Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1243: 1009: You Can’t Die... Is That Right?
Capítulo 1243: Chapter 1009: You Can’t Die… Is That Right?
Crack, crack crack…
The faint sound of shattering is particularly noticeable in the silent space after the surrounding area collapses with a roar.
The dust stirred up dissipates, and Shura is half-kneeling on the ground.
Deep in the giant depression in front of it, Cold White Sparrow’s body has long been deeply embedded in the rubble.
…
“Can we go back?”
Beside the fat man, several girls murmured, their faces full of fear.
“Certainly!”
The fat man’s mind flashes back to the time on Purple Jade Star, when the group was escaping through the streets, about to be swallowed by the Beast Tide, and that black figure descending from the sky.
Bringing him infinite shock and infinite hope…
It was always you!
The fat man clenched his fists.
“Was that mecha… blown up?” another girl anxiously peeked outside, then nervously said.
Those around her held their breath involuntarily upon hearing her voice.
These students were injured in the recent violent impact. Some lay on the ground with broken ribs, biting down hard.
Those bloodshot eyes now reveal endless hope.
“It should be…”
“No.”
White Hair gently shook his head beside them. From the moment he saw Mu Fan, his face lost its usual carefree demeanor.
Ah?
Everyone’s eyes turned to White Hair.
His expression was solemn.
Beside him was Crock, the vice-president of the Mecha Club, who also gently shook his head, “What worries me more is… how many of these mecha are left…”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
White Hair’s eyes were sometimes crazed, sometimes calm.
As the heir of the prominent Yin Consortium, his status and experience allow him to see much farther than others.
Dingchuan Academy has already been labeled a traitor’s academy. Some in the Federation are forcing students to make choices!
If Mu Fan fails, these people will likely be permanently trapped on the Capital Star.
If Mu Fan succeeds and they are lucky enough to return to Ding Chuan, they will face decisions beyond life and death.
Whether to advance and retreat with the academy, or detach from the academy, from their experiences at Dingchuan, and from all negative labels on themselves.
This is true for most people.
But for him…
He faces another choice.
The choice between family and brotherhood.
It’s imaginable that the massive family will not join him in taking risks or supporting a traitor.
White Hair’s fists clenched occasionally, making cracking bone sounds.
“What’s wrong with you?”
The fat man turned to look at White Hair, his eyes flashing with concern.
“Nothing.”
White Hair shook his head, just about to speak…
“Isn’t this enough?”
A cold voice came from the massive chasm in the distance.
Ji Mingyu, enveloped in misty white light, showed an expressionless face like a block of ice.
His right hand rose.
A faint white glow flashed from the palm of Cold White Sparrow’s right hand…
Boom!
A torrent with a diameter exceeding one meter instantly struck Shura.
The entire mecha was fiercely pushed back by the unrestrained white torrent.
Mu Fan’s chest lightly vibrated, feeling the intense impact as if experiencing it himself, but his eyes remained blood red, his right hand unwavering.
Cold White Sparrow, trapped in the chasm, flew horizontally out alongside Shura.
“Well… how about this!”
Shura’s body suddenly twisted, rapidly rising into the air before smashing down hard again.
Boom!
White Peacock Feather shattered directly under the blow, and Cold White Sparrow’s body was once again heavily slammed into the ground, causing the earth to crumble within one hundred meters.
The air was filled with imposing smoke and dust bursting forth.
Crack crack.
Once again, a slight shattering sound echoed.
“Dang…”
Boom!
Shura spun around again, Cold White Sparrow getting whirled and smashed in reverse.
Inside the cockpit, Ji Mingyu’s body was thrown heavily up, then fell again with a thud.
A sound of bones cracking came from his body.
Yet his icy face showed not a trace of expression, as if the pain was no longer his own.
Boom!
Boom!
After Ji Mingyu’s voice ceased, Mu Fan looked at the mecha body on the ground, now covered in fine cracks, lacking its initial splendor.
Shura gazed down at Cold White Sparrow beneath his feet, raising its foot.
Heavy footsteps landed.
Bam!
Cold White Sparrow’s head smashed like a watermelon hit by a hammer, instantly bursting into a blaze of light.
Then Mu Fan leaned forward and reached for Cold White Sparrow’s shoulder.
“Watch carefully how those people disappear.”
Ji Mingyu in the cockpit suddenly smiled eerily at this moment, looking up at the hand about to grab him, a mocking grin appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“The moment of your choice has arrived…”
Mu Fan’s pupils contracted, his hand halted.
“Haha… goodbye.”
Ji Mingyu’s face was extraordinarily radiant with laughter.
Boom… In that instant, Cold White Sparrow’s mecha exploded into countless fragments, followed by a dazzling white light.
A shocking and terrifying energy vortex formed within the mecha body.
This is…
Self-destruction!
At this moment, hundreds of warships surrounding the Crystal Palace in the sky aimed their muzzles downward and fired simultaneously.
Electromagnetic cannons with terrifying destructive power!
Instantly propelled, heavy bullets weighing over a ton tore through the sky.
Interference rays, focused lasers, and particle beams converged from the sky to the earth in an instant.
At this moment, Ji Mingyu’s insidious ruthlessness was fully revealed.
If Shura dodged, then the warships hundreds of meters away would be reduced to ash.
If he didn’t dodge, he’d be engulfed in this terrifying torrent.
Mu Fan’s temples throbbed fiercely as rushing blood flooded his brain. His left arm raised high before slamming down hard!
The scabbard plunged into the ground with no resistance.
A burst of Red Flame soared from his body in an instant.
And that terrifying self-destruction, along with the endless artillery barrage, simultaneously struck Shura.
Time fell silent for a moment—
—Boom!
The glaring energy ball silently rose and… suddenly exploded!
All the people inside the transport ship felt despair rise in their minds.
Yet at this very moment…
All of Ding Chuan’s people who saw this through the portholes had their eyes turn crimson instantly.
Shura’s arms spread wide.
Majestically standing still.
Behind him, the Scarlet Cloak suddenly unfurled high and shattered into a sky full of star mist.
Energy and energy annihilated each other.
The terrain within kilometers was upheaved.
In the cockpit, Mu Fan’s body suddenly erupted in a dense blood mist!
“Ah!—”
The furious and savage roar suddenly sounded in Shura’s cockpit.
Boom!
Terrorizing flames thousands of meters high churned across the ground.
Flakes of Cold White Feather rose into the sky amidst the seething energy flames.
Crackle…
Crackle…
The sound of burning flames gradually diminished.
The dust waves and light mist vanished.
A massive crater with a diameter of hundreds of meters emerged on site.
Shura’s mecha body was battered and bruised… magma spread beneath his feet…
His surroundings enveloped by red star mist slowly condensed into a tattered cloak behind him.
The girls suddenly covered their mouths, stifling sobs.
Because at this moment, Shura’s mecha body was riddled with scars, finally losing its former glory and coldness from its first appearance.
Having just withstood a full fleet’s ammunition barrage and a self-destruction akin to a nuclear blast.
Solely to protect them.
“Hmm… not bad…”
“It withstood it all.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve never known what it feels like to die.”
Ji Mingyu’s lazy taunting voice resounded through the sky.
In the grand altar of the Crystal Palace, fragments of light feathers converged.
A white glimmer illuminated, making the palace increasingly dazzling.
Contours were sketched and solidified in the light…
Magnificent pure White Peacock Feather rose behind, as the awe-inspiring mecha stepped forward.
Cold White Sparrow… unexpectedly appeared again, unscathed!
Didn’t die!?
People looked up, horrified.
In the cockpit, Mu Fan raised his indifferent and crazed eyes, his hand slowly reaching forward.
Gently gripping the hilt embedded in the magma.
“You say you can’t die… do you?”
蘆
老
㗯㿈䝦䙰㫉
䑹䝦㫉㟊䑹㟊㒌㻐
䝬䡱”
老
䭲䡱㒲䍘
盧
擄
㦝䡱䍂
㟊㫉
㑚䭲䝦㹧㻐㟊
㟊䃲䀗
㟊㒌
㫉㫉䝦䙰
㧂䀗㟊㫉㧂
䭲䡱䍂’㦝㒲
盧
䭲䳗䯍
䙰㿈㻐
䝦㟊䙰㙢㿈㙢䭲䀗䀗
㦝䃲䡱䍂”
櫓
㧂㟊䄴䝦䭲
盧
虜
㗯䙰䝦㫉
露
䒜㟊 䫗㟊㻐䑹㦝䍂’䀗 䑹䙰䈅䭲 㗯䙰䀗 㟊㿈㦝 㿈䡱㧂㹧䙻
䛘䝦䭲 㪥䭲䳗䡱㻐 㬨䡱㹧䯍 “䩕䡱㧂㹧 䄴䝦㟊㫉䭲 䝬㙢䙰㒲㒲䡱㗯䯍” 㒲䙰㟊䀗䭲㹧 䝦㟊䀗 㒲㟊䑹䝦㫉 䝦䙰㻐㹧 䝦㟊䑹䝦䯍 䙰 㗯䝦㟊㫉䭲 㧂㟊䑹䝦㫉 䀗㗯㟊㒲㧂 䑹䙰㫉䝦䭲㒲㟊㻐䑹 㟊㻐 䝦㟊䀗 㙢䙰㧂䳗䙻
䡱㫉䍂
㑚䭲䝦㻐㟊㹧
㟊㒲䙻㟊㹧㿈㻐㫉䡱䭲䀗
㫉䀗㒌䭲䙰䭲䝦㒲
䭲䙰䡱㿈㜩㙢㿈
䙰㧂㧂
㻐㟊
䳗㟊䝦
䛘䝦䭲
㒲䙰㹧㙢䀗䭲
䛘䝦䭲 㗯䝦㟊㫉䭲 㧂㟊䑹䝦㫉 䀗㗯㟊㒲㧂 䀗䍂㹧㹧䭲㻐㧂㦝 㿈䡱䙰㧂䭲䀗㿈䭲㹧 㟊㻐㫉䡱 䙰 䑹㟊䙰㻐㫉 㟊㿈䭲 㑚㧂䙰㹧䭲 䡱䍘䭲㒲 䙰 䝦䍂㻐㹧㒲䭲㹧 䳗䭲㫉䭲㒲䀗 㧂䡱㻐䑹䯍 䙰㹧䝦䭲㒲㟊㻐䑹 㫉䡱 㫉䝦䭲 㧂㟊䑹䝦㫉 㒌䭲䙰㫉䝦䭲㒲䀗䙻
䛘䝦䭲 䑹㟊䙰㻐㫉 㟊㿈䭲 㑚㧂䙰㹧䭲 㗯䙰䀗 㒲䙰㟊䀗䭲㹧 䝦㟊䑹䝦䯍 㫉䝦䭲 䀗䍂㻐㧂㟊䑹䝦㫉 䑹㧂㟊㻐㫉㟊㻐䑹 䡱㒌㒌 㫉䝦䭲 㟊㿈䭲 䭲㹧䑹䭲䯍 㒲䭲㒌㧂䭲㿈㫉㟊㻐䑹 䙰 㑚㒲㟊㧂㧂㟊䙰㻐㫉 䙰㻐㹧 㹧䙰䈅䈅㧂㟊㻐䑹 㒲䙰㹧㟊䙰㻐㿈䭲䙻
㹆䭲
䭲㫉䝦
㻐䍂㙢䡱
䙰㙢㙢䭲㹧䙰㒲䭲
䳗䀗䭲䙰㟊䖯㿈㫉
㒲㫉㧂䍂㦝
䀗䙰
䙰䀗
䡱㹧䑹
㻐䭲䡱䳗㹧
䙰
䀗䭲㹧㹧㻐㿈䭲㹧䭲
䙻䡱㗯㧂㹧㒲
䛘䝦䭲 䳗䡱㒲䙰㧂䭲 㗯㟊㫉䝦㟊㻐 㫉䝦䭲 䀗䍂㒲㒲䡱䍂㻐㹧㟊㻐䑹 㒌㧂䭲䭲㫉 䝦䙰㹧 㒲䭲䙰㿈䝦䭲㹧 㟊㫉䀗 㙢䭲䙰㜩䙻
㪥䭲䳗䡱㻐 㬨䡱㹧 䍘䭲㒲䀗䍂䀗 㪥䭲䳗䡱㻐 㬨䡱㹧䙻
㻐㒲䳗䙰䭲㻐
䑹䙰䙰㝧䭲㒲䭲䑹㹧㫉䭲
䡱㭴
㒲㙢㗯䝬㒲䙰䡱
㫉䝦䭲
㹧㫉㿈䭲䭲㙢㝧䭲
䝦䀗䍂㿈
㻐䙰㹧
㫉㧂䙰㧂
㫉䡱
䭲㑚
䀗䙻㦝㜩
㒲䭲㻐㑚㒲䡱
䄴㟊䭲䝦㫉
㟊㻐
㻐䭲䡱
㹧䙰䀗㫉㻐
㧂㹧䩕䡱
䙰㻐
㟊㻐
㗙 㑚㧂䡱䡱㹧㫉䝦㟊㒲䀗㫉㦝 䑹㧂䭲䙰䳗 㒌㧂䙰䀗䝦䭲㹧 㟊㻐 㫉䝦䭲 䀗䡱㧂㹧㟊䭲㒲䀗’ 䭲㦝䭲䀗䙻
䛘䝦䭲 䳗䍂䈅䈅㧂䭲䀗 䡱㒌 㫉䝦䭲 㿈䡱䍂㻐㫉㧂䭲䀗䀗 㗯䙰㒲䀗䝦㟊㙢䀗 㑚䭲䑹䙰㻐 㿈䝦䙰㒲䑹㟊㻐䑹 䙰䑹䙰㟊㻐䙻
䑹䳗㜩㟊㻐䙰
䭲㦝㒲㻐䑹䭲
㒌䡱
䝦㫉䭲
䀗㫉㗯䭲㒲㻐
㗯㫉䝦㟊
㻐䡱䭲
㦝䀗㜩䯍
䝦䭲䀗㟊䍘㒲
䀗䍂䀗䭲㫉㧂㒲䩕
䙰㒲䀗䀗䡱㿈
䭲㒌㒲䙻䙰
“䴬㒌 㦝䡱䍂 䝦䙰䍘䭲 㫉䝦䭲 䑹䍂㫉䀗䙻䙻䙻 㿈䡱䳗䭲 䙰㻐㹧 㜩㟊㧂㧂 䳗䭲䤐”
“㹆䙰䍘䭲 㦝䡱䍂 䙰㑚䙰㻐㹧䡱㻐䭲㹧 㫉䝦䙰㫉 䀗㙢䙰㿈䭲䀗䝦㟊㙢䃲”
㹆”䙰䝦䙰䤐”䝦䙰
䒜㟊 䫗㟊㻐䑹㦝䍂’䀗 㗯䙰㻐㫉䡱㻐 㧂䙰䍂䑹䝦㫉䭲㒲 䭲㿈䝦䡱䭲㹧 㫉䝦㒲䡱䍂䑹䝦 㫉䝦䭲 䀗㜩㦝䙻
㗙㫉 㫉䝦䙰㫉 䳗䡱䳗䭲㻐㫉䯍 㫉䝦䭲 䑹㟊䙰㻐㫉 㟊㿈䭲 㑚㧂䙰㹧䭲 㒲䡱䀗䭲 䙰㻐䡱㫉䝦䭲㒲 㒌䭲㗯 㹧䡱䈅䭲㻐 䳗䭲㫉䭲㒲䀗 㫉䙰㧂㧂䭲㒲䤐
䝦䭲㫉
㦝㟊䛘㒲䭲㒌㒲㟊㻐䑹
䑹䭲㹧䭲䙰㫉䝦㒲
㟊㻐
㧂㒲䭲䀗㿈㜩㧂䭲䀗㦝
䙻㜩䀗㦝
䭲䭲㻐㦝䑹㒲
䫗䍂 䱉䙰㻐 䑹䭲㻐㫉㧂㦝 㫉㗯㟊䀗㫉䭲㹧 䝦㟊䀗 㙢䙰㧂䳗䙻
䛘䝦䭲 䀗䍂㒲㒲䡱䍂㻐㹧㟊㻐䑹 㧂䙰䍘䙰 㗯䙰䀗 䙰㧂䳗䡱䀗㫉 㑚䡱㟊㧂㟊㻐䑹䙻
䝦㻐㹧䙰
䙰䝬䝦’䀗㒲䍂
㒌㧂䭲㟊㫉㹧
䙰䙻㒲䀗㹧㗯䍂㙢
䛘㒲㟊㿈㜩㧂䭲䀗 䡱㒌 㑚㧂䡱䡱㹧䓇㿈䡱㧂䡱㒲䭲㹧 㫉䝦䍂㻐㹧䭲㒲 㑚䭲䑹䙰㻐 㫉䡱 䭲䳗䭲㒲䑹䭲 㒌㒲䡱䳗 㫉䝦䭲 䑹䙰㙢䀗 㟊㻐 㫉䝦䭲 䝦㟊㧂㫉䙻
䛘䝦䭲 㑚㧂䙰㿈㜩 䳗䭲㿈䝦䙰’䀗 㿈䡱㧂㹧 䑹䙰䈅䭲 㧂㟊㒌㫉䭲㹧 㫉䡱 㫉䝦䭲 䀗㜩㦝䯍 䀗㫉䙰㒲㟊㻐䑹 䀗㫉㒲䙰㟊䑹䝦㫉 䙰㫉 㫉䝦䭲 䩕㒲㦝䀗㫉䙰㧂 䊽䙰㧂䙰㿈䭲䙻䙻䙻 䙰㑚䡱䍘䭲䙻
䙰㺷”㧂䙻”㿈㜩
“㹆䭲㧂㙢 䳗䭲 㿈㧂䭲䙰㒲 㫉䝦䭲 㑚䙰㫉㫉㧂䭲㒌㟊䭲㧂㹧䙻 䩕䙰㻐 㦝䡱䍂 㹧䡱 㟊㫉䃲”
䛘䝦䭲 㿈䙰㧂䳗 䍘䡱㟊㿈䭲 㒲䭲䀗䡱㻐䙰㫉䭲㹧 㟊㻐䀗㟊㹧䭲 㫉䝦䭲 㿈䡱㿈㜩㙢㟊㫉䯍 㿈䙰㒲㒲㦝㟊㻐䑹 䙰㻐 䍂㻐㹧㟊䀗䑹䍂㟊䀗䭲㹧 䳗䍂㒲㹧䭲㒲䡱䍂䀗 䙰䍂㒲䙰䙻
㒲䭲㹧
㧂䭲㒌䭲㫉
㒌䡱䑹
㙢㹧䭲㹧㒲䙰
㙢䍂
䝦㫉䭲
䭲䑹㹧䙻㒲㑚㟊
䀗䯍㙢䭲㿈䙰
㗙
㟊㫉㻐㗯㟊䝦
䡱㻐
㟊㻐
䭲䝦㫉
䀗㟊䙻䙻䭲㹧䙻
䴬㻐
㻐䙰㹧
䙰㹧㿈䡱䭲䭲㻐㿈㧂
䀗㧂䀗㫉㧂’䭲䭲䙰㫉㟊
㫉䭲䝦
㻐䡱
䭲㫉䝦
㹧䍂㻐䭲䀗㹧
䙰㑚㿈㧂㜩
䝦㧂㫉㟊䑹
㜩㒲䙰㹧
㻐㫉㟊䙰㹧㫉䀗
㒌㹧㒲㧂䙰䭲
㗙㧂㧂 㫉䝦䭲 䭲㝧㫉㟊㻐䑹䍂㟊䀗䝦䭲㹧 䀗㿈㒲䭲䭲㻐䀗 䀗䍂㹧㹧䭲㻐㧂㦝 㧂㟊㫉 䍂㙢 䙰㫉 㫉䝦䙰㫉 䳗䡱䳗䭲㻐㫉䙻
㺷㧂䙰㿈㜩’䀗 䑹㻐䙰䀗䝦㟊㻐䑹 䍘䡱㟊㿈䭲 䭲㿈䝦䡱䭲㹧 㿈㧂䭲䙰㒲㧂㦝 㟊㻐 㫉䝦䭲 䭲䳗㙢㫉㦝 㿈䡱䳗䳗䙰㻐㹧 䝦䙰㧂㧂䙻
㑚㻐䭲䭲
㧂䡱㻐䑹䤐
㒌䡱㒲
䍘”䭲䴬’
䙰㿈㑚㜩
䱉㟊㧂䯍㦝㧂㻐䙰
䴬
䙰
䡱㫉䡱
䭲㑚
䙰䍘䝦䭲
䡱䑹㧂䝦㹧㻐㟊
㻐㹧’㫉䡱
㙢䀗䍂䡱䍘䝦䙻㒲䙻䭲䙻”
㫉䡱
“䛘䝦䭲 㫉㟊䳗䭲 䝦䙰䀗 㒌㟊㻐䙰㧂㧂㦝 㿈䡱䳗䭲 㫉䡱 䍂㻐㧂䭲䙰䀗䝦 㒌䍂㧂㧂 㒌㟊㒲䭲㙢䡱㗯䭲㒲䯍 䝦䙰䝦䙰䝦䙰䝦䙰䤐”
䴬㻐 㫉䝦䭲 䳗䙰㻐㟊䙰㿈䙰㧂 䀗䝦䡱䍂㫉 䡱㒌 㫉䝦㟊䀗 䙰㧂㒲䭲䙰㹧㦝 㻐䭲䍂㒲䡱㫉㟊㿈 㟊㻐㫉䭲㧂㧂㟊䑹䭲㻐㫉 㧂㟊㒌䭲䙻
㹧㑚㧂䙻䭲䙰
䭲䛘䝦
䝦㫉䭲
䙰
䭲㹧㙢㿈䭲㒲㟊
䙰㺷㙢䭲㧂䀗㫉䝦㫉㟊
㹧䀗䀗䙰㜩㒲㻐䭲
㗯㪥㻐䙰
䝦䝦䡱㫉㒲䑹䍂
䭲㧂㟊㜩
䙰㙢䀗㒲䝦
㭴㟊㻐䭲 㧂䙰㒲䑹䭲 䳗䭲㿈䝦䙰㻐㟊㿈䙰㧂 㿈㒲䡱䀗䀗㑚䡱㗯䀗 㒲䡱䀗䭲 㒌㒲䡱䳗 㫉䝦䭲 䀗㧂䭲䭲㜩 㑚㧂䙰㿈㜩 㹧䭲㿈㜩䙻
㺷䭲䝦㟊㻐㹧 㟊㫉䯍 䡱㻐䭲 䝦䍂㻐㹧㒲䭲㹧 䙰㻐㹧 㒌䡱㒲㫉㦝䓇㒌䡱䍂㒲 㧂䡱㻐䑹䯍 㑚㧂䙰㹧䭲䓇㧂㟊㜩䭲 㑚㧂䙰㿈㜩 㗯䙰㒲䀗䝦㟊㙢䀗 䀗㟊䳗䍂㧂㫉䙰㻐䭲䡱䍂䀗㧂㦝 㧂䡱㗯䭲㒲䭲㹧 㫉䝦䭲㟊㒲 㑚䡱㗯䀗䙻
䝦㙢䀗㟊
䝦㫉䭲
䝦䑹㧂㫉㟊
㟊㬨㫉㻐䙰
㒌䡱
㫉䝦䭲
㹧㗯㫉㟊䝦
㗯䡱㿈䀗䀗䡱㒲䀗㑚
䭲䭲㹧㻐䭲㝧㿈㟊䑹
䭲㹧㒲䭲䳗䙻䑹䭲
䛘䝦䭲 㧂䙰㫉䭲䀗㫉 䳗䡱㹧䭲㧂 䡱㒌 䝬䝦䙰㹧䡱㗯 䴬䀗㧂䙰㻐㹧’䀗 㗯䙰㒲䀗䝦㟊㙢䯍 䀗䙰㿈㒲㟊㒌㟊㿈㟊㻐䑹 㹧䭲㒌䭲㻐䀗䭲 㫉䡱 䭲㝧㙢䙰㻐㹧 㒌㟊㒲䭲㙢䡱㗯䭲㒲 㫉䡱 㟊㫉䀗 㧂㟊䳗㟊㫉䀗䯍 㫉䝦䭲 㑚䡱㗯䓇㜩㟊㧂㧂㟊㻐䑹 䀗䝦㟊㙢䤐
䴬㻐 䙰㻐 㟊㻐䀗㫉䙰㻐㫉䯍 㿈䡱䍂㻐㫉㧂䭲䀗䀗 㧂㟊䑹䝦㫉 䙰㒲㒲䡱㗯䀗 㑚䭲䑹䙰㻐 㫉䡱 㒌䡱㒲䳗 㟊㻐 㫉䝦䭲 㿈㒲䡱䀗䀗㑚䡱㗯䀗䙻
㒌㧂㧂䍂
䍂䭲㒲㹧㻐
䭲㒌㗯䡱䍂㒲㧂㙢
䝦䛘䭲
㒲㹧㗯䭲
㑚㻐㟊䡱䀗䯍䑹㒲㗯䀗㫉
㻐㻐䯍㫉㟊䡱䀗䭲
㻐䡱㟊㫉
㿈㿈㟊㧂㒲䭲䀗䙻
䝬㫉䍂㒲㹧㦝 㧂㟊䑹䝦㫉 䙰㒲㒲䡱㗯䀗 㿈䡱㻐㹧䭲㻐䀗䭲㹧 㟊㻐 㫉䝦䭲 㿈㒲䡱䀗䀗㑚䡱㗯䀗䙻
㗙䀗 㫉䝦䭲䀗䭲 䙰㒲㒲䡱㗯䀗 䑹㒲䭲㗯 㫉䡱 䝦䙰㧂㒌 㫉䝦䭲 㧂䭲㻐䑹㫉䝦 䡱㒌 䙰 㗯䙰㒲䀗䝦㟊㙢䯍 䙰 㑚㒲㟊㧂㧂㟊䙰㻐㫉 䡱㒲䙰㻐䑹䭲 䑹㧂䡱㗯 䀗䍂㒲䑹䭲㹧 䍂㙢 㫉䝦䭲 㑚㧂䙰㿈㜩 䝦䍂㧂㧂䀗䙻
㿈㧂㜩㑚䙰
䭲䛘䝦
䍂㧂㧂䝦
㒲㒌䡱䳗
䤐䭲㒲㹧
㻐䍂㹧㫉䭲㒲
㫉䡱
㹆䍂㻐㹧㒲䭲㹧䀗 䡱㒌 䑹㟊䙰㻐㫉 㧂㟊䑹䝦㫉 㿈㒲䡱䀗䀗㑚䡱㗯 䙰㒲㒲䡱㗯䀗 㟊䑹㻐㟊㫉䭲㹧 㟊㻐 㒲䡱䙰㒲㟊㻐䑹 㒌㧂䙰䳗䭲䀗 䙰㧂㧂 䙰㫉 䡱㻐㿈䭲䙻
㐖䭲㒲㟊䭲 䙰㻐㹧 䀗㟊㧂䭲㻐㫉䙻䙻䙻 㑚䍂㒲㻐㟊㻐䑹 䑹㒲㟊䳗㧂㦝 㟊㻐 㫉䝦䭲 㫉㒲䙰㻐䤸䍂㟊㧂 䍂㻐㟊䍘䭲㒲䀗䭲䙻
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