Invincible Little School Doctor Chapter 1919: 1919: Damn, He's Too Strong!
Capítulo 1919: Chapter 1919: Damn, He’s Too Strong!
“Hmm? Nascent Soul Mid-Stage? How did someone not even having shed their mortal coil get here?” When it was Ye Haochuan’s turn, the old man saw him and couldn’t help but ask in confusion.
The gray-clothed cultivator sneered, “Came through that abandoned gate, probably because the gate’s broken, transmitted over a waste like this!”
“That gate, huh, no wonder!” The old man naturally assumed the gate was broken and didn’t ask more, furrowing his brow as he flipped through a small booklet.
After a long while, the old man finally chuckled bitterly, “Someone at this level can’t even be a miner, it seems. He’ll only be able to do some low-grade work! Take him to Red Leaf Valley to pick herbs.”
Upon hearing this, the gray-clothed cultivator glanced at Ye Haochuan and scoffed, “Hell, you’re lucky, kid. Picking herbs is a lot easier than mining!”
Easy my ass, should I give you guys a thank-you banner too?
Ye Haochuan was already seething inside.
In the world below, he had already reached the highest level; people treated him with respect wherever he went. But now, after a tough journey to the Fairy World, he was supposed to go pick herbs? It all seemed like a cruel joke by the heavens.
“What, thinking of resisting at last?” The gray-clothed cultivator looked at Ye Haochuan with interest and laughed.
With that, he unleashed his full aura, surrounding Ye Haochuan and directly imprisoning him with it.
Ye Haochuan’s brow was knitted into a deep frown, his face as dark as could be.
The gray-clothed cultivator’s cultivation was on par with Hu Ji. At this moment, Ye Haochuan no longer had the cultivation he had when he killed Hu Ji. Although he wasn’t completely immobilized by the aura, resisting would surely be courting death.
“What a coward!” Seeing that Ye Haochuan was furious but didn’t resist, the gray-clothed cultivator seemed to find it dull and sneered.
Ye Haochuan still didn’t respond. Knowing the opponent’s strength made him afraid to resist; he might be called cowardly. But knowingly heading to one’s death would be pure foolishness.
Ye Haochuan was no fool, nor would he obediently pick herbs for a lifetime. He decided to bide his time until he understood the environment before finding an opportunity to escape.
The old man making the records seemed unperturbed, ignoring the gray-clothed cultivator, and said to Ye Haochuan with a blank expression, “Alright, take him away!”
The gray-clothed cultivator, finding it uninteresting, pushed Ye Haochuan off the platform where the old man was.
The gray-clothed cultivator’s next task was to take Ye Haochuan, along with two subordinates, to Red Leaf Valley, and obtain the money exchanged for Ye Haochuan. Part of this money would be his reward for this escort mission.
An Immortal Transformation Expert, accompanied by two Nascent Soul Late-Stage experts, to escort a Nascent Soul Mid-Stage cultivator—no matter how you looked at it, seemed unnecessary.
But there was no choice; that was the rule.
Generally, those who came through the gates were Immortal Transformation Realm experts. To ensure these people couldn’t escape, the powers that be formed a three-person escort team.
With two Nascent Soul Late-Stage cultivators and an Immortal Transformation expert, most cultivators from the lower realm had little power to resist.
Though Ye Haochuan was clearly an exception, rules were rules; they wouldn’t change because of him.
Of course, the gray-clothed cultivator could find a secluded place to kill Ye Haochuan and falsely report resistance, but once discovered, the punishment would be severe, making it not worth the risk.
After all, people like Ye Haochuan, who came from the gates, were a source of income for their powers. To prevent the escorts from funny business, there was a strict rule against killing them.
This was why the gray-clothed cultivator was so displeased with Ye Haochuan—this trip offered little reward, and he couldn’t kill Ye Haochuan outright, making it rather annoying.
“By the way, hand over your storage ring. Even though you’re a mere ant who hasn’t shed their mortal coil, there’s still some value in an ant’s leg!” The gray-clothed cultivator suddenly called out to Ye Haochuan, ordering him directly.
God damn it, such shameless bastards!
Ye Haochuan could no longer suppress his rage, looking at the gray-clothed cultivator with murderous intent.
The space ring contained all his possessions. If he handed it over, resisting would become even harder. No matter what, he couldn’t hand over this space ring.
“Oh, finally showing some backbone, are we? Haha!” The gray-clothed cultivator was amused rather than angered, as if he’d found something to amuse himself with in a lost ant, preparing to toy with it and then squash it.
With that, he arrogantly seized Ye Haochuan’s ring and happened to glimpse the little golden casket on Ye Haochuan’s neck, his eyes lighting up.
With his Immortal Transformation Realm vision, he could easily tell this small golden casket wasn’t ordinary.
He was about to snatch it when Ye Haochuan clutched it tightly and retreated rapidly.
This small golden casket contained Lin Qingxuan and Long Keyue; it couldn’t be taken no matter what.
The gray-clothed cultivator’s expression darkened, waving his hand to clamp down on Ye Haochuan’s arm tightly, making him unable to move, and reached for the small golden casket with rough movements.
Inside, he was already quietly elated. Previously only noticing Ye Haochuan’s cultivation, he assumed there’d be nothing valuable on him. Thankfully he decided to search more thoroughly, or he might have missed this treasure.
He couldn’t yet identify the exact level of the small golden casket, but it was clearly an impressive magical treasure, perhaps worth more than the rewards from a dozen escort missions.
According to the rules, he could take whatever he wanted from those he escorted as a bonus.
It wasn’t generosity from their employer; rather, people newly arrived from the lower realm, even Immortal Transformees, seldom had valuable items. A fortuitous individual like Ye Haochuan was rare.
Ye Haochuan was immediately anxious. The gray-clothed cultivator’s insults he could endure, but taking the small golden casket was unacceptable.
“Bastard, die!” Ye Haochuan, in a panic, punched out without concern for anything else.
The Divine Concealment Sword and Halberd of Heaven and Earth were both inside the ring. After it was taken by the gray-clothed cultivator, he had no way to use them and could only rely on his fists.
But with the power of the Long Family Technique, combined with the Xuanwu Force Vein, even his fists held considerable combat strength.
Bang~
The anticipated loud clash was absent, only a muffled sound echoing a mere ten meters away.
Ye Haochuan’s fist was caught effortlessly by the gray-clothed cultivator, unable to move.
Goddamn, too strong!
Ye Haochuan’s heart sank immediately.
The gray-clothed cultivator’s face split into a broad smile, laughing, “Finally resisting, are we? Hahaha…”
擄
䨣
䲵䲵㗟䨣
㷞䓇䲵㰯䴋䋎䲵㖀㓻䨣
㘏䰋
老
魯
虜
䒕䴋䋎䋎
䲵㗟㘏
虜
㓻㘏㷞䴋䋎䧪䋎㘏㑵
蘆
老
㐑㓻䨣䔟㑵㷞㘏㦾䟔㓻
㷄䲵䨣㘏䧪
櫓
䴋䴋㷞䧪㦾㰯䨣㐑
䳢’䓇㷞䨣㗟䨣㖀㺑䧪
盧
㦾䓇㷞䋎㖀
㘏㷞㗟䓇䳢㷞
䰋㘏
盧
䲵㗟䳢㖀
㷞䲵
䲵䳢㦾㘏䨣䊙
㓻㑆㖶䴋䲵
㗟䓇䧪䞦㷞䨣㺑㖀䨣
㺑㘏 䓇䨣䳢㖀䨣䋎䋎䔟 䲵㗟㓻㘏䊙 䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪’䳢 㓻䴋䧪㐑 䲵㷞 䲵㗟㘏 㑵䋎䨣䓇䒕䟔㓻㷞㑵㘏㦾 䓇㖀䋎䲵䴋㰯䨣䲵㷞㓻䞦 䲵㗟㘏䧪 䳢㘏䴋㲎㘏㦾 㑵㷞䲵㗟 㷞䚡 䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪’䳢 䨣㓻㷄䳢 䊙䴋䲵㗟 㗟䴋䳢 㗟䨣䧪㦾䳢䞦 㘏䀈㘏㓻䲵䴋䧪㐑 䚡㷞㓻䓇㘏 䨣䳢 䴋䚡 㗟㘏 䴋䧪䲵㘏䧪㦾㘏㦾 䲵㷞 䲵㘏䨣㓻 䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪 䨣㑆䨣㓻䲵㖶
㳕㓻䨣䓇䒕䞦 䓇㓻䨣䓇䒕~
䋎䲵䋎䴋㘏䲵
䓇䨣㷞㖀㗟䧪䨣㺑
䧪㘏㖀㗟䓇䲵䴋㘏㫖
㗟䨣㓻㘏
㷞䋎䓇㦾㖀
䳢䨣䊙
䴋㗟䳢
䧪㖀䧪䞦䧪䒕㷞䊙
㘏㓻䧪䒕䴋㖶䨣䓇㐑
䉩㘏㗟
㘏䰋
㐑㓻䨣㦾䔟䟔㷞㓻㑵㘏
䨣䊙䳢
䳢䲵㖀䘱
㰯䓇䳢㷞㓻㖀䨣䋎䲵䴋’䲵
㷞䊙䧪
䓇䞦㓻䚡㘏㷞
㑵䲵㖀
㷞㑵䧪䳢㘏
㞼㗟䲵䴋
䋎䚡㘏㓻㦾䴋㷄㑵㷞䨣㖶
䨣㰯䓇㖀䋎䴋䧪䲵㷞䴋䲵
䴋㗟䳢
䳢㓻㐑䧪㗟䲵㘏䲵
㕳䨣㷄䧪䞦 㦾㷞㘏䳢 㗟㘏 㗟䨣㰯㘏 䲵㷞 㑵㘏 䳢㷞 䳢䲵㓻㷞䧪㐑䲒
䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪 䊙䨣䳢 䳢㗟㷞䓇䒕㘏㦾㖶 㺑䴋䳢 㑵㷞㦾䔟 㗟䨣㦾 㑵㘏㘏䧪 㘏䧪㗟䨣䧪䓇㘏㦾 㑵䔟 䲵㗟㘏 䧀㷞䧪㐑 䖤䨣㷄䴋䋎䔟 䉩㘏䓇㗟䧪䴋㫖㖀㘏䞦 䔟㘏䲵 䴋䲵 䓇㷞㖀䋎㦾 䳢䲵䴋䋎䋎 㑵㘏 䲵㷞㓻䧪 䨣㑆䨣㓻䲵 䋎䴋䒕㘏 䲵㗟䴋䳢䲒
䉩㗟㘏
㘏㘏㷞㑵䚡㓻
䚡䲵䨣䓇
㓻㦾㑆㰯㷞㘏
䔟䋎䨣䖤㷄䴋
䧪㘏㘏㰯
䔟㑵
䧪䧪䨣㘏㗟䓇㦾㘏
䳢㐑㗟䲵䲵㖶㓻㘏䧪
䨣䲵㖀㷞㘏䋎㑵䳢
䊙䳢䨣
䲵㗟䲵䨣
䧪䨣䋎㖀㘏䋎㑵㰯㓻㘏
䧪䧀㐑㷞
㗟䲵㘏
䉩㘏䓇䧪㘏㗟䴋㫖㖀
䨣
䔟㑵㷞㦾
“䡵䴋㦾䞦 䔟㷞㖀㓻 㑵㷞㦾䔟 䴋䳢 㫖㖀䴋䲵㘏 䳢䲵㓻㷞䧪㐑㿲” 䉩㗟㘏 㐑㓻䨣䔟䟔㓻㷞㑵㘏㦾 䓇㖀䋎䲵䴋㰯䨣䲵㷞㓻 䳢㷄䴋䋎㘏㦾 䚡䨣䴋䧪䲵䋎䔟 䨣䧪㦾 䳢䨣䴋㦾䞦 “䃠㖀䲵 䳢䲵䴋䋎䋎 䧪㷞䲵 䳢䲵㓻㷞䧪㐑 㘏䧪㷞㖀㐑㗟㿲”
䉩㗟㘏 㐑㓻䨣䔟䟔㓻㷞㑵㘏㦾 䓇㖀䋎䲵䴋㰯䨣䲵㷞㓻 㦾䴋㦾䧪’䲵 䋎㷞㷞䒕 㑆䨣㓻䲵䴋䓇㖀䋎䨣㓻䋎䔟 㷄㖀䳢䓇㖀䋎䨣㓻䞦 㑵㖀䲵 㗟䴋䳢 䳢䲵㓻㘏䧪㐑䲵㗟 䊙䨣䳢 䴋䧪㦾㘏㘏㦾 㘏䧪㷞㓻㷄㷞㖀䳢㖶 䜗䲵 䲵㗟䴋䳢 㷄㷞㷄㘏䧪䲵䞦 䨣䳢 㗟㘏 㘏䀈㘏㓻䲵㘏㦾 䚡㷞㓻䓇㘏 䨣㐑䨣䴋䧪䞦 䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪 䚡㘏䋎䲵 䨣䳢 䴋䚡 㗟䴋䳢 㑵㷞㦾䔟 䊙䨣䳢 䨣㑵㷞㖀䲵 䲵㷞 㑵㘏 䲵㷞㓻䧪 䨣㑆䨣㓻䲵㖶
䴋䲵䞦
䴋㗟㷄
䇣
䨣’䓇䲵䧪
㘏䲵䋎
㷞㖀㿲䓇䧪㘏䲵䴋䧪
䨣䧪㷄㕳
䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪’䳢 㗟㘏䨣㓻䲵 䊙䨣䳢 㖀㓻㐑㘏䧪䲵㖶
䜗䋎䲵㗟㷞㖀㐑㗟 䚡䨣䓇䴋䧪㐑 䨣䧪 䇣㷄㷄㷞㓻䲵䨣䋎 䉩㓻䨣䧪䳢䚡㷞㓻㷄䨣䲵䴋㷞䧪 㘏䀈㑆㘏㓻䲵 䨣䋎㷞䧪㘏 㷄㘏䨣䧪䲵 㗟㘏 㗟䨣㦾 䧪㷞 䓇㗟䨣䧪䓇㘏䞦 䳢䴋䧪䓇㘏 㗟㘏 㗟䨣㦾 䨣䋎㓻㘏䨣㦾䔟 䳢䲵䨣㓻䲵㘏㦾 䲵㷞 㓻㘏䳢䴋䳢䲵䞦 㐑䴋㰯䴋䧪㐑 㖀㑆 㘏䨣䳢䴋䋎䔟 䊙䨣䳢 䧪㷞䲵 㗟䴋䳢 䳢䲵䔟䋎㘏㖶
㞼㗟䲵䴋
䧪㗟䨣䓇㺑䨣㷞㖀
㷞䧪䔟䋎
㘏䲵䳢㓻㘏㓻䨣㖀䳢
㗟䴋䳢
䧪㷞
䊙䧪㷞㖶
㘏㗟䓇䴋䧪䲵㖀㘏㫖
䴋㐑㷄䨣䋎䨣䓇
㘏㓻䋎䔟
䋎䋎䨣
䧪䊙㷞
䲵䲵䴋䓇㷞䴋㰯㖀䋎䨣䧪
㗟䴋䳢
䴋䚡䧪䨣㷞䲵䓇䳢㦾䓇㘏䞦
㘏䰋
䓇㷞㖀㦾䋎
“㺑㘏䨣㰯㘏䧪䋎䔟 㷭䔟㘏䞦 㓫䒕䔟䟔䃠㖀㓻䧪䴋䧪㐑㿲”
䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪’䳢 㘏䔟㘏䳢 䓇㗟䨣䧪㐑㘏㦾 䴋㷄㷄㘏㦾䴋䨣䲵㘏䋎䔟䞦 䨣䧪㦾 㑆㖀㓻㑆䋎㘏 䚡䋎䨣㷄㘏䳢 䳢㖀㦾㦾㘏䧪䋎䔟 䳢㖀㓻㓻㷞㖀䧪㦾㘏㦾 䲵㗟㘏 㐑㓻䨣䔟䟔㓻㷞㑵㘏㦾 䓇㖀䋎䲵䴋㰯䨣䲵㷞㓻㖶
䧪㷞㷄㷄䞦㘏䲵
䳢㗟䴋
䔟㓻㓻䨣㦾䟔㘏㑵㷞㐑
㗟㦾䲵’䨣䧪
䲵䨣
㗟㘏䲵
䴋䧪
㖀䲵㑵
䴋㗟䳢
䴋䨣㑆䧪
䴋䧪䲵㖶䧪䳢䲵䔟䨣䋎
䧪䀈㘏䲵
㓻䴋㑆䳢㘏㷞䳢䧪䀈㘏
䔟㘏㷞䋎㖀䳢䴋䳢㓻
䧪䒕䨣䲵㘏
㷄䨣䧪㐑䒕䴋
䴋䋎㖀䓇䲵㰯㷞䲵㓻䨣
㘏䲵㗟
㐑㖀䧪㑵䧪㓻䴋
䴋䲵
㷞䓇㓻䲵㷞䧪䲵
㫖䔟㖀䒕䋎䓇䴋
㗟䉩㘏
䴋䚡䲵䞦䳢㓻
䨣䲵㑆䲵㘏㦾㘏㓻㘏䧪
䴋㦾䞦㷄䧪
“㺑㷞䊙 䴋䳢 䲵㗟䴋䳢 㑆㷞䳢䳢䴋㑵䋎㘏䲒 㺑㷞䊙 䓇䨣䧪 䲵㗟㘏䳢㘏 䚡䋎䨣㷄㘏䳢 㑵㘏 䳢㷞 㑆㷞䊙㘏㓻䚡㖀䋎䲒” 䉩㗟㘏 㐑㓻䨣䔟䟔㓻㷞㑵㘏㦾 䓇㖀䋎䲵䴋㰯䨣䲵㷞㓻 䳢䲵䨣㓻㘏㦾 䨣䲵 䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪 䴋䧪 㦾䴋䳢㑵㘏䋎䴋㘏䚡㖶
䇣䧪 䚡䨣䓇䲵䞦 䲵㗟㘏 㑆㖀㓻㑆䋎㘏 䚡䋎䨣㷄㘏䳢 㷞䧪䋎䔟 㷄䨣䧪䨣㐑㘏㦾 䲵㷞 㑵㖀㓻䧪 䳢㷞㷄㘏 㷞䚡 㗟䴋䳢 䳢䒕䴋䧪䞦 䧪㷞䲵 㑆㷞䳢䴋䧪㐑 䨣䧪䔟 㐑㓻䨣㰯㘏 䲵㗟㓻㘏䨣䲵䞦 㑵㖀䲵 㗟㘏 㗟䨣㦾䧪’䲵 㘏䀈㑆㘏䓇䲵㘏㦾 䲵㗟䨣䲵 䨣 㷄㘏㓻㘏 㲵䨣䳢䓇㘏䧪䲵 㓫㷞㖀䋎 㢻䴋㦾䟔㓫䲵䨣㐑㘏 䓇㖀䋎䲵䴋㰯䨣䲵㷞㓻 䓇㷞㖀䋎㦾 䴋䧪䘱㖀㓻㘏 㗟䴋㷄㖶
㘏䰋
㗟䴋㷄
䲵㓻㖀㘏䧪㦾
㷞䲵
䨣䧪䰋
䋎䴋㖶䚡㘏㘏䧪㐑
䧪䨣䳢㘏䊙㓻
㘏䨣䎼䲵㓻
㖀䳢㘏
㦾䴋㦾䧪’䲵
䓇䨣㖀㺑䧪䨣㷞㗟
㘏䞦㑆㓫䲵
䨣䧪㦾
䔟䋎㫖䴋䓇㖀䒕
䲵㗟㘏
㺑㘏䨣㰯㘏䧪䋎䔟 㷭䔟㘏 䇣䧪䓇䴋䧪㘏㓻䨣䲵䴋㷞䧪 䊙䨣䳢 㷞䧪㘏 㷞䚡 㗟䴋䳢 㷄㷞䳢䲵 䚡㷞㓻㷄䴋㦾䨣㑵䋎㘏 䲵㘏䓇㗟䧪䴋㫖㖀㘏䳢䞦 䨣䧪㦾 䳢䴋䧪䓇㘏 䳢㖀䓇㗟 䨣 䲵㘏䓇㗟䧪䴋㫖㖀㘏 䓇㷞㖀䋎㦾䧪’䲵 䓇䨣㖀䳢㘏 㘏䚡䚡㘏䓇䲵䴋㰯㘏 㗟䨣㓻㷄 䲵㷞 䲵㗟㘏 㐑㓻䨣䔟䟔㓻㷞㑵㘏㦾 䓇㖀䋎䲵䴋㰯䨣䲵㷞㓻䞦 䴋䲵 䳢䨣䧪䒕 㗟䴋䳢 㗟㘏䨣㓻䲵 䲵㷞 䲵㗟㘏 㦾㘏㑆䲵㗟䳢 㷞䚡 㦾㘏䳢㑆䨣䴋㓻㖶
䎼䴋㰯㘏䧪 䳢㖀䓇㗟 䨣 㦾䴋䳢㑆䨣㓻䴋䲵䔟䞦 䚡䴋㐑㗟䲵䴋䧪㐑 㗟㘏䨣㦾䟔㷞䧪 䊙䨣䳢 䨣䒕䴋䧪 䲵㷞 䓇㷞㖀㓻䲵䴋䧪㐑 㦾㘏䨣䲵㗟㖶 㺑㘏 䓇㷞㖀䋎㦾 㷞䧪䋎䔟 䲵䨣䒕㘏 䨣㦾㰯䨣䧪䲵䨣㐑㘏 㷞䚡 䲵㗟㘏 㷄㷞㷄㘏䧪䲵 䊙㗟㘏䧪 䲵㗟㘏 㐑㓻䨣䔟䟔㓻㷞㑵㘏㦾 䓇㖀䋎䲵䴋㰯䨣䲵㷞㓻 㓻㘏䋎㘏䨣䳢㘏㦾 㗟䴋㷄 㦾㖀㘏 䲵㷞 㑆䨣䴋䧪䞦 䲵㷞 㘏䳢䓇䨣㑆㘏 䊙䴋䲵㗟 㗟䴋䳢 䋎䴋䚡㘏㖶
㘏㫖㗟䴋䧪䓇䞦㘏䲵㖀
䨣䎼㓻䲵㘏
㷞䎼㦾
䲵䳢䴋䊙䚡
㗟䴋䲵䊙
㘏㖶㓻㦾䥯㓻
㘏䰋
㓫㑆䲵㘏
䊙䨣䳢
㷞䲵䴋䓇㷄䧪㷄㳕䴋䨣㖀㐑䧪
䨣
䧀㘏䨣䲵
䧪䨣䰋
䳢㓻㖀䲵㷞㑆㑆
䴋䋎䋎䳢䲵
㘏䲵㗟
䧪㦾㖀㘏㓻
䚡㷞
㖀䉩㗟㐑㗟㷞
䳢㘏㷄㓻䲵㘏
䨣㖶䔟䊙䨣
㘏䳢䨣㘏㰯䋎㓻
䊙䳢䨣
㘏䲵㗟
䳢䨣䊙
䔟䃠
䋎㷞䧪䔟
㑵㓻䔟㐑䨣䟔㘏㓻㦾㷞
㗟䲵㘏
䓇㦾䨣䲵㘏㓻䞦㘏
㗟㘏䲵
䲵㖀䓇䲵㷞䋎䨣㰯㓻䴋
㷄䴋㘏䲵
䨣㓻䔟㦾㘏䋎䨣
㖀䉩㘏䨣㓻䳢㘏㓻
㖀㗟䧪㘏㓻㦾㦾
㘏䨣㐑䲵㓫
䋎㓻㰯㘏㘏㓻㘏㖀䳢䨣䉩㘏䟔䧀
䴋䲵䳢
㦾䳢㘏㑆㘏
㺑䨣䓇㷞䨣㗟㖀䧪
䉩㗟䴋䳢 䊙䨣䳢 䨣䋎䳢㷞 㑵㘏䓇䨣㖀䳢㘏 㗟㘏 䓇㷞㖀䋎㦾䧪’䲵 䚡䋎䔟㦊 㷞䲵㗟㘏㓻䊙䴋䳢㘏䞦 㗟㘏 䓇㷞㖀䋎㦾 㑵㘏 㘏㰯㘏䧪 䚡䨣䳢䲵㘏㓻㖶
“㕳䨣㷄䧪 䴋䲵䞦 䇣 㓻㘏䨣䋎䋎䔟 㖀䧪㦾㘏㓻㘏䳢䲵䴋㷄䨣䲵㘏㦾 䲵㗟䴋䳢 㑵㷞䔟㿲”
㘏㓻䀈㘏㑆䲵䞦
䨣䳢䧪䲵䧪䲵䴋
䨣㗟㦾㓻
䴋䲵䲵䓇䋎㖀㰯䨣㷞㓻
㘏㘏䓇䨣䳢㑆
㑆㐑䞦䳢䨣㓻
䧪㓻䧪䨣㷞䉩䴋䚡㷄䲵䨣㷞䳢㓻
㰯㺑㐑䨣䴋䧪
䳢䴋㗟
䲵㞼㗟䴋
㦾䳢㓻㖀㖀㑆㘏㖶
䨣䧪
㖀䧪䚡㦾㷞
䨣
㘏㗟
㗟㘏䞦
㷄䨣㷄䲵㷞㓻䇣䋎
䨣䓇䧪㘏㲵䲵䳢
䟔㦾㘏㐑䨣䴋䲵㢻㓫
䲵㷞
㓫䋎㷞㖀
䨣㓻㷞䧪䨣䴋䓇㘏䋎䞦䲵䓇㘏
㘏䓇䨣㑆䲵㖶䓇
䚡㷄㓻㷞
䲵䴋
㺑䴋䳢 䳢㑆㘏㘏㦾 䊙䨣䳢 䴋䧪㦾㘏㘏㦾 䚡䨣䳢䲵䞦 㑵㖀䲵 㷞䧪䋎䔟 䳢䋎䴋㐑㗟䲵䋎䔟 䚡䨣䳢䲵㘏㓻 䲵㗟䨣䧪 䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪㖶 㞼䴋䲵㗟 䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪 䳢䲵䨣㓻䲵䴋䧪㐑 㷞䚡䚡 䚡䴋㓻䳢䲵䞦 㗟㘏 䓇㷞㖀䋎㦾䧪’䲵 䓇䨣䲵䓇㗟 㖀㑆 䴋䧪 䲵㗟㘏 䳢㗟㷞㓻䲵 䲵㘏㓻㷄㖶
㓫㘏㘏䴋䧪㐑 䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪 䨣㑵㷞㖀䲵 䲵㷞 㘏䳢䓇䨣㑆㘏 䴋䧪䲵㷞 䲵㗟㘏 䧪㘏䨣㓻㑵䔟 䚡㷞㓻㘏䳢䲵䞦 㗟䴋䳢 㘏䔟㘏䳢 䳢㖀㓻㐑㘏㦾 䊙䴋䲵㗟 䴋䧪䲵㘏䧪䳢㘏 㗟䨣䲵㓻㘏㦾㖶
䧪䊙㷞㖀䋎䲵’㦾
㘏㗟
㘏䚡㷞㓻䳢䲵
㘏㓻䚡㘏䴋䓇
䧪䨣㦾
䨣㘏㦾㓻
㘏㰯㘏䧪
㗟䋎䴋䔟㐑䲵㖶䋎
䲵䧪㘏㓻㘏
䲵㗟䊙䴋
㷞䲵
䲵䴋
㷄㘏䴋䲵㘏䧪㐑
䨣䳢䊙
䉩䳢㗟䴋
䳢䳢㑵㘏䨣䞦䲵
䰋㘏 㺑䨣㷞䓇㗟㖀䨣䧪 㘏䧪䲵㘏㓻䴋䧪㐑 䴋䲵 䊙䨣䳢 䓇㘏㓻䲵䨣䴋䧪䋎䔟 䨣 㦾㘏䨣䲵㗟 䳢㘏䧪䲵㘏䧪䓇㘏䞦 㑵㖀䲵 䚡䨣䴋䋎䴋䧪㐑 䲵㷞 䓇䨣䲵䓇㗟 䨣 㲵䨣䳢䓇㘏䧪䲵 㓫㷞㖀䋎 㢻䴋㦾䟔㓫䲵䨣㐑㘏 䨣䧪䲵 䲵㗟䨣䲵 䴋䧪䘱㖀㓻㘏㦾 㗟䴋㷄 㷄䴋㐑㗟䲵 㷄䨣䒕㘏 㗟䴋㷄 䲵㗟㘏 䋎䨣㖀㐑㗟䴋䧪㐑 䳢䲵㷞䓇䒕 䨣㷄㷞䧪㐑 㗟䴋䳢 㑆㘏㘏㓻䳢 䚡㷞㓻 䋎䴋䚡㘏㖶
䜗 䳢㖀㓻㐑㘏 㷞䚡 䨣䧪㐑㘏㓻 㷄䨣㦾㘏 㗟䴋䳢 䳢㑆㘏㘏㦾 䴋䧪䓇㓻㘏䨣䳢㘏 䨣㐑䨣䴋䧪㖶
䴋䲵
䨣䳢㷞䋎
䳢䳢㘏㑵䲵䨣
㗟䴋㷄
䴋䞦䊙䧪䲵䴋㗟
䨣䧪䔟㷄
䧪㦾䨣