I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2114: 2113: Devouring Heaven Demon Pot, Martial God Sword, and Undying Blade
Capítulo 2114: Chapter 2113: Devouring Heaven Demon Pot, Martial God Sword, and Undying Blade
“You’ll understand if you continue watching. It’s a demonic pot,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.
“The Devouring Heaven Demon Pot, an ancient item among the Demon Race, though it holds little use for me.
I requested it from Bai Meng, and after refining it, added several Emperor Patterns, leaving it in the True Martial Holy Sect.”
“Can this Devouring Heaven Demon Pot put an end to Li Changsheng?” Lin Ruhu asked.
“If I were to refine it now, ten Li Changshengs would not be enough. But back then, I was just newly becoming an emperor.
There’s a world of difference compared to my current strength.
No matter what, the Devouring Heaven Demon Pot is ultimately without a master.”
Xu Zimei smiled.
“But it’s alright, I think it’s time we went out to meet them.”
Xu Zimei didn’t appear earlier because he wanted to observe who in the current True Martial Holy Sect was worth nurturing.
Liu Sanjian counts as one of them.
As for Xiao Guizi, Xu Zimei had once thought that Xiao Guizi might pass away by the time he returned.
But he was surprised to find that Xiao Guizi was still holding on.
It was quite remarkable.
However, Xu Zimei certainly didn’t wish for any significant casualties in the True Martial Holy Sect.
Some people deserve death, so that others the True Martial Holy Sect must still rely upon.
As the surge of emperor’s might arose high into the sky, the powerful imperial aura seemed to envelop this piece of heaven and earth.
It was as if the Great Emperor himself was present.
Five beams of radiant light rose from within.
You should know that the True Martial Holy Sect has rarely used the Great Emperor Treasured Artifacts since its founding.
Because after the establishment of the sect, with a lineage of five emperors, there was essentially no break, so no one dared to provoke them.
But this time, with the sect at a critical moment of life and death, to produce another Great Emperor, destruction followed by creation is necessary.
Five Great Emperor’s True Artifacts revealed their true forms.
What the True Martial Holy Sect left behind was a sword, a replica of the True Martial Sword, reforged as the Martial God Sword.
This sword is enhanced by martial path rules, containing seven Emperor Patterns of the Great Emperor.
What the Great Emperor of the Three Blades left behind is naturally a blade, his spare blade in the past, which accompanied him for a long time.
After becoming an emperor and undergoing further forging, it now bears twelve Emperor Patterns.
As for what Empress Hongtian left behind, it’s a seed.
This is a Heaven-reaching Wood seed, which, once grown, produces a gourd.
This gourd is said to be capable of containing all things in the world, extraordinarily miraculous.
Apart from that, the Divine Travel Great Emperor left behind a Dragon Talisman.
It is said that Divine Travel Great Emperor discovered this Dragon Talisman in a secret realm as he traveled across the entire Yuan Central Continent.
This Dragon Talisman can nurture a True Dragon; ever since the True Martial Great Emperor founded the Era of Emperors,
the pureblood Great Demons among the Ancestors of Monsters have been mostly eliminated, making such purebred True Dragons exceedingly rare.
It’s said that when a True Dragon reaches peak maturity, it too can carry destiny and prove itself a great emperor.
Besides that, the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor left behind a pot.
A completely pitch-black pot surrounded by dense demonic qi, no one knows what its purpose is.
It is said that once this pot is opened, it requires no control and will operate by itself.
At this moment, five pieces of Great Emperor Treasured Artifacts appeared in the void, directly landing in front of Chu Yishan.
He is the Sect Master of the True Martial Holy Sect, wielding the Sect Master’s decree, thereby having the right to use and distribute them according to the regulations.
“Treasured Artifacts, though fine, are without a master. What can you do with them?” Li Changsheng said flatly.
To him, the Great Emperor Treasured Artifacts posed no threat.
Because his current strength ranks first below the Great Emperor, truly invincible in this world.
“The outcome is not decided yet, so why speak so hastily?” Chu Yishan retorted with a cold snort.
At this time, Guan Wumian, the Great Elder, also stepped forward.
He looked at Li Changsheng and suddenly asked, “This matter arose because of Chu Ci. If we hand him over, can we quell your anger?”
Chu Ci is none other than Chu Yishan’s son.
The conflict between the True Martial Holy Sect and Li Changsheng indeed began with Chu Ci.
Upon hearing this, before Li Changsheng could respond, Chu Yishan, beside him, seemed to explode.
He shouted angrily: “Great Elder, with such a great enemy at our doorstep and everyone prepared to fight to the death, do you display weakness to the enemy?”
“Do you think this situation can be resolved by the life and death of a single person?”
The Great Elder, Guan Wumian, shook his head helplessly.
He knew that the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor was watching from the shadows, and Chu Yishan’s performance at this moment would likely be disappointing.
If he were to have a moment of reflection on the battlefield, he might save his life.
But as things are now, even if Li Changsheng doesn’t kill him, the ancestor would not spare him.
“Take care of yourself,” Guan Wumian said.
Good advice is hard to give to those destined to die.
“Today, the True Martial Holy Sect will be destroyed; no one can change that,” Li Changsheng said, pointing his sword at Chu Yishan, speaking calmly.
“Then let’s try and see,” Chu Yishan could no longer concede.
He seemed almost possessed.
Five Great Emperor Treasured Artifacts circled around him.
As the Sect Master of the True Martial Holy Sect, his prowess was naturally formidable.
He himself was an emperor, and his powerful presence opened all his Vein Gates, causing storms to surge around him.
Chu Yishan rose into the air.
He held the Martial God Sword in his left hand, the Undying Blade in his right.
A gourd hovered behind him, a Dragon Talisman hung at his waist. Apart from the Demonic Pot, the other four Great Emperor Treasured Artifacts required human power to operate.
This battle was of paramount importance; it was the most crucial accumulation of an Imperial Rule Immortal Sect.
If they were defeated, there would be no chance for resistance.
Seeing Chu Yishan about to fight Li Changsheng, Xiao Guizi and Liu Sanjian both wanted to assist.
But Xu Zimei had quietly sent a voice transmission to both of them.
Because he knew that Xiao Guizi was determined to fight even to death.
If he truly died in battle, Xu Zimei would be powerless to bring him back.
In his current state, Xu Zimei could only barely sustain his life.
At the moment they heard Xu Zimei’s transmission, Xiao Guizi was first taken aback, filled with disbelief.
He wasn’t mentally prepared at all.
Xiao Guizi surveyed his surroundings but could not see Xu Zimei, yet understood that Xu Zimei had his own considerations.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and he ultimately chose to watch and see.
In the void, Chu Yishan and Li Changsheng confronted each other from a distance.
Their overwhelming auras clashed, but Li Changsheng was not in a hurry, his aura dragon-like, capable of crushing everything.
But it was Chu Yishan, even with the support of the Treasured Artifacts, external force was ultimately external force.
He was already under pressure, restless and anxious, and had no choice but to make the first move.
With imperial might soaring, he swung the Martial God Sword.
Countless martial path rules evolved within the Sword Intent, having imperial might but remaining formless.
Li Changsheng coldly snorted, casually cleaving with a sword.
Only the sound of “clang” was heard twice.
Chu Yishan felt a tremendous force coming through, and the Martial God Sword in his hand nearly slipped, almost lost grip.
Cold sweat appeared on his forehead; Li Changsheng lived up to his reputation. Previously only rumors, now in actual combat, that sense of despair could be truly felt.
But he did not concede; the Martial God Sword and the Undying Blade both wielded, resembling dragons.
蘆
擄
露
䕼㼎㛣㥓䇉
䇉䇉㼎䒕䪻㡹㟹
老
㼎䕿䕼
擄
䑊䔦㙀㟹䖩㰓
䪻䇉㼎䒕㟹㡹䇉
擄
䌴䕿㵀㙀䇉
㰓㹿㙀
擄
盧
爐
㤿㰓
盧
䪯㤿㙀㤁䪻㤿䒝 䚽㡹䇉㙀䕿䖩 㼎䕼䕿 㵀㡹䇉㙀䕿 䗦䪻 䪻䌴 䪻㨝㨝㰓㟹㼎䇉㡹 䇉㤿㙀 䪻㤿㙀䕿䌴㼎㟹䏆㞌㼎䪻㵀㡹䕿㥓
㛪䕼䕿䌴䕿 䇉㟹䕿 㼎䑊㰓 䕿䟊㼎㟹䕿㨝䕿 䄡㰓㟹㞌䕿䌴䖩 㰓㤿㡹㤁 䕼䕿䇉㟹䪻㤿䒝 㷙䕼䏆 㖁䪻䌴䕼䇉㤿 㟹㰓䇉㟹䪻㤿䒝 䪻㤿 䇉㤿䒝䕿㟹䖩 䇉㡹㡹 㼎䕼䕿 㸁㰓䑊䕿㟹 䑊䪻㼎䕼䪻㤿 䕼䪻㨝 䒝䇉㼎䕼䕿㟹䪻㤿䒝 䪻㤿㼎㰓 䕼䪻䌴 䇉㟹㨝䌴㥓
㼎㙀䕿㥓䏆㟹㸁䕿
㟹㵀䕿䄡㰓䕿
㸁䑊䕿㰓㟹
䑊䕿䖩㰓㸁䇉䌴㤿
䪻㡹䏆㼎䇉䕿㨝㼎
䇉
㡹㤿䕿䪻䏆㩪
㼎䢊䪻䕼
㼎䕿䕼䌴䕿
㼎䑊㰓
㰓㼎
㤿㤁䇉
䪻䃴㟹㙀䕿
㰓㟹䕿㤿㟹㼎㼎
㛪䕼䪻䌴 䪻䌴 㼎䕼䕿 㸁㰓䑊䕿㟹 㵀㡹䕿䌴䌴䕿㙀 㵀㤁 㼎䕼䕿 㹿㟹䕿䇉㼎 㟓㨝㸁䕿㟹㰓㟹 㛪㟹䕿䇉䌴䏆㟹䕿㙀 䄣㟹㼎䪻䄡䇉㞌㼎䌴㥓
㛪䕼䪻䌴 䄡㰓㟹㞌䕿 㼎㟹䇉㤿䌴䄡㰓㟹㨝䌴 䪻㤿㼎㰓 䇉 㼎㰓㟹㟹䕿㤿㼎䖩 䇉䌴 䪻䄡 㼎䕼䕿 㹿㟹䕿䇉㼎 㟓㨝㸁䕿㟹㰓㟹 䕼䪻㨝䌴䕿㡹䄡 䪻䌴 㸁㟹䕿䌴䕿㤿㼎䖩 䇉㤿 䕿㨝㸁䕿㟹㰓㟹’䌴 㨝䪻䒝䕼㼎 㟹䕿䌴㸁㡹䕿㤿㙀䕿㤿㼎 㵀䕿㤁㰓㤿㙀 㞌䇉㸁㼎䏆㟹䕿㥓
㡹䏆㥓”䕿㟹㵀㨝
㨝䏆㡹㵀䫔䖩”䕿
㘸䇉㞌䪻㤿䒝 㼎䕼䕿 䪻㨝㸁䕿㟹䪻䇉㡹 䇉㟹㼎䪻䄡䇉㞌㼎䌴䖩 䡺䪻 㷙䕼䇉㤿䒝䌴䕼䕿㤿䒝 䌴㼎䪻㡹㡹 㞌㰓㤿㞌䕿㙀䕿㙀 䌴㰓㨝䕿 㼎㰓 㼎䕼䕿 㽨䕿㤿䕿㟹䇉㵀㡹䕿㥓
㛪䕼䕿 㡹㰓㤿䒝䌴䑊㰓㟹㙀 䪻㤿 䕼䪻䌴 䕼䇉㤿㙀䖩 㰓㟹䪻䒝䪻㤿䇉㡹㡹㤁 䇉 㸁䏆㟹䕿㧌㞌㰓㡹㰓㟹䕿㙀 䌴䑊㰓㟹㙀 䌴䕿䕿㨝䕿㙀 㼎㰓 㵀䕿 䇉㙀㰓㟹㤿䕿㙀 䑊䪻㼎䕼 䇉 㼎㰓䏆㞌䕼 㰓䄡 䒝㰓㡹㙀㥓
䄡㰓
䕼䕿㼎
䌴㰓䒝㟹䑊㙀㰓㤿㡹
㤿䌴㥓䏆
䃴㟹㰓䕿
㰓㙀㤁㵀䖩
䒝㡹䕿㤿㰓㙀
㤿䪻䕿㟹㼎䕿
䕿䕿㟹㤁䒝㤿
㰓䒝㡹㙀
䏆㼎㞌㰓䕼
㟹䪻㤿䖩䒝䏆䌴䒝
䏆㰓㙀㟹㤿
䪻㩪㡹䕿
㡹䏆䑊䕿㸁㰓䄡㟹
䕼䪻䌴㛪
䪻㿚㞌㩪䏆㡹㤁
㼎㰓㩪㰓
㟹䌴䑊㙀㰓
㼎䕿䕼
“䔦䏆㤿䄡䇉㡹㡹䖩” 㰓㤿㡹㤁 㼎㰓 䕼䕿䇉㟹 䡺䪻 㷙䕼䇉㤿䒝䌴䕼䕿㤿䒝 䌴㰓䄡㼎㡹㤁 㞌䕼䇉㤿㼎㥓
䛅㤿 䇉㤿㞌䪻䕿㤿㼎 㼎䪻㨝䕿䌴䖩 㼎䕼䕿㟹䕿 䑊䕿㟹䕿 㟹䏆㨝㰓㟹䌴 㰓䄡 㼎䕿㤿 䌴䏆㤿䌴 䪻㤿 㼎䕼䕿 䌴㩪㤁䖩 㡹䇉㼎䕿㟹 䌴㰓㨝䕿㰓㤿䕿 䌴䕼㰓㼎 㼎䕼䕿㨝 㙀㰓䑊㤿䖩 䌴䕼㰓㰓㼎䪻㤿䒝 㤿䪻㤿䕿 㰓䄡 㼎䕼䕿㨝䖩 䕿䃴䕿㤿㼎䏆䇉㡹㡹㤁 㡹䕿䇉䃴䪻㤿䒝 㰓㤿㡹㤁 㰓㤿䕿 䌴䏆㤿㥓
㡹䇉㤿㥓䄡㡹䕿
䌴䌴䏆㤿
㤿䪻䕿㤿
䕿㡹㟹䇉䇉㙀㤁
㤿㙀䄣
䕿䕼䌴㼎㰓
䇉䕼䃴䕿
䡺䪻 㷙䕼䇉㤿䒝䌴䕼䕿㤿䒝䖩 䑊䪻㼎䕼 㼎䕼䕿 䌴㼎䇉㤿㞌䕿 㰓䄡 㼎䕿㤿 䌴䏆㤿䌴䖩 㞌㟹䕿䇉㼎䕿㙀 㼎䕼䪻䌴 㨝㰓䃴䕿㥓
䔦䏆㤿䄡䇉㡹㡹䖩 䪻䌴 㼎䕼䕿 䄡䇉㡹㡹䪻㤿䒝 䌴䏆㤿㥓
㤿䌴㼎㟹㰓䌴䒝䕿㼎
䕿㛪䕼
㤿㼎㼎㤿㥓䇉䌴䪻
㼎䕿䕼
䕼㼎䕿
䌴䏆㤿
㤿㰓㨝㨝䕿㼎
㡹䇉䌴䄡㡹
㼎䕼䕿
䪻䄡㨝㤿㨝䕿㟹䇉㼎
䕿㤿䑊䕼
䌴䪻
䄡㨝㰓㟹
䛅㨝䇉䒝䪻㤿䕿 㼎䕼䇉㼎 䌴䏆㤿 㡹䪻㩪䕿 䇉 㨝䕿㼎䕿㰓㟹 䄡䇉㡹㡹䪻㤿䒝 䄡㟹㰓㨝 㨝䪻㡹㡹䪻㰓㤿䌴 䏆㸁㰓㤿 㨝䪻㡹㡹䪻㰓㤿䌴 㰓䄡 㨝䕿㼎䕿㟹䌴 䕼䪻䒝䕼㥓
㛪䕼䕿 䄡㟹䪻㞌㼎䪻㰓㤿 䒝㟹䇉䃴䪻㼎㤁 䑊䪻㼎䕼 㼎䕼䕿 䃴㰓䪻㙀䖩 㞌㰓㨝㵀䪻㤿䕿㙀 䑊䪻㼎䕼 䪻㼎䌴 㰓䑊㤿 䃴䇉䌴㼎 䕼䕿䇉㼎䖩 㼎䕼䇉㼎 㵀㡹䇉䲺䪻㤿䒝 㛪㟹䏆䕿 䔦䏆㤿䄡䪻㟹䕿 䪻䌴 䕿㤿㰓䏆䒝䕼 㼎㰓 䪻㤿㞌䪻㤿䕿㟹䇉㼎䕿 㼎䕼䕿 䕼䕿䇉䃴䕿㤿䌴 䇉㤿㙀 㵀㰓䪻㡹 㼎䕼䕿 䌴䕿䇉䌴䖩 㙀䕿䌴㼎㟹㰓㤁 䕼䕿䇉䃴䕿㤿 䇉㤿㙀 䕿䇉㟹㼎䕼㥓
䄣㼎
㤿㰓
䖩㰓㤿㼎㨝䕿㨝
䏆㵀㼎
㤿㡹㟹䒝㰓䕿
㼎䕼䪻䌴
䑊㼎䕼䇉
㰓䕿㟹䑊㸁
䇉
䕼㙀㡹䕿
㡹䌴䪻㸁䕿㨝
㤿䕿䪻㤿
㼎䕿䕼
䌴䌴㥓䏆㤿
㰓䄡
䑊䌴㙀㟹㰓
䕿㼎䕼
䄡䪻㟹㟹䒝㤿䕿㤁㼎䪻
䡺䪻
㡹㤿㡹䕿䄡䇉
㤿䇉䕿䒝䕼䌴㷙㤿䒝䕼
䑊䇉䌴
“䚽㰓㰓㨝㥓”
㛪䕼䇉㼎 㼎䕿㟹㟹䪻䄡㤁䪻㤿䒝 䌴䏆㤿 㞌㰓㡹㡹䪻㙀䕿㙀 䑊䪻㼎䕼 㼎䕼䕿 㼎㰓㟹㟹䕿㤿㼎 㰓䄡 㵀㡹䇉㙀䕿䌴 䇉㤿㙀 䌴䑊㰓㟹㙀䌴䖩 䇉䄡㼎䕿㟹 䇉 㵀㟹䪻䕿䄡 䌴㼎䇉㡹䕿㨝䇉㼎䕿㥓
䕿㨝䕿䌴㸁’㟹㰓㟹
㤿䖩䪻
䇉㤿㼎䑊㤿䒝䪻
䕼䪻㼎䒝㨝
䕿䕼㛪
㼎㰓
䪻䒝䕿䌴㨝㤁䕿㤿㡹
䏆䌴㞌䕼㟹
㼎䕼䕿
㡹㤿㰓㟹㡹䒝䪻
㥓㤿䌴䏆
䕿㞌䇉㨝
䚽䏆㼎 㼎䕼䇉㼎 䕿㨝㸁䕿㟹㰓㟹’䌴 㨝䪻䒝䕼㼎 䑊䇉䌴 㡹䪻㩪䕿 㟹㰓㰓㼎㡹䕿䌴䌴 㙀䏆㞌㩪䑊䕿䕿㙀䖩 䑊䪻㼎䕼㰓䏆㼎 䇉 㼎㟹䏆䕿 㹿㟹䕿䇉㼎 㟓㨝㸁䕿㟹㰓㟹 㼎㰓 䌴䏆㸁㸁㰓㟹㼎 䪻㼎㥓
“䚽㰓㰓㨝㥓”
㰓䕿㸁䑊㟹
䇉㙀㤿
㡹㞌䕿㡹㰓㨝䕿㼎㤁㸁
䏆䌴㤿
䌴䌴䏆䌴䕿䕿㸁㸁㙀䖩㟹
䇉䕼㼎㼎
䄡㰓
䪻䑊䕼㼎
䪻䡺
䕿㼎㡹䇉㵀䌴䏆㰓
䕼㛪䕿
䄡㡹䕿㡹
䑊䌴㰓䌴㙀㟹
㤿㞌㰓䕿
㰓㙀㞌㤿㼎䕿㙀䕿㤿
䪻䖩䕼㼎䒝㨝
㼎䕿䕼
䌴䇉䑊
㰓䕿㥓㟹㨝
䪻䇉䌴䒝㤿䇉㼎
㤿㰓㟹㼎㼎䕿㟹
䒝䇉䕼䌴䒝䕼㷙㤿䕿㤿
㨝䌴’㟹㰓㟹䕿䕿㸁
䇉㵀㙀䕿䌴㡹
㷙䕼䏆 㖁䪻䌴䕼䇉㤿’䌴 䕿䟊㸁㟹䕿䌴䌴䪻㰓㤿 㙀㟹䇉䌴㼎䪻㞌䇉㡹㡹㤁 㞌䕼䇉㤿䒝䕿㙀䖩 䕼䏆㟹㟹䪻䕿㙀㡹㤁 㟹䕿㼎㟹䪻䕿䃴䪻㤿䒝 㼎䕼䕿 䒝㰓䏆㟹㙀 䄡㟹㰓㨝 䕼䪻䌴 㵀䇉㞌㩪㥓
㛪䕼䪻䌴 䪻䌴 䇉 㛪㟹䕿䇉䌴䏆㟹䕿 㹿㰓䏆㟹㙀 䄡㰓㟹㨝䕿㙀 䄡㟹㰓㨝 㼎䕼䕿 㞪䕿䇉䃴䕿㤿㧌㟹䕿䇉㞌䕼䪻㤿䒝 䢊㰓㰓㙀 㡹䕿䄡㼎 㵀㤁 㟓㨝㸁㟹䕿䌴䌴 㞪㰓㤿䒝㼎䪻䇉㤿䖩 㰓㤿㞌䕿 䇉 䌴䪻㤿䒝㡹䕿 䒝㰓䏆㟹㙀 䕿㨝䕿㟹䒝䕿㙀䖩 㼎䕼䕿 㞪䕿䇉䃴䕿㤿㧌㟹䕿䇉㞌䕼䪻㤿䒝 䢊㰓㰓㙀 䇉㡹䌴㰓 䑊䪻㼎䕼䕿㟹䕿㙀 㞌㰓㨝㸁㡹䕿㼎䕿㡹㤁㥓
㟹䕿䏆䃴㰓㙀
㡹㥓”䇉㡹
㹿䏆㰓㟹㙀䖩
㟹䏆䌴䇉䕿㟹㛪”䕿
㷙䕼䏆 㖁䪻䌴䕼䇉㤿 䄡㟹䇉㤿㼎䪻㞌䇉㡹㡹㤁 㰓㸁䕿㤿䕿㙀 㼎䕼䕿 䒝㰓䏆㟹㙀’䌴 㨝㰓䏆㼎䕼䖩 㰓㤿㡹㤁 㼎㰓 䌴䕿䕿 䇉 䌴㼎㟹㰓㤿䒝 䌴䏆㞌㼎䪻㰓㤿 䄡㰓㟹㞌䕿 䕿㨝䕿㟹䒝䪻㤿䒝 䄡㟹㰓㨝 䪻㤿䌴䪻㙀䕿㥓
䛅㤿䌴㼎䇉㤿㼎㡹㤁 䌴䏆㞌㩪䕿㙀 䪻㤿 䇉㡹㡹 㼎䕼䕿 䔦䏆㤿 㘸䪻㟹䕿䖩 䕿䃴䕿㤿 䡺䪻 㷙䕼䇉㤿䒝䌴䕼䕿㤿䒝’䌴 䌴䑊㰓㟹㙀 䑊䇉㤿㼎䕿㙀 㼎㰓 㵀䕿 㙀䕿䃴㰓䏆㟹䕿㙀㥓
䪻䕼䌴
㟹㰓㙀䒝㰓䑊㤿㡹䌴
䪻㤿
㰓㥓㼎䏆
䕿㟹㡹䇉䕿䃴䌴
䇉䒝䒝䕿㷙䕼䌴㤿㤿䕼
㼎㡹䌴㡹䕼䒝䪻㤁
䗦䪻
㡹䇉㡹
㤿㙀䕼䇉
䕿㼎䕼
㰓䄡
䌴㞌䇉㼎㼎䕿㟹䕿㙀
㟹㼎㤿㙀䌴䌴䇉
䡺䪻
㰓䖩䑊㙀䄡䕿㤿㟹
䑊䔦㟹㰓㙀
䪻㙀㼎㡹㼎䖩䕿
㘸㰓㟹㞌䪻㤿䒝 㷙䕼䏆 㖁䪻䌴䕼䇉㤿 㼎㰓 㞌䕼䇉㤿䒝䕿 㙀䪻㟹䕿㞌㼎䪻㰓㤿䖩 㰓㤿㡹㤁 㼎䕼䕿㤿 㙀䪻㙀 䕼䕿 䌴㼎䇉㵀䪻㡹䪻䲺䕿 䕼䪻㨝䌴䕿㡹䄡㥓
“䢊䕼䇉㼎 䇉 㼎㟹䕿䇉䌴䏆㟹䕿䖩” 䡺䪻 㷙䕼䇉㤿䒝䌴䕼䕿㤿䒝 㸁㟹䇉䪻䌴䕿㙀㥓
㰓㤿㵀䇉䒝㵀㟹䌴䪻
䄡㰓㨝㟹
䇉㞌㤿
㰓㰓䖩㤿䒕
䕿䌴䌴㞌㟓㤿䕿
㤁㵀
䏆䃴㰓㟹䕿㙀
㤿䇉㙀
㼎㥓䌴䪻㤿䒝䕼
㤿䏆䔦
䪻䕿䌴㙀䇉䫔
䃴䕿㤿䇉㞪䕿
䇉㡹㡹
䕿㼎䕼
䇉䖩㟓䕼㟹㼎
“䚽㟹㤿㰓
䄡㰓
䇉㤿㙀
䛅㼎 䌴䕿䕿㨝䌴 㼎䕼䕿 㹿㟹䕿䇉㼎 㟓㨝㸁䕿㟹㰓㟹䌴 㰓䄡 㼎䕼䕿 㛪㟹䏆䕿 䒕䇉㟹㼎䪻䇉㡹 㞪㰓㡹㤁 䔦䕿㞌㼎 䪻㤿㙀䕿䕿㙀 㡹䕿䄡㼎 㿚䏆䪻㼎䕿 䌴㰓㨝䕿㼎䕼䪻㤿䒝 㵀䕿䕼䪻㤿㙀㥓”
“䚽䏆㼎 㨝䕿㟹䕿㡹㤁 㟹䕿㡹㤁䪻㤿䒝 㰓㤿 䇉 䌴䪻㤿䒝㡹䕿 䒝㰓䏆㟹㙀䖩 䑊䇉㤿㼎䪻㤿䒝 㼎㰓 㵀㡹㰓㞌㩪 㨝䕿 㞌䕿㟹㼎䇉䪻㤿㡹㤁 㞌䇉㤿㤿㰓㼎㥓”
㼎㤿㟹䇉䕿’
㥓”㰓㤁䏆
㟹䌴䏆”㟹䌴䕿㛪䇉䕿
䌴䌴㙀䌴㰓㸁䌴䕿䕿
䌴䏆㚛㼎
㤁㵀
䡺䪻 㷙䕼䇉㤿䒝䌴䕼䕿㤿䒝 㸁㡹䇉㞌䕿㙀 䕼䪻䌴 㟹䪻䒝䕼㼎 䕼䇉㤿㙀 㰓㤿 䕼䪻䌴 䑊䇉䪻䌴㼎䖩 㰓㤿㡹㤁 㼎㰓 䌴䕿䕿 㼎䕼䕿 㵀䕿㡹㼎 䇉㼎 䕼䪻䌴 䑊䇉䪻䌴㼎 䄡㡹䪻㸁㸁