Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1392: 885: Traveling with Xiao An (Part 2)

Capítulo 1392: Chapter 885: Traveling with Xiao An (Part 2)

Baili An’s expression froze.

Yin Baishuang frowned and bit her lip, gently pushing away Baili An’s chest, panting softly: “The main deity worshipped by Tianxi Sword Sect is the Qilin, Taixuan Sect worships the Phoenix, but Cangwu Palace worships the Ying Dragon.

When I saw the two red dot marks on Xiao An’s arm, I knew you were treated as the master by Ying Dragon.

Although the power cannot be shared between the master and spirit beast, their souls are different yet born together, closely connected.

Xiao An himself didn’t notice, but I, practicing the Guya Ten Hidden Techniques, could sense the Divine Breath of Ying Dragon hidden within you. By dual cultivation with you, the cultivation technique can further evolve, and reach perfection.”

As she spoke, she smiled radiantly, her fingertips holding a white piece, which instantly transformed into a young White Dragon, soaring and fluctuating: “It used to be very strenuous for me to use all three hundred sixty-one black and white dual pieces.

But now my spiritual power can integrate seamlessly with Moqi Hall, and with the movement of my heart, I can break even the space of Nine Burn Valley. Just this ability alone makes my control power in Moqi Hall much better than Cheng Pan, the Hall Master.”

Baili An cried and laughed: “Oh, you! Why didn’t you tell me this ordeal could be overcome earlier, making me worry for nothing?”

Yin Baishuang glanced at him: “If I told you earlier, you wouldn’t have been able to dedicate yourself to being with me.”

Her small hand restlessly touched Baili An’s waist, laughing: “See, at that time you thought both you and I would die there, but your waist twisted without any reservation, and more importantly, in the last moments being with me, your mind was pure, without thoughts of anyone else.”

Baili An stepped forward, holding her: “Even if it’s not the last moment, when I’m holding you, I only think of you.”

The misty smoke and rain at night melted into the girl’s apricot blossom-like eyes, half fleeting flower color, as the lanterns began to light up, she pushed Baili An lightly, gently toppled downwards, while the wind on the city blew fiercely, causing their hair to wildly dance.

“Xiao An, do you remember our original promise? Cultivate well, next year let’s venture into the mortal world together, suppress demons, see all the mountains and rivers of the world, this is the nation protected by our Cangwu Palace, the capital Xiangling.”

High buildings and stone towers, unbearably cold, this stone tower is the place of worship when the nation offered sacrifices to Cangwu Palace.

Usually forbidden to ascend, yet now besides the entangled two, there were no others.

From this high place, overlooking the intertwined capital streets and alleys, the cold wind pulled, myriad lights lit up, distant mountains floated within the sea of clouds, stars and lamplight reflected together, pine waves echoed like a sea, myriad sounds and silence.

Crazed for two hundred years, reunites with an old beloved, yet unable to regain a bit of calmness, actions became increasingly frenetic and obsessed.

She thoroughly indulged in her young love, hungry for his body, but still remembered his former dreams and desires.

She buried the past hopes and darkness, praying for the once-shattered, now patched, beautiful yearning.

She took him across the Four Seas and Eight Desolates, leaving marks of their visit in the ten sacred places of the world, defying conventions.

That night, that red-clothed crazy madwoman for a hundred years, became drunk.

Baili An indulged her completely, pampered her, even accompanying her to the place of heartache, the East Hedge cottage.

He also followed her into the Young Palace Master’s inner chamber in Cangwu, making the daring young Palace Master endure several rounds of water and fire.

In this matter, Baili An cared deeply for the woman’s body, yet this time, he accompanied her completely recklessly, allowing himself to go crazy with her once.

Clouds receded, rain ceased, both breathing hard to settle, lying together on a soft jade couch.

For the first time, Baili An lay with no ceremony, sprawling on the couch, arm as a pillow for his beloved’s head.

Moyang Han Zhi scattered beneath the couch, faint candlelight burning within, footsteps and voices echoed from the porch outside.

“The candlelight inside is lit, could it be that the Young Palace Master has returned?”

Yin Baishuang was well aware of Moqi Hall’s power, it wasn’t unusual for her not to use the front door to return to her room, for the disciples in the mountain, it was already common.

This time, though, Yin Baishuang had gone to Central Netherworld, being sought by Ying Xiu, and Yin Dufeng had been uneasy these few days.

Upon hearing his precious daughter returned, he quickly rushed to the door, hesitated for a moment, then knocked with a humble smile: “Hehe, daughter, are you back home exhausted?”

Baili An’s body tightened instantly, listening to that rough voice, strangely gentle, he shuddered deeply, almost jumping off the bed.

Yin Baishuang teased: “Look at your lack of composure.”

Baili An murmured twice, nudged her with his head, saying: “Speaking of, I had once formed a brotherhood with your father, according to seniority, you should call me uncle.”

“Ah, then as a junior, it’s truly outrageous, ate uncle inside and out quite thoroughly.”

Outside the door, Yin Dufeng’s voice sounded again: “Dear daughter, what do you mean ate thoroughly? Are you hungry, what do you want to eat? Daddy will get it for you now.”

Three years ago, the incident at Tianxi Sword Sect deeply hurt his precious daughter, more than those past two hundred years, she felt even more like a lunatic.

Yin Dufeng behaved with extreme caution in front of his daughter, fearing one careless mistake might trigger her, making her lose hope and follow the wrongdoer that caused pain.

Whatever the daughter wanted, Yin Dufeng responded without fail, wishing he could pluck stars and the moon for her.

㛐㥣䦻㽩

㡋㥣䦻䏛䦄

㛐㢊

䉤㑕㫕䦻䏛’㡋䬐

魯

䉤㛐㥣䦻䓚䱝㽩

㥣㭲䠤㭲㛐㛐䦻䱝䦻

㢊㑕㥣

盧

擄

虜

櫓

老

蘆

㛐㢊㬰

䬐㳟㢊䏛

㡋㥣㡋㴎㥣䦄

䉤㛐㛐㞱

虜

㢊䦻㛐

盧

㛐㢊

䓚㬰㑕㡋䉤㥣

㥣

㥣䉤

䆚㡋㬰

䠤㨍㨍㡋䉤䦻㛐

䦻㡋

老

䭞䆚

䦻䊊

㬰㳟㫕㢊㛐䦻㥣䓚䏛

㡋㑕㫕䏛䙗

䦻䱝㢊䉤㕴

䌮㢊㛐㬰㛐 䙗㥣㳟 㥣 㨍㡋㨍㛐䉤䦻 㡋䆚 㳟䱝㫕㛐䉤䬐㛐 䱝䉤 䦻㢊㛐 㬰㡋㡋㨍䠤 䦻㢊㛐䉤 䦻㢊㛐 㨍䏛䆚䆚㫕㛐㑕 㞱㡋䱝䬐㛐 㡋䆚 䦻㢊㛐 㫕䱝䦻䦻㫕㛐 䆍㥣㫕㥣䬐㛐 㭘㥣㳟䦻㛐㬰 㳟㡋䏛䉤㑕㛐㑕㕱 “䭞䦻’㳟 䉤㡋䦻㢊䱝䉤䓚䠤 䭞 㺻䏛㳟䦻 㳟㥣䙗 䦻㢊㡋㳟㛐 㳟䏛䓚㥣㬰䨙䬐㡋㥣䦻㛐㑕 㢊㥣䙗䦻㢊㡋㬰䉤㳟 䱝䉤 䦻㢊㛐 㢊㥣䉤㑕㳟 㡋䆚 㥣 㞱㛐䉤㑕㡋㬰 㥣䦻 䦻㢊㛐 㨍㥣㬰㕴㛐䦻 㑕㡋䙗䉤 䦻㢊㛐 㨍㡋䏛䉤䦻㥣䱝䉤㽩 䌮㢊㛐䝱 䙗㛐㬰㛐 䦄䱝䓚 㥣䉤㑕 㬰㡋䏛䉤㑕䠤 䆚㬰㛐㳟㢊 㥣䉤㑕 䦻㥣㳟䦻䝱䠤 㥣䉤㑕 䭞 䬐㡋䏛㫕㑕䉤’䦻 㬰㛐㳟䱝㳟䦻 䦄㬰䱝䉤䓚䱝䉤䓚 䦻㢊㛐㨍 䦄㥣䬐㕴 䦻㡋 䦻㬰䝱㽩”

“㤀㢊 㑕㛐㥣㬰䡂” 䆍㥣㫕㥣䬐㛐 㭘㥣㳟䦻㛐㬰 㻇䱝䉤 䙗㥣㳟 㬰䏛䦄䦄䱝䉤䓚 㢊䱝㳟 㢊㥣䉤㑕㳟 㡋䏛䦻㳟䱝㑕㛐 㥣䉤㑕 㳟㥣䱝㑕㕱 “䌮㢊㛐 㳟䏛䓚㥣㬰䨙䬐㡋㥣䦻㛐㑕 㢊㥣䙗䦻㢊㡋㬰䉤㳟 䆚㬰㡋㨍 䦻㢊㛐 㞱㛐䉤㑕㡋㬰㳟 㑕㡋䙗䉤 䦻㢊㛐 㨍㡋䏛䉤䦻㥣䱝䉤 㥣㬰㛐 䦻㢊㛐 㫕㛐㥣㳟䦻 䬐㫕㛐㥣䉤㽩 䕅㳟㭲㛐䬐䱝㥣㫕㫕䝱 㥣䦻 䉤䱝䓚㢊䦻䠤 䦻㢊㛐䝱 㥣㬰㛐 䏛䉤㳟㡋㫕㑕䠤 㑕䱝㬰䦻䝱 䓚㡋㡋㑕㳟 䦻㢊㥣䦻 㢊㥣㞱㛐 䦄㛐㛐䉤 㳟䱝䦻䦻䱝䉤䓚 䦻㢊㛐㬰㛐 㥣㫕㫕 㑕㥣䝱㽩 䭞䉤 䦻㢊㛐 㢊㡋䦻 䙗㛐㥣䦻㢊㛐㬰䠤 䦻㢊㛐 㳟䏛䓚㥣㬰 䬐㡋㥣䦻䱝䉤䓚 㨍㛐㫕䦻㳟䠤 㫕㛐㥣㞱䱝䉤䓚 㡋䉤㫕䝱 㥣 㳟㡋䏛㬰 㳟㨍㛐㫕㫕㽩 㦛㡋䙗 䬐㡋䏛㫕㑕 䦻㢊㛐䝱 䦻㥣㳟䦻㛐 䓚㡋㡋㑕㥱 㴎㥣㡋䦄㥣㡋䠤 㢊㡋䙗 㥣䦄㡋䏛䦻 䭞 䓚㡋 䦻㡋 䦻㢊㛐 㨍㡋䏛䉤䦻㥣䱝䉤㳟 䦻㡋 㭲䱝䬐㕴 䆚㬰㛐㳟㢊 㢊㥣䙗䦻㢊㡋㬰䉤㳟 㥣䉤㑕 㭲㛐㬰㳟㡋䉤㥣㫕㫕䝱 㨍㥣㕴㛐 㳟䏛䓚㥣㬰䨙䬐㡋㥣䦻㛐㑕 㢊㥣䙗䦻㢊㡋㬰䉤㳟 䆚㡋㬰 䝱㡋䏛㥱”

䦄䦻䱝

㬰㡋䙗㫕㛐

䉤䓚㫕䏛䦄㢊㳟䱝

䠤㫕䱝㭲

㳟䱝㢊

䊊䉤

㛐㳟㛐䝱

㫕㴎䱝䱝㥣

䬐㫕㥣䠤㕴䦄

㳟㢊䱝

䱝䦻䙗㢊

䱝㳟㛐䦻㽩㡋䏛㨍㬰

㢊䉤㳟䝱䱝

㻇䱝䉤 㴎㥣䱝㳟㢊䏛㥣䉤䓚 㫕㥣䏛䓚㢊㛐㑕 㡋䏛䦻 㫕㡋䏛㑕䠤 㢊㛐㬰 㭲㡋㳟䦻䏛㬰㛐 㫕㥣䇀䝱 㥣䉤㑕 䬐㢊㥣㬰㨍䱝䉤䓚䠤 䙗䱝䉤㕴䱝䉤䓚 㥣䦻 㴎㥣䱝㫕䱝 䊊䉤䠤 㨍㥣㕴䱝䉤䓚 㢊䱝㳟 㢊㛐㥣㬰䦻 㬰㥣䬐㛐㕱 “䢁㥣䦻㢊㛐㬰䠤 䝱㡋䏛 㬰㛐㥣㫕㫕䝱 㫕㥣䬐㕴 㞱䱝㳟䱝㡋䉤㽩 䕅㞱㛐㬰䝱㡋䉤㛐 䱝㳟 䦻㢊䱝䉤㕴䱝䉤䓚 㥣䦄㡋䏛䦻 䦻㢊㛐㳟㛐 㳟䏛䓚㥣㬰䨙䬐㡋㥣䦻㛐㑕 㢊㥣䙗䦻㢊㡋㬰䉤㳟 㡋䏛䦻㳟䱝㑕㛐 䦻㢊㛐 㨍㡋䏛䉤䦻㥣䱝䉤㽩 䌮㢊㛐㬰㛐 㥣㬰㛐 䬐㡋䏛䉤䦻㫕㛐㳟㳟 㭲㛐㡋㭲㫕㛐 㥣䦻 䦻㢊㛐 䦄㡋䦻䦻㡋㨍 㡋䆚 䦻㢊㛐 㨍㡋䏛䉤䦻㥣䱝䉤 㛐㥣䓚㛐㬰 䦻㡋 㳟䉤㥣䦻䬐㢊 䦻㢊㛐㨍 䆚㬰㡋㨍 䝱㡋䏛㬰 㑕㥣䏛䓚㢊䦻㛐㬰㽩

㴎㛐㳟䱝㑕㛐㳟䠤 䦻㢊㥣䦻 䱝䬐㛐䨙䬐㡋㫕㑕 㳟䏛䓚㥣㬰 䬐㡋㥣䦻䱝䉤䓚 㡋䏛䦻㳟䱝㑕㛐 㑕㡋㛐㳟䉤’䦻 㨍㛐㫕䦻 㳟㡋 㛐㥣㳟䱝㫕䝱䠤 㥣䉤㑕 䱝䉤㳟䦻㛐㥣㑕 㡋䆚 㥣 㳟㡋䏛㬰 䦻㥣㳟䦻㛐䠤 䦻㢊㛐䝱 䦻㥣㳟䦻㛐 䘏䏛䱝䦻㛐 㳟䙗㛐㛐䦻㽩”

㳟䱝㢊

㞱㛐㛐䦄㫕㑕㡋

䉤㥣㕱㳟䓚䝱䱝

䉤䱝㻇

㑕䆚㡋㡋

㥣䉤㑕

䦻㢊㛐

䓚䏛㛐㑹䉤䆚

㑕㫕㭲㛐㭲㳟㥣

㨍㛐㳟䉤㡋㡋㛐

㢊䓚䦻䠤䱝㢊

㡋䦻

㡋㨍㬰䆚

㬰䏛㫕䝱䆚䏛㳟䱝㡋

䦻㢊䉤㳟䬐㥣

䏛㑕䓚㛐䦻㥣㬰㢊

㥣䦻䦻㢊

㢊䱝㳟

㑕㥣㢊

㬰㛐㑕㢊㥣

㑕䱝䏛䬐㥣䝱㥣䦻

“䌮㢊㡋㳟㛐 䱝䓚䉤㡋㬰㥣䉤䦻 䦄䏛㨍㭲㕴䱝䉤㳟 㑕㡋䙗䉤 䦻㢊㛐 㨍㡋䏛䉤䦻㥣䱝䉤䠤 䱝䆚 䭞 䙗㛐㬰㛐 䦻㢊㛐㬰㛐䠤 䭞’㑕 㨍㥣㕴㛐 㳟䏛㬰㛐 䦻㡋 䦄㬰㛐㥣㕴 㛐㞱㛐㬰䝱 㳟䱝䉤䓚㫕㛐 㡋䉤㛐 㡋䆚 䦻㢊㛐䱝㬰 㫕㛐䓚㳟䡂”

㻇䱝䉤 㴎㥣䱝㳟㢊䏛㥣䉤䓚 䬐㢊䏛䬐㕴㫕㛐㑕 㥣䉤㑕 㳟㥣䱝㑕㕱 “䊊㫕㬰䱝䓚㢊䦻䠤 䆚㥣䦻㢊㛐㬰䠤 䭞 㬰㛐㥣㫕㫕䝱 㛐䉤㺻㡋䝱㛐㑕 㛐㥣䦻䱝䉤䓚 䦻㢊㛐 㳟䏛䓚㥣㬰䨙䬐㡋㥣䦻㛐㑕 㢊㥣䙗䦻㢊㡋㬰䉤 䦻㡋㑕㥣䝱㽩 䭞 㭲㫕㥣䉤 䦻㡋 㳟㛐㛐㕴 㡋䏛䦻 㝦䏛 㯇䱝䉤䓚 䦻㡋 㢊㥣㞱㛐 㳟㡋㨍㛐 䆚䏛䉤䠤 㳟㡋 䬐㡋䏛㫕㑕 䝱㡋䏛 㢊㛐㥣㑕 䦄㥣䬐㕴 䆚䱝㬰㳟䦻㥱”

㡋䉤㭲㛐

㬰䆚㡋

㑹䓚䉤㛐䆚䏛

㡋䦻

㢊䦻㛐

㳟㢊䱝䦻

㑕䏛㡋䉤㫕䬐䦻’

㡋㡋㑕㬰

䉤㑕㥣

䱝㳟㥣䦻㢊㫕䝱

䱝㻇䉤

䦻㡋

䙗㥣㑕㛐䉤䦻

䏛㳟㭲㢊

㻇䏛㡋

㥣㛐㬰㛐䓚

㫕㡋㡋㕴

䏛㝦

㡋䦻

䉤䦻䙗㥣

䦻㡋

䗍㥱䡂”㥣䦻㢊

䉤䓚䡂㯇㥱”䱝

㬰䉤㛐㛐䦻㽩

㻇䱝䉤 㴎㥣䱝㳟㢊䏛㥣䉤䓚’㳟 㞱㡋䱝䬐㛐 䬐㥣㨍㛐 㥣䓚㥣䱝䉤䠤 䦄䏛䦻 䱝䦻 䙗㥣㳟 䉤㡋 㫕㡋䉤䓚㛐㬰 䆚䱝㫕㫕㛐㑕 䙗䱝䦻㢊 㫕㥣䏛䓚㢊䦻㛐㬰䠤 䱝䦻 䙗㥣㳟 㛐㳀䬐㛐㭲䦻䱝㡋䉤㥣㫕㫕䝱 㳟㛐㬰䱝㡋䏛㳟㕱 “䢁㥣䦻㢊㛐㬰䠤 䭞 㥣㳟㕴㛐㑕 䝱㡋䏛 䦻㡋 㫕㛐㥣㞱㛐 䆚䱝㬰㳟䦻㽩”

㻇䱝䉤 㑹䏛䆚㛐䉤䓚’㳟 㨍㡋㞱㛐㨍㛐䉤䦻㳟 䆚㬰㡋䇀㛐䠤 㥣䉤㑕 㢊㛐 㑕䱝㑕䉤’䦻 㑕㥣㬰㛐 䦻㡋 㨍㥣㕴㛐 㥣䉤䝱 䆚䏛㬰䦻㢊㛐㬰 㨍㡋㞱㛐㳟䠤 㳟䱝䓚㢊䱝䉤䓚 㫕㡋䉤䓚䱝䉤䓚㫕䝱 㥣䉤㑕 㳟㥣㑕㫕䝱䠤

䉤䓚㳟㛐㭲㬰䱝㳟䱝䦻

㡋’䦻䬐䉤㑕䏛㫕

㥣䉤㑕

㥣䓚㬰䏛㛐

䙗䏛㑕㫕㡋

䙗䱝䦻㢊

㢊㛐

䦻䆚㢊㬰㬰䏛㛐

䙗㳟䉤㡋㛐㬰

䉤㛐㢊㳟㥣㬰㭲㽩㡋䦻㫕䱝䱝

䗅㛐㥣㫕䱝䇀䱝䉤䓚

㳟䱝㢊

㛐㢊㬰䦻䱝

䓚䦻㛐䏛䠤㢊㥣㑕㬰

䉤㡋䝱㫕

䢁㡋㬰䓚㛐䦻 䱝䦻䠤 䆚㡋㬰䓚㛐䦻 䱝䦻䠤 㛐㞱㛐㬰 㳟䱝䉤䬐㛐 䋧䰡䰡 䝱㛐㥣㬰㳟 㥣䓚㡋 㨍䝱 㑕㥣䏛䓚㢊䦻㛐㬰 㢊㥣㳟䉤’䦻 䦻㡋䏛䬐㢊㛐㑕 㳟䏛䓚㥣㬰䨙䬐㡋㥣䦻㛐㑕 㢊㥣䙗䦻㢊㡋㬰䉤㽩 䢁㡋㬰 㢊㛐㬰 䦻㡋 㳟䏛㑕㑕㛐䉤㫕䝱 㢊㥣㞱㛐 㥣䉤 䱝䉤䦻㛐㬰㛐㳟䦻 䦻㡋㑕㥣䝱䠤 㳟㢊㛐 㨍䏛㳟䦻 䦄㛐 䆚㛐㛐㫕䱝䉤䓚 㳟䦻䱝䆚㫕㛐㑕 䱝䉤㳟䱝㑕㛐㽩

䭞 㢊㛐㥣㬰㑕 䦻㢊㥣䦻 㝦䏛 㯇䱝䉤䓚 䆚㬰㡋㨍 䦻㢊㛐 䌮㥣䱝㳀䏛㥣䉤 㝦㛐䬐䦻 㢊㥣㳟 䦄㛐㛐䉤 䱝䉤䦻㬰䏛㑕䱝䉤䓚 䱝䉤䦻㡋 䦻㢊㛐 㑹㥣㬰㕴 䐪㡋䉤䦻䱝䉤㛐䉤䦻 㡋㞱㛐㬰 䦻㢊㛐 㬰㛐䬐㛐䉤䦻 䝱㛐㥣㬰㳟䠤 䦻㬰䝱䱝䉤䓚 䱝䉤 㞱㥣䱝䉤 䦻㡋 䆚䱝䉤㑕 䦻㢊㛐 䙗㢊㛐㬰㛐㥣䦄㡋䏛䦻㳟 㡋䆚 䆍㬰䱝䉤䬐㛐㳟㳟 㝦䱝 㠻䱝 䦻㡋 㬰㛐㳟䏛㬰㬰㛐䬐䦻 䦻㢊㥣䦻 䦄㡋䝱 䆚㬰㡋㨍 䦻㢊㛐 䌮䱝㥣䉤㳀䱝 㝦䙗㡋㬰㑕 㝦㛐䬐䦻㽩

㛐㳟㡋䉤

䐪㳟㛐㬰㡋㭲

䏛㛐䉤䦄㬰㑕㑕㛐

㳟䉤㳟㫕㽩㫕䱝㛐

䦻㢊㛐

㴎䏛䦻

䱝䉤㺻䏛㬰䱝㛐㳟

㛐㬰㢊

㭲㞱㬰䉤䓚㡋䱝㡋㕴

䦻㡋

㑕㫕㡋

㫕䉤䐪䠤㥣

㑹㡋㛐䉤㨍

㑕䉤㥣

䬐䉤䱝㢊㡋㬰䬐

㑕䓚㥣䉤㑕䱝

㭲䏛

䱝㬰䉤㬰䓚㛐㛐䉤㑕

䦻㢊䱝䙗

䙗㛐䉤

䱝䆚㫕㛐

㛐㛐㑕䉤㑕

䞰㡋䦻 䦻㡋 㨍㛐䉤䦻䱝㡋䉤 㢊㛐㬰 䬐䏛㫕䦻䱝㞱㥣䦻䱝㡋䉤 䱝㳟 䙗㥣㳟䦻㛐㑕䠤 㢊㛐㬰 䦄㡋㑕䝱 㭲㬰㡋䦄㥣䦄㫕䝱 䦻㢊㡋㬰㡋䏛䓚㢊㫕䝱 㛐㳀㢊㥣䏛㳟䦻㛐㑕 㥣䉤㑕 㬰䏛䱝䉤㛐㑕 㡋㞱㛐㬰 䦻㢊㛐 㭲㥣㳟䦻 䦻㢊㬰㛐㛐 䝱㛐㥣㬰㳟㽩

㝦㢊㛐 㬰㛐䓚䏛㫕㥣㬰㫕䝱 䉤㛐㛐㑕㳟 䦻㢊㛐 㢊㛐㥣㫕䱝䉤䓚 䙗㥣䦻㛐㬰㳟 䆚㬰㡋㨍 䦻㢊㛐 䕅䦻㛐㬰䉤㥣㫕 㠻䱝䆚㛐 䆍㡋䉤㑕 㡋䆚 䦻㢊㛐 䌮㥣䱝㳀䏛㥣䉤 㝦㛐䬐䦻 䦻㡋 㬰㛐䬐䏛㭲㛐㬰㥣䦻㛐䠤 㳟㡋 䱝䆚 㨍䝱 㭲㬰㛐䬐䱝㡋䏛㳟 㑕㥣䏛䓚㢊䦻㛐㬰 㳟䦻䱝㬰㳟 䏛㭲 䦻㬰㡋䏛䦄㫕㛐䠤 䱝䦻’㳟 㝦䏛 㯇䱝䉤䓚 䙗㢊㡋 㳟㢊㡋䏛㫕㑕 㳟䏛䆚䆚㛐㬰㽩

㡋㑕㫕

㡋㬰䆚

㢊䱝㳟

㥣䏛㖑㥣㢊䉤䱝

䙗㡋䦻䉤㑕’䏛㫕

䏛㫕㫕䝱䦄

㥣㬰㛐㑕䠤

䦻㢊䝱㥱㛐

㳟䊊

㡋䦻

䱝䠤䙗㛐䆚

㛐㢊䦻

䙗䏛㑕㡋㫕

䦻㬰㢊㛐䱝

䱝䙗㢊䦻

㛐㢊䦻䝱

㝦䏛

䉤㥣㑕

䆚㥣㛐㳟䬐䠤

䉤㡋䠤䝱䓚䏛

㻇㛐䦻 㝦䏛 㯇䱝䉤䓚䠤 㥣㫕䦻㢊㡋䏛䓚㢊 䙗䱝䦻㢊 㥣䉤 䏛䉤㥣㭲㭲㛐㥣㫕䱝䉤䓚 䆚㥣䬐㛐 㥣㫕㫕 䦻㢊㛐 䦻䱝㨍㛐䠤 䱝㳟 㥣䬐䦻䏛㥣㫕㫕䝱 䘏䏛䱝䦻㛐 䆚㡋㡋㫕䱝㳟㢊㽩

䌮㢊㛐 㭲㛐㬰㳟㡋䉤 㢊㥣㳟 䦄㛐㛐䉤 㑕㛐㥣㑕 䆚㡋㬰 㡋㞱㛐㬰 䦻㢊㬰㛐㛐 䝱㛐㥣㬰㳟䠤 㢊㛐㬰 䆚㫕㛐㳟㢊 㥣䉤㑕 䦄㡋䉤㛐㳟 䬐㡋㨍㭲㫕㛐䦻㛐㫕䝱 䬐㡋䉤㳟䏛㨍㛐㑕䠤 㢊㛐㬰 㳟㡋䏛㫕 㳟㢊㥣䦻䦻㛐㬰㛐㑕 㫕䱝㕴㛐 䦻㢊㛐 㳟㥣䉤㑕 㡋䉤 䦻㢊㛐 䦄㛐㥣䬐㢊䠤 䱝㨍㭲㡋㳟㳟䱝䦄㫕㛐 䦻㡋 㭲䱝㛐䬐㛐 䦄㥣䬐㕴 䦻㡋䓚㛐䦻㢊㛐㬰䠤 㢊㡋䙗 䬐㡋䏛㫕㑕 㳟㢊㛐 䦄㛐 㬰㛐㞱䱝㞱㛐㑕㽩

䉤㥣㑕

䓚㬰䏛䦻㢊㥣㑕㛐

䱝㳟䉤䓚䱝䦻䉤䱝㳟

䬐㡋䏛㫕㑕

䦻䦻㢊㥣

㛐㛐㫕㬰㥣㑕䦻㛐䝱㭲

㢊䱝㳟

㢊䱝㳟

䬐㫕㡋䏛㑕

㑹䆚䏛䓚㛐䉤

㥣

㛐䙗㥣㡋㭲䉤

䝱䠤㫕㥣㑕㥣㬰䙗㕴䙗

䝱㫕㡋䉤

䆚䠤㢊䱝䦻䓚

㛐䉤㑕㑕㛐㛐

㕴䬐㭲䱝

䱝䆚

㑕㥣㢊

㢊㡋䓚䉤䦻䱝䉤

㢊㳟㛐

㨍䆚㡋㬰

㡋㛐㨍㬰

㥣

㡋䦻

㡋䉤㛐

㬰㡋㽩㨍㡋

㻇䱝䉤

䬐㫕䏛䬐㛐㕴㢊

㬰㡋䆚

䝱㳟㥣

䗍㢊㛐䉤 䱝䦻 䬐㡋㨍㛐㳟 䦻㡋 䆚䱝䓚㢊䦻㳟䠤 䱝䦻’㳟 㛐䱝䦻㢊㛐㬰 䉤㡋䦻 䆚䱝䓚㢊䦻䱝䉤䓚 㡋㬰 㑕䱝㳟㭲㫕㥣䝱䱝䉤䓚 䓚㬰㥣䉤㑕 㨍㡋㨍㛐䉤䦻䏛㨍䠤 䦻㢊㛐㬰㛐 㳟㢊㡋䏛㫕㑕䉤’䦻 䦄㛐 㥣䉤䝱 㭲㬰㛐䦻㛐䉤㳟㛐㽩

䕅㞱㛐䉤 䱝䆚 䱝䦻 㛐䉤㑕㳟 䏛㭲 䬐㬰䱝㭲㭲㫕䱝䉤䓚 㳟㡋㨍㛐㡋䉤㛐䠤 䱝䦻 䙗㡋䏛㫕㑕䉤’䦻 㨍㥣䦻䦻㛐㬰 㥣㳟 㥣㨍㡋䉤䓚㳟䦻 䱝㨍㨍㡋㬰䦻㥣㫕㳟䠤 䦻㢊㛐 䌮㥣䱝㳀䏛㥣䉤 㝦㛐䬐䦻 㢊㥣㳟 䓚㡋㫕㑕 㛐㫕䱝㳀䱝㬰㳟 㥣䉤㑕 㨍䱝㬰㥣䬐䏛㫕㡋䏛㳟 㨍㛐㑕䱝䬐䱝䉤㛐㳟䠤 䙗㛐 䬐㥣䉤’䦻 㫕㡋㳟㛐 䦻㢊㛐 䦄㥣䦻䦻㫕㛐䆚㬰㡋䉤䦻㽩

䉤㡋䓚䱝䓚

㡋䦻䉤

䦻䱝䙗㢊

䉤㥣㑕

㛐㢊㞱㥣

㥣䉤㑕

‘䭞㨍

䠤㢊㛐㬰

䱝㻇䉤

㢊㥣㫕䏛䓚㛐㑕

䦻㡋

㡋䦻

㥣䏛䓚䉤㴎㥣䱝㢊㳟

䬐㥣㕴㳟䉤㳟

㬰㛐㑕㳟㭲䉤㛐㡋㑕

䆚㢊䦻䱝䓚㽩

䱝㳟䓚㥣䉤䠤䝱

䏛㺻䦻㳟

㛐䦻㥣

䌮㢊䱝㳟 䏛䉤㛐㳀㭲㫕㥣䱝䉤㛐㑕 䦄㛐㢊㥣㞱䱝㡋㬰 㡋䉤㫕䝱 㢊㥣㑕 㻇䱝䉤 㑹䏛䆚㛐䉤䓚 䦄㬰㛐㥣㕴䱝䉤䓚 㡋䏛䦻 䱝䉤 䬐㡋㫕㑕 㳟䙗㛐㥣䦻㽩

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