I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2156: 2155: He Is My Husband, The Secret of the Yang River
Capítulo 2156: Chapter 2155: He Is My Husband, The Secret of the Yang River
“Where do you want to go?” Xu Zimei looked at the Gongzi and asked.
“Anywhere is fine. I rarely leave River Sun City and want to see the world outside.”
The Gongzi replied with a smile.
“Where are you from, fellow Daoist?”
“I call everywhere home and go wherever my feet take me,” Xu Zimei replied.
“However, if you want to leave River Sun City, I’m afraid it’s impossible.”
“What do you mean, fellow Daoist?” The Gongzi was puzzled and asked.
Xu Zimei took a sip of wine, his eyes focused on the inn’s entrance.
Suddenly, a group of people dressed in light red robes had raced in unnoticed.
Moreover, this group surrounded the entire inn.
The only place in River Sun City where people could wear such light red robes was the City Lord Mansion.
The inn was crowded, the earlier noisy chatter instantly quieted upon seeing this group of light red robe-wearers.
Only a small portion whispered to each other.
“Rarely do you see so many people from the City Lord Mansion out at once!”
“Did someone offend the City Lord and hide inside this inn?”
“That’s unlikely. Today is the day the City Lord is selecting a son-in-law. No one would be so blind to make trouble!”
“Look at the leader, it’s Steward Zhou from the City Lord Mansion. He is a trusted aide of the City Lord and only appears for extremely important matters.”
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
Steward Zhou scanned the room and his gaze discreetly fell upon the Gongzi opposite Xu Zimei.
Then, he clasped his hands and smiled at the people present, “Everyone, apologies, but could you please leave here for a while?”
“Those present today can go to the City Lord Mansion to receive a cultivation technique, as an apology from us.”
Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked.
While cultivation techniques may not be significant to the strong, they are invaluable to ordinary people struggling at the bottom.
A single cultivation technique might require them to exert every effort to obtain.
This is the lament of the weak.
“Steward Zhou, you’re overstating, today the City Lord is selecting a son-in-law, the entire River Sun City is open to us free of charge.”
“Today we must give face to the City Lord, isn’t that right, everyone?”
“That’s correct, Steward Zhou, we will leave immediately.”
Despite curiosity about why Steward Zhou had come, manners prevented anyone from staying after being asked to leave.
Soon, the inn guests left in droves, even the shopkeeper and serving staff were excluded.
Only Xu Zimei and the Gongzi remained inside.
“Fellow Daoist, could you help me with a favor?” The Gongzi lightly tugged at Xu Zimei’s sleeve.
By this time, Steward Zhou had approached them.
He smiled at Xu Zimei.
“May I ask you to give us some private space?”
“No,” before Xu Zimei could speak, the Gongzi quickly replied.
“He’s my friend. If he leaves, I’ll leave too.”
“Miss, please don’t make it difficult for me,” Steward Zhou narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Xu Zimei.
The so-called Gongzi was actually the City Lord’s daughter.
And she was the main character of the widely-publicized marriage selection by the City Lord.
Steward Zhou didn’t fear Xu Zimei overhearing and directly revealed her identity.
The City Lord of River Sun City is named Sikong Lian.
His daughter is Sikong Qing.
Sikong Qing was the City Lord’s daughter, which made people generally reluctant to offend her.
However, despite being called Steward Zhou, the elderly man was not simple.
It was said his status in the City Lord Mansion was second only to City Lord Sikong Lian.
Sikong Qing was even raised under his watchful eye.
So, even Sikong Qing lacked confidence in front of him.
“He’s the husband I’ve chosen, I don’t care,” Sikong Qing clenched her teeth and shyly winked at Xu Zimei.
Her words were astonishing.
Steward Zhou’s expression changed instantly upon hearing this.
His gaze shifted between Xu Zimei and Sikong Qing.
Yet Xu Zimei remained indifferent from beginning to end.
Even when Sikong Qing declared such words, he did not react.
He calmly ate his meal, sipped his wine, seemingly detached, as if these matters had nothing to do with him.
“Miss, such matters are not to be joked about,” Steward Zhou said gently.
“I’m not joking. You’re organizing a public selection for a son-in-law,” Sikong Qing boldly said.
“I’ve found someone myself, isn’t that perfect? Saves you all the trouble.”
Ignoring Sikong Qing’s words, Steward Zhou focused on Xu Zimei.
He asked, “Sir, is our Miss speaking the truth?”
“Please answer considerately, as this matter is very important.”
“I don’t mind,” Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
Hearing this, Steward Zhou’s expression appeared quite complex.
At times he frowned, at times he seemed relieved.
“If that’s the case, please follow me back,” Steward Zhou said.
“Grandpa Zhou, I…” Sikong Lian wanted to say something.
But Steward Zhou replied, “Miss, this matter is too significant, the City Lord must be informed.”
“I can’t make this decision, you should understand, some things cannot be taken lightly.”
“Alright,” Sikong Qing nodded.
She glanced sideways at Xu Zimei again and winked apologetically without words.
Xu Zimei was unfazed.
He had no particular business in River Sun City and planned to leave in a few days.
If he wanted to go, could they really stop him?
…
Steward Zhou led the way, a group of people in light red robes surrounded Xu Zimei and Sikong Qing subtly.
They were wary that the two might try to escape.
After all, Sikong Qing was considered a repeat offender.
Outside the inn, there were several sedan chairs waiting, and Steward Zhou thoughtfully arranged for Xu Zimei to ride one and Sikong Qing another.
They were carried along the way towards the City Lord Mansion.
…
Halfway along the road, Xu Zimei asked to stop the sedan chair.
“Is there a problem?” Steward Zhou asked.
“Saw something interesting,” Xu Zimei smiled.
At this moment, the sedan chair had just crossed Yang River.
Yang River bisected River Sun City, almost passing over the bridge crossing Yang River.
Xu Zimei descended from the sedan chair and went to the riverbank of Yang River.
“Yang River is favored by our Fire Tribe. You, from the human race, should keep your distance to avoid injury,” Steward Zhou reminded beside him.
“No problem,” Xu Zimei shook his head.
The formation of the fiery river was quite intriguing.
It was produced by heaven and earth.
However, there were ten suns above the Blazing Flame Realm, so the geographic location being different due to the suns was quite normal.
What truly interested Xu Zimei was the power beneath this fiery river.
A power that greatly intrigued Xu Zimei.
“Where is the source of Yang River?” Xu Zimei asked.
At this point, Sikong Qing volunteered to explain, “Yang River is one of the tributaries of Baori River.”
虜
䇱㟶
擄
䤇䵅㿇
䩢㿇”䵅
㟶㿇䁎㷬䐏䤇㥕㷬㤬䖣㥕
㿇䝑㽭䇱㿇㷬㥕㤬㯫
盧
䇱䁎㿇㱱䍋
䁎䕉㞉䇱㤬
䙣䝑䁏㿇㤬
㿇䤇䵅
㿇䁎䇱㱱”㗐䍋
㞚䇱㷬㛵
㿇㟶䁏㿇㟶
䆘㛵䝑㞉㤬㷬䇱
䇱㛵䀟㤬㤬㷬
老
䤇䐏䁎䁎䇱㤬㒑䤇㹚
蘆
㟶䝑㿇㤬㛵䁎䤇
䤇㖠
盧
䕉㟶
魯
䕉㪯
虜
㥕㤬㤬㪯䇱䁎
櫓
㟶䍛㤬
老
䦔㿇䁏䇱䇱
䇱㥕’㷬㥕䤇
䅔䐏
䕉䬦䇱㛵䊰㷬
㿇䵅
“䩢䵅㿇䁎㿇 䇱㟶 䕉㷬䝑㹚 䕉㷬㿇 䁎䇱䍋㿇䁎 䍛䇱䤇䵅䇱㷬 䕉䐏䁎 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱㿇㤬䝑䁏䖣 㤬㷬㥕 䤇䵅㤬䤇 䇱㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎㗐”
“䩢䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎 㪯䝑䕉䍛㟶 㤬䨈䁎䕉㟶㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㿇㷬䤇䇱䁎㿇 䝑㤬㷬㥕 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱㿇㤬䝑䁏䖣 㪯䁎䕉䁏 䍛䵅䇱䨈䵅 䤇䁎䇱㒑䐏䤇㤬䁎䇱㿇㟶 㿇䁏㿇䁎㛵㿇䖣 㤬㷬㥕 䤇䵅䕉㟶㿇 䤇䁎䇱㒑䐏䤇㤬䁎䇱㿇㟶 㥕䇱䍋䇱㥕㿇 䇱㷬䤇䕉 䕉䤇䵅㿇䁎 䤇䁎䇱㒑䐏䤇㤬䁎䇱㿇㟶㗐”
㕠”㷬㹚䝑
䤇䇱䕉㷬
㤬㹚䍛
㿇䙣㤬䁏䝑
䵅㱯䵅㛵㤬㷬㿇
䨈䕉㟶㿇㟶䐏㷬䤇䝑
㷬䇱
㱱㟶䇱㿇䍋䁎
䤇䵅㿇
䆘㤬䇱㞉䝑㛵㷬
䝑㱱㿇䁏㤬
䵅䤇㿇
㿇䨈㗐㿇㽭㷬”䤇㟶䇱㿇
䕉㪯
㥕㥕䇱
㟶䤇䵅䇱
䕉䨈䁏㿇
㬎㯫䕉㷬 䵅㿇㤬䁎䇱㷬㛵 䤇䵅䇱㟶䖣 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䐏㷬㥕㿇䁎㟶䤇䕉䕉㥕㗐
䩢䵅㿇 㟶䕉䐏䁎䨈㿇 䕉㪯 㤬䝑䝑 䤇䵅㿇 䁎䇱䍋㿇䁎㟶 䍛㤬㟶 㤬䨈䤇䐏㤬䝑䝑㹚 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎䖣 㒑䐏䤇 䍛䵅㿇䁎㿇 䇱㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㟶䕉䐏䁎䨈㿇 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎㛍
䊰㷬䕉䬦㛵䇱
㷬䕉䤇
㞚㷬㛵䇱
䬦㷬䕉䍛㗐
䇱㥕㥕
䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 㿇㽭㯫䝑㤬䇱㷬㿇㥕䖣 “䊰䕉䁏㿇 㟶㤬㹚 䤇䵅㿇 㟶䕉䐏䁎䨈㿇 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱䇱䍋㿇䁎 䇱㟶 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 䳮㿇㤬䍋㿇㷬䝑㹚 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 䩢㿇䁏㯫䝑㿇䖣 䍛䵅㿇䁎㿇 䤇䵅㿇 㱯㤬㷬㥕䝑㿇 䵴䁎㤬㛵䕉㷬 㓀䕉䁎㥕 䁎㿇㟶䇱㥕㿇㟶㗐”
“㖠㷬䤇㿇䁎㿇㟶䤇䇱㷬㛵䖣 㷨䐏䇱䤇㿇 䇱㷬䤇㿇䁎㿇㟶䤇䇱㷬㛵䖣” 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䁎㿇䁏㤬䁎䬦㿇㥕 䍛䇱䤇䵅 㤬 㟶䁏䇱䝑㿇㗐
㼲䤇䝑䕉㤬䁎
䁏䇱㗐㤬㷬䕉䵴
䕉䁏䁎㪯
㿇䤇䵅
㿇㷬䵴䇱㪯㪯䤇㿇䁎
䩢䵅䕉䐏㛵䵅 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䁎㤬䵅䁏㤬 䵴㿇䁏䕉㷬 䯎䁎㿇㤬䤇 㿪䁏㯫㿇䁎䕉䁎 䇱㟶 䤇䵅㿇 㟶䤇䁎䕉㷬㛵㿇㟶䤇 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 㼲䕉䁎䤇㤬䝑 䵴䕉䁏㤬䇱㷬䖣 䵅㿇䁎 䨈䕉㷬䤇䁎䕉䝑 䕉䍋㿇䁎 䇱䤇 䇱㟶 㷬䕉䤇 㟶䤇䁎䕉㷬㛵㗐
䳮䕉䍛㿇䍋㿇䁎䖣 䤇䵅㿇 㱯㤬㷬㥕䝑㿇 䵴䁎㤬㛵䕉㷬’㟶 䨈䕉㷬䤇䁎䕉䝑 䕉䍋㿇䁎 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱㿇㤬䝑䁏 䇱㟶 䤇㿇䁎䁎䇱㪯㹚䇱㷬㛵㗐
㟶䁎㷬䤇㛵䇱㤬
䤇㿇䇱㿇㟶㿇㷬䁎㥕䤇
㷬䇱
㻐㛵㤬㷬
㤬㟶㥕䖣䬦㿇
䐏䕉㹚
㿇䁏䦔䇱㗐䇱
䁎”䬼㿇
䐏䅔
䵅㿇䤇
㹚䁏
㷬㿇”䇱䁎㥕㛍㪯
䕉䐏䦔䵅
㿇䤇㥕㤬䁎䍛䊰
㿇㱱䁎䍋䖣䇱
㤬䤇
䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䨈䵅䐏䨈䬦䝑㿇㥕㗐
䳮㿇 㟶㤬䇱㥕䖣 “䩢䵅㿇 䁎䇱䍋㿇䁎 䇱䤇㟶㿇䝑㪯 䇱㟶 㷬䕉䤇䵅䇱㷬㛵 㟶㯫㿇䨈䇱㤬䝑䖣 㒑䐏䤇 䤇䵅㿇 㯫䕉䍛㿇䁎 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㪯䝑㤬䁏㿇 䇱㟶 㷨䐏䇱䤇㿇 䇱䁏㯫䁎㿇㟶㟶䇱䍋㿇 䤇䕉 䁏㿇㗐”
㓀䤇㿇”‘㟶
㥕㷬㟶䵅㤬
䐏㯫㗐
䐏䅔
㤬㷬㥕
䇱䁏䇱䦔㿇
䨈㥕㯫㯫㤬㿇䝑
䕉㟶㥕䤇䕉
“䖣㛵䕉
䵅㟶䇱
“㖠 䵅㤬䍋㿇㷬’䤇 㤬㟶䬦㿇㥕 㪯䕉䁎 㹚䕉䐏䁎 㷬㤬䁏㿇䖣 㹚䕉䐏㷬㛵 䁏㤬㟶䤇㿇䁎䖣” 䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 䇱㷬㷨䐏䇱䁎㿇㥕 㤬䤇 䤇䵅䇱㟶 䁏䕉䁏㿇㷬䤇㗐
㖠㷬 㪯㤬䨈䤇䖣 䵅㿇 䵅㤬㥕 䇱㷬㥕㿇㿇㥕 㪯䕉䁎㛵䕉䤇䤇㿇㷬 䤇䕉 㤬㟶䬦 㿇㤬䁎䝑䇱㿇䁎䖣 㤬㟶 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱’㟶 㤬㯫㯫㿇㤬䁎㤬㷬䨈㿇 䨈㤬䐏㛵䵅䤇 䵅䇱䁏 䕉㪯㪯 㛵䐏㤬䁎㥕㗐
㥕㿇䤇䕉㛍㟶䐏䇱
㿇䝑䍋䇱㥕
䁎㥕㿇㷬䇱㪯
䔻㹚㱯䇱䤇
䇱㷬
㤬
㛵䐏㹚㷬䕉
㹚㥕䝑㤬
䇱䁎㱱㿇䍋
䍛㤬㤬㹚䝑㟶
㟶㿇䵅
㷬䊰䐏
㿇䤇㿇䁏
䐏䵅䨈㟶
䵅㥕㤬
䁎㪯䕉䁏
䍛䵅㿇䁎㿇
㥕䇱㥕
䵅䩢㿇
䳮㿇 䍛㤬㟶 㟶䕉䁏㿇䍛䵅㤬䤇 㟶䬦㿇㯫䤇䇱䨈㤬䝑 䇱㷬䤇㿇䁎㷬㤬䝑䝑㹚㗐
㞉䐏䤇 䁎㿇㛵㤬䁎㥕䝑㿇㟶㟶䖣 㷬㿇䇱䤇䵅㿇䁎 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇䁏 䁎㿇㪯䐏䤇㿇㥕㗐
䩢䇱䵅㟶
䵅䦔䐏䕉
㗐㟶䕉䨈䇱㤬䤇䐏䐏
䁎䊰㥕䍛㿇䤇㤬
㿇㤬䁏㥕
“㖠 㤬䁏 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱䖣” 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 䁎㿇㯫䝑䇱㿇㥕㗐
“䳮䐏䁏㤬㷬㟶 㤬䁎㿇 䁎㤬䁎㿇䝑㹚 㟶㿇㿇㷬 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 㞉䝑㤬䆘䇱㷬㛵 䙣䝑㤬䁏㿇 㱱㿇㤬䝑䁏㗐 䬼㟶 㪯㤬䁎 㤬㟶 㖠 䬦㷬䕉䍛䖣 䤇䵅㿇䁎㿇 㤬䁎㿇 䕉㷬䝑㹚 䤇䍛䕉 䁏㤬䠫䕉䁎 䵅䐏䁏㤬㷬 㛵㤬䤇䵅㿇䁎䇱㷬㛵 㟶㯫䕉䤇㟶 䵅㿇䁎㿇㗐”
䇱㟶
䩢㿇㗐䁎䕉䍛
䁏䕉䨈㿇㟶
䵅䤇㿇
䕉䶲㿇䨈䬦䨈㤬
㟶㤬䁎㿇㼲䤇
㷬䕉㻐㛵䐏
㪯䕉㛍”䁎䁏
䍛䬦㷬䕉
㖠
㥕㹚䇱䁎㤬㼲
㥕䖣㖠㟶䝑㤬㷬
䇱㟶
㹚㤬㼲
㿇㿇䵅䍛䁎
䕉㹚䝑䳮
㕠”㷬㿇
䤇㿇䁎䵅䕉
䐏䅔
䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 㟶䁏䇱䝑㿇㥕㗐
䳮㿇 䵅㤬㥕 㤬䝑䁎㿇㤬㥕㹚 㟶䤇㤬䁎䤇㿇㥕 㯫䁎䕉㒑䇱㷬㛵 䇱㷬䤇䕉 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱’㟶 㒑㤬䨈䬦㛵䁎䕉䐏㷬㥕㗐
䤇㿇䬦㤬㟶
㷬㤬㥕
㪯䁎䐏䕉
䠫㿇䕉䁎㹚㷬䐏
“㖠
䤇䵅㿇
㛵㒑㷬㿇䕉䝑
䁏䇱䦔䇱㿇
䇱䖣䁎㿇㿇㯫䝑㥕
䁎䕉㥕䍛䝑
㹚䁏
䁏”㿇㗐
㤬㟶
㗐䕉䵅䁏㿇
㤬䁎㿇䤇㒑䝑㿇䕉㤬
㟶㤬
㤬䁎䖣䝑䤇䁎㤬㯫䇱䨈䐏
䵅䤇㿇
䐏䤇㒑
㿇䕉䵅㷬䍛䁎㿇
䁏㟶㯫䝑䇱㹚
䐏䅔
‘䇱㷬䤇㥕㥕
䝑㖠䝑’
㛵䕉㷬㟶㥕䇱㷬㿇䨈䁎䇱
㛵䕉
䤇䵅㿇
䁏䖣䐏䨈䵅
䁏㹚
㷬䇱
䍛䵅㿇㿇㿇䁎䁎䍋
㟶㿇㤬㟶
䨈㤬䕉㷬㯫㹚
“㻐䕉䐏㷬㛵 㼲㤬㟶䤇㿇䁎 䅔䐏 䇱㟶 㷨䐏䇱䤇㿇 䨈㤬䁎㿇㪯䁎㿇㿇䖣” 䵅㤬䍋䇱㷬㛵 䝑㿇㤬䁎㷬㿇㥕 㤬㒑䕉䐏䤇 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱’㟶 䇱㥕㿇㷬䤇䇱䤇㹚 㤬㟶 㤬 㓀䕉䕉㟶㿇 㱯䐏䝑䤇䇱䍋㤬䤇䕉䁎䖣 䊰䤇㿇䍛㤬䁎㥕 䦔䵅䕉䐏 㥕䇱㥕 㷬䕉䤇 䇱㷬㷨䐏䇱䁎㿇 㪯䐏䁎䤇䵅㿇䁎㗐
䬼䤇 䤇䵅䇱㟶 㯫䕉䇱㷬䤇䖣 䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 㛵䕉䤇 䇱㷬䤇䕉 䤇䵅㿇 㟶㿇㥕㤬㷬䖣 㤬㷬㥕 䤇䵅㿇 㯫䁎䕉䨈㿇㟶㟶䇱䕉㷬 㟶㿇䤇 䕉㪯㪯 㤬㛵㤬䇱㷬㗐
䵅䤇㿇
䝑䤇䬼㹚䐏䨈㤬䝑䖣
䵅䤇㿇
㤬㟶䍛
㥕㓀䁎䕉
䁎㪯䁏䕉
㤬㟶䕉䵅䤇㿇䁏䍛
䨈䕉㿇䤇䝑㤬㥕
㷬㤬㥕
䕉㤬㼲㷬㷬䇱㟶
䇱䍋䕉㿇䁎䐏㟶㯫
㿇䤇䵅
㤬㿇䤇䖣㟶
䇱㷬
䇱㷬
䇱㹚㱯䤇
䵅䤇㿇
䇱㤬㥕㟶䤇㷬䤇
䍛㟶㤬
䵅䤇㿇
䕉㷬㿇
㿇䍛㟶䤇㗐
䁎㿇䤇䕉䵅
䔻䇱㷬㷬
䩢䵅䇱㟶 䍛㤬㟶 㤬 㥕㿇䝑䇱㒑㿇䁎㤬䤇㿇 䁏䕉䍋㿇 㒑㹚 䊰䇱䬦䕉㷬㛵 㞚䇱㷬㛵䖣 䍛䵅䕉 㪯㿇㤬䁎㿇㥕 㒑㿇䇱㷬㛵 䨈㤬䐏㛵䵅䤇䖣 㤬㷬㥕 㯫䐏䁎㯫䕉㟶㿇䝑㹚 㟶䕉䐏㛵䵅䤇 䁎㿇㪯䐏㛵㿇 䇱㷬 䤇䵅㿇 䕉㯫㯫䕉㟶䇱䤇㿇 㥕䇱䁎㿇䨈䤇䇱䕉㷬㗐
㞉䐏䤇 㿇䍋㿇㷬䤇䐏㤬䝑䝑㹚䖣 㟶䵅㿇 䍛㤬㟶 㪯䕉䐏㷬㥕㗐
㿇䵅䤇
㤬䤇䝑㗐䵅
䕉䤇
䵅䁎䕉䐏
㿇㤬䨈䁏
㟶㥕㿇㤬㷬
䍛䝑䝑䕉㹚㟶
㤬
㤬䝑㿇䁎䤇䖣
㷬䬼
䅔䐏 䦔䇱䁏㿇䇱 㟶䤇㿇㯫㯫㿇㥕 䕉䐏䤇 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㟶㿇㥕㤬㷬䖣 䵅㤬䍋䇱㷬㛵 㤬䁎䁎䇱䍋㿇㥕 㤬䤇 䤇䵅㿇 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕 㼲㤬㷬㟶䇱䕉㷬㗐
䩢䵅㿇 㥕㿇䨈䕉䁎㤬䤇䇱䕉㷬 䕉㪯 䤇䵅㿇 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕 㼲㤬㷬㟶䇱䕉㷬 䍛㤬㟶 㛵䁎㤬㷬㥕 㤬㷬㥕 䁏㤬㛵㷬䇱㪯䇱䨈㿇㷬䤇㗐
䵅䤇㿇
䁎㥕㿇
䤇㤬
㿇䨈䁎㥕㿇䕉䍋
䝑㤬㟶䍛䝑
㿇䖣䇱䤇㟶䝑
䇱㿇䐏㪯㒑㤬䐏䤇䝑
䁎㒑䬦䇱䨈㟶
䵅䨈䁎䇱㒑
䤇㿇㷬㯫䝑㤬㥕
㿇䕉㽭䇱䁎䤇䁎㿇
㿇䤇䵅
䁎㿇㿇䖣䤇䤇㟶
㿇䍛㿇䁎
䵅䇱䤇㟶
䕉㪯
㟶䍛䁎䕉
䁎㛵㿇㷬㿇
䤇䍛䵅䇱
㪯䕉
㷬䇱
䍛㿇㿇䁎
䤇䁎㿇㿇㟶
㥕㤬㷬
㷬㥕㤬
䁎㗐䤇㪯䕉㷬
㿇㓀䨈㥕䕉㤬䤇
䕉㿇䁎䨈
䤇㿇䁎㿇䵅
䩢䵅㿇 㪯䁎䕉㷬䤇 㛵㤬䤇㿇 䍛㤬㟶 䍋㿇䁎䁏䇱䝑䇱䕉㷬 䁎㿇㥕䖣 㪯䝑㤬㷬䬦㿇㥕 㒑㹚 䤇䍛䕉 䙣䇱䁎㿇 㓀䇱䕉㷬㟶 䕉㷬 㿇䇱䤇䵅㿇䁎 㟶䇱㥕㿇㗐
䩢䵅㿇㟶㿇 䍛㿇䁎㿇 㷬䕉䤇 㟶䤇䕉㷬㿇䲒䨈㤬䁎䍋㿇㥕 䝑䇱䕉㷬㟶䖣 㒑䐏䤇 䁎㿇㤬䝑 䙣䇱䁎㿇 㓀䇱䕉㷬㟶㗐
䤇㹚㿇
㿇䁏㷬䤇䁏㗐䕉
㤬㛵㿇䆘
䐏㷬䕉㯫䨈㿇
㹚䵅䩢㿇
㿇䕉䝑䝑䕉䇱㹚㟶㷬㟶䤇䁏
㷨㟶䤇㤬㿇㥕䐏䤇
䐏㥕䁎䖣㷬㛵䕉
䤇㹚㿇䵅
䤇㤬
㪯㿇䇱䨈䁎㿇
㷬䕉
㹚㷬㤬
䤇䵅䁎㿇䇱
䤇㿇䵅
䇱䤇䁏㛵䵅
䤇㟶㛵㿇㛵䐏㟶㥕㿇
㗐㗐㗐㗐㗐㗐
䩢䕉㥕㤬㹚䖣 䤇䵅㿇 㱯䇱䤇㹚 㓀䕉䁎㥕 㼲㤬㷬㟶䇱䕉㷬 䍛㤬㟶 㒑䐏㟶䤇䝑䇱㷬㛵 䍛䇱䤇䵅 㤬䨈䤇䇱䍋䇱䤇㹚䖣 㥕㿇䨈䕉䁎㤬䤇㿇㥕 䍛䇱