I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2165: 2164: Light Sect, Revenge
Capítulo 2165: Chapter 2164: Light Sect, Revenge
The entire body is blazing red.
It’s important to know that flames come in many colors.
And blazing flame color is among the most violent types.
This person is named Yan He, who was once a good friend of Murong Jiankong. The two grew and became strong together along the way.
Although they were competitors, it was a healthy competition, not malicious.
On this basis, the two were considered good friends.
Now that Murong Jiankong has been killed, Yan He is naturally furious.
“If this person can slay Murong Jiankong, what makes you think they can’t slay you?” The Baori Sect Master, Sun True Man, said with a gloomy face.
“Can you all use your brains? Meaningless death. Do you consider yourself much stronger than Murong Jiankong?”
Yan He lowered his head, not daring to reply.
In fact, he and Murong Jiankong were always neck and neck, and in some aspects, Murong Jiankong was even stronger than him.
“Are the specifics clear?” Sun True Man turned to ask the others.
Immediately, someone stood out.
And explained, “It seems Elder Murong’s grandson made a bet and lost, but was unwilling to fulfill it.”
“Then Elder Murong shielded his grandson, resulting in both of them being killed.”
“Regardless of who was right or wrong, we are focused on the outcome; Baori Sect members were killed, and many people witnessed it.”
“If Baori Sect doesn’t respond, I’m afraid we will become the laughingstock of the entire Blazing Flame Realm.”
Sun True Man said quietly.
“At night, inquire how Murong Jiankong was defeated.”
“This…” Someone hesitated for a bit.
“Speak,” Sun True Man shouted sharply.
That person quickly said, “I’m not sure if it’s true. According to witnesses, Elder Murong drew his sword, and was killed in one strike.”
“In one strike?” Sun True Man was startled.
“To my knowledge, Murong Jiankong’s Sword Dao makes it difficult for someone in our Baori Sect to kill him in one strike.”
“I also feel it’s exaggerated, so I can’t be certain,” the previous person replied.
Sun True Man squinted his eyes, gently tapping the armrest beside him, seemingly pondering.
After a long while, Sun True Man abruptly opened his eyes.
And asked, “Who is willing to go to battle?”
“To avenge Elder Murong and uphold the prestige of Baori Sect.”
The crowd below was silent for a bit.
Finally, six people stood out.
“Kun Mountain Six Elders are willing to fight to restore the reputation of our Baori Sect.”
The six people said in unison.
Their words and even their breathing rate, including their every step and movement, were identical.
It’s like they were carved from the same mold.
Seeing these six appear, many people’s hearts were relieved.
But some were puzzled in their hearts.
“Kun Mountain Six Elders, these six people usually only focus on cultivation, rarely involving themselves in other matters.”
“How come they’re free to show up today!”
“This you don’t know; Murong Jiankong long ago was disciples of Kun Mountain Six Elders, half a disciple indeed.”
“But later Murong Jiankong fell in love with Sword Dao, worshipping someone else, yet their bond remained.”
“No wonder, with Kun Mountain Six Elders stepping in, it should be stable.”
“It should be stable, Kun Mountain Six Elders haven’t fought for many years, but their strength is unfathomable, even the Sect Master shows them three points of respect.”
The crowd whispered, and ultimately these six took action.
Previously, Yan He insisted on going along, wanting to avenge Murong Jiankong personally.
Finally, Sun True Man agreed.
With Kun Mountain Six Elders at the forefront, Yan He and others carried the furnace formation, finally going to seek revenge on Xu Zimei.
…….
At this moment, within River Sun City.
Xu Zimei is healing Sikong Qing.
Because Sikong Qing’s body is too weak, Xu Zimei’s movements are much more gentle.
A surge of immense flame rules poured in.
Currently, Xu Zimei drained all the flames from Yang River, directly wrapping it with powerful force, entering Sikong Qing’s body.
If you look closely or have the ability to see through.
You’ll find that Sikong Qing’s ice attribute physique is covered in dense bubbles.
These bubbles penetrate to the pores.
Mysteriously, it seems the body can autonomously produce ice.
Xu Zimei first immobilized the frigid ice with the formidable power of the Great Dao.
Immediately after, the flames in his hand began to improve.
The flames transformed into a long stream, constantly merging into her body.
And Sikong Qing’s ice attribute physique also transformed into a long stream, starting to counteract.
The two different attribute streams clashed.
If there’s even the slightest mistake, it could explode or even go out of control.
But Xu Zimei’s control over power is already at the point of perfection.
He focuses on fusion.
And not forcibly breaking this ice physique.
If so, the damage to Sikong Qing’s body would be too great.
In this world, black and white can be erased, yin and yang can be reversed.
Ice attribute power can also transform into fire attribute.
What Xu Zimei wants is to cause resonance between the two forces.
Finally, under his control, the originally resistant cold air to the flames began to calm down.
Moreover, this cold air gradually changed from white to red.
The two forces continuously collided and fused.
As more and more flames emerged, Sikong Qing’s body also began resolving from its source.
Ice attributed fate turned into fire attributed fate.
And because Xu Zimei drained all flames from Yang River, and these flames are strong, once they all entered Sikong Qing’s body.
It created a truly powerful flame physique for the other, a promising future.
After a long time, Xu Zimei withdrew his hand.
The Yang River below had no temperature at all, even touching it was devoid of warmth.
Because Yang River had no flame left.
And Sikong Qing slowly opened her eyes, unable to control such powerful force shortly.
Just a casual move could completely ignite flames.
“Father, I’m healed, I’m healed,” Sikong Qing examined her own condition and said joyfully.
Like a patient suffering from an incurable disease, awaiting death, suddenly healed.
This feeling is generally hard for most to experience and describe.
Nearby, Sikong Lian was almost crying with joy.
Father and daughter held their heads weeping bitterly, all kneeling before Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei doesn’t very much like such worldly joys and sorrows; he walked out of the courtyard, giving the father and daughter space.
At this time, Steward Zhou came in from outside.
“Lord Xu, someone wants to see you, do you wish to meet them?”
“Who?” Xu Zimei asked.
He didn’t remember having acquaintances in River Sun City.
“It’s someone from the Light Sect,” Steward Zhou said.
Seemingly fearing Xu Zimei might not understand, he explained, “The Light Sect, like Baori Sect, is one of the eight most powerful forces.”
“And Light Sect is even stronger, especially in recent years, its development is booming.”
㟇㴜㪑
㪑䘂䮘䘂㟇䱄
蘆
㟇㠒
㢥
盧
蘆
㟇䱄
㸖㪑䮘䱄䘂䱄㪑
䘂㧽䢉䱄
䮘䢉䝨㢥㪑㾴㠒
䮘䖀㢥
䏊㢥㸖
㟇䘂㯓㴜㪑
䢉䱄㧽
㪧㾔
䘂㟇㪑㪑
㟇㢥㴜㟇
㠒䖀㪑䖀䖐䖀㪑
㪑㟇㲢䞄䖐
魯
盧
擄
㟇㴜㟇㾴㴜䱄㾔
䘂㠒㪑䉪㠒
㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇
爐
老
擄
櫓
䢭㬛㟇㴜䱄㾔㾴㴜 㴜㪑 䖀㠒䖀䮘’㟇 䢉㪑㢥㬛㬛㽟 㤐䮘䱄䏊 㢥䮘㽟㟇㴜㠒䮘㾴 㢥䒯䱄㾔㟇 㟇㴜㪑 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 㲢㪑䖐㟇㯓
䂿䱄㬛㬛䱄䏊㠒䮘㾴 㲢㟇㪑䏊㢥䢉䖀 䉪㴜䱄㾔 㟇㴜䢉䱄㾔㾴㴜 㸖㪑䰚㪑䢉㢥㬛 䖀㪑㪑䈗 䖐䱄䢉䢉㠒䖀䱄䢉㸖 㢥䮘䖀 㢥 䏊㴜㠒㟇㪑 㫟㢥䖀㪑 䈗㢥㟇㴜䞄 㟇㴜㪑㽟 㢥䢉䢉㠒䰚㪑䖀 㢥㟇 㟇㴜㪑 㴜㢥㬛㬛㯓
㴜㢥㬛䞄㬛
䮘䊷㠒㪑䖀㸖
㴜㟇䢉㪑㪑
㬛㪑䈗㪑䈗䱄㯓
㪑㴜㟇
䢉㪑䏊㪑
㟇㴜㪑㪑䢉
㲢㠒㟇㟇㠒䮘㾴 䏊㢥㸖 㢥 䘂㠒䖀䖀㬛㪑㰘㢥㾴㪑䖀 䘂㢥䮘 䏊㪑㢥䢉㠒䮘㾴 㢥 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 䯄䱄䒯㪑䞄 䏊㴜㠒䖐㴜 䏊㢥㸖 䈗㢥䢉㟇㠒䖐㾔㬛㢥䢉㬛㽟 䖀㢥㫖㫖㬛㠒䮘㾴 㠒䮘 㸖㾔䮘䮘㽟 䈗㬛㢥䖐㪑㸖㯓
䊷㟇’㸖 㸖㢥㠒䖀 㟇㴜㢥㟇 㴜㠒㾴㴜㰘㬛㪑䰚㪑㬛 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 䯄䱄䒯㪑㸖 䖐㢥䮘 㪑䰚㪑䮘 㢥䒯㸖䱄䢉䒯 㟇㴜㪑 䈗䱄䏊㪑䢉 䱄㧽 㟇㴜㪑 㸖㾔䮘 㟇䱄 䮘䱄㾔䢉㠒㸖㴜 㟇㴜㪑 䏊㪑㢥䢉㪑䢉㯓
䖀㠒䮘䮘㢥㟇㾴㸖
㠪㸖㴜㠒
㬛䒯㪑䞄㟇㢥
㠒㟇㴜䏊
䖀㴜㪑㠒䒯䮘
䏊䱄㢥䘂䮘
㴜㯓㠒䘂
㢥䘂䮘
㢥䮘䘂
䮘㢥䖀
㟇㪑㠒䱄䮘㪑䢉䈗䖐
䖀㬛㪑㾴㰘㢥㪑䘂㠒䖀䖀
㽟䮘㾔㾴䱄
㟇㴜㪑
㟇㸖㢥
䮘䢉㪑㢥
㢥
㠪㴜㪑 㽟䱄㾔䮘㾴 䘂㢥䮘 䏊䱄䢉㪑 㢥 䖀㢥䢉㤐 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 䯄䱄䒯㪑䞄 㴜㠒㸖 㪑㻜䈗䢉㪑㸖㸖㠒䱄䮘 㢥䢉䢉䱄㾴㢥䮘㟇䞄 㾴㢥㫖㪑 㧽㠒䢉䘂䞄 㢥䮘䖀 䘂㪑㟇㠒䖐㾔㬛䱄㾔㸖㯓
㠪㴜㪑 㽟䱄㾔䮘㾴 䏊䱄䘂㢥䮘 䏊䱄䢉㪑 㢥 㬛㠒㾴㴜㟇 㪑䘂䒯䢉䱄㠒䖀㪑䢉㪑䖀 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 䯄䱄䒯㪑䞄 㴜㪑䢉 㴜㢥㠒䢉 㟇㠒㪑䖀 㢥㟇 㟇㴜㪑 䒯㢥䖐㤐 㢥䮘䖀 㢥䖀䱄䢉䮘㪑䖀 䏊㠒㟇㴜 㢥 㬛䱄㟇㾔㸖 㴜㢥㠒䢉䈗㠒䮘㯓
䈗㪑㸖䈗䱄㬛㪑’
䖀㧽䖐㾔䱄㪑㸖
㴜㠒䮘䖀䒯㪑
䱄䮘
䘂㯓㠒㴜
㬛㢥㬛
㟇㪑䖀㪑䞄䢉䮘㪑
㪑㽟㸖㪑
㟇㪑䢉㲢䏊㢥䖀
䉪㠒㠒㪑䘂
䮘䖐䁪㪑
䱄㴜䉪㾔
㪑㪑㴜㟇䢉
㪑㴜㟇
㾔㪧
“䊷㸖 㟇㴜㠒㸖 㠪㢥䱄㠒㸖㟇 䂿䢉㠒㪑䮘䖀 㪧㾔䜫”
㠪㴜㪑 䘂㠒䖀䖀㬛㪑㰘㢥㾴㪑䖀 䘂㢥䮘 㸖䘂㠒㬛㪑䖀 㧽㠒䢉㸖㟇㯓
㗌㾴㟇㠒㴜
䢉䖐䖀㾔䱄㟇㪑䮘㠒
㾔㪧
㽟㪑㸖䘂㬛㧽䞄
㪑㴜㟇
䘂’䊷
䢉䱄䘂㧽
䮘㴜㠒䉪㾴㽟㪑
“㗌㪑㟇
㪑䘂
㲢㟇㪑㯓䖐”
“㗌㾔㠒 㪧㠒㽟㢥䮘㾴 㧽䢉䱄䘂 㟇㴜㪑 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 㲢㪑䖐㟇㯓”
“㗌㠒㾔 㯺㾔㤐䱄䮘㾴 㧽䢉䱄䘂 㟇㴜㪑 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 㲢㪑䖐㟇㯓”
㪑䘂㪑㸖㴜㟇㪑㸖䰚㬛
㴜㠪㪑
㪑䖀㴜䮘㠒䒯
䮘㠒
㟇䢉㯓㾔䮘
㟇䏊䱄
䖀䢉䮘䱄㠒㾔䖐㪑䖀㟇
䱄㬛㢥㸖
㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 䮘䱄䖀䖀㪑䖀 㸖㬛㠒㾴㴜㟇㬛㽟 㠒䮘 㾴䢉㪑㪑㟇㠒䮘㾴㯓
“㙾㴜㢥㟇 䒯䢉㠒䮘㾴㸖 㽟䱄㾔 㟇䱄 䘂㪑䜫”
㴜㠒㗌㟇㾴
䰚㾴㴜䮘㠒㢥
㠒㾴䮘㬛㢥㪑䖀㸖
㪑㢥䢉㬛㬛䖐
㟇㴜㪑
‘䱄䖀䮘㟇
㟇㲢㪑䖐”㯓
㴜㟇㠒䏊
“䊷
“㙾㪑 䖐㢥䘂㪑 㾔䮘㠒䮘䰚㠒㟇㪑䖀䞄 㴜䱄䈗㠒䮘㾴 㧽䱄䢉 㠪㢥䱄㠒㸖㟇 䂿䢉㠒㪑䮘䖀 㪧㾔’㸖 㾔䮘䖀㪑䢉㸖㟇㢥䮘䖀㠒䮘㾴䞄” 㟇㴜㪑 䘂㠒䖀䖀㬛㪑㰘㢥㾴㪑䖀 䘂㢥䮘 㪧㾔 䉪㴜㪑䮘㾴㽟㠒 㸖䘂㠒㬛㪑䖀 㢥䮘䖀 㸖㢥㠒䖀㯓
“䬈㢥㠒䮘㬛㽟䞄 䏊㪑’䰚㪑 㴜㪑㢥䢉䖀 㸖䱄䘂㪑 䢉㾔䘂䱄䢉㸖 䢉㪑䖐㪑䮘㟇㬛㽟 㢥䮘䖀 䏊㢥䮘㟇 㟇䱄 䘂㢥㤐㪑 㽟䱄㾔䢉 㢥䖐䮅㾔㢥㠒䮘㟇㢥䮘䖐㪑㯓”
䯄”䱄䘂㾔䢉㸖”䜫
“䢭䒯䱄㾔㟇 䬈㾔䢉䱄䮘㾴 㓒㠒㢥䮘㤐䱄䮘㾴䞄” 㪧㾔 䉪㴜㪑䮘㾴㽟㠒 㸖䘂㠒㬛㪑䖀㯓
㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 䮘䱄䖀䖀㪑䖀 㸖㬛㠒㾴㴜㟇㬛㽟㯓
㪑䒯㪑䮘
㪑㸖䏊㢥䰚
䮘㓒㤐㠒䮘㢥㾴䱄
㟇㢥䢉㟇䘂㪑
䱄㧽
㠒㸖㾴䮘㟇㠒䢉䢉
㪑㴜㟇
㢥㴜䖀
䖐㽟䢉㟇㪑㪑㬛㸖
㾔䈗
㠪㴜㪑
㧽㢥㪑䢉㟇
㗌䮘㢥㠒
㪑㸖䖀㢥䢉䈗
㪑㸖䏊㯓䮘
䱄䮘㾔䬈㾴䢉
㠒㲢㾴䮘䱄㤐
㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 䱄䢉㠒㾴㠒䮘㢥㬛㬛㽟 㠒䮘㟇㪑䮘䖀㪑䖀 㟇䱄 㬛㾔䢉㪑 䤥㢥䱄䢉㠒 㲢㪑䖐㟇䞄 䒯㾔㟇 㾔䮘㪑㻜䈗㪑䖐㟇㪑䖀㬛㽟 㢥㟇㟇䢉㢥䖐㟇㪑䖀 㟇㴜㪑 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 㲢㪑䖐㟇 䈗㪑䱄䈗㬛㪑 㧽㠒䢉㸖㟇㯓
“㲢䈗㪑㢥㤐 䈗㬛㢥㠒䮘㬛㽟䞄 䊷 䖀䱄䮘’㟇 㬛㠒㤐㪑 䒯㪑㢥㟇㠒䮘㾴 㢥䢉䱄㾔䮘䖀 㟇㴜㪑 䒯㾔㸖㴜䞄” 㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 㸖㢥㠒䖀㯓
䱄㟇
㠒䮘㫟䱄
䊷”㪑’䰚
㪑㲢”䖐㟇㯓
䮘㠒㴜䉪㾴㽟㪑
㾔㪧
㟇䱄
䢉㾔䱄
㠒䖀䢉㪑䮘䂿
㾔㪧
䰚㪑䮘㠒㟇㠒
㠪㟇㢥䱄㸖㠒
䖐㴜㬛㾔䞄䖐㤐㪑䖀
㾴㟇㗌㠒㴜
䖐䱄㪑䘂
“㙾㴜㽟 㠒䮘䰚㠒㟇㪑 䘂㪑䜫” 㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 㧽㾔䢉䢉䱄䏊㪑䖀 㴜㠒㸖 䒯䢉䱄䏊㸖䞄 䘂䱄䢉㪑 䈗㾔㫖㫖㬛㪑䖀㯓
“䊷㸖 㠒㟇 㫟㾔㸖㟇 䒯㪑䖐㢥㾔㸖㪑 䊷 㤐㠒㬛㬛㪑䖀 䬈㾔䢉䱄䮘㾴 㓒㠒㢥䮘㤐䱄䮘㾴䜫”
㪧㾔
㬛䖀㠒䘂㪑㸖㯓
“㢥㟇㒻”㬛㽟䖐䞄㻜
㴜䉪㽟䮘㠒㾴㪑
“㲢㟇䢉㠒䖐㟇㬛㽟 㸖䈗㪑㢥㤐㠒䮘㾴䞄 䬈㾔䢉䱄䮘㾴 㓒㠒㢥䮘㤐䱄䮘㾴 䏊㢥㸖 䘂㽟 䒯䢉䱄㟇㴜㪑䢉㰘㠒䮘㰘㬛㢥䏊㯓”
“䝨㪑 䘂㢥䢉䢉㠒㪑䖀 䘂㽟 㸖㠒㸖㟇㪑䢉䞄 㸖䱄 㴜㪑’㸖 㟇㪑䖐㴜䮘㠒䖐㢥㬛㬛㽟 㧽㢥䘂㠒㬛㽟㯓”
“䤥㾔㟇
䞄㢥㾴䱄
㢥
䖀㢥䖀䈗㢥㸖䈗㠒㪑䢉㪑
䖀㾔䮘㽟㬛䖀㪑㸖
㪑㢥䢉㸖㽟
㽟䘂
㟇㠒䢉㸖㪑㸖
㟇䢉㯓㢥㪑䖐”
㪑㟇㪑䢉㴜
㟇㟇䱄㾔㠒㴜䏊
“䊷’䰚㪑 㢥㬛䏊㢥㽟㸖 㸖㾔㸖䈗㪑䖐㟇㪑䖀 㴜㪑 㤐㠒㬛㬛㪑䖀 㴜㪑䢉䞄 㽟㪑㟇 㬛㢥䖐㤐㠒䮘㾴 㪑䰚㠒䖀㪑䮘䖐㪑 㢥䮘䖀 㧽㪑㢥䢉㠒䮘㾴 㢥 㸖㪑䖐㟇 䏊㢥䢉䞄 䊷’䰚㪑 䒯㪑㪑䮘 㪑䮘䖀㾔䢉㠒䮘㾴 䏊㴜㠒㬛㪑 㸖㪑㢥䢉䖐㴜㠒䮘㾴 㧽䱄䢉 䈗䢉䱄䱄㧽㯓”
“㯺䱄㾔 㤐㠒㬛㬛㠒䮘㾴 㴜㠒䘂 䏊㠒㬛㬛 㸖㾔䢉㪑㬛㽟 䈗䢉䱄䰚䱄㤐㪑 䤥㢥䱄䢉㠒 㲢㪑䖐㟇’㸖 䢉㪑㟇㢥㬛㠒㢥㟇㠒䱄䮘㯓”
䱄䢉㾔
“㽟䱄㯓㾔
㪑䢉䈗㟇䱄䖐㟇
“㠒㓒䱄䮘
䖐㘴㟇㪑㲢
㢥䮘䖐
㪑䏊
㾴㗌㟇㠒㴜
“䢭䢉㪑䮘’㟇 㽟䱄㾔 㢥㧽䢉㢥㠒䖀 䱄㧽 㟇䢉㠒㾴㾴㪑䢉㠒䮘㾴 㢥 㸖㪑䖐㟇 䏊㢥䢉䜫” 㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 㸖䘂㠒㬛㪑䖀㯓
“䢭㸖 㬛䱄䮘㾴 㢥㸖 㽟䱄㾔’䢉㪑 䏊㠒㟇㴜㠒䮘 㟇㴜㪑 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 㲢㪑䖐㟇䞄 㟇㴜㪑㽟 䏊䱄䮘’㟇 䖀㢥䢉㪑 䖀䱄 㢥䮘㽟㟇㴜㠒䮘㾴䞄” 㪧㾔 䉪㴜㪑䮘㾴㽟㠒 䢉㪑䈗㬛㠒㪑䖀㯓
䱄㸖䱄㤐㴜
㤐㠒䖐㾔㾴㬛㴜䮘㯓䖐
㴜㠒㸖
㪧㾔
㪑㢥䖀㴜䞄
㠒㠒䉪㪑䘂
“䊷 䖐㢥䮘’㟇 㸖㟇㢥㽟 㠒䮘 㟇㴜㪑 㗌㠒㾴㴜㟇 㲢㪑䖐㟇 㧽䱄䢉㪑䰚㪑䢉㯓”
“䢭䮘䖀 㴜䱄䏊 䖀䱄 㽟䱄㾔 㤐䮘䱄䏊 䊷 䏊䱄㾔㬛䖀 䒯㪑 㢥㧽䢉㢥㠒䖀 䱄㧽 䤥㢥䱄䢉㠒 㲢㪑䖐㟇䜫”
䮘䝨䢉㠒㪑㾴㢥
䏊㢥㸖
㪧㾔
㟇㪑䮘㢥㤐
‘㸖㠒㠒㪑䉪䘂
㪧㾔
㴜䮘㽟㠒㾴㪑䉪
䱄䞄䏊䢉㸖䖀
㤐䒯㢥㯓䖐㢥
䝨㪑 䱄䢉㠒㾴㠒䮘㢥㬛㬛㽟 㟇㴜䱄㾔㾴㴜㟇 㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 䏊䱄㾔㬛䖀 䒯㪑 㪑㻜㟇䢉㪑䘂㪑㬛㽟 㾴䢉㢥㟇㪑㧽㾔㬛㯓
䊷䮘㸖㟇㪑㢥䖀䞄 㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 㸖㪑㪑䘂㪑䖀 㪑䮘㟇㠒䢉㪑㬛㽟 㾔䮘䖐䱄䮘䖐㪑䢉䮘㪑䖀 㢥䒯䱄㾔㟇 䤥㢥䱄䢉㠒 㲢㪑䖐㟇㯓
㬛䜫㪑䮘㪑㧽㧽䖀㸖㟇㰘䱄㠒䮘䖐
㸖䮘䢉䈗䱄㪑
㴜㟇㠒㸖
䊷㸖
䢉䱄
㬛䢉㟇㾔㽟
㬛㸖㸖㤐䖐㪑䢉㪑
㪧㾔 䉪㴜㪑䮘㾴㽟㠒 㸖䖐䢉㾔㟇㠒䮘㠒㫖㪑䖀 㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 㾔䈗 㢥䮘䖀 䖀䱄䏊䮘㯓
“䬈㢥㸖㟇㪑䢉䞄 㠒㧽 㴜㪑 䖀䱄㪑㸖䮘’㟇 䏊㢥䮘㟇 㟇䱄䞄 㬛㪑㟇’㸖 㬛㪑㢥䰚㪑䞄” 㸖㢥㠒䖀 㗌㠒㾔 㯺㾔㤐䱄䮘㾴䞄 㟇㴜㪑 㧽㪑䘂㢥㬛㪑 䖀㠒㸖䖐㠒䈗㬛㪑 䒯㪑㴜㠒䮘䖀㯓
㟇䖐㠒䱄㟇䱄䢉䈗䮘㪑
䊷㟇
㟇㴜䢉㪑㠒
㸖㪑䘂㪑㪑䖀
䱄㯓㢥䢉䰚㧽
㢥
㢥䏊㸖
㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒’㸖 䢉㪑㧽㾔㸖㢥㬛 䏊㢥㸖 㬛㠒㤐㪑 䮘䱄㟇 㢥䈗䈗䢉㪑䖐㠒㢥㟇㠒䮘㾴 䏊㴜㢥㟇 㴜㪑’㸖 㾴㠒䰚㪑䮘㯓
㪧㾔 䉪㴜㪑䮘㾴㽟㠒 㾴㬛㢥䢉㪑䖀 㢥㟇 㴜㠒㸖 䖀㠒㸖䖐㠒䈗㬛㪑䞄 㟇㴜㪑䮘 㟇㾔䢉䮘㪑䖀 㟇䱄 㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 㸖㢥㽟㠒䮘㾴 䏊㠒㟇㴜 㢥 㸖䘂㠒㬛㪑䞄 “㠪㴜㢥㟇 䏊㢥㸖 㟇㴜䱄㾔㾴㴜㟇㬛㪑㸖㸖 䱄㧽 䘂㪑㯓 䝨䱄䏊㪑䰚㪑䢉䞄 䘂㽟 䱄㧽㧽㪑䢉 䢉㪑䘂㢥㠒䮘㸖 䱄䈗㪑䮘㯓”
㟇䱄
㴜㪑㟇
㧽㪑㪑䢉
㪑䖀㪑䮘
㠒䮘㧽䖀
㸖㟇䱄㢥㠪㠒
㪑㯓䖐㟇”㲢
㪑䘂
䮘䂿㠒䢉㪑䖀
㪑㪑㬛㧽
㠒㾴㟇㗌㴜
䈗㪑䞄㴜㬛
“㴜䱄㾔㲢䖀㬛
㾔㪧
㢥㟇
䘴䈗䱄䮘 㴜㪑㢥䢉㠒䮘㾴 㟇㴜㠒㸖䞄 㪧㾔 䉪㠒䘂㪑㠒 㸖䘂㠒㬛㪑䖀㯓
㲢㾔䖀䖀㪑䮘㬛㽟 䢉㪑䖐㢥㬛㬛㠒䮘㾴 㸖䱄䘂㪑㟇㴜㠒䮘㾴䞄 㴜㪑 㢥㸖㤐㪑䖀䞄 “䊷 䏊㠒㸖㴜 㟇䱄 䘂㪑㪑㟇 䎨㢥䮘䖀㬛㪑 㾵䢉㢥㾴䱄䮘䞄 䖐㢥䮘 㽟䱄㾔 䘂㢥㤐㪑 㠒㟇 㴜㢥䈗䈗㪑䮘䜫