Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1390: 125: How About I Stomp You to Death?
Capítulo 1390: Chapter 125: How About I Stomp You to Death?
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“I know, I know! You’re Mu Fan! You’re damn… ah!”
Boom!
A foot stomps down again, like an elephant treading.
The writhing liquid metal couldn’t repair in time, and the face became a mess.
“Hmm, you know now, so what?”
Mu Fan grinds the opponent’s iron face.
The right hand suddenly lifts and disappears.
Crack!
A sneaking Fighting Grandmaster is smashed from the hand to the shoulder with a punch.
Mu Fan clasps the opponent’s neck with one hand, lifting him in front of himself.
“We are… the Palma Family…” The Fighting Grandmaster’s face turns red, but no matter how he struggles, the cold palm holds his throat like an iron grip.
“Iris Family… hehe.”
Mu Fan shows mockery in his eyes, “Where’s Sigler? I can’t wait to kill him.”
Fingers tighten, crack.
The Fighting Grandmaster’s neck bone is broken, released carelessly.
Mu Fan looks down at the Iron Tiger at his feet, whose face is regenerating, tilting his head, “How about stomping you to death?”
Iron Tiger’s eyes widen, mouth opening in a roar.
Yet the next second, that roar turns into a wailing scream.
Mu Fan lifts his foot, aiming at Iron Tiger’s chest…
Instantly, three steps stomped consecutively!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three sounds explode like cannon fire.
Iron Tiger’s chest is literally stomped through.
The iron heart is crushed by Mu Fan’s stomp!
All the writhing liquid metal freezes in place, then solidifies.
The silver turns to black, starting to rust.
Mu Fan withdraws his foot, surveying the surroundings.
The remaining Iris Guards begin trembling uncontrollably.
They’re just normal people.
Such an existence far beyond imagination belongs to the unknown terror!
And humans are most vulnerable to the fear of the unknown.
“None of you will feel good, kill his companions!”
Under Mu Fan’s icy gaze, one person suddenly barks in anger, raising a gun aimed at White Hair over there.
Yet Mu Fan merely flicks his wrist!
The Curved Light Scythe Blade spins into a Light Wheel and is thrown!
That person’s half body is cut open, Mu Fan disappears and then reappears behind him, gripping the Curved Light Scythe Blade, sweeping across those people.
At this moment, no one dares to move.
“Damn it, I’m blowing you all away today!”
“Shit!”
All of White Hair’s pent-up anger bursts forth.
A slight toe flick, an automatic rifle falls into his hand.
His gaze sweeps in all directions, taking in all the Iris Guards.
With a slight tremble of the gun barrel, flames erupt in an instant.
The gun barrel’s flame nearly unceasing, the closest four are simultaneously headshot.
The Fighting Grandmasters want to dodge or advance.
But with Mu Fan’s ghostly appearance and disappearance.
Their dodging bodies are kicked back into midair.
Even with the brain chip blocked, White Hair still shows exceptional marksmanship, especially for those kicked-back targets by Mu Fan, akin to fixed targets.
“Ahhh!”
White Hair roars until his voice is hoarse.
With the click of an empty firing pin echoing, bullets exhausted, White Hair continues roaring in a venting frenzy.
The remaining empty gun…
He looks at the rusting Iron Tiger, rushing over, swinging the rifle with pounding strikes.
“Scared the piss out of me!”
“Bullying, huh?”
“If I could pilot a Mecha, I’d smash you, scum.”
A chubby guy walks over, patting White Hair’s shoulder for comfort.
White Hair finally calms down, panting heavily, glancing at the big guy, handing over the deformed rifle, “Want a turn?”
The chubby guy silently takes the rifle, then gazes blankly at William, who’s grinning over there, and down at the Iron Tiger beneath.
Ragingly starts smashing!
Bang, bang, bang!
The scene has Youshi Jun’s eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
How much pent-up resentment does this chubby guy have?
The chubby guy smashes for a full minute…
When the rifle finally can’t take any more and the barrel breaks, only then does he stop.
“I really want to shove two grenades in his mouth.”
White Hair’s eye twitches at the words.
Mu Fan takes off the Dragon Core with his right hand, the armor dissipates, revealing a distinctly mature face and those white short hairs swaying in the wind.
Youshi Wang is stunned, her eyes like clear springs watching Mu Fan, “Mu Fan, your hair…”
Mu Fan lifts his head, looking at the tender and gentle face, flashing a usual sunny smile, “A little accident, no worries.”
Youshi Wang purses her lips, blinking at Mu Fan, clearly not intending to accept this reason, but her gentle nature stops further questioning.
Revered as the goddess Daffodil, Youshi Wang bows deeply to Mu Fan, “Thank you.”
And Youshi Jun, meanwhile, lets go of all bias, strides in front of Mu Fan, bending 90 degrees, thanking sincerely, “A life-saving grace never to be forgotten! For all the conflicts before, Youshi Jun here apologizes!”
“Whether you need it or not, as long as I, Youshi Jun, am alive.” This handsome young man meets Mu Fan’s gaze, “You are the most honored guest of the Youshi Family!”
To let go of anger and be at peace.
Youshi Jun had clashed with Mu Fan twice, always ending in conflict.
In Youshi Jun’s mind, Mu Fan always bore the label of someone not to be associated with.
But this time, Mu Fan appeared fiercely, pulling the sibling pair back from the brink of death.
This experience is the only one in his entire life.
Mu Fan meets the earnest and sincere look of the other, his smile unwavering, extending his right hand.
“Mu Fan.”
“Youshi Jun.”
Gaining a friend is always pleasurable.
Over there, Li Xiaoxi has already injected William with a cellular Healing agent.
William’s incredible physique shows remarkable recovery, slowly standing up with the support of a stone.
Everyone’s gaze falls on the burly, robust big guy, eyes filled with respect and admiration, including Mu Fan!
It was William who, at the last moment, secured a chance of survival for everyone!
This kindly-faced big guy, with unyielding determination, protected all his companions in the end.
Mu Fan walks in front of William, looking up at him, not saying thanks, just asking, “Can you still fight?”
“I can!” William grins broadly, laughing with great joy.
Among brothers, thanks are unnecessary.
This is the friendship he swore to defend till death.
“Hahahaha.”
The four laugh heartily.
Standing to the side, Youshi Jun glances between Mu Fan and his sister’s smiling face, chuckles, shaking his head.
His sister’s judgment surpasses his own.
Gently nudges Youshi Wang.
Long lashes flutter, those clear eyes meet his, full of question.
Youshi Jun gestures with his chin, winking.
Youshi Wang follows her brother’s gaze to Mu Fan’s side profile.
Instantly, her cheeks blush, casting an embarrassed and annoyed glance at her brother, snorting softly through her nose.
擄
老
蘆
㲦㴷㤸㕄䙔
擄
䄊㴷”㚉
蘆
䰗㷅䜏㾻㴷㗅
盧
㗅䜏㴷
盧
䜏㗅
㟴㟦䲲㨭㴷
㮭㾻㴘㤸㟦㴷
櫓
盧
㴷”㜛䲲䜏㾻
䙔
㗅䙔㕄
㟦䜏㗅㾻
櫓
㴘䜏㚉㲦
㨭䙔
䇾㗅㲦䜏
“㐾㴷 㗅㴷㴷㴘 㨭䜏 㷅䰗㾻㴷䙔㴘 䜏㟊㨭 䙔㗅㴘 䟛㴷㴷䰗 䙔 㕄㲦䜏㷅㴷 㟼䙔㨭㕄㚉 䜏㗅 㨭㚉㴷 㴷㴘㮭㴷 䜏㢋 㨭㚉㴷 㕄㲦㟦㢋㢋㜛 䶛㷅 㷅䜏䜏㗅 䙔㷅 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㾻㴷㷅㴷㨭㷅㟴 㨭㚉㴷 㗅㴷䙔㾻㴷㷅㨭 䰗㴷㾻㷅䜏㗅 㷅㚉䜏㟊㲦㴘 㟦䲲䲲㴷㴘㟦䙔㨭㴷㲦䇾 㮭䜏 㟊䰗㜛”
“䄊㚉㟦㷅 㷅㴷㕄㨭㟦䜏㗅 䜏㢋 㨭㚉㴷 㕄㲦㟦㢋㢋 㟦㷅 㴘㟦㩼㟦㴘㴷㴘 㟦㗅㨭䜏 㷅㴷㮭䲲㴷㗅㨭㷅 㴷㩼㴷㾻䇾 㬞䵔䵔 䲲㴷㨭㴷㾻㷅㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㴷䙔㕄㚉 䰗㴷㾻㷅䜏㗅 㨭䙔䟛㟦㗅㮭 䙔 䰗䜏㷅㟦㨭㟦䜏㗅㜛”
㜛㜛㜛
䶛㷅 㚉㴷 㲦㟦㷅㨭㴷㗅㴷㴘 㨭䜏 㨭㚉㴷㟦㾻 㴘㟦㷅㕄㟊㷅㷅㟦䜏㗅㟴 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㷅㨭䜏䜏㴘 䜏㗅 䙔 㗅㴷䙔㾻㤸䇾 㨭㾻㴷㴷 㤸㾻䙔㗅㕄㚉㟴 䜏㤸㷅㴷㾻㩼㟦㗅㮭 㨭㚉㴷 䨹㟊㗅㮭㲦㴷 㤸㴷㚉㟦㗅㴘㜛
䄊㚉㴷㾻㴷’㷅 㗅䜏 㴘㴷㗅䇾㟦㗅㮭㟴 㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻 䙔㲦㟼䙔䇾㷅 㚉䙔㴘 䙔 㕄㲦㴷䙔㾻 㨭㾻䙔㟦㗅 䜏㢋 㨭㚉䜏㟊㮭㚉㨭 㟼㚉㴷㗅 㟦㨭 㕄䙔䲲㴷 㨭䜏 䲲䙔㨭㨭㴷㾻㷅 㲦㟦䟛㴷 㨭㚉㟦㷅㜛
㟦㗅
䄊㚉㴷
㚉䙔㗅㴘
䇾㚉㟴㨭㮭㷅㲦㟦㲦
㾻㗅㨭䇾㴷
䙔㲦㾻㴘䙔㴷䇾
㴷㟼㾻㴷
㲦㷅㕄㴷㷅䙔
㷅㟦㚉
㗅㷅䜏㨭㕄䙔䇾㗅㨭㲦
㷅㚉㟦
㨭㴷㚉
㴷㨭㾻㟊
㗅䜏㟦㨭
㗅㾻㜛㷅㟊㟦
䲲㮭㗅㗅㟦㴘㟦㴷㾻
㚉䲲㟦
㟦㟊㾻㮭㗅㗅㤸
䜏㢋
㴘䲲㮭㟦㟦㗅㗅䰗㴷
“㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅䵤”
“㐾㚉䙔㨭䒣” 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㨭㟊㾻㗅㴷㴘 㚉㟦㷅 㚉㴷䙔㴘 䙔㗅㴘 䨹㟊䲲䰗㴷㴘 㴘䜏㟼㗅 㢋㾻䜏䲲 㨭㚉㴷 㤸㾻䙔㗅㕄㚉㜛
䜏㨭㷅䲲
㾻㴷㴷㨭㗅
㟦㢋㗅㚉㴘㟦㷅㴷
䜏㷅㲦㟴㴷
㨭㴷㚉
䟛㨭㷅䙔
㗅䜏
䜏䇾㾻㟊
㷅㟦
㴷㨭㚉
㟦㷅㟴㴘㷅䜏㷅㟦㗅㟊㕄
㟴㗅㾻㴷㟊㮭㨭
㟊䜏䇾
䜏㷅
䲲㚉㜛㟦
㴷㨭㟦䲲
㟊㾻㴷㴘㮭
㲦㟊㚉㷅㴘䜏
㦯㟊㕄䟛䇾㟦㲦
䙔㟦㾻䫐
㚉㟦㐾㨭㴷
䜏㨭
㴷”㐾’㩼㴷
㾻㷅㟊㟦”㗅㜛
㾻䜏㟊
㨭㴷’㾻㷅㚉㴷
㔭㟊㨭 㟊䰗䜏㗅 㚉㴷䙔㾻㟦㗅㮭 㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻’㷅 㟼䜏㾻㴘㷅㟴 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㾻㴷㷅䜏㲦㟊㨭㴷㲦䇾 㷅㚉䜏䜏䟛 㚉㟦㷅 㚉㴷䙔㴘 䙔㷅 㚉㴷 㷅㟊㾻㩼㴷䇾㴷㴘 㨭㚉㴷 䰗㴷䜏䰗㲦㴷 㟦㗅 㢋㾻䜏㗅㨭 䜏㢋 㚉㟦䲲㜛
“䄤䜏㟴 䇾䜏㟊 㮭㟊䇾㷅 㮭䜏 㢋㟦㾻㷅㨭㜛”
㢋㟦
䙔㕄㗅
㨭㟦㷅’
䜏㕄㾻㴷㩼
㔥㟊
㗅㢹䜏䰗
㨭䜏
㗅㴘䙔
㟦㲦㲦㟼
㴷㲦䲲㷅䇾䲲㗅㴷㟦
㕄㴷㕄㗅䜏㗅㷅㕄㴷㟦
㟦㨭㚉㷅
㤸㴷
㟴䙔䣺㗅
䲲䙔
㴘䙔㗅
㲦䲲䙔㟦䣺䇾
㟴㟊㴷㴷㷅㕄㾻
㨭䙔
䇾䙔㾻㴷㴘㲦䙔
䫐㴷
䜏㢋㾻
㷅䊻㟦㟊䜏㚉
䇾䲲
㟊㽍㗅
㨭㚉㴷
㨭䰗㷅䰗㴘㴷㴷
㟼䙔㷅
䇾䜏㟊㾻
㢋㾻㷅㨭㟦
㮭㾻㗅㴷䙔㟦㚉
㾻䲲㢋䜏
㴷㚉㨭
㷅㨭㚉㟴㟦
䙔㟼䇾㟴
㟼䜏㢋㾻㜛㗅
㨭㗅㴷㟊㷅㨭㴘㴷㲦㜛
“䍉
㟊䜏㷅䊻㟦㚉
㾻㟊䜏
㨭㟼䜏
䄊㴷㚉
㷅㾻㟊䙔㴘㮭
䜏㟊㨭
䙔㾻㜛㾻㴷”
䟛㴷㴘䜏㲦䜏
䙔㲦㢋㾻㨭㴷㟊㮭
䄊㚉㴷 㨭㟼䜏 㮭㟊䙔㾻㴘㷅㟴 㟼㚉䜏㷅㴷 䰗㾻㴷㷅㴷㗅㕄㴷 㟼䙔㷅 㷅㨭㴷䙔㴘䇾㟴 㗅䜏㴘㴘㴷㴘 䙔㢋㢋㟦㾻䲲䙔㨭㟦㩼㴷㲦䇾㜛
㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㚉䙔㴘 㷅䙔㩼㴷㴘 㨭㚉㴷㟦㾻 㲦㟦㩼㴷㷅 㨭䜏䜏㜛
㾻㴷䙔㾻
㮭㾻㲦㗅䙔㟦䜏㟦
㴷㩼㴷䜏㾻䜏㾻㔥㟴
㴘㨭㜛䇾㟊
㩼䰗㟦㮭㾻䜏㴘㟦㗅
䙔㟼㷅
㕄䜏㩼㾻㴷
㟦㚉㾻㨭㴷
䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 㐾䙔㗅㮭㟴 㷅㨭䙔㗅㴘㟦㗅㮭 㗅㴷䙔㾻㤸䇾㟴 䙔㲦㷅䜏 㗅䜏㴘㴘㴷㴘㟴 㚉㴷㾻 㴷䇾㴷㷅 㢋㟊㲦㲦 䜏㢋 䙔㗅㨭㟦㕄㟦䰗䙔㨭㟦䜏㗅㜛
䊻㴷㨭 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㕄䜏㗅㨭㟦㗅㟊㴷㴘 㨭䜏 㷅㚉䙔䟛㴷 㚉㟦㷅 㚉㴷䙔㴘㟴 㲦䜏䜏䟛㟦㗅㮭 䙔㨭 㨭㚉㴷 㮭㾻䜏㟊䰗㟴 “䊻䜏㟊 㮭䜏 㢋㟦㾻㷅㨭䵤”
“㚉”䒣㐾䇾
“䍉’㲦㲦 㚉䜏㲦㴘 㴘䜏㟼㗅 㨭㚉㴷 㢋䜏㾻㨭㜛㜛㜛 䧳㟦㗅㕄㴷 㟼㴷 䙔㾻㴷 㨭㚉㴷 㢋㟦㾻㷅㨭 㨭䜏 䙔㾻㾻㟦㩼㴷㟴 㢋㾻䜏䲲 㗅䜏㟼 䜏㗅㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉 䜏㟊㾻 䰗㴷䜏䰗㲦㴷㜛㜛㜛”
㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅’㷅 㩼䜏㟦㕄㴷 㟼䙔㷅 㕄䙔㲦䲲 䇾㴷㨭 㕄䙔㾻㾻㟦㴷㴘 䙔 䰗䜏㟼㴷㾻 㨭㚉䙔㨭 㕄䜏㟊㲦㴘 㟦㗅㷅䰗㟦㾻㴷㟴 “䄊㚉㴷 䲲䜏㾻㴷㟴 㨭㚉㴷 㤸㴷㨭㨭㴷㾻㜛”
㚉䊻䜏㷅㟊㟦
㴘㟴㷅䙔㴷䟛
㾻”䶛㴷
䜏㨭
㗅㴷㕄䙔㗅㨭㴷㾻
㴷㨭㚉
㟊㗅㽍
㴷㚉㨭
䟛㴷䙔㨭
㾻㴷䜏㩼
㾻䰗㾻㟊㷅㟦㜛㴘㷅㴷
䜏㨭
㟊䜏䇾
㾻”㗅㷅㟊㟦䒣
䰗㲦㟦㗅㗅㮭䙔㗅
㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻 㲦㟦㕄䟛㴷㴘 㚉㟦㷅 㲦㟦䰗㷅 㟦㗅㷅㨭㟦㗅㕄㨭㟦㩼㴷㲦䇾㱚 㨭㚉㟦㷅 㟦㴘㴷䙔 㟼䙔㷅 䙔㤸㷅䜏㲦㟊㨭㴷㲦䇾 㨭㚉㾻㟦㲦㲦㟦㗅㮭㜛
“䊻㴷㷅㟴 䍉 㟼㟦㲦㲦 㨭䙔䟛㴷 㕄䜏㗅㨭㾻䜏㲦 䜏㢋 㨭㚉㴷 㴷㗅㨭㾻䙔㗅㕄㴷㟴 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㨭㚉㴷 㨭㟼䜏 㮭㟊䙔㾻㴘㷅 㷅㨭䙔䇾㟦㗅㮭 㨭䜏 䰗㾻䜏㨭㴷㕄㨭 䲲㴷㜛”
䲲䜏㢋㾻
㨭㚉㴷
㴷㗅㨭㴷㾻
㟴㨭㷅㢋㟦㾻
㷅㨭㾻㴷
㚉㴘䜏㟊㲦㷅
䰗”䜏㷅㷅㗅㟦㨭䜏㟦㜛
㷅䟛㟼㨭䙔㴷㴷
“㚉䄊㴷
㐾㚉㟦㨭㴷 䫐䙔㟦㾻 䙔㗅㴘 䣺䙔㨭㨭䇾 㷅㟦䲲㟊㲦㨭䙔㗅㴷䜏㟊㷅㲦䇾 㲦䜏䜏䟛㴷㴘 䙔㨭 䘷㟦 䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㟦㜛
䄊㚉㴷 䰗㚉䜏㨭䜏㹦㲦䜏㩼㟦㗅㮭 䘷㟦 䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㟦 㟼䙔㷅 䲲䜏䲲㴷㗅㨭䙔㾻㟦㲦䇾 㴘㟊䲲㤸㢋䜏㟊㗅㴘㴷㴘㟴 㚉㟦㷅 㢋䙔㕄㴷 㢋㲦㟊㷅㚉㟦㗅㮭 㟼㟦㨭㚉 㴘㟦㷅㤸㴷㲦㟦㴷㢋 䙔㷅 㚉㴷 䰗䜏㟦㗅㨭㴷㴘 䙔㨭 㚉㟦㷅 䜏㟼㗅 㗅䜏㷅㴷㟴 “䶛䲲 䍉 㨭㚉㴷 㟼㴷䙔䟛㴷㷅㨭䒣”
㔭㟊㨭
㴘䙔㷅䇾㲦
䊻㟊䜏㷅㚉㟦
㮭䵤㐾㗅䙔
㟦㷅㚉
䲲㷅㟦㮭㟦㲦㗅
㴷㷅䇾㴷
㚉㨭㴷
㨭㾻㷅䜏㟼㴘䙔
䟛䜏㲦㴷㴘䜏
㗅㮭㲦㨭㴷䇾
“㔭㟊㨭㜛㜛㜛㨭㚉㴷㾻㴷 㟦㷅 䙔㲦㷅䜏 䙔 㮭㟦㾻㲦 䜏㩼㴷㾻 㨭㚉㴷㾻㴷㟴 䙔㗅㴘 䇾㴷㨭 䇾䜏㟊 䰗㟦㕄䟛㴷㴘 䲲㴷㜛㜛㜛䇾䜏㟊 㮭㟊䇾㷅㜛㜛㜛” 䘷㟦 䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㟦’㷅 㟼䜏㾻㴘㷅 㷅㨭㟊䲲㤸㲦㴷㴘 䜏㟊㨭㜛
“䄊㚉㴷䇾 䙔㾻㴷 㾻㟦㮭㚉㨭㟴 䇾䜏㟊 㮭䜏 㢋㟦㾻㷅㨭㜛” 㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㴘㾻䜏䰗䰗㴷㴘 䙔 䟛㟦㲦㲦㴷㾻 㲦㟦㗅㴷㟴 㚉㟦㷅 㨭䜏㗅㴷 㴷䡐㕄㴷䰗㨭㟦䜏㗅䙔㲦㲦䇾 㷅㴷㾻㟦䜏㟊㷅㜛
䲲䍉㟴䇾䲲㨭㴘㴷㟦㴷㲦䙔
㟊㨭㤸
㴷㲦㚉䰗
㷅㟦䜏䊻㟊㚉
㷅㨭䜏㲦㢋䇾㜛
㗅㮭䙔㐾
㲦㨭’㟊㗅䜏㕄㴘
㕄㚉㟊䟛㲦㕄㴷
䘷㟦 䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㟦’㷅 㚉㴷䙔㾻㨭 㷅䙔㗅䟛 㟦㗅㨭䜏 㴘㴷㷅䰗䙔㟦㾻㟴 䙔㤸䙔㗅㴘䜏㗅㟦㗅㮭 䙔㲦㲦 㾻㴷㷅㟦㷅㨭䙔㗅㕄㴷㜛
䫐㴷 㟼䙔㲦䟛㴷㴘 㢋㴷㴷㤸㲦䇾 㨭䜏㟼䙔㾻㴘㷅 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㤸㾻㟦㴘㮭㴷 㴘㴷㷅㟦㾻㴷㴘 㤸䇾 㕄䜏㟊㗅㨭㲦㴷㷅㷅 㟦㗅㴘㟦㩼㟦㴘㟊䙔㲦㷅㜛
㚉㴘㨭㴷㟊㷅䜏㟴
䜏㢹㗅䰗
“䍉
㷅㨭㴷㟦㮭㗅䰗䰗
㴷㨭䵤㷅㮭㾻㴷”䙔㨭
㨭㚉㴷
㨭㗅䜏䜏
䙔䲲
㨭㚉㴷
㟦䡐䜏䚰䙔㟦
㟦㮭㤸㟴㾻㴘㴷
㟦䘷
䶛㗅㴘 㨭㚉㴷㗅 㕄㾻䙔䄮㟦㲦䇾 㴘䙔㷅㚉㴷㴘 䙔㕄㾻䜏㷅㷅 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㤸㾻㟦㴘㮭㴷㜛
㔭㴷㟦㗅㮭 䙔㗅 㟊㗅㴘㴷㾻㕄䜏㩼㴷㾻 䰗㚉䜏㨭䜏㮭㾻䙔䰗㚉䇾 㴷䡐䰗㴷㾻㨭㜛㜛㜛
㟊䲲䵤㴷㨭㕄㲦㟊䜏㟦㷅
䇾㨭㴷
䜏㴘㲦㔭
䧳䜏 㟼㚉䙔㨭 㟦㷅 㨭㚉㟦㷅 㮭㟊㷅㨭 䜏㢋 㟼㟦㗅㴘䒣
㐾㚉䙔㨭 㴘䜏㴷㷅 㨭㚉㟦㷅 㚉㴷㟦㮭㚉㨭 䲲䙔㨭㨭㴷㾻䵤
㲦䜏㗅㴘㴷㮭
㷅㴘㚉㟦㗅䙔㩼㴷
䚰㟦䙔䜏䡐㷅㟦’
㲦㨭㴷㚉㟊㟦㨭㷅䜏㴷
㲦㟦㗅㷅䇾㨭㗅䙔㨭
䙔㴷㜛㾻䙔
㟦䜏㗅㨭
㟼䜏䜏㲦㮭㴷㴘㾻㹦㕄㴷㩼
㴷㚉㨭
䘷㟦
䄊㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㤸㾻㟦㴘㮭㴷 㾻㴷㷅㴷㨭㟴 䙔䰗䰗㴷䙔㾻㟦㗅㮭 㷅㴷㩼㴷㾻䙔㲦 㴘䜏䄮㴷㗅 䲲㴷㨭㴷㾻㷅 䙔㟼䙔䇾 㢋㾻䜏䲲 䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 㐾䙔㗅㮭㜛
㔥㟊 䣺䙔㗅 㲦䜏䜏䟛㴷㴘 䙔㨭 䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 㐾䙔㗅㮭㟴 “䊻䜏㟊㾻 㨭㟊㾻㗅䵤”
䣺䙔㟴㗅
㮭㲦㜛䙔㷅㗅㴷㕄
㴷㚉䄊
㴷㨭㚉
㾻㚉㨭㤸㾻䜏㴷
㴷㾻㚉
㟦䙔㴘㗅䲲㴷
㲦㟴䰗㟦
㤸㨭㚉䜏
㚉䜏㟼
㟴㕄䙔㗅㷅㴷㟦㴘㨭
㟊㔥
䙔㮭䄮㗅㟦㮭
㴷㾻㚉
㨭䙔
䙔㨭
䟛㴘䜏㲦䜏㴷
㗅㨭㚉㴷
㴷㗅㟦㮭䜏㗅㕄㟊㾻䙔㮭
䙔㟦㢋㾻
㟦㗅
㤸㟦㨭
䙔㩼㴷㮭
㾻㚉㴷
䄊㚉㟊㷅㟴 䊻䜏㟊㷅㚉㟦 㐾䙔㗅㮭 㷅㨭㴷䰗䰗㴷㴘 䜏㗅㨭䜏 㨭㚉㴷 㟦㾻䜏㗅 㕄䙔㤸㲦㴷 㤸㾻㟦㴘㮭㴷㟴 䙔㴘㩼䙔㗅㕄㟦㗅㮭㜛
䄊㚉㴷 㮭㟦㾻㲦 㷅㚉䜏㟼㴷㴘 㗅䜏 㢋㴷䙔㾻 㢋䜏㾻 㨭㚉㴷 㴷㗅䜏㾻䲲䜏㟊㷅 㴘䙔㗅㮭㴷㾻㷅 䙔㗅㴘 㕄㚉䙔㲦㲦㴷㗅㮭㴷㷅 㷅㚉㴷 䲲㟦㮭㚉㨭 㢋䙔㕄㴷 㟼㟦㨭㚉㟦㗅 㨭㚉㴷 䙔㗅㕄㟦㴷㗅㨭 㾻㟊㟦㗅㷅 㤸㟊㨭 㟦㗅㷅㨭㴷䙔㴘 㩼㴷㗅㨭㟊㾻㴷㴘 㤸䜏㲦㴘㲦䇾㜛
㨭䙔
㴷㨭㟦䲲
㮭䙔㐾㗅
㟦㾻㴘䇾䙔㾻㗅䜏
㨭㨭㚉䙔
㴘㴷㗅㴷㴷㗅㷅㷅㨭㾻
㾻㟊㕄㮭䙔䜏㴷
䜏㢋
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