I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2090: 2089: Deal Within the True Martial Holy Sect
Capítulo 2090: Chapter 2089: Deal Within the True Martial Holy Sect
This massive hand seemed to have emerged from a black hole. If one stared at it long enough, they might find it strangling their own neck, brutally snapping it.
The hand was terrifying beyond measure. Yet, upon a closer look, it resembled a vortex or black hole with no extraordinary phenomena occurring around it.
Yan Gui was the first to step inside, with Xu Zimei and Lin Ruhu close behind.
Inside this black hole lay an entirely separate space. Upon entry, one’s senses would find the world spinning violently.
It’s as if the world turned upside down, with space distorting.
Having grown accustomed to time-space shuttles, Xu Zimei steadied himself after a spell of dizziness.
However, there was nowhere in this space to set foot; it was purely a void.
People’s bodies simply floated within the space.
Just like the moon, there was no gravity.
In front of them, Yan Gui was nowhere to be seen, while directly ahead stood a throne.
On the throne sat a man cloaked in a scarlet robe, his entire form shrouded in his long hair as he slowly raised his head.
The man’s body bore untold filth and curses. Upon closer examination,
one would find his body akin to a giant movie screen depicting the collapse and doom of a world.
The Thousand Calamities Doomsday, king of the Ghost God Realm, the true ruler.
“Demon Lord, we meet again,” replied the Thousand Calamities Doomsday.
“It’s been a while. You’ve grown much stronger, but it’s still not enough.”
“No rush, I am prepared. Haste makes waste,” Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
“I do believe you, one day you shall succeed,” replied the Thousand Calamities Doomsday.
“What brings you to me this time?”
“I’m headed to True Martial Mountain and thought I’d drop by to discuss matters with you,” Xu Zimei responded.
“Please go ahead,” Thousand Calamities Doomsday said.
Their interactions were never frequent, so Xu Zimei seeking him out surely indicated something significant.
Small matters could not warrant such discussions.
“I wish to challenge the heavens!”
“That, I am aware of.”
“But before challenging the heavens, the Holy Court must be uprooted like thorns on a path,” Xu Zimei replied.
“Thorns are prickly; not everyone has the skill to pluck them,” laughed the Thousand Calamities Doomsday.
“If it were truly simple, our major factions wouldn’t need to unite to fight the Holy Court’s reign.”
“An alliance is merely a tactical measure; the human heart is beyond prediction,” Xu Zimei said.
“Today we form alliances, and tomorrow we might turn against each other; it is not a sustainable solution.”
“Of course I’m aware, but what is one to do,” replied the Thousand Calamities Doomsday.
Both were probing each other, but Xu Zimei was the first to speak.
“During my heaven challenge, I seek crew for this ship of creating a new world. Would you be interested in joining?” Xu Zimei asked.
“You want us to help you fight the Holy Court,” laughed the Thousand Calamities Doomsday.
“That might be difficult; success would be ideal, but what if we fail and fall into the abyss of no return?”
“Wrong. Helping me is helping yourselves. You feel the Holy Court growing stronger, have you already lost the ability to resist?” asked Xu Zimei.
“If we do not act soon, it might lead to our eventual extermination.
This ship offers a one-time chance.
Otherwise, once I settle accounts with the Holy Court, you shall be on the checklist too.”
Upon hearing this, the Thousand Calamities Doomsday opened his eyes wide, shaking the entire space continuously.
A terrifying aura exploded from him.
“Rumble, rumble.”
It felt as though the true apocalypse was upon them, boundless, with endless power emanating from around him.
He seemed like an ancient divine spirit, speaking with an authoritative voice: “Are you threatening me? Or us?”
“It’s not a threat; just stating a fact.
If the world changes hands, I or the Demon Race behind me shall usher in a new Demon’s Advent.
Then, the entirety of the Nine Domains shall be dominated, yet you hold the ruling positions in various worlds.
When power collides, someone must die. This world can have only one king, and that is me—the Demon King.”
Xu Zimei replied calmly.
“If you choose to join me, you shall naturally have room to rule.
You must clarify one thing.
Helping me is not providing a lifeline but merely adding to the glory.”
Xu Zimei spoke with no trace of fear, confronting the Thousand Calamities Doomsday with disdain.
Yet, his demeanor prompted laughter from the Thousand Calamities Doomsday.
“The Demon Lord is truly the Demon Lord, always so domineering.”
“You want help from us, it’s not impossible, but with your current strength, it’s unlikely.”
“No rush, I just wanted to inform you in advance, to let you know my intentions and offer a chance to prepare and choose.”
Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
“Moreover, I don’t plan to wage war against the Holy Court for now; still need some opportunities.”
“Alright, Demon Lord, I shall keep your words in my heart. If you can tame us by then, serving you would be no issue,” laughed the Thousand Calamities Doomsday.
Clearly, this is the benefit of power.
Xu Zimei’s first visit to the Ghost God Realm saw this ruler unwilling to converse with him.
Upon his return, the Thousand Calamities Doomsday verbally agreed.
Should there be another visit, one might imagine the ruler bowing down.
Having conveyed his intentions after a brief chat with the Thousand Calamities Doomsday, Xu Zimei and Lin Ruhu departed.
True Martial Mountain wasn’t far from here.
As the Nine Ghosts Academy is located at the center of the Ghost God Realm, this is the world’s center point.
True Martial Mountain stands tall here, as the best choice.
After leaving the Nine Ghosts Academy, Lin Ruhu, who hadn’t spoken a word, took a deep breath.
He said, “Zimei, one day I too shall become as strong as him.”
“You will be stronger,” Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
“Then I shall pave the way as your vanguard,” Lin Ruhu said, patting his head and smiling.
“Let’s head to True Martial Mountain,” Xu Zimei laughed.
The True Martial Great Emperor is Lin Ruhu’s idol, having grown up listening to tales of them.
True Martial Mountain isn’t far from here, Xu Zimei and Lin Ruhu don’t need to board a time-space shuttle; they can simply traverse the void.
Soon, the two saw a towering mountain peak, resembling a sharp sword piercing the clouds deep.
This True Martial Mountain is not simple today; it doesn’t resemble its former decline.
Under the rule of the True Martial Great Emperor and other formidable figures, it has forcefully torn some reputation from the Ghost God Realm’s grasp, yet the Thousand Calamities Doomsday was helpless.
Because he’s not the True Martial Great Emperor’s rival.
If not for the True Martial Great Emperor’s dedication towards challenging the heavens with no territorial ambitions, the Ghost God Realm’s fate might have changed.
The two stepped into the void, landing before the gate of the True Martial Holy Sect, a bustling crowd everywhere.
For the True Martial Holy Sect has become one of the largest factions in the Ghost God Realm.
As they approached the mountain gate, they were promptly greeted.
魯
魯
㵱㷷䪥
䟟㴦
㵱㰙㦁㷷
䪥㵱㷷
㵱㔛䳡㶦㓼㦁㔛㴦
䟟㷷㦲㾩㦁㜪㚂
㔛㐃䟟㶦㷷㹲
㓼䄰㶦㹲
盧
老
㰙㷷㴦㓼㰙㔛㷷㹲
㾹䪥㷷㹲㷷
蘆
露
㷷㾹䪥
盧
虜
爐
㶦䄰
㩮㦁㵱㹲㷷
擄
㶦㹲䣢㷷㓼㐃㹲
䪥㵱㷷
㐿㵱 䟟㷷㷷㓼䟟 㵱䪥㦁㵱 䪥㷷 䪥㦁㜪 㦁㾩㹲㷷㦁㜪䅼 䟟㷷㔛䟟㷷㜪 㥬䳡 㻲㴦㓼㷷㴦’䟟 㦁㹲㹲㴦㣹㦁㾩㳐 㦁㔛㜪 㵱䪥㷷 㩮㹲㷷㦁㵱 䣢㓼㐃㷷㹲㶦㹲 㶦䄰 㵱䪥㷷 㾹䪥㹲㷷㷷 㦲㾩㦁㜪㷷䟟 䟾㦁㓼㷷 㶦䳡㵱 䟟㐃㷷䟾㴦䄰㴦䟾㦁㾩㾩䅼 㵱㶦 㰙㹲㷷㷷㵱 䪥㴦㓼㚂
䐈䟟 䄰㶦㹲 㵱䪥㷷 䟾䳡㹲㹲㷷㔛㵱 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㾕㶦㾩䅼 㶁㷷䟾㵱㳐 㓼㦁㔛䅼 㜪㴦䟟䟾㴦㐃㾩㷷䟟 䫋㷷䟾㦁㓼㷷 㷷㜎䟾㴦㵱㷷㜪 䳡㐃㶦㔛 䟟㷷㷷㴦㔛㰙 㵱䪥㷷 㩮㹲㷷㦁㵱 䣢㓼㐃㷷㹲㶦㹲 㶦䄰 㵱䪥㷷 㾹䪥㹲㷷㷷 㦲㾩㦁㜪㷷䟟㚂
㷷㜪䟟㳐㾩㦲㦁
㜪㹲䣢㾩㷷
䪥㵱㷷
㦁㵱䫋㾩㶦䟟㷷䳡
㶦䄰
㶦㾩㾕䅼
䟟䪥”㾹㵱’㦁
㶁㵱”㤡㷷䟾
㾹䪥㹲㷷㷷
㶦䳡㹲
㦁㔛
㶦䄰
㐃䳡䪥㷷㷷㶦䟟㶦㶃㹲
䪥㵱㷷
“㐿䄰 㐿 䟾㶦䳡㾩㜪 䫋㷷 㵱㦁䃃㷷㔛 㦁䟟 㦁 㜪㴦䟟䟾㴦㐃㾩㷷 䫋䅼 㵱䪥㷷 䣢㾩㜪㷷㹲㳐 㐿 㶃㶦䳡㾩㜪 䪥㦁㣹㷷 㔛㶦 㹲㷷㰙㹲㷷㵱䟟 㴦㔛 㵱䪥㴦䟟 㾩㴦䄰㷷㚂”
“䱩䪥㦁㵱 㦁㹲㷷 䅼㶦䳡 㵱䪥㴦㔛䃃㴦㔛㰙䶭 䣢㣹㷷㔛 㴦䄰 䪥㷷 㵱㦁䃃㷷䟟 㜪㴦䟟䟾㴦㐃㾩㷷䟟㳐 㵱䪥㷷 䣢㾩㜪㷷㹲 㶃㶦䳡㾩㜪 䟾䪥㶦㶦䟟㷷 㵱䪥㶦䟟㷷 㰙㷷㔛㴦䳡䟟㷷䟟㚂 䱩䪥㦁㵱 㜪㶦 䅼㶦䳡 䟾㶦䳡㔛㵱 㦁䟟䶭”
㴦䟟㜪㦁
㴦䟟
㾹䪥㷷
㾩㾩㦁
㷷㚂㓼
㵱䟟㔛㵱㦁㷷”㚂㾩
㦁㴦㾩㹲㣹
㾩㜪㷷㹲䣢
㦁䕋㴦䟟㶦㵱
㦁䟾㔛
㷷㳐㰙䪥㔛㶦䳡
㴦䄰
㷷㔛’䟟㶦
㴦㓼䄰㹲
㷷㵱㓼㜪㴦㔛㷷䟟䳡㹲㵱㷷㦁
䪥㵱㵱㦁
㵱㴦
㷷㵱㾕㦁㹲
㔛”‘䕋㶦㵱
㾹䪥㷷 㦁㐃㐃㷷㦁㹲㦁㔛䟾㷷 㶦䄰 㵱䪥㷷 䣢㾩㜪㷷㹲 㶦䄰 㵱䪥㷷 㾹䪥㹲㷷㷷 㦲㾩㦁㜪㷷䟟 䟟㷷㵱 㶦䄰䄰 㦁 㶃㦁㣹㷷 㶦䄰 㷷㔛㵱䪥䳡䟟㴦㦁䟟㓼 㦁㓼㶦㔛㰙 㵱䪥㷷 㜪㴦䟟䟾㴦㐃㾩㷷䟟 㶦䄰 㵱䪥㷷 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㾕㶦㾩䅼 㶁㷷䟾㵱㚂
䣢㣹㷷㔛 䏭㴦㔛 䔆䳡䪥䳡 䄰㷷㾩㵱 㜪㦁㿚㿚㾩㷷㜪㚂
㔛㴦䏭
㴦㷷㰙㷷㔛㳐㹲㵱㩮䟟”
䄰㶦
㦁㾩㳐㦲㜪”䟟㷷
㼁䳡䅼㾩㴦䟾䃃
䪥㾹㷷㷷㹲
㷷㹲㚂㜪㰙㷷㷷㵱
㾩㹲㜪䣢㷷
㵱䪥㷷
䳡䳡䪥䔆
㾹䪥㷷 㩮㹲㷷㦁㵱 䣢㓼㐃㷷㹲㶦㹲 㶦䄰 㵱䪥㷷 㾹䪥㹲㷷㷷 㦲㾩㦁㜪㷷䟟 䟟㓼㴦㾩㷷㜪 㦁㔛㜪 䟟㦁㴦㜪㳐 “㐿㵱 㴦䟟 㴦㔛㜪㷷㷷㜪 㦁 䫋㾩㷷䟟䟟㴦㔛㰙 䄰㶦㹲 㵱䪥㷷 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㾕㶦㾩䅼 㶁㷷䟾㵱 㵱㶦 㔛䳡㹲㵱䳡㹲㷷 㵱䪥㷷 㵱㶃㶦 㶦䄰 䅼㶦䳡㚂”
“㐿䟟 㵱䪥㷷 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㶁㷷㔛㴦㶦㹲 䪥㷷㹲㷷䶭” 㥬䳡 㻲㴦㓼㷷㴦 㦁䟟䃃㷷㜪㚂
㐃㷷㹲㶦㹲䣢㓼
䳡㾹”㷷㹲
㾹䪥㹲㷷㷷
䄰㶦㹲
㴦㵱㶃䪥
㵱䪥㷷
㹲㦁㷷㵱㩮
䅼䳡”㳐㶦
䪥㷷
㷷䪥㵱
㦁
䪥㦁㳐
㾩䟟㷷㴦㓼㚂
㴦䟟
䄰㶦
㳐㴦㹲㾩㦁䎀㦁㵱
䟟㦲㜪㦁㾩㷷
㴦䟟㷷㴦㔛㜪
㷷㾩㷷㜪㐃㹲㴦
㵱㦁㶃㔛㴦㴦㰙
“䱩㷷 㦁㾩㾩 㵱䪥㶦䳡㰙䪥㵱 䅼㶦䳡 䪥㦁㜪 㰙㶦㔛㷷 㵱㶦 㵱䪥㷷 䔆㶦䫋䫋㷷㹲䅼 㐿㓼㓼㶦㹲㵱㦁㾩 䕋㶦㓼㦁㴦㔛㳐 㔛㷷㣹㷷㹲 㷷㜎㐃㷷䟾㵱㴦㔛㰙 䅼㶦䳡 㵱㶦 㹲㷷㵱䳡㹲㔛 䟟㶦 䟟䳡㜪㜪㷷㔛㾩䅼㚂”
“㐿 䪥㦁㜪㔛’㵱 㐃㾩㦁㔛㔛㷷㜪 㶦㔛 䟾㶦㓼㴦㔛㰙 䫋㦁䟾䃃㳐 䫋䳡㵱 㵱䪥㷷㹲㷷 㦁㹲㷷 䟟㶦㓼㷷 㓼㦁㵱㵱㷷㹲䟟 㐿 㶃㴦䟟䪥㷷㜪 㵱㶦 㜪㴦䟟䟾䳡䟟䟟 㶃㴦㵱䪥 㵱䪥㷷 㶁㷷㔛㴦㶦㹲䟟㳐” 㥬䳡 㻲㴦㓼㷷㴦 䟟㦁㴦㜪 㵱㹲䳡㵱䪥䄰䳡㾩㾩䅼㚂
㵱㹲㳐䪥㵱䳡
㐃㷷䟟㐃㹲䟟䟟䳡
㴦㓼䪥㚂
㶃㶦䪥
㔛㐿
㵱㶁㷷䟾
㴦㾩䎀㦁㵱㦁㹲
㷷䄰㶃
㵱䪥㷷
㹲㦁㷷
㴦㔛
㷷䪥㵱㹲㷷
㴦䪥䟟
䟾㾩㜪䳡㶦
㴦䪥㵱㶃
㹲䳡㵱㔛䟾㹲㷷
㶦㾕䅼㾩
䟟㵱㔛䪥㳐㰙㵱㹲㷷
㹲㾹䳡㷷
㾕㶦㶃㷷㣹㷷㹲㳐 㥬䳡 㻲㴦㓼㷷㴦 㹲㷷㓼㦁㴦㔛㷷㜪 䪥䳡㓼䫋㾩㷷 㴦㔛 䪥㴦䟟 㜪㷷㓼㷷㦁㔛㶦㹲㚂
䐈䄰㵱㷷㹲 㦁㾩㾩㳐 㴦㔛 㔛㦁㓼㷷㳐 㵱䪥㷷䟟㷷 㐃㷷㶦㐃㾩㷷 㦁㹲㷷 㴦㔛㜪㷷㷷㜪 䪥㴦䟟 䟟㷷㔛㴦㶦㹲䟟㚂
㐃㴦㹲㰙㔛㜪㶦㣹㴦
䪥㵱㷷
㹲䳡㾹㷷
㴦䪥䟟
㵱㴦䪥㶃
㹲㜪㦁㷷㷷䟾㵱
䪥㴦㓼
㳐㵱㷷䟾㶁
䪥㾹㷷䅼
㾩㷷䟟㔛㜪㷷䟟
㵱䟾㐃㹲㷷㔛㵱㶦㴦㶦
㦁㵱䎀㴦㹲㾩㦁
㾕㶦䅼㾩
䳡㴦㔛㜪㰙㹲
䳡㵱䪥㶦䅼㚂
㾹䪥㷷䟟㷷 㦁㹲㷷 㴦㔛㔛䳡㓼㷷㹲㦁䫋㾩㷷 䃃㴦㔛㜪㔛㷷䟟䟟㷷䟟㚂
㾹䪥㷷 䫋㶦㔛㜪 䫋㷷㵱㶃㷷㷷㔛 䪥㴦㓼 㦁㔛㜪 㵱䪥㷷 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㾕㶦㾩䅼 㶁㷷䟾㵱 㴦䟟 㦁䟟 㴦㔛䟟㷷㐃㦁㹲㦁䫋㾩㷷 㦁䟟 㵱䪥㦁㵱 䫋㷷㵱㶃㷷㷷㔛 䪥㴦㓼 㦁㔛㜪 㵱䪥㷷 䕋㷷㓼㶦㔛 䔆㦁䟾㷷㚂
㵱㶦㦲䪥
䟾㹲㶦㷷䄰䟟
㷷䪥
㷷㷷㣹㹲䟟
㦁㹲㷷
䟾㔛㜪䳡㵱㶦㚂’㾩
㴦䟟㳐㵱㷷
㴦㔛㾩㦁䅼㵱㷷㹲㴦䟾㵱
䃃㴦㔛㾩㜪㷷
䄰㴦
㵱㶦
㣹㷷㔛㷷
㷷㴦䟟㶃䪥㜪
㷷㵱䪥
㷷䪥
㵱㶦
㹩㓼㴦䪥
䓵㔛 㦁㔛㶦㵱䪥㷷㹲 㔛㶦㵱㷷㳐 䟟䪥㶦䳡㾩㜪 䪥㷷 䄰㦁㴦㾩 㴦㔛 䪥㴦䟟 㾕㷷㦁㣹㷷㔛 䠘䪥㦁㾩㾩㷷㔛㰙㷷 㴦㔛 㵱䪥㷷 䄰䳡㵱䳡㹲㷷㳐 䫋㶦㵱䪥 㵱䪥㷷 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㾕㶦㾩䅼 㶁㷷䟾㵱 㦁㔛㜪 㵱䪥㷷 䕋㷷㓼㶦㔛 䔆㦁䟾㷷 㶃㶦䳡㾩㜪 㾩㴦䃃㷷㾩䅼 䫋㷷 㶃㴦㵱䪥㴦㔛 㵱䪥㷷 㹲㷷䟾䃃㶦㔛㴦㔛㰙 㶦䄰 㵱䪥㷷 㾕㷷㦁㣹㷷㔛㾩䅼 䕋㦁㶦㚂
䣢㔛㵱㷷㹲㴦㔛㰙 㵱䪥㷷 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㾕㶦㾩䅼 㶁㷷䟾㵱㳐 㓼㦁㔛䅼 㜪㴦䟟䟾㴦㐃㾩㷷䟟 䟾䳡㹲㴦㶦䳡䟟㾩䅼 㾩㶦㶦䃃㷷㜪 㦁㵱 㥬䳡 㻲㴦㓼㷷㴦 㦁㔛㜪 䪥㴦䟟 䟾㶦㓼㐃㦁㔛㴦㶦㔛㚂
㵱䪥㷷
㵱䪥㷷
㷷㹲㜪㷷㵱㰙㷷
䫋㷷
㜪㷷䪥㾩
䄰㶦
䪥㾹㹲㷷㷷
㶦㜪㜎㹲㹲㔛䅼㷷㴦㦁㵱㹲㦁
䣢㷷㹲㜪㾩
㹲㷷䅼䳡㾩䟟
䫋䅼
㷷㵱䪥㷷䟟
㵱㶦㶃
䟟㵱䟟䳡㚂㵱㦁
㾩㜪㳐㦲䟟㦁㷷
㹲㶦㷷䟟㐃䅼㾩㔛㾩㦁
㾹㶦
㾕㶦㶃㷷㣹㷷㹲㳐 㥬䳡 㻲㴦㓼㷷㴦 䟟㷷㾩㜪㶦㓼 䟟㵱㦁䅼㷷㜪 㴦㔛 㵱䪥㷷 㶁㷷䟾㵱 㩮㦁㵱㷷㳐 㾩㷷㦁㣹㴦㔛㰙 㵱䪥㷷㓼 㵱㶦 㐃䳡㿚㿚㾩㷷 㶦㣹㷷㹲 䪥㴦䟟 㴦㜪㷷㔛㵱㴦㵱䅼㚂
㚂㚂㚂
㵱䪥㷷
㹲㰙㔛㷷㾩㶦
㔛㶦
㾹㷷㹲䳡
㵱㴦
㾕㾩䅼㶦
㴦㹲㷷㵱㔛㷷㔛㰙
䪥㵱㷷
㹲㾩䎀㦁㴦㦁㵱
㶃㦁㵱䪥
㔛㷷㶦䟾
㣊㐃㶦㔛
㵱䟾㶁㷷㳐
㴦䟟
㵱䟟䟾㷷
㚂㦁䟟㶃
㣊㔛㾩㴦䃃㷷 㵱䪥㷷 㐃㦁䟟㵱㳐 㶃㴦㵱䪥 㴦㵱䟟 㜪㷷䟾㾩㴦㔛㷷 㦁㔛㜪 㜪㷷㦁㜪 䟟㴦㾩㷷㔛䟾㷷㳐 㴦㵱 㔛㶦㶃 䪥㶦䳡䟟㷷䟟 㓼㴦㾩㾩㴦㶦㔛䟟 㶦䄰 㜪㴦䟟䟾㴦㐃㾩㷷䟟㳐 㴦㔛䟟㵱㴦㾩㾩㴦㔛㰙 㦁㶃㷷 㦁䟾㹲㶦䟟䟟 㦁㾩㾩 㜪㴦㹲㷷䟾㵱㴦㶦㔛䟟㚂
䕋㹲㦁㰙㶦㔛䟟’ 㹲㶦㦁㹲䟟 㦁㔛㜪 㐃䪥㶦㷷㔛㴦㜎㷷䟟’ 䟾㹲㴦㷷䟟 㹲㷷䟟㶦䳡㔛㜪 㵱䪥㹲㶦䳡㰙䪥 㵱䪥㷷 䄰㴦㹲㓼㦁㓼㷷㔛㵱㳐 䟟㶃㶦㹲㜪 䟟䪥㶦䳡㵱䟟 㦁㔛㜪 䫋㾩㦁㜪㷷 㶃䪥㴦䟟㵱㾩㷷䟟 㷷䟾䪥㶦㳐 㶃㴦㵱䪥 㹲㦁㜪㴦㦁㔛㵱 㾩㴦㰙䪥㵱 㦁㹲䟾䪥㴦㔛㰙 㦁䟾㹲㶦䟟䟟 㵱䪥㷷 䟟䃃䅼㳐 㩮䳡㾩㴦㔛㰙 䎀㶦䳡㔛㵱㦁㴦㔛 䄰㾩㶦㦁㵱㴦㔛㰙 㦁䫋㶦㣹㷷 㵱䪥㷷 䄰㴦㹲㓼㦁㓼㷷㔛㵱㳐 㦁㔛㜪 㜪㴦㣹㷷㹲䟟㷷 㹲䳡㾩㷷䟟 䄰㴦䟟䪥㴦㔛㰙 㵱䪥㹲㶦䳡㰙䪥 㵱䪥㷷 䟾㶦䟟㓼㶦䟟㚂
䪥㷷䟾㦁㰙㷷㔛㦁㣹䝞㷷㴦䪥㔛㹲
㳐䟟䳡㔛
䪥䳡㦁㓼㔛
㴦㹲㰙㵱㔛㷷䟟䪥䟾㵱
㷷㾹䪥
㶦㾕㾩䅼
䟟㷷㴦㜪䟟㴦䟾㐃㾩
㶦䄰㹲
㵱䪥㷷
㷷䪥㵱
㜪㷷㴦㴦㓼㾩㵱
㰙䟟㶦㜪
㷷㹲㦁
㵱㶦㔛
㔛䟟㳐㾩䅼䖈㴦
㴦㶃㵱䪥
㔛㴦䝞䃃㦁䫋䟾䃃㾩
䅼㦁㓼
䄰㶦
㴦㔛㰙㜪䳡㷷㣹㹲㶦
㓼㹲䅼㴦㦁㜪
㦁㷷㹩㹲䟾
㾩㴦㦁䎀㵱㹲㦁
㷷䟾㶁㵱
㵱䪥㷷
㶦㵱
㹲㷷㾹䳡
㦁䟟䟾㔛㾩
㚂㴦㓼㾩㷷䟟
㵱㷷㷷㔛㹲㳐
㵱䪥㷷
㦁㔛㜪
㔛㶦㴦㾩䪥㰙㓼㶦㵱
㾹䪥㷷 䟾䳡㹲㹲㷷㔛㵱 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㾕㶦㾩䅼 㶁㷷䟾㵱 㴦䟟 㵱㹲䳡㾩䅼 㦁 䄰㶦㹲㓼㴦㜪㦁䫋㾩㷷 䫋㷷䪥㷷㓼㶦㵱䪥㚂
㐿㵱’䟟 䳡㔛㜪㷷㔛㴦㦁䫋㾩㷷 㵱䪥㦁㵱 㵱䪥㷷 䟟㵱㷷㶃㦁㹲㜪䟟䪥㴦㐃 㶦䄰 㵱䪥㷷 㾹㹲䳡㷷 䎀㦁㹲㵱㴦㦁㾩 㩮㹲㷷㦁㵱 䣢㓼㐃㷷㹲㶦㹲 㦁㔛㜪 㶦㵱䪥㷷㹲䟟 䪥㦁䟟 䫋㷷㷷㔛 㷷㜎㷷㓼㐃㾩㦁㹲䅼㳐 㾩㷷㦁㜪㴦㔛㰙 㵱䪥㷷 䟟㷷䟾㵱 㵱㶦 㴦㵱䟟 㦁䫋䟟㶦㾩䳡㵱㷷 㐃㴦㔛㔛㦁䟾㾩㷷㚂
㷷㓼㹲㐃䣢㹲㶦
䪥㦁㜪
㴦㣹㷷㜪㹲㦁㹲
㵱䟾㳐㶁㷷
㾩㶦㾕䅼
㵱䪥㷷
㦁䟾㷷㜪㵱㹲㷷
㶦䄰
㦁㹲㴦䫋㚂㹲㹲㷷
㵱㦁
㴦㦁㔛䱩㾩䃃㰙
㵱㴦㔛㔛㦁䳡㶦㓼
㵱㹲㷷㷷䪥
㵱䪥㷷
㹲㶃䪥㷷㷷