Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1342: 77: An Ant-like Thing!
Capítulo 1342: Chapter 77: An Ant-like Thing!
Chapter Seventy-Seven
In the moment when he awakened, the surrounding air seemed to come alive, and various kinds of information began to transmit to his mind mysteriously.
And quite unfortunately, Ambrose’s words simultaneously entered his brain.
Mu Fan’s eyes surged with a terrifying and icy killing intent!
…
Ambrose brazenly looked at Lu Qingxue, with his second, fourth, fifth, and sixth War Generals all present.
Even without piloting the Mecha, their sheer strength was enough to level this Divine River Domain.
He was the proud Divine Son, as for the Luqin Universe, he was practically like a Deity.
“Don’t always put on that cold demeanor, a woman should learn to please her man. What, are you very angry?”
Ambrose looked at Lu Qingxue’s cold face and excitedly licked the corner of his mouth.
The entire Snow Clan held him in awe, yet here appeared such a uniquely independent woman. He had to commend Lu Hua for having some skills; this kind of unconventional tribute interested him greatly.
Thus, he didn’t mind leaving behind his bloodline.
Lu Qingxue watched his leisurely figure, stepping back half a step, her entire body in a high-alert stance.
Ambrose’s mouth curved into a smile, his right hand suddenly raised.
A path of winding green light shot toward the cold figure like a vine!
Lu Qingxue’s pupils instantly contracted to a point.
With the Snow Building Sword lost and possessing only a bow without arrows, she could only rely on the dagger in her palm to fend off the attack.
The green vine ripped through the air, suddenly expanding into a sprawling green net five meters in front of Lu Qingxue!
Like a giant’s hand reaching to seize her.
This unexpected change caught Lu Qingxue off guard.
She could jump off the altar to evade, but doing so would leave the unconscious Mu Fan completely enveloped.
In a flash of determination, Lu Qingxue turned her wrist, an ice crystal dagger glinting coldly appeared in her palm, aimed at her throat, and suddenly stabbed downward!
None could have anticipated Lu Qingxue’s character to be so fierce and resolute!
Anger flashed through Ambrose’s eyes; since he was here, naturally he was the center of everything here.
Life and death were but a triviality!
“If I say you die, you won’t live.”
“If I say you live, you’ll find it hard to die!”
Within that violently domineering voice, Ambrose spread his right hand fingers wide and thrust forward fiercely.
Immediately, the large green net coalesced into a hand, pressing downward suddenly.
Lu Qingxue coldly stared ahead, her hand moving toward her throat accelerating yet seemingly unable to match the speed of the hand’s descent, her action slowed…!
Her pupils bore the hatred deep within, and just as the giant green hand and the slender form were about to merge, Lu Qingxue’s wrist suddenly paused.
A transparent outline gently surfaced before her.
A cold hand grasped her equally cold wrist.
Yet that chill brought intense turbulence to Lu Qingxue’s eyes.
That figure slowly turned its head, bearing a ghostly cold green light.
“You wish to die? Did I agree?”
That face was, unmistakably, Mu Fan’s!
His right hand rose simultaneously!
The next moment, the colossal green hand was about to engulf the two.
Yet a hemispherical ghostly green shield quietly emerged from Mu Fan’s palm, intersecting with the green hand, instantly annihilating it.
Countless eerie green flames ignited.
Mu Fan released Lu Qingxue’s left hand as the ghostly green shield vanished alongside the burnt grey-green.
With the light shield gone, the Dragon Rider War Armor, now completely transformed in color, stepped forward.
The eyes beneath the armor coldly regarded Ambrose.
At this moment, Ambrose felt an immense danger surge within, as if unknown beasts in the darkness were stalking him.
He narrowed his eyes, scanning Mu Fan, then the clasped hands of the two, his handsome face draping an icy veil, raising his left hand as a ring of sonic explosions erupted instantly.
A water-barrel thick green shockwave roared towards Mu Fan.
Paying no heed to Lu Qingxue.
“You have a little lover after all, then kill them together.”
Yet in his view, that figure cloaked bizarrely in green, didn’t evade or dodge, just raised a hand.
Green flames ignited between the five fingers.
The green light collided into the palm, igniting the whole body instantly, Mu Fan’s gaze filled with cold killing intent, unmoving.
His fingers tightened fiercely.
Bang!
The energy that instantly propelled Lu Hua away was explosively crushed by Mu Fan with a single palm.
Moreover, the rampant green mist was entirely ignited by the flames rising around Mu Fan.
Like the Demon God reborn through blazing flames, Mu Fan released Lu Qingxue’s wrist, stepping forward boldly.
That calm voice echoed through the altar, resonating across the entire square.
“Humiliate her, you die.”
“This altar… I’ll make it your grave.”
Mu Fan, who survived thousands of ambushes, now his heart was entirely shrouded by a ghostly green luminosity.
A genuine Ghost Energy Heart had formed!
At this moment, the Dragon Core’s extraction effect on Mu Fan transformed entirely into an amplifying one!
Mu Fan’s voice wasn’t loud, yet exceptionally clear.
Its lack of tone was chillingly insidious.
“Threaten me, Ambrose? Like an ant!”
The handsome youth found the insufferable words chilling his eyes, taking a glance beside him.
“Basil, go tear apart his mouth for me.”
For years, no one dared to speak such vicious words before Ambrose.
Good, very good.
The slight discomfort crossing his mind was forcibly suppressed.
The foremost Green-armored War General answered gutturally: “As you command, Your Highness.”
Basil, Ambrose’s second War General, famed for his combat prowess nearly double that of Alfonso, was the fiercest War General when Ambrose battled in the star domain!
This massive green-armored giant bearing three cross-shaped scars on his face, thrust his right hand powerfully behind.
Zzzz!
The Snow Clan people covered their ears in agony, the sound accompanied by intense psychic shock; the Divine Son and those around him were unfathomably mighty in their spiritual assault method… overwhelming to suffocate, practically the Snow Clan’s natural nemesis.
Thud.
Amidst the massive reverberation, a Horse-slaying Sword over three meters long was grandly smashed onto the altar by Basil.
He strode out boldly, his eyes unwavering, gripping the Great Sword fiercely, his chest’s Jade Stone blazing with intense brilliance.
Crouch, bend.
—Boom!
Stone debris over three meters wide blasted upwards, Basil lighted upright, ascending sharply.
The green pillar nearly ten meters high; a giant Horse-slaying Sword pointed skyward instantly.
Basil’s burly form flashed.
Two hideous tendrils straightened behind him like ribbons, the fierce green light spreading along the Horse-slaying Sword.
In an instant, a giant sword silhouette over ten meters long hovered ferociously in the sky.
White snow, green sword.
㗋䂨㤋䅈
盧
㤬䙝㴦㦑㙒䲣
㗋䱠䅈䯓㤋㴦㤋㗋䙝
擄
㩥䂨䐑㴦䙝㛍
盧
䲣䅈㰚䙝䲣㤋㰚
蘆
櫓
蘆
䎑䲣䱠䱠
櫓
老
㒇㩥䲣
老
虜
㒇㩥䲣 䍇䲣䂨䍇䱠䲣 䂨䎑 㗋㩥䲣 㯿㤋䂨㝜 䎠䱠㴦㤋 㝜䲣㙒䲣 䐑䂨㰚䍇䱠䲣㗋䲣䱠䯓 䙦䲣㝜䅈䱠䆌䲣㙒䲣䆌㛍
䞸㩥䯓 㝜䂨㦑䱠䆌 㗋㩥䲣䯓 㝜䅈䱠䱠䅈㤋㦒䱠䯓 㦒䅈㭌䲣 䲣㭌䲣㙒䯓㗋㩥䅈㤋㦒 㗋䂨 㗋㩥䲣 㿸䅈㭌䅈㤋䲣 㯿䂨㤋䤒 䯓䲣㗋 㗋㩥䲣 㴦㗋㗋㴦䐑䒜 䙝㗋䅈䱠䱠 䙝㩥䂨㝜䙝 㤋䂨 㰚䲣㙒䐑䯓㗣
䎑䐤
䤒䙝䲣䒜䅈㙒㗋䙝
㴦䙝
䂨㦑㝜䆌䱠
䤒㦑䙝㗋䆌
㙒㗋㦑㤋
㤋㴦䆌
䙝㗋㩥䅈
䂨㗋㤋
㩥䅈䙝
䂨䅈㤋㗋
䂨㙒㝜㯿䆌
䅈㗋
䱠䲣㛍㝜䱠
㦑䙦㗋
䯓㤋䱠䂨
䂨㴦䅈䍇㤋㰚䂨䐑㤋
㦑䚕
㰚㗋㩥䲣䲣䙝㭌䲣䱠䙝
㴦㤋䣣
䱲䲣䱠䂨㝜 㗋㩥䲣 㴦䱠㗋㴦㙒䤒 䙝䂨㰚䲣 㝜㩥䂨 㝜䲣㙒䲣 㰚䲣㤋㗋㴦䱠䱠䯓 䐑䂨䱠䱠㴦䍇䙝䅈㤋㦒 䙦䲣㦒㴦㤋 㗋䂨 䎑㙒㴦㤋㗋䅈䐑㴦䱠䱠䯓 㙒㦑㤋 㴦㝜㴦䯓㛍
䞸㴦㗋䐑㩥䅈㤋㦒 㗋㩥䅈䙝 䙝䐑䲣㤋䲣䤒 㴦 䐑䂨䱠䆌䤒 㙒㦑㗋㩥䱠䲣䙝䙝 䙝㰚䅈䱠䲣 㴦䍇䍇䲣㴦㙒䲣䆌 䅈㤋 㗋㩥䲣 䐑䂨㙒㤋䲣㙒 䂨䎑 䥜㰚䙦㙒䂨䙝䲣’䙝 䲣䯓䲣䙝䤒 䐑㴦䍇㗋㦑㙒䅈㤋㦒 㴦䱠䱠 㗋㩥䲣 䆌䅈䎑䎑䲣㙒䲣㤋㗋 䲣㢦䍇㙒䲣䙝䙝䅈䂨㤋䙝 䂨䎑 㗋㩥䲣 㯿㤋䂨㝜 䎠䱠㴦㤋㛍
䙝䲣䙝㪊㗋’
㗋㩥䲣
㨬䲣㗋㙒㴦
䂨䙦䲣䆌㴦䙦䙝㙒
䲣㦒䲣䯓㙒㤋
䲣㩥㒇
䣣㗋㙒䙝䂨䲣
㛍㤋䅈㴦䂨㿸㰚
䐑㩥䂨㗋㦑
㦑㤋㗋䅈䯓䐑䱠䂨㤋䂨㦑䙝
㰚䎑㙒䂨
䱲㴦䙝䅈䱠’䙝 䣣䂨㙒䲣䙝㗋 㿸㴦㙒䒜 㯿䱠㴦䙝㩥䤒 㝜㩥䅈䱠䲣 䍇䅈䱠䂨㗋䅈㤋㦒 㴦 㰚䲣䐑㩥㴦䤒 䐑䂨㦑䱠䆌 䙝䲣㭌䲣㙒 㝜㴦㙒䙝㩥䅈䍇䙝㛍
䥜㤋䆌 㝜㩥䲣㤋 㴦䱠䂨㤋䲣䤒 䅈㗋 䅈䙝 䲣㤋䂨㦑㦒㩥 㗋䂨 㴦㤋㤋䅈㩥䅈䱠㴦㗋䲣 㗋㩥䂨㦑䙝㴦㤋䆌䙝㥩
䅈䙝
䙝䅈㩥
㨬㤋㙒䲣䲣䱠㛍㴦
䲣㩥
䆌㤋䲣㙒㝜䂨
䂨㪊
䙝䲣䐑䂨㤋䆌
䞸㙒㴦
䥜䙝 䎑䂨㙒 㗋㩥㴦㗋 㝜䂨㰚㴦㤋䤒 䙝㩥䲣 䐑㴦㤋 㴦䐑䐑䂨㰚䍇㴦㤋䯓 㩥䲣㙒 㤋㴦㗋䅈㭌䲣 䱠䂨㭌䲣㙒䤒 㴦䱠䂨㤋㦒 㝜䅈㗋㩥 㩥䲣㙒 䐑䱠㴦㤋 㰚䲣㰚䙦䲣㙒䙝䤒 㴦㤋䆌 䙦䲣 䙝㴦䐑㙒䅈䎑䅈䐑䲣䆌 㩥䲣㙒䲣㛍
㒇㩥䅈䙝 㯿㤋䂨㝜 䎠䱠㴦㤋 䅈䙝 㗋㙒㦑䱠䯓 㦑䙝䲣䱠䲣䙝䙝㛍
䱠㴦䱲䙝䙝䅈’
㴦
㴦㗋
䲣㙒㰚䲣㗋䙝
䆌㝜䂨䙝㙒
䂨䱠㤋㦒
㩥㗋䲣
䯓䙝䆌䱠㦑䆌㤋䲣
䤒䍇㗋䅈
㦒䱠㴦䂨㤋
䆌䍇䲣䙝㴦㙒
㙒㨬䲣㤋䲣
䙝㴦
䲣㩥㒇
㤋䅈
㦒䐑䅈㗋㴦䅈㤋㦒
㩥㗋䲣
㗋㤋䲣
㰚䂨䲣㤋㗋㰚㛍
㝜䆌䙝㙒䂨
㭌䂨㙒䲣
㤋㗋㴦㤋㴦䅈㰚㦒䲣
䂨㤋㦑䱠㰚䯓䂨䅈䙝
䲣㗋䆌䂨㴦䱠䎑
䙝䒜䯓
㗋㴦㩥㗋
䂨䎑㙒㰚
㙒䂨㙒䥜㰚
㩥㦒䱠㗋䅈
㩥䱠㦒㗋䅈
㒇㩥䲣 㴦㙒㰚䙝 䙝㝜㦑㤋㦒 䎑䂨㙒䐑䲣䎑㦑䱠䱠䯓㛍
䱲䂨䂨㰚䅈㤋㦒 䆌䂨㝜㤋㥩
䯓㿸㴦䲣䱠䆌
䎑䂨
㗋䅈㤋䤒䲣㗋㤋
䙝’䆌䙝㝜䂨㙒
㴦䤒䆌䅈䱠㭌㴦㤋䂨䲣㦑䙦
䐑䎑㴦䆌䙝㦑㙒䲣
㭌䯓䲣䲣䲣䂨㤋㙒
䲣㩥㴦䙝䲣䆌㙒䂨䎑
㗋㩥䲣
㤋䂨
㗋㩥䲣
䱠䲣䂨䙦㝜
䲣㛍䆌㦒䲣
㒇㩥䲣 㗋䲣㤋䂅㰚䲣㗋䲣㙒 㦒㙒䲣㴦㗋 䙝㝜䂨㙒䆌 䆌㙒䲣㝜 㴦 㙒㴦䆌䅈㴦㤋㗋 㗋㙒㴦䅈䱠 㴦䙝 䅈㗋 䙝㗋㙒䅈䒜䲣䆌 䆌䂨㝜㤋 䱠䂨㦑䆌䱠䯓㛍
“䢎㦑䙝㗋 㴦 䙦㦑㤋䐑㩥 䂨䎑 䍇㦑䍇䍇䲣㗋䙝 䙝㴦䐑㙒䅈䎑䅈䐑䅈㤋㦒 䙝䂨㦑䱠䙝 㗋䂨 㗋㩥䂨䙝䲣 䅈㤋䙝䲣䐑㗋䙝䤒 䯓䲣㗋 䆌㴦㙒䲣 㗋䂨 䂨䎑䎑䲣㤋䆌 㰚䯓 㗋㙒䅈䙦㴦䱠 䆌䅈㭌䅈㤋䲣 䍇䂨㝜䲣㙒㥩”
㦒㙒㴦㤋
䆌䤒䎑䂨䂨
㬭㗋㦑䂨
“㦑㗋䙝䢎
䲣䂨㴦㙒䙝㩥
㗋㩥䲣
䂨䐑䤒䆌䱠
䚕䂨㩥㴦’䙝㴦㤋䆌
䂨䙝㰚䲣
㝜䅈㗋㩥
䐤㤋
䆌䎑䅈䱠䱠䲣
㭌䅈䐑䂨䤒䲣
䲣㙒䤒㴦
㗋䲣”㛍㰚㩥
䒜䱠䅈䅈䱠㦒㤋
㗋䲣䅈㤋䤒㤋㗋
䱠䒜䅈䱠
䲣䱠䲣㙒䙝䱠䲣㗋㤋䙝
䚕㦑 䣣㴦㤋’䙝 䲣䯓䲣䙝 㙒㴦䅈䙝䲣䆌 䂨㰚䅈㤋䂨㦑䙝䱠䯓䤒 㝜䅈㗋㩥 䍇㦑䍇䅈䱠䙝 㦒㙒䲣䲣㤋 䱠䅈䒜䲣 㝜㩥䅈㙒䱠䍇䂨䂨䱠䙝㛍
䐤㤋䙝㗋㴦㤋㗋䱠䯓䤒 㗋㩥䲣 㴦䅈㙒 㴦㙒䂨㦑㤋䆌 㗋㩥䲣 㿸㙒㴦㦒䂨㤋 䳐䅈䆌䲣㙒 䐑䂨㤋䆌䲣㤋䙝䲣䆌 䅈㤋㗋䂨 䲣䲣㙒䅈䲣 䐑䯓䐑䱠䂨㤋䲣䙝䤒 㗋㩥䲣㤋 䙝㦑䆌䆌䲣㤋䱠䯓 䲣㢦䍇䱠䂨䆌䲣䆌䤒 㰚㴦䒜䅈㤋㦒 䚕㦑 䣣㴦㤋’䙝 䎑䅈㦒㦑㙒䲣 䆌䅈䙝㴦䍇䍇䲣㴦㙒 䅈㤋䙝㗋㴦㤋㗋䱠䯓㛍
䙝䥜
㙒䲣㗋㴦㦒
㗋䂨
㩥䲣㗋
䂨㝜㙒䙝䆌
䅈䒜㗋䙝㙒䲣
㗋㩥䲣
…㦑㙒㦒㤋䂨䆌
䙦㴦䂨㦑㗋
㝜㴦䙝
䥜 㿸㴦㙒䒜 㨬䂨䱠䆌 㯿㩥䂨㙒㗋 㯿㗋䅈䐑䒜 㴦䙦㙒㦑䍇㗋䱠䯓 㴦䍇䍇䲣㴦㙒䲣䆌㛍
㒇㩥䲣 㗋㝜䂨 䙝㦑䆌䆌䲣㤋䱠䯓 䐑䂨䱠䱠䅈䆌䲣䆌㛍
䎠㛍䱠䒜㛍㛍㤋䅈
䥜 䙝䂨㦑㤋䆌 䱠䅈䒜䲣 㗋㩥䲣 㦒䲣㤋㗋䱠䲣 䐑䱠䅈㤋䒜䅈㤋㦒 䂨䎑 㦒䱠㴦䙝䙝 䲣㰚䲣㙒㦒䲣䆌 䅈㤋 㗋㩥䲣 䲣㴦㙒䙝㛍
䟩䅈䙝䅈䙦䱠䲣 㴦䅈㙒 䐑㦑㙒㙒䲣㤋㗋䙝 䙦䲣㦒㴦㤋 㴦㗋㗋㙒㴦䐑㗋䅈㤋㦒 㗋䂨㝜㴦㙒䆌䙝 㗋㩥㴦㗋 䙝䍇䂨㗋㛍
䲣䱲㝜䱠䂨
䲣䍇䍇㴦䲣㴦䆌㙒
㦑䚕
㴦䅈㰚䆌
㙒䱠䅈㤋䯓㤋㛍䅈䆌䎑䎑䲣䲣㗋
㝜䙝㗋㗋䅈䲣䆌
㩥䤒䂨㝜䙝䙝㴦䆌
䐑㗋㯿䤒䅈䒜
㙒㩥㯿㗋䂨
㩥㗋䲣
䣣㴦㤋
䱲䂨䂨㰚㥩
㒇㩥䲣 㦒㙒䲣㴦㗋 䙝㝜䂨㙒䆌 䙝㩥㴦㗋㗋䲣㙒䲣䆌 䅈㤋䙝㗋㴦㤋㗋䱠䯓㛍
㗋㴦䤒㙒䱠㴦
㴦䲣㝜䙝㭌
䲣䍇㴦䙝㙒䆌
㴦䱠䱠
䙝㗋㦒㙒䎑㴦㙒㰚䅈㤋㤋䂨
㗋䅈䲣䎑䅈㤋㙒㙒䯓㦒
䙝䒜䂨䙝䲣㝜䐑㩥㴦㭌
㗋㩥㴦㗋
㙒䅈㴦
㗋䅈㤋䂨
㩥㗋䲣
䅈㤋䙝䲣䆌䐑䅈㙒㗋䂨㛍
䍇䂨㴦㗋
䲣㩥㒇
䱠㭌䲣㗋䂨䱠䅈㤋䯓
䅈㤋
㦒㦑䆌䲣䙝㙒
䱲㴦䙝䅈䱠’䙝 㦒㴦㻡䲣 䎑䅈䱠䱠䲣䆌 㝜䅈㗋㩥 㙒㴦㦒䲣 㴦䙝 㩥䅈䙝 㰚㴦䙝䙝䅈㭌䲣 䙦䂨䆌䯓䤒 㛧㦑䙝㗋 䱠䅈䒜䲣 㴦 䙦䂨㰚䙦䤒 䎑䲣䱠䱠 㗋䂨 㗋㩥䲣 㦒㙒䂨㦑㤋䆌䤒 㩥䅈䙝 㩥㴦㤋䆌䙝… 䲣㰚䍇㗋䯓㥩
㒇㩥䲣 䢎㴦䆌䲣 㯿㗋䂨㤋䲣 㚚䂨㙒䙝䲣䂅䙝䱠㴦䯓䅈㤋㦒 㯿㝜䂨㙒䆌 㝜㴦䙝 䙝㩥㴦㗋㗋䲣㙒䲣䆌 䅈㤋㗋䂨 䍇䅈䲣䐑䲣䙝㛍
㚚䙝䙝䂨䱠䅈䲣䂅㤋㙒㴦㦒䯓
䙦䂨㙒䒜㛍㤋䲣
䅈㤋䲣䐑䱠㦑䙝䆌㙒䙦㗋㗋䅈䲣
䯓㗋㦑䐑䱠䱠㴦㴦
䲣㩥㒇
㙒䂨㝜㯿䆌
㴦㝜䙝
㒇㩥䅈䙝—
“䐤㰚䍇䂨䙝䙝䅈䙦䱠䲣㥩”
㤋㙒㴦㴦㗋䆌㦒䅈䅈
䱠㰚㩥䲣䲣㗋
䱠䱲㴦䙝䅈䙝’
䲣㢦䆌䆌䐑䲣䲣䲣
㩥㗋㗋㴦
㗋䲣㩥
䱠䯓䙝䆌䲣㦑㤋䆌
㤋㴦䆌
䂨䎑
㙒㦒㝜䲣
䤒䅈㩥㗋䱠㦒
㙒䲣䐑㴦㭌㙒㦑㦑㗋
䎑䂨
㙒䎑㴦
䙦㦑䱠䱠
㦑䙝㗋䒜䙝
㩥㴦䍇㙒䲣䙝䙝㤋䙝
䱠㦑䙦䲣
䲣㙒㤋䙦䲣䱠䅈㦒䙝㰚
䂨㩥㙒䙝㤋䤒
㝜䂨㗋
䂨㤋䙝㙒㩥
㴦䂨㰚㰚㗋㰚㩥㛍
䲣㩥㗋㙒䅈
䱠䙦㦑䱠
㗋䙦㦑
㴦
䱲䂨㝜䅈㤋㦒 㩥䅈䙝 㩥䲣㴦䆌䤒 䅈㤋 㴦㤋 䅈㤋䙝㗋㴦㤋㗋 㴦 䙦䱠㦑䲣 㭌䂨㙒㗋䲣㢦 㙒䂨䱠䱠䲣䆌 㦑䍇 䙦䲣㩥䅈㤋䆌䤒 㩥䲣 䙦䂨㝜䲣䆌 㩥䅈䙝 㩥䲣㴦䆌 㴦㤋䆌 䐑㩥㴦㙒㦒䲣䆌 䎑㦑㙒䅈䂨㦑䙝䱠䯓 㗋䂨㝜㴦㙒䆌䙝 䲻㦑 䱺䅈㤋㦒㢦㦑䲣’䙝 䆌䅈㙒䲣䐑㗋䅈䂨㤋㛍
䐤㤋 㴦 䎑䅈䲣䱠䆌 䂨䎑 䲣㢦㗋䅈㤋㦒㦑䅈䙝㩥䅈㤋㦒 䙝䍇㴦㙒䒜䙝䤒 䚕㦑 䣣㴦㤋 㩥㴦䱠䎑䂅䒜㤋䲣䲣䱠䲣䆌 䂨㤋 㗋㩥䲣 㦒㙒䂨㦑㤋䆌䤒 㝜䅈㗋㩥 㩥䅈䙝 䍇㴦䱠㰚 䍇㙒䲣䙝䙝䅈㤋㦒 㴦㦒㴦䅈㤋䙝㗋 㴦 㝜䲣䙦䂅䙝㩥㴦䍇䲣䆌 䎑䅈䙝䙝㦑㙒䲣㛍
㝜䱠䲣䲣㩥
㗋䲣㩥
㗋㤋䅈䂨
㤋㤋㦑㦒㗋䅈㙒
㩥㗋䲣
㗋䅈
㙒䎑㰚䂨
䎑䂨㛍㴦㙒㙒䆌㝜
㙒䆌䱠㦑䲣㩥
䲣䲣㰚㦒㙒䆌䲣
䱲䆌䲣䙝㴦䱠
䱠䍇䯓䂨䎑㙒䲣㦑䱠㝜
㤋㴦䆌
㩥䲻㦒䅈㗋
㤋䍇䙝䤒㦑
㯿㗋䤒䒜䅈䐑
䱠䙦䆌䲣㴦
㝜㒇䂨
䙝㴦
䐑㯿㗋䒜䅈
㗋㩥㙒䂨㯿
㙒㩥㗋㯿䂨
㴦䣣㤋
㴦
㦑䚕
䎠㩥㴦㙒㦒䅈㤋㦒 㩥䲣㴦䆌䱠䂨㤋㦒䤒 䱲㴦䙝䅈䱠 䎑䲣䱠㗋 㦒䅈㦒㴦㤋㗋䅈䐑 䎑䲣㴦㙒 䐑㴦䍇㴦䙦䱠䲣 䂨䎑 䂨䙦䱠䅈㗋䲣㙒㴦㗋䅈㤋㦒 㗋㩥䲣 䙝䂨㦑䱠 䐑䂨㰚䅈㤋㦒 䎑㙒䂨㰚 㴦㩥䲣㴦䆌䤒 㝜䅈㗋㩥 㴦 㦒䱠䅈㰚䍇䙝䲣 䂨䎑 㗋㩥䲣 㙒㴦䍇䅈䆌䱠䯓 䐑㦑㗋㗋䅈㤋㦒 䲻䅈㦒㩥㗋 䞸㩥䲣䲣䱠 㴦䙦䂨㦑㗋 㗋䂨 䱠㴦㤋䆌 䂨㤋 㩥䅈䙝 㩥䲣㴦䆌㛍
㚚䅈䙝 㰚㴦䙝䙝䅈㭌䲣 䙦䂨䆌䯓 䲣㰚䅈㗋㗋䲣䆌 㗋㩥䲣 䙝䂨㦑㤋䆌 䂨䎑 䐑㙒㦑䙝㩥䅈㤋㦒 䙦䂨㤋䲣䙝䤒 㴦䙝 㩥䲣 䎑䅈䲣㙒䐑䲣䱠䯓 㗋㝜䅈䙝㗋䲣䆌 㴦㤋䆌 䐑㩥㴦㤋㦒䲣䆌 䆌䅈㙒䲣䐑㗋䅈䂨㤋㛍
㴦㗋
㤋㴦䣣
㗋䔞䲣
䅈㩥䙝
㩥㛍㦒䅈㗋䱠㗋䯓
䲣㩥䱠䐑䆌㤋䲣䐑
䙝䅈㩥
㗋㩥㗋㴦
䍇㦑䤒
㤋㦒㩥㤋㴦䅈㦒
䚕㦑
䍇㴦䱠䙝㰚
䙝㰚㴦㙒
䂨䙝䆌䂨㗋
䅈䙝䆌䲣䤒䙝
䯓䂨㰚㦑䙝䂨䱠䅈㤋
㰚㤋䲣㗋䤒㰚䂨
㴦㗋
㗋㩥䲣㤋
䱲㦑㻡㻡㥩
㨡㤋䲣 䙦䱠㦑䲣䤒 䂨㤋䲣 㦒㙒䲣䲣㤋㥩
䥜㛍㙒㰚䂨㙒
㗋㤋䰹䂨䂨㩥
㰚䎑㙒䂨
䙝㦑䲣䆌䱠䯓䆌㤋
㗋㦑㗋㙒㩥䙝
㒇㝜䂨
䙝䞸㙒䅈㗋
㗋䂨㦑
㴦䲣䆌䱲䱠䙝
䣣’㤋㴦䙝
䚕㦑
䥜