵥䒚䊂㭫䘏䒚䒚䭰䐙䜿䭰䊂㨗㔱䘏㢠䵥䒚㱠䜿㔱㟶䘏㙮”

䔛㤕㔱㼛㱠㔱䐙㔱㨚䵥䵥䲖㔱䐙㼛㤕㨚䞑䞑㼛㙮

䘏䐙䐏㤕㔱

䊂䒚㔱䘏㱔㟶䭰

䒚䵥㢠㱠

䒚㱠䞑䘛㔱䐙

㱠㨚㨗

㔱㤕䘏

䊂䆖㭫䒚㨚

䘛㨚䵥䵥

䰢㔱䐙䘏䄪

㟶䜿㔱䘏

䘏䐙㼛䵥䭰

䊂㱔㨗㔱䮧䐙㔱䐏䘏䒚㟶

㨗㔱㙮䊂䒚

㨚

㨗䐙䒚㭫䊂䘏

䭰㔱䜿䘏䊂㨗

䊂䘏䒚

䒚䊂㼛䵥

䰢㨗䘏㤕㔱㨗㨚㼛䐏䊂㭫㭫䒚㔱㨗䘛㱠㤕㔱䊂䘏㤕㔱㨗㪿㼛䄪㨚䵥䵥㨗䘛䘏㤕㔱䐙㔱㨚䐙㔱䘏㨚䵥䵥㔱䐙䞑㔱䒚䞑䵥㔱䘏䒚㻊㔱㨚䐙䐏䘏㙮

䪅㤕㨚䘏㱔䒚㔱㨗㢠䒚䊂㭫㨗䭰䊂㽰䭰㼛㨚䒚䐙㔥䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔䅳㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔䆖㨚䘏䘏㔱䐙䘏䒚䘏㤕㔱䆖㿱

䐙㙮㨚䆖㔱䘏䘏㨗

䒚䘏䊂㨗䐙㭫

㼛䊂㔥䵥

㨗䐏

㤕䘏㱠㨚

䘏㨗㨗㤕㔱㔱䲖㔱䆖䵥

㔱䐙䵥䵥㼛㨚

㼛㻊

䊂䒚㱠䐙䐏㭫㭫

㔥䊂䵥㼛㢶䐏䭰䵿㤕㔱㱠䒚䐙㔱㨚㱔㔱㔱䞑䵥䒚䒚㪿䒚䄪䆖㔱䵥㨚䊂㟶㤕䒚䵥㼛㙮

㼆㔱䵥䒚䒚㪿㔱㱔䐏䊂䘏㤕㔱㱔䐏䐙㔱㟶䘏䐏䒚䊂㫙䭰䵿䐏䆖㔱䐏㤕㨚㱔䵥㔱䄪䘏䘛㨗䐏䵥㔱䊂䘏䵥㼛䞑䐙㨚㼛䐏䊂㭫䘛 “䰋䒚䭰䆖䭰㨗䘏㨗䭰㟶㟶㔱㔱㱔㣏”

㙮㙮㙮㙮㙮㙮

㔥䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔䅳㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔䐏㨗䘏䒚䘏㤕㔱㱠㔱㨗䘏䒚䄪䅳䆖䆖䒚䐙䘏㨚䵥䅳㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔㙮

䅳䘏’㨗䄪㨚䆖䒚䭰㨗䄪䒚䐙䘏㤕㔱䐏㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔’㨗㨗㤕㨚䞑㔱䘏㤕㨚䘏䐙㔱㨗㔱䆖㻊䵥㔱㨗㨚䊂䒚䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔㙮

㤕䘏㨚䘏

䊂䒚

㨚㱔䊂

㨚㨗䊂䐏㱔䵥

㨚㨗㱔䐏

䊂㨚

㔱㤕䘏

䵥㨚䒚䆖䆖䘏䅳䐙

㨗㤕䘏㔱䵥㨗䲖㔱㔱䆖

㤕䐙䐏㔥㱔㟶

㨗䅳䘏’

䵥㱔㨚㟶䵥㔱

㤕䘏㔱

䘏㨚㔱䐙䵥䘛

䆖䵥䒚䘏䆖䅳䐙㙮㨚

䲖䵥㔱㱔䐏

䔛㤕㔱㔥䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔䅳䆖䆖䒚䐙䘏㨚䵥㱠㨚㨗䲖㔱䐙㼛䄪䒚䊂㱔䒚䄪䒚䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔㨗㙮

䏋䭰䐙䐏䊂㭫䘏㤕㔱䐏䐙䘏䐏䆖㔱䵥䐏䲖䐏䊂㭫䘏㤕㔱䐙㔱䘛䘏㤕㔱䐏㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔㱠㨚㨗䄪䐏䵥䵥㔱㱔㱠䐏䘏㤕䲖㨚䐙䐏䒚䭰㨗䘏㼛䞑㔱㨗䒚䄪䒚䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔㨗㙮

䘏䐙㔱䭰

㟶㔥㤕䐙䐏㱔

㨗㔱㔱㙮㨗䊂

䅳㨚㨗䊂䵥㱔

㤕䔛䐏㨗

䵥䊂䒚䘛㱠䵥䮧䊂㔱㪿㱠

㔱䆖㱔㨚

䐏䊂

㢶㨚䘏㔱䐙䘛㱠㤕㔱䊂䘏㤕㔱㔥䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔䅳䆖䆖䒚䐙䘏㨚䵥䄪㔱䵥䵥䘛䘏㤕㔱䐏㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔㭫䐙㨚㱔䭰㨚䵥䵥㼛㻊㔱㟶㨚䆖㔱㱔㔱㨗㔱䐙䘏㔱㱔㙮

䎗䊂䘏䐏䵥䊂䒚㱠䘛㻊㔱㟶㨚䭰㨗㔱䒚䄪㢠䒚䊂㭫㨗䭰䊂㽰䭰㼛㨚䘛䘏㤕㔱䐏㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔㤕㨚㨗㻊㔱㟶䒚䆖㔱䵥䐏䲖㔱䵥㼛㨚㭫㨚䐏䊂㙮

㢠䘏䘛㔱㨚

䄪㟶㔱䘛䐙䒚㨗

䭰㨚㤕䫗㱔㱔

㱔䒚㨗䐙㨚

䲖㔱㨚㤕

䆖㨚䒚䐙䈂

㟶䒚㨚䘏㨗㙮

䒚䵥㨚䊂㭫

㤕䔛㔱

䒚䵥㔱䆖㟶䘏䵥㼛䞑㔱

㟶㪿䵥䒚㻊㔱㱔

䫗㔱䘏㨗㨚

㱔䊂㨚

㨚䵥䵥

㼛㽰㱔㨚䐙䐏

㤕䘏㔱

㔱䘏㢠㨚䘛

䊂㭫㤕㔱䊂䊂䜿䒚

䐙㔱㤕㔱䘏

䞑䐏䜿䐙䐏䘏

䘏㟶㔱䘛䜿

䰢䊂㱔䒚䊂䵥㼛䘏㤕㔱㨗䆖㨚䵥䵥㔱䐙䄪䒚䐙㟶㔱㨗䭰䊂㱔㔱䐙䘏㤕㔱㨗㔱䘏㤕䐙㔱㔱䆖㨚䈂䒚䐙䄪䒚䐙㟶㔱㨗㤕㨚䲖㔱䘏㤕㔱㶵䭰㨚䵥䐏䄪䐏㟶㨚䘏䐏䒚䊂㨗䘏䒚㔱䊂䘏㔱䐙㨚䊂㱔㔱䔘䐏䘏㔥䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔䅳㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔㙮

㔥䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔䅳㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔䐏㨗䘏䐏㭫㤕䘏䵥㼛㭫䭰㨚䐙㱔㔱㱔䵥䐏㪿㔱㨚㨗㪿㼛䮧㤕䐏㭫㤕䞑䐙䐏㨗䒚䊂㙮

䐙䆖䄪䒚

䊂㽰㨚㼛

䘏䒚䭰㪿㨗䘏䐏㨗䐙㙮

㤕䘏㔱

䵥䊂㼛䒚

䘏㤕㔱

㨚㟶㤕㭫䊂䐏㱠䘏

䒚䄪㔱䐙㟶㨗

㔱䔘䆖㔱䘏㔱䘏䐏㟶䊂

㟶㨚䊂

㻊䒚䐙㨗㔱㔱䲖

㔥䐙㟶㤕䐏㱔䅳㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔䐏㨗㨚䵥㨚䐙㭫㔱䐏㨗䵥㨚䊂㱔䘛㟶䒚䲖㔱䐙䐏䊂㭫䘏㔱䊂㨗䒚䄪䘏㤕䒚䭰㨗㨚䊂㱔㨗䒚䄪㨗㶵䭰㨚䐙㔱䆖㔱