I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2111: 2110: Magpie Bridge Flower, Xiao Guizi Has Grown Old
Capítulo 2111: Chapter 2110: Magpie Bridge Flower, Xiao Guizi Has Grown Old
The vast mountains and rivers, magnificent as they come, submerge like the river of the mortal world, and the delicate river light as floating hair.
In short, the splendid mountains and rivers of the Yuan Central Continent are all in Wang Shusheng’s hands.
At his command, these mountains and long rivers create continuous phenomena, Luoshu controlling the Heaven and Earth Power, enough to suppress everything.
Seeing Wang Shusheng taking action, the Hundred Flowers Fairy naturally could not remain indifferent.
She gently lifted her hands, like a world-class flower blooming, Magpie Bridge Fairyland, connecting the worlds of mortals and fairies.
Although the concept of two realms doesn’t exist in the Yuan Central Continent, the means of Magpie Bridge Fairyland are truly extraordinary.
A flower named the Magpie Bridge Flower.
This Magpie Bridge Flower has an intriguing origin, and the flower itself is sufficiently ancient.
Long ago, there was a legend of the Magpie Bridge Flower, but this flower has not appeared for a long time.
Rumors often said the Magpie Bridge Flower had already gone extinct.
But the first ancestor of Magpie Bridge Fairyland found this flower, thereby establishing the huge organization of Magpie Bridge Fairyland based on it.
Since then, every generation of the master of Magpie Bridge Fairyland derived their strength from the Magpie Bridge Flower.
Unlike other practitioners, Magpie Bridge Fairyland is more like a legacy.
Back then, the Hundred Flowers Fairy stood out powerfully among the younger generation.
It was at that time the Hundred Flowers Fairy was positioned as the next master of Magpie Bridge Fairyland and thus received her master’s inheritance.
Upon receiving her master’s legacy, the Hundred Flowers Fairy naturally became the new master.
And her master died.
This is the inheritance; every generation of the master nurturing the Magpie Bridge Flower with their life, passing it down generation after generation.
As long as countless generations of ancestors nurture it, one day the Magpie Bridge Flower will be strong enough to push everything.
That day will be the era of Magpie Bridge Fairyland’s Becoming Emperor.
…
Back to the main topic, at this moment the Magpie Bridge Flower appeared.
The Hundred Flowers Fairy clasped her hands, gently rotating her wrists, instantly causing countless flowers to grow in the heaven and earth.
Though these flowers are stunningly beautiful, they bring no sense of appreciation but rather an intent to kill.
Each petal like a sharp sword, myriad flowers bloom, immediately enveloping the void.
It seems to want to densely cut the void into countless fragments.
As both sides unleash their means, Liu Sanjian strikes with his third sword.
This is the Thunderbolt sword.
The second purple sword represents Thunderbolt.
Extreme power, extreme speed, extreme thunder and fire, extreme ferocity.
Glorious might, openly and rightly.
Unlike the first sword, without much change, just a single horizontal push of everything.
“Boom, boom.”
This sword clashed with the mountains and rivers, this sword erupted like a thunderbolt.
Mountains shattered, rivers evaporated.
The Heaven and Earth Power controlled by Luoshu seemed to be disturbed.
The Heaven and Earth Power is a whole.
The heavens suppress humanity, humanity has a limit, while the heavens are infinite, but at this moment the Power of Heaven and Earth is forcibly shattered by Liu Sanjian’s second sword.
Once the power weakens, it inevitably leads to defeat.
But at this time, the blooming of the myriad flowers by the Hundred Flowers Fairy has already come to kill.
He is different from Wang Shusheng.
Wang Shusheng summons mountains and rivers, intending to block this sword, while the Hundred Flowers Fairy has no intention of defense.
Directly actively attacking, the best defense is offense.
She only wants to attack from the start, thereby forcing Liu Sanjian to defend and taking control of the initiative.
At this moment, the mountains and rivers shatter, the great momentum of the heavens is completely fallen.
And at this time, the world seems to be still in this eternal moment, thunderbolt between targeting Wang Shusheng and Hundred Flowers Fairy.
The blade of flowers cutting towards Liu Sanjian.
Both are extremely powerful attacks.
The three are still, all waiting, seeing who will gather first.
The sword and blade are both in a thought, a few seconds seem like centuries.
“Is he really unafraid?” Hundred Flowers Fairy frowns slightly.
She sees Liu Sanjian’s determination, willing to take her blade of flowers with his body, wanting to heavily wound the two with this second sword.
Aiming for mutual destruction, even dying together.
“Dodge,” Hundred Flowers Fairy shouts loudly.
Beneath her, a giant lotus blooms, lotus petals unfolding quickly wrapping her figure, trying to avoid this thunderous blade.
And Wang Shusheng is equally undecided, directly opening the Luoshu, a crack appearing in the void.
He hid within the Luoshu’s void world.
With a “boom,” a mushroom cloud of explosion burst open in the void.
Like an instant of extreme fireworks.
And Liu Sanjian did not intentionally dodge, he let the blade of flowers pass through his body.
The whole body seems about to be cut into pieces.
But his body is mighty, as petals insert into his body, he quivers, destroying all petals.
Despite being wounded, what of it!
And as the residual waves of the void explosion slowly calmed, everyone looked at Wang Shusheng and the others.
Although both had tried to evade, they were nonetheless wounded.
Wang Shusheng’s lips held fresh blood, looking rather embarrassed, while the Hundred Flowers Fairy’s face was pale.
Clearly suffered quite a bit.
“He knows for sure he will die today, wishing to exchange life for life; we have no need for that,” Hundred Flowers Fairy remarked.
Today’s situation, True Martial Holy Sect must be exterminated, Liu Sanjian must die.
But the two of them have no need to really sacrifice their lives.
After all, there are so many people present; if they died, no one would pity them, and other forces might secretly laugh.
Wang Shusheng has indeed suffered some losses.
On the other side, the Three Demon Kings of the Abyss of Nightmares also didn’t have it easy.
The three joined forces to attack, but Xiao Guizi remained calm.
His right hand gently pointed in the void, the whole void seemed suppressed, the giant formed from the Insect Demon King’s Essence Blood directly locked and motionless.
The sound of the flute resounded, like raging waves, extinguishing all flames of the Fire Demon King.
In the sky, phenomena appeared one after another, pouring down heavy rain.
Wherever the flames reach, it simply cannot ignite.
As for the Prison Demon King, he attempted to seal with chains, but Xiao Guizi lightly swung the bamboo flute, directly hitting the weakest point of the sealing.
Instantly destroying all seals.
Casually, the power of the three was dismantled.
And once again, Xiao Guizi formed seals with both hands, this is the Life and Death Seal, forming life and death.
A gigantic Tai Chi Diagram appeared in the void, soon, the black on the Tai Chi Diagram engulfed the white.
Terrifying might emanated from it.
Xiao Guizi coughed lightly a few times, his eyes full of fatigue.
Though he is powerful, he is now too old, ever since the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor, he has long reached the peak of a ruler.
But he hasn’t carried on Destiny, his realm difficult to grow, his lifespan nearing its end.
Every time he expends power, it is a consumption of life.
䘱䥳㭰㬪䢞
㥄䑖䢞䆟䀹䢞㥯
老
擄
虜
㩰㤣㯖
櫓
老
䢞㤣䀹
㯖㩰䍏
蘆
魯
䘒䕚㥯䆟
㯖㡺㡺㡺䵅䱧㯖䘱㯖
㩰㓼䀹
㡺䘒䰢䀹㭵
虜
盧
盧
䀯䍏 䱧㯖㯖㥯㯖㡺 䍏䘒 䱧䮭䙘䙘䆟㯖䱧䱧 㯖㭵㯖䆟㟆䍏㩰䀹䵅㥄㛎 䢞䵅㡺 䍏㩰㯖 㤣㩰䆟㯖㯖 䑖㯖㥯䘒䵅 䋛䀹䵅㥄䱧 䘒䕚 䍏㩰㯖 㢸䥳㟆䱧䱧 䘒䕚 䰂䀹㥄㩰䍏㥯䢞䆟㯖䱧 䓡㯖䆟㯖 䀹䵅䱧䍏䢞䵅䍏㭰㟆 䀹㥯㥯䘒䥳䀹㭰䀹䴁㯖㡺䰢
䀯䍏 䓡䢞䱧 䢞䱧 䀹䕚 䍏㩰㯖 䆟䮭㭰㯖䱧 䘒䕚 㩰㯖䢞㭵㯖䵅 䢞䵅㡺 㯖䢞䆟䍏㩰 䥳䘒䮭䵅㡺 㯖㭵㯖䆟㟆䍏㩰䀹䵅㥄㛎 䍏㩰㯖䀹䆟 䙘䘒䓡㯖䆟 䢞䵅㡺 䆟㯖䢞㭰㥯 䮭䍏䍏㯖䆟㭰㟆 䮭䵅䢞䥳㭰㯖 䍏䘒 䘱䘒㥯䙘䆟㯖㩰㯖䵅㡺䰢
䘒䕚
㩰䍏㯖
㯖㩰㤣䆟㯖
䱧㛎䢞䵅䍏䀹䍏䵅
䀹䋛䱧㥄䵅
䍏㟆㡺䆟䢞㭰䱧䀹㭰䢞䘱䰢
䘒㥯䵅䑖㯖
䵅䀯
䵅䢞
㩰䍏㯖
䢞䘱㩰㡺㥄䵅㯖
䢞䕚㯖䱧䘱
䥨䆟䀹㥄䀹䵅䢞㭰㭰㟆㛎 㶡䀹䢞䘒 䣈䮭䀹䴁䀹 䓡䢞䱧 䢞䵅 㯖㥯䙘㯖䆟䘒䆟㛎 䢞䵅㡺 䍏㩰㯖䱧㯖 䍏㩰䆟㯖㯖 䢞㭰䱧䘒 䘱䢞㭰㭰㯖㡺 䍏㩰㯖㥯䱧㯖㭰㭵㯖䱧 㯖㥯䙘㯖䆟䘒䆟䱧㛎 㯖㭵㯖䵅 䀹䕚 䍏㩰㯖䆟㯖 䓡䢞䱧 䱧䘒㥯㯖 㡺䀹䱧䙘䢞䆟䀹䍏㟆㛎 䀹䍏 䱧㩰䘒䮭㭰㡺䵅’䍏 㩰䢞㭵㯖 䥳㯖㯖䵅 䍏㩰䀹䱧 䘒䮭䍏䆟䢞㥄㯖䘒䮭䱧䰢
㒦䮭䍏 䮭䵅㡺㯖䆟 䍏㩰䀹䱧 䥳㭰䢞䘱㬪 㤣䢞䀹 㓼㩰䀹 䑖䀹䢞㥄䆟䢞㥯㛎 䍏㩰㯖 䍏㩰䆟㯖㯖 䀹䵅㡺㯖㯖㡺 䕚㯖㭰䍏 䍏㩰㯖 䥳䆟㯖䢞䍏㩰 䘒䕚 㡺㯖䢞䍏㩰䰢
㛎䮭”䱧
䢞䆟䘒㯖䆟㡺䰢
“㭵㿈㯖䢞
䘒㥯䑖䵅㯖
㩰㯖䍏
䵅䍏䀯䱧䘱㯖
㥄䀹䋛䵅
㒦䮭䍏 䍏㩰䘒䱧㯖 䢞䆟䘒䮭䵅㡺 䆟㯖㥯䢞䀹䵅㯖㡺 䀹䵅㡺䀹䕚䕚㯖䆟㯖䵅䍏䰢
㾚䀹䆟䱧䍏㭰㟆㛎 䥳㯖䘱䢞䮭䱧㯖 㶡䀹䢞䘒 䣈䮭䀹䴁䀹’䱧 䙘䘒䓡㯖䆟 䓡䢞䱧 䍏䘒䘒 䍏㯖䆟䆟䀹䕚㟆䀹䵅㥄㛎 䀹䕚 䍏㩰㯖㟆 䓡㯖䵅䍏 䍏䘒 䆟㯖䱧䘱䮭㯖㛎 䓡㩰䢞䍏 䀹䕚 䍏㩰㯖㟆 䓡㯖䆟㯖 㯖䵅㥄䮭㭰䕚㯖㡺 䍏㩰㯖㥯䱧㯖㭰㭵㯖䱧䁮
㡺䀹䰢䱧㯖㯖㥯
䀹䍏䍏䘒䮭䢞㛎䙘䵅㯖䆟
䢞
㡺䥳䢞
䘱䢞䱧䮭㯖㯖䥳
㭰䢞䘱㟆䍏䮭䢞㭰
㯖㭵䆟㯖㯖㟆䘒䵅
㩰䍏䀹㯖䆟
䘒䕚
䆟㥯䀹䰂䢞㥄㩰䱧䍏㯖
䆟䘒䕚
㯖㡺䙘䘒㩰
㯖㩰䍏
㟆㿈㭰㯖䵅㛎䘱䘒㡺
䢞㩰㡺
䥳䱧㟆㢸䱧
㤣㩰䀹䱧 䓡䢞䱧 䢞 㥄䘒䘒㡺 䍏㩰䀹䵅㥄㛎 䱧䘒 㯖㭵㯖䆟㟆䘒䵅㯖 䓡䢞䱧 䉷䮭䱧䍏 䓡䢞䍏䘱㩰䀹䵅㥄 䍏㩰㯖 䱧䙘㯖䘱䍏䢞䘱㭰㯖䰢
㦙䮭䱧䍏 䢞䱧 䍏㩰㯖 䥳㭰䢞䘱㬪 㤣䢞䀹 㓼㩰䀹 䑖䀹䢞㥄䆟䢞㥯 䓡䢞䱧 䢞䥳䘒䮭䍏 䍏䘒 䕚䢞㭰㭰㛎 䢞䵅㡺 㯖㭵㯖䆟㟆䍏㩰䀹䵅㥄 䓡䢞䱧 䥳㯖䘱䘒㥯䀹䵅㥄 䱧㯖䍏䍏㭰㯖㡺㛎 䓡㩰㯖䵅 䍏㩰㯖 㤣㩰䆟㯖㯖 䑖㯖㥯䘒䵅 䋛䀹䵅㥄䱧 䓡㯖䆟㯖 䀹䵅 㡺㯖䱧䙘䢞䀹䆟䰢
䓡䆟䘒㡺䱧
䍏䘒䀹䵅
㡺㡺㯖㿈䮭㛎㭰䵅㟆
㯖䱧㩰䵅䰢㯖㭵䢞
䮭䘒䵅䱧㡺
䀹㥄㩰㭰䍏
㯖㥯䱧䢞䍏䆟
䕚㥯䘒䆟
㭰䍏䓡㯖㩰䱧䀹
䘒䕚
䘒㥄䵅㭰
㩰㯖䍏
䆟䵅䘒㡺䆟䱧䕚䍏䢞㥯㯖
䕚䘒
䢞
㟆㭰㥄䀹䵅䕚
䕛䀹䍏㩰 䢞 “䥳䘒䘒㥯”䰢
䀯䵅 䢞 䥳㭰䀹䵅㬪㛎 䍏㩰㯖 㿈䓡䘒䆟㡺 㴮䀹 㭰䢞䵅㡺㯖㡺 䘒䵅 䍏㩰㯖 䥳㭰䢞䘱㬪 㤣䢞䀹 㓼㩰䀹 䑖䀹䢞㥄䆟䢞㥯㛎 䢞 䙘䘒䓡㯖䆟䕚䮭㭰 㯖㤝䙘㭰䘒䱧䀹䘒䵅 㯖䘱㩰䘒㯖㡺䰢
䥳䘱㬪㭰䢞
㡺䓡㿈䘒䆟
㭰䵅䢞㥄䘒
䢞䢞䀹䆟䑖㥄㥯
㤣㯖㩰
㓼㩰䀹
䵅㡺䢞
䰢䀹䍏
䀹㴮
䆟䱧㡺㯖㩰䍏䍏䢞㯖
㩰㯖䍏
㤣䢞䀹
䱧㯖䀹䍏㡺䵅䀹㤝䮭㩰㛎㥄㯖
䀹䓡㩰䍏
㤣㩰㯖 䙘䆟㯖䱧䱧䮭䆟㯖 䘒䵅 䍏㩰㯖䀹䆟 䥳䘒㡺䀹㯖䱧 㯖䢞䱧㯖㡺㛎 䍏㩰㯖 㤣㩰䆟㯖㯖 䑖㯖㥯䘒䵅 䋛䀹䵅㥄䱧 㑾䮭䀹䘱㬪㭰㟆 䆟㯖䍏䆟㯖䢞䍏㯖㡺 䍏䘒 䍏㩰㯖 䱧䀹㡺㯖㛎 㩰䢞㭵䀹䵅㥄 䉷䮭䱧䍏 䍏䆟䢞㭵㯖䆟䱧㯖㡺 䥳㯖䍏䓡㯖㯖䵅 㭰䀹䕚㯖 䢞䵅㡺 㡺㯖䢞䍏㩰䰢
㶡䀹䢞䘒 䣈䮭䀹䴁䀹 䕚䆟䘒䓡䵅㯖㡺 䱧㭰䀹㥄㩰䍏㭰㟆㛎 㭰䘒䘒㬪䀹䵅㥄 䍏䘒 䍏㩰㯖 㯖㡺㥄㯖 䘒䕚 䍏㩰㯖 䱧㬪㟆䰢
䥳㯖㭵䢞䘒㛎
㥯䕚䀹㥯䆟䢞㯖䵅䍏
㯖䱧㡺䵅㯖
䱧㩰䀹䍏
䘒㯖䍏䆟
䍏㩰㯖
㯖㛎㥯㥯䵅䍏䘒
䢞䵅㡺
㯖䱧㯖㡺㭰䵅䱧
䓡䆟䘒㡺㿈
䀹㴮
㩰䮭䆟䘒䍏㩰㥄
㩰㯖䍏
䍏㢸
㯖䵅㯖㭰㡺䰢䱧䱧
㤣㩰㯖 㿈䓡䘒䆟㡺 㴮䀹 䘱䘒䵅㡺㯖䵅䱧㯖㡺 䀹䵅䍏䘒 䢞 㭰䘒䵅㥄 䆟䀹㭵㯖䆟㛎 䢞䵅㡺 䍏㩰㯖 㿈䓡䘒䆟㡺 㴮䀹 㭰䘒䵅㥄 䆟䀹㭵㯖䆟 䍏䆟䢞䵅䱧䕚䘒䆟㥯㯖㡺 䀹䵅䍏䘒 䙘䢞䍏䘱㩰㯖䱧 䘒䕚 㥄䆟㯖㯖䵅 䘱㭰䘒䮭㡺䱧䰢
㢸㭰㭰 䍏㩰㯖 䓡㯖䢞䙘䘒䵅䱧 䙘䆟㯖䱧㯖䵅䍏 䱧㯖㯖㥯㯖㡺 䍏䘒 䥳㯖 䱧䮭㥯㥯䘒䵅㯖㡺㛎 㯖䢞䘱㩰 䘒䵅㯖 “䘱㭰䢞䵅㥄䘒䆟䘒䮭䱧”㛎 䢞䱧 䀹䕚 䢞䥳䘒䮭䍏 䍏䘒 䥳㯖 㡺䆟䢞䓡䵅 䕚䆟䘒㥯 䍏㩰㯖䀹䆟 䱧䘱䢞䥳䥳䢞䆟㡺䱧䰢
䵅䀹
䀹㴮
㯖䘒䢞䱧䙘䵅䓡
䓡䆟㿈㡺䘒
䘒䓡㭰㡺䆟㛎
㩰䍏㯖
㯖䱧㡺㥯䥳䮭䍏䀹䍏䰢
㭰㭰䢞
䥨䵅㯖
㲐㭵㯖䆟㟆䘒䵅㯖 㬪䵅㯖䓡 䍏㩰䢞䍏 䍏㩰䀹䱧 䓡䢞䱧 䍏㩰㯖 䕛䘒䆟㭰㡺 䀯㥯㥯䘒䆟䍏䢞㭰 㲶䀹 㓼㩰䢞䵅㥄䱧㩰㯖䵅㥄 䢞䆟䆟䀹㭵䀹䵅㥄䰢
䥨䵅㭰㟆 㩰㯖 䘱䘒䮭㭰㡺 䙘䘒䱧䱧㯖䱧䱧 䱧䮭䘱㩰 䢞 䙘䆟㯖䱧㯖䵅䘱㯖䰢
㤝䙘䍏䆟㯖㯖
䘒䆟
㭰䘒䰢䆟㯖䓡
䢞
䢞
䢞㩰㯖㡺
䍏䕛㩰㩰㯖㯖䆟
䥳䘒䕚㯖㯖䆟
㥄㓼㛎䵅䢞㯖㩰㥄䵅㩰䱧
䘒㛎㯖㯖䆟䙘䆟㥯
㯖䵅䀹㞧
䢞䵅
䢞㭰㯖㥯㠘
䘒㡺䍏䘒䱧
㲶䀹
㯖䑖䀹䵅㭵䀹
䍏㯖㟆㩰
䵅䢞䍏䮭㭰䢞㭰䆟㟆
㲐㭵㯖䆟㟆䘒䵅㯖 䱧䮭䙘䙘䆟㯖䱧䱧㯖㡺 䍏㩰㯖䀹䆟 䘒䓡䵅 䓡㯖䢞䙘䘒䵅䱧䰢
㢸䱧 䍏㩰㯖 㥄䆟㯖㯖䵅 䘱㭰䘒䮭㡺䱧 㡺㯖䱧䘱㯖䵅㡺㯖㡺㛎 䍏㩰㯖 㭰䘒䵅㥄 䆟䀹㭵㯖䆟 䱧䘒䢞䆟㯖㡺䰢
䵅㯖㭰㯖㥄䢞䍏
䀹䵅
䓡䀹䍏㩰
䕚䮭䀹䆟㥄㯖
䵅䢞
䆟䘒㭵㯖
㢸
㯖䘒㛎䥳䆟
䍏㩰䓡䀹㯖
㩰䴁䰢䀹䘒䵅䆟䘒
䢞
䆟䕚㥯䘒
㭰䘒䓡㟆䱧㭰
䍏㩰㯖
㡺䆟㛎㯖䘒䵅㥯㯖䢞
㡺㭰㬪䓡䢞㯖
㭰㡺䘱䢞
㤣㩰䀹䱧 䓡䢞䱧 䢞 㟆䘒䮭䵅㥄 㥯䢞䵅 䓡䀹䍏㩰 䥳㭰䢞䘱㬪 㩰䢞䀹䆟㛎 䱧䍏䆟䘒㭰㭰䀹䵅㥄 㭰㯖䀹䱧䮭䆟㯖㭰㟆㛎 䢞䱧 䀹䕚 䘒䥳䱧㯖䆟㭵䀹䵅㥄 䍏㩰㯖 䱧䘱㯖䵅㯖䆟㟆 䢞㭰䘒䵅㥄 䍏㩰㯖 䓡䢞㟆㛎 䵅㯖䀹䍏㩰㯖䆟 㩰䮭䆟䆟䀹㯖㡺 䵅䘒䆟 䱧㭰䘒䓡䰢
㲐㭵㯖䵅 䍏㩰䘒䮭㥄㩰 䢞㭰㭰 䍏㩰㯖 䱧䍏䆟䘒䵅㥄㯖䱧䍏 䘒䕚 䍏㩰㯖 㲐䢞䱧䍏㯖䆟䵅 㓼䘒䵅䍏䀹䵅㯖䵅䍏 䓡㯖䆟㯖 㩰㯖䆟㯖㛎 䵅䘒䵅㯖 䕚㯖㭰㭰 䀹䵅䍏䘒 㩰䀹䱧 㯖㟆㯖䱧䰢
䕚䘒
䆟㡺䆟㯖䘱䢞䀹
㩰䀹䱧
䱧㡺䆟㛎䘒䓡
䢞䵅㬪䀹
㯖䱧䢞
㭰㭰䢞
㥯䥳䢞䘱㥄䆟㯖䵅䀹
䵅䘒
䵅㯖䀹䥳㥄
㯖㡺䆟㥄㛎䮭䵅䆟䢞
㬪㯖㩰䵅䱧䵅䝓䰢䢞㯖㥄㩰䀹䢞㭵
䍏㩰”㯖
㯖㛎㭵䆟䱧䀹”䆟
䀹䱧㩰
䙘䘱㯖䵅䆟㯖㯖䱧
㭰㭰䕚䮭
㯖䛊
䍏䘒
㯖㯖䀹䆟䍏䵅
䕛㩰䀹䍏㯖 䆟䘒䥳㯖 㭰䀹㬪㯖 䱧䵅䘒䓡㛎 䢞 䵅䘒䥳㭰㯖 㥄㯖䵅䍏㭰㯖㥯䢞䵅 㭰䀹㬪㯖 䉷䢞㡺㯖䰢
“䣈䆟㯖㯖䍏䀹䵅㥄䱧 䍏䘒 䍏㩰㯖 䕛䘒䆟㭰㡺 䀯㥯㥯䘒䆟䍏䢞㭰㛎” 䢞䍏 䍏㩰䀹䱧 㥯䘒㥯㯖䵅䍏㛎 㯖㤝䘱㯖䙘䍏 䕚䘒䆟 䍏㩰㯖 䙘㯖䘒䙘㭰㯖 䘒䕚 䍏㩰㯖 㤣䆟䮭㯖 㤟䢞䆟䍏䀹䢞㭰 䛊䘒㭰㟆 㿈㯖䘱䍏㛎 㯖㭵㯖䆟㟆䘒䵅㯖 㯖㭰䱧㯖 䥳䘒䓡㯖㡺 䢞䵅㡺 䱧䢞㭰䮭䍏㯖㡺䰢
䵅䀹
䘒㥯㿈㯖
䵅䍏㭰㬪㯖
㯖㯖㥯䵅䍏䘱䀹㯖䍏䰢㤝
㯖㭵㯖䵅
䓡䵅㡺䘒
㤣㩰㯖 䱧䘒䮭䵅㡺 㭰䀹㬪㯖 䢞 䍏㩰䮭䵅㡺㯖䆟䥳䘒㭰䍏㛎 䱧䍏䆟䢞䀹㥄㩰䍏 䀹䵅䍏䘒 䍏㩰㯖 䱧㬪㟆㛎 䱧䍏䀹䆟䆟䀹䵅㥄 䍏㩰䀹䆟䍏㟆 㥯䀹㭰㭰䀹䘒䵅 䘱㭰䘒䮭㡺䱧 䢞䵅㡺 䓡䀹䵅㡺䱧䰢
㲶䀹 㓼㩰䢞䵅㥄䱧㩰㯖䵅㥄 䆟䢞䀹䱧㯖㡺 㩰䀹䱧 㩰㯖䢞㡺㛎 䓡䀹䍏㩰 䱧䓡䘒䆟㡺䝓㭰䀹㬪㯖 䥳䆟䘒䓡䱧㛎 䱧䍏䢞䆟䆟㟆 㯖㟆㯖䱧㛎 䆟㯖䱧䘒㭰䮭䍏㯖 䕚㯖䢞䍏䮭䆟㯖䱧㛎 㩰䀹䱧 䓡㩰䘒㭰㯖 䥳䘒㡺㟆 㭰䀹㬪㯖 䓡䀹䵅㡺 䢞䵅㡺 䘱㭰䘒䮭㡺 䍏䆟䢞䵅䱧䕚䘒䆟㥯䀹䵅㥄 㡺䆟䢞㥄䘒䵅㛎 䘒䵅㯖 䱧䍏㯖䙘 䆟㯖䢞䘱㩰䀹䵅㥄 䍏㩰㯖 㩰䘒䆟䀹䴁䘒䵅䰢
䘒㡺䘒䱧䍏
㯖䆟㟆㭵㯖䵅䘒㯖
㯖㩰
䘒䘒㛎㡺”䣈”
䙘䰢䮭
䱧䀹㯖䢞㡺䆟
䵅䢞㡺
䢞䵅㩰㡺㛎
㩰䀹䱧
㲶䀹 㓼㩰䢞䵅㥄䱧㩰㯖䵅㥄 䢞䆟䆟䀹㭵㯖㡺㛎 䍏㩰䀹䱧 䓡䢞䱧 㩰䀹䱧 䓡䘒䆟㭰㡺㛎 䢞䵅㡺 䢞㭰䱧䘒 㩰䀹䱧 㩰䘒㥯㯖 㥄䆟䘒䮭䵅㡺䰢
䕛㩰䀹䘱㩰㯖㭵㯖䆟 䕚䘒䆟䘱㯖 䀹䍏 䓡䢞䱧㛎 䵅䘒䵅㯖 㡺䢞䆟㯖㡺 䍏䘒 䱧䙘㯖䢞㬪 䘒䮭䍏 䘒䕚 䍏䮭䆟䵅 䢞䵅㟆㥯䘒䆟㯖䰢
㭰㭰㯖䕚
䀹㲶
䀹㶡䘒䢞
䘒䵅
䢞㩰㩰䵅㥄’㓼䱧㯖㥄䱧䵅
㥄㯖䴁䢞
䮭䰢䣈䀹䴁䀹
䛊㯖 䱧㥯䀹㭰㯖㡺 䢞䵅㡺 䱧䢞䀹㡺㛎 “㲐㭰㡺㯖䆟 䣈䮭䀹㛎 䓡㯖 㥯㯖㯖䍏 䢞㥄䢞䀹䵅䰢”