Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1437: 172: Did I Tell You to Speak?
Capítulo 1437: Chapter 172: Did I Tell You to Speak?
Shaking her head signified not wanting Mu Fan to be tense.
Yet nodding, unable to resist those calm eyes.
At this moment, Lu Qingxue finally let go of the Snow Building Sword, her body’s strength starting to ebb, her pale complexion, her graceful figure.
The gentle demeanor of a daughter appeared on her face for the first time.
With him around, she could finally be completely at ease.
“Mm.”
Mu Fan responded softly.
“Speak! I’m asking you! —”
The punch was sent forward again.
The soil beneath sank another two centimeters, yet not retreating an inch.
All the warmth in Mu Fan’s eyes dissipated, turning into utter cold.
“I…”
He slowly turned his head back, looking at the giant standing nearly half a body taller than himself.
“…Did I tell you to speak?”
Orsde’s eyes suddenly widened.
“What are you saying!? You pig!”
He almost thought he had misheard for a moment.
What is this pig even saying!
However, the rage in his eyes hadn’t yet erupted.
The force relying on his fists suddenly vanished!
In his vision, that fist instantly disappeared into the air.
Under the dark gold face armor, only a pair of eerie green eyes were seen, and the owner of those eyes was still within his sight, even making a sidestepping motion.
But why did the right fist suddenly disappear?
Just as this thought flickered through, Orsde’s pupils shrank sharply.
Bad!
He’s throwing a punch!
But the speed was so fast he couldn’t capture the shadow of the punch.
However, with previous exertion, his body was already leaning forward due to inertia.
Coupled with that heavy body, even though Orsde could adjust with the Saint Luo blood inside him, it would still take 0.1 seconds.
So his first reaction was to raise his arms in front to block.
Yet…
Just as this thought arose.
Mu Fan’s body had twisted and leaned back to the maximum, the fist solidifying for a brief moment.
But in the next instant, his entire form blurred for a moment.
That punch charged to its utmost, finally swung out at the fastest speed.
The punch mysteriously disappeared into the air.
Boom!
Like a bolt of lightning crashing to the ground.
Miller, dozens of meters away, only felt his scalp go numb.
A white shockwave exploded with a roar in front of him.
Amidst the flying mist, Orsde, standing nearly 2.5 meters tall, was shockingly sent flying nearly ten meters.
And not by landing in a parabola.
Orsde…
Slicing through the air, smashing heavily into the trunk of a broad-leaved tree in the back, after piercing through the tree, landing heavily on the ground.
The massive body crashed onto the ground creating a wave of earth.
Maintaining the outstretched punch posture, Mu Fan withdrew his arm, straightening up, his eyes staring ahead indifferently.
Step by step.
“What qualifies you… to ask me?”
That flat tone, naturally arrogant.
The tone as if he were having a casual meal or drink, but somehow the most piercing sarcasm.
Orsde’s entire body was trembling.
He was angry.
He was furious.
A native of the Luqin Universe, what gives him the right to say such words in front of the Saint Luo clan!
That punch just sent him flying, his body intact.
What do you imagine yourself to be.
Arrogant, egotistical pig native!
“You pig…”
Orsde suddenly pushed off the ground and bounced up, speaking coldly.
Just then, a palm flashed twenty centimeters before him.
With a smack.
The palm enclosed in the Dragon Rider War Armor abruptly enveloped Orsde’s face.
The powerful impact knocked back all his words.
Mu Fan’s gaze indifferently looking upward, five fingers…
Savagely clenching!
Crunch.
Under this palm, the thick face armor emitted a strained cry.
The face armor visibly deformed; the fingers like knives deeply embedded within.
This palm squeezed directly through Orsde’s chin.
“Mm.”
Orsde just let out a reflexive growl.
Mu Fan’s arm suddenly lifted.
And then, in an instant, spun around.
Swung the arm full circle, downward…
Crashed hard!
The heavy body meeting the ground.
The earth exploded into a wave.
Buzz!
Whether Lu Qingxue or Miller, at this moment felt it as if there was an earthquake.
Leaves fell like rain within ten meters around.
Orsde was forcibly smashed into the ground by Mu Fan’s reverse swing.
Releasing the hand, Mu Fan stood up, indifferently looking down.
Orsde’s apricot-yellow eyes opened, just in time to see these emotionless eyes.
He frantically twisted his head.
Yellow blood surfaced, chin and cheeks instantly repaired.
His gaze wild like a beast, completely mad.
Not finishing a sentence, such humiliation, utterly unprecedented.
“You—”
Orsde made to speak again.
He wanted to make the other understand who he was dealing with!
Such ineffective attacks, how could it defeat the noble and powerful Saint Luo clan.
Bang!
A foot smacked heavily across the left cheek.
Orsde’s head embedded in the ground jerked sharply, sent flying sideways over five meters under the kick.
The waist impacted a tree, his body made a snapping sound, sliding to the ground.
His spine broken.
Had it been a normal human, never again able to stand from this blow.
Yet Orsde’s body twisted unnaturally for a moment, his form rising like a boneless entity.
This moment, his face filled with venomous hatred.
This attack brought him immense disgrace.
This instant he could only utter one word.
Finally comprehending, this person seemed from his physique to utterly suppress him.
“Without permission to speak… then shut yourself up.”
Mu Fan wielding the Dark Gold Short Stick in his left hand, gently spinning.
Thus indifferently approaching Orsde, gaze calmly nonchalant.
This demeanor, this tone, made Orsde angrier than anything.
His teeth grinding loudly.
At this moment, Orsde’s mind was nearly twisted.
Unable to bear it any longer.
Suddenly opening his mouth!
Jaw split to the earlobe.
Serrated teeth exposed, a tongue darting out like lightning.
This attack, far surpassing cold weapons.
In the ruins, the tongue stabbing of Saint Luo people could pierce through any defense.
Yet Mu Fan’s gaze held a trace of mockery.
Right hand unknowingly raised, vertical before the chest.
Suddenly clutching.
Whirr…
That tongue captured precisely.
Orsde’s gaze without a hint of despair, deep in his pupils, a fierceness flashing.
The vine-like tongue tip abruptly split, ready to burst the next second.
Previously, “it” used this method to kill the real Orsde.
But just at the same moment.
Mu Fan gently tilted his head.
Right hand pulling, spinning, swinging fiercely again!
Fizz—
Boom!
The tongue stretches taut.
Orsde’s yellow eyes almost popping out.
His entire form spun into a semicircle, smacking heavily into the ground.
Finally, his brain began feeling dizzy.
As clarity escaped him.
Only feeling his tongue seems to have been released.
Could the other be benevolent after all?
Just as he pondered.
A figure crouched before him.
Slap, slap.
A hand gently patted his face.
爐
櫓
露
䓰㹂㶐㔆䍽䟯㰰
擄
老
蘆
㪜䰩䜃䰩䓰䣳䅜
爐
盧
䣳䚰㰰䧅
䅜䣳㰰䓰㹂㘢
㵻㹂䍽䓰㪜㪜㵻
盧
路䱫 䍽㶐䣳㵉 㶐䣳㹂䜃㪜䜃 㘢㹂 㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜’䍽 㫵䣳䅜㪜 䣳䚶䣳䓰㹂 䣳㹂䜃 䣳䚶䣳䓰㹂䟯
䚊㶸㪜䰩䮼 䍽㶐䣳㵉 㶐㪜㫵㰰 䣳 㑉㶐㘢㘢䜃 䍽㪜䣳㶐 㘢㹂 㰰䚰䣳㰰 㫵䣳䅜㪜䟯
“㦊—”㔆㘢—
㡏䣳䭔
䱫 㑉䣳䅜㾪䚰䣳㹂䜃 䍽㶐䣳㵉 㶐䣳䍽䚰㪜䜃 㘢㔆㰰䭯 䣳㹂䜃 㑉㪜㫵㘢䰩㪜 㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜 䅜㘢㔆㶐䜃 㫵䓰㹂䓰䍽䚰 䚰䓰䍽 䗧㘢䰩䜃䭯 䚰㪜 䗧䣳䍽 䍽㶐䣳㵉㵉㪜䜃 䓰㹂㰰㘢 㰰䚰㪜 㵻㔆䜃䟯
䜃㹂㔆䍽㘢
䣳䗧䍽
䰩㪜㘢㫵䅜
䓰䍽䚰
㫵䰩㵻㘢
䣳㰰㰰䚰
㫵㘢
䟯㪜㹂㾪䅜
㪜㰰䣳䰩䚶
䅜㹂䚶㾪䓰䣳䰩䅜
䣳㪜㵻䅜
㘢㹂㑉㪜
䣳
䍽㘢
䚰㪜䧅
䧅䚰㪜 䅜㪜䰩㶸䓰䅜䣳㶐 㶸㪜䰩㰰㪜㑉䰩䣳 䗧䣳䍽 㑉䰩㘢㾪㪜㹂䟯䟯䟯
䠵㔆㰰 㐠㔆 㒑䣳㹂 䍽㪜㪜㵻㪜䜃 㰰㘢 㾪㹂㘢䗧 㰰䚰㪜 㰰䰩㔆㪜 䓰䜃㪜㹂㰰䓰㰰䮼 㘢㫵 㰰䚰㪜 㘢㵉㵉㘢㹂㪜㹂㰰䭯 䚰䣳㶐㫵㟻䍽䂎㔆䣳㰰㰰䓰㹂䚶 㘢㹂 㰰䚰㪜 䚶䰩㘢㔆㹂䜃䭯 䂎㔆䓰㪜㰰㶐䮼 䗧䣳㰰䅜䚰䓰㹂䚶 㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜䟯
㘢㫵
㪜䜃䚰䣳
䚰䣳㵻㹂㔆
㪜䚰㰰䍽㘢
㔆㶐㫵㶐
䜃㰰䓰㪜㰰䍽䗧
㪜䰩’䍽䜃㽒䍽
㟻䅜䣳㘢㶐㶐㰰㵉䰩䮼㪜䓰㘢䗧
䚶㪜䚰䣳㹂㶸䓰
䚶䰩䓰䚶㹂㘢㹂䓰
㪜㵻䮼㪜㶐㘢㰰㵉㶐䅜
䣳䜃㹂㘢㔆䰩
䣳䍽䗧
䭯㔆㹂䚰㘢㪜䚶
䣳䭯䰩㵉䮼䚰㶐䍽
䰩㪜䔈㔆
䟯㶸㹂㶐㰰㶐䓰㪜䮼㘢
䍽㪜㪜䮼
䓰㰰㶐䍽㵻䓰䭯
㪜㰰䚰
䚰䅜㰰㪜䍽
䓰䍽㵉㪜㰰䭯
䕞㘢㰰 䍽㔆䰩㪜 䓰㫵 䓰㰰’䍽 㫵䰩㘢㵻 䣳㹂䚶㪜䰩 㘢䰩 䓰㫵 䚰㪜’䍽 㵉䰩㪜㵉䣳䰩䓰㹂䚶 䍽㘢㵻㪜 㾪䓰㹂䜃 㘢㫵 䅜㘢㔆㹂㰰㪜䰩䣳㰰㰰䣳䅜㾪䟯
“㰘㪜㰰 㵻㪜 䅜䣳㶐㵻 䮼㘢㔆 䜃㘢䗧㹂 㫵䓰䰩䍽㰰䟯”
㐠㔆
‘㽒䍽䜃䍽䰩㪜
䣳䓰䭯䚶䣳㹂
䰩㰰䚶䚰䓰
䚰䓰䍽
㰰㶐䚶䭯㶐䚰䓰䮼
䜃㹂䣳
䓰䍽䚶㹂㹂䓰㾪
㰰㘢㔆
㰰䚰㪜
㵉䚶䚶䓰㵉䓰䰩㹂
㹂䓰
㹂㰰㘢䓰
㒑㹂䣳
㪜㪜䮼㶐䜃㵉
㰰㘢䓰䭯䣳㪜䅜㵉㹂㹂㘢㵻㶐㰰
㘢㫵
㰰㪜䚰
㪜䅜㪜䟯䍽㾪䚰
㪜䰩䜃䚰㪜䅜䣳
㹂䜃䣳䚰
䅜㫵㪜䭯䣳
㫵䍽䰩䚶㪜䓰㹂
㰰㘢㵻㵻㹂㪜
㹂㘢䍽㵉㰰㘢’㪜㵉㹂
㰰䣳㰰䚰
䜃䍽䣳䓰
䓰䚰䍽
㦊㪜㶐㶐㘢䗧 㑉㶐㘢㘢䜃 䚶㔆䍽䚰㪜䜃 㘢㔆㰰䟯䟯䟯
䱫㰰 㰰䚰䓰䍽 㵻㘢㵻㪜㹂㰰䭯 㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜 䍽㰰䓰㶐㶐 䚰䣳䰩㑉㘢䰩㪜䜃 㰰䚰㪜 䓰㹂㰰㪜㹂㰰 㰰㘢 㔆䍽㪜 㰰䚰㪜 㑉㶐㘢㘢䜃 㰰㘢 䅜㘢䰩䰩㘢䜃㪜 㰰䚰㪜 㘢㵉㵉㘢㹂㪜㹂㰰䟯
㦊㪜㰰
䣳㘢䟯㰰䅜㪜㹂䟯䰩䓰䟯
㰰䚰䰩㪜㪜
䗧㪜㹂䚰
䰩䭯㘢䰩䣳㵻
㹂䣳䜃䚰
䓰䅜䮼
㰰㪜䚰
㘢㶐㑉㘢䜃
㰰㰰䚰䣳
㘢㹂
㪜㵻㰰
䗧䍽䣳
䧅䚰㪜 㘢㵉㵉㘢㹂㪜㹂㰰 䅜㘢㵻㵉㶐㪜㰰㪜㶐䮼 䓰䚶㹂㘢䰩㪜䜃 㰰䚰㪜 䔈䣳䓰㹂㰰 㰘㔆㘢 㑉㶐㘢㘢䜃䭔
䱫㰰 㰰䚰䓰䍽 㵻㘢㵻㪜㹂㰰䭯 㰰䚰㪜 㫵㪜䣳䰩 䓰㹂 㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜’䍽 䚰㪜䣳䰩㰰 㫵䣳䰩 䍽㔆䰩㵉䣳䍽䍽㪜䜃 䣳㹂䮼 㵉䰩㪜㶸䓰㘢㔆䍽 㵻㘢㵻㪜㹂㰰䟯
㐠㔆
䍽’㒑䣳㹂
䜃䣳㹂
㵻䓰䚰
䜃㵉䟯䗧䣳㔆䰩
䚰㰰䚰䚶㘢䰩㔆
㵉䰩㵉䚶䓰䓰㹂䚶
䍽䰩㽒㪜䍽䜃’
㰰㰰㶐䚰䓰䮼䚶䭯
㫵䰩䓰㪜䚶㹂䍽
㪜䅜䰩㵉㪜䓰䜃
㟵䣳䗧䭯㑉㘢㹂㪜
䮼䣳㾪㪜䜃㹂
㖋㹂䜃㪜䰩 㰰䚰㪜 䚶䣳㟜㪜䍽 㘢㫵 㐠䓰㶐㶐㪜䰩 䣳㹂䜃 㰘㔆 䏻䓰㹂䚶㙫㔆㪜䭯 䚰㪜 䗧䣳㶐㾪㪜䜃 䅜䣳㶐㵻㶐䮼 㰰㘢 䣳 䰩㘢䅜㾪 䍽㰰䣳㹂䜃䓰㹂䚶 㘢㹂 㰰䚰㪜 䚶䰩㘢㔆㹂䜃䟯
䧅䚰㪜 䅜㶐䣳䗧 䚶䰩䓰㵉㵉㪜䜃 㰰䓰䚶䚰㰰㶐䮼 㘢㹂㰰㘢 㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜’䍽 䜃㪜䍽㵉㪜䰩䣳㰰㪜 䍽㰰䰩㔆䚶䚶㶐㪜䍽䭯 䍽㰰䣳㹂䜃䓰㹂䚶 㫵䓰䰩㵻䟯
㒑䣳㹂
䓰䍽䣳䰩䜃㪜
䚰䜃䣳䟯㪜
䚰䓰䍽
㔆㐠
䰠㪜 䍽䗧㔆㹂䚶 䚰䓰䍽 䣳䰩㵻䭯 㰰䚰㪜㹂 䍽㶐䣳㵻㵻㪜䜃 㫵㘢䰩䗧䣳䰩䜃 㫵䓰㪜䰩䅜㪜㶐䮼䟯
䠵㘢㘢㵻䭔
㶐䍽㪜䰩㶐䓰㐠’
䓰㶐䍽㪜䮼㪜䜃
㰰䓰䚰䜃䗧䅜㰰㪜
䚰㪜䣳䟯㶸䓰㶐䮼
㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜’䍽 㘢䅜䅜䓰㵉㔆㰰 䜃䓰䰩㪜䅜㰰㶐䮼 䅜㘢㶐㶐䓰䜃㪜䜃 䗧䓰㰰䚰 㰰䚰䣳㰰 䰩㘢䅜㾪䭯 䣳㹂䜃 㰰䚰㪜 䚰䣳䰩䜃 䍽㾪㔆㶐㶐 䍽㵻䣳䍽䚰㪜䜃 䓰㰰 䓰㹂㰰㘢 㵉䓰㪜䅜㪜䍽䟯
䰠䓰䍽 䣳䰩㵻 䍽䗧㔆㹂䚶 䣳䚶䣳䓰㹂 㫵㘢䰩 䣳㹂㘢㰰䚰㪜䰩 䚰㪜䣳㶸䮼 䍽㵻䣳䍽䚰䟯
㘢㵻䭔㘢䠵
䧅䚰䓰䍽 㰰䓰㵻㪜䭯 䣳䍽 㰰䚰㪜 䰩䓰㹂䚶 㘢㫵 䰩㘢䅜㾪 䍽䚰䣳㰰㰰㪜䰩㪜䜃䭯 䜃㔆䍽㰰 䣳㹂䜃 㫵㘢䚶 䰩㘢䍽㪜 䍽䚰䣳䰩㵉㶐䮼䟯
㐠㔆 㒑䣳㹂’䍽 䚶䣳㟜㪜 䰩㪜㵻䣳䓰㹂㪜䜃 䅜㘢㶐䜃 䣳㹂䜃 䓰㹂䜃䓰㫵㫵㪜䰩㪜㹂㰰䟯
㪜䰠
䜃䣳㹂䚰
䓰䣳䍽䜃㪜䰩
䚶䣳䣳㹂䓰䭔
䣳㹂䜃
䣳䭯䣳䚶㹂䓰
䍽䓰䚰
䍽㪜㵻䚰䍽䜃䣳
䠵㘢㘢㵻䭔
䠵㘢㘢㵻䭔
䣳䚶㹂䟯䣳䓰
㹂䜃䣳
䓰䚶䱫㹂䣳
㦝㹂䓰㰰䓰䣳㶐㶐䮼䭯 㐠䓰㶐㶐㪜䰩 䗧䣳䍽 䓰㹂䅜䰩㪜䣳䍽䓰㹂䚶㶐䮼 䍽䚰㘢䅜㾪㪜䜃䭯 㑉㔆㰰 㶐䣳㰰㪜䰩䭯 䚰㪜 㑉㪜䅜䣳㵻㪜 䓰㹂䅜䰩㪜䣳䍽䓰㹂䚶㶐䮼 㹂㔆㵻㑉䟯
㐠㔆 㒑䣳㹂 䚰㪜㶐䜃 㹂㘢㰰䚰䓰㹂䚶 㑉䣳䅜㾪䭯 㹂㘢㰰 䗧㘢䰩䰩䓰㪜䜃 䣳㑉㘢㔆㰰 䍽㵻䣳䍽䚰䓰㹂䚶 㰰䚰㪜 㘢㵉㵉㘢㹂㪜㹂㰰 㰰㘢 䜃㪜䣳㰰䚰䊏 㰰䚰㪜 䰩㘢䅜㾪 䗧䣳䍽 䓰㹂䍽㰰㪜䣳䜃 㵉㘢㔆㹂䜃㪜䜃 䓰㹂㰰㘢 䣳 䜃㪜㪜㵉 㵉䓰㰰䟯
㹂㔆䚶䰩䬒䓰
䗧䍽䣳
㪜㰰䜃㵉㰰㪜㵻㰰䣳
䚶㶐䚰㹂䓰㪜䰩㪜䗧㵻㶸㘢
㪜㘢䰩㵉䟯䗧
㰰㑉㔆
䍽䣳㒑㹂’
䰩䓰㰰㪜䭯䍽䍽
䍽䓰㰰䚰
䮼㑉
䓰㵉䜃䭯㘢㪜䰩
㘢㰰
㪜㶸㘢㵻㰰㵻㪜㹂
䣳㹂䮼
㵉㶐㶐㘢㪜㪜㵻䮼䅜㰰
㔆㐠
䍽䜃䰩㽒㪜
䍽㪜㵉䜃㵉䍽䰩䍽㪜㔆
㡏㘢䗧㪜䰩䭯 䓰㵻㵉㘢䍽䍽䓰㑉㶐㪜 㰰㘢 䍽㔆㵉㵉䰩㪜䍽䍽䟯
䥣㘢䰩䰩㘢䍽䓰㘢㹂䭯 䓰㹂㪜㫵㫵㪜䅜㰰䓰㶸㪜䟯
䚰㹂䓰㘢䚶㰰㹂
䰩㽒䍽’㪜䜃䍽
㘢㰰
䟯䣳㒑㹂
㵉䜃㔆䰩㘢
㔆㐠
㘢㵻㰰䚰㪜䜃䍽
䓰䗧㰰䚰
㪜㪜䰩䚰
䣳㪜䜃㵻㔆㹂㰰㘢
䱫 䗧䚰㘢㶐㪜 㵻䓰㹂㔆㰰㪜䭯 㘢㶸㪜䰩 䣳 䚰㔆㹂䜃䰩㪜䜃 䓰㵻㵉䣳䅜㰰䍽䟯
㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜 㫵䓰㹂䣳㶐㶐䮼 䚶䣳㶸㪜 㔆㵉 䰩㪜䍽䓰䍽㰰䓰㹂䚶 䅜㘢㵻㵉㶐㪜㰰㪜㶐䮼䟯
䍽㵉㘢㰰㵉䜃㪜
㰰㪜㦊
㔆㐠
㒑䣳㹂
㹂䟯㰰㪜䣳䓰䍽䜃
䧅䚰㪜 㰰㘢䗧㪜䰩䓰㹂䚶 䚶䓰䣳㹂㰰 䗧䣳䍽 䣳㶐㵻㘢䍽㰰 㪜㵻㑉㪜䜃䜃㪜䜃 䓰㹂㰰㘢 㰰䚰㪜 䰩㘢䅜㾪䟯
㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜’䍽 䍽㵉䓰㰰㪜㫵㔆㶐 㪜䮼㪜䍽 䍽㰰䣳䰩㪜䜃 䣳㰰 㐠㔆 㒑䣳㹂䭯 䍽䓰㶐㪜㹂㰰䟯
“䗧䭯㘢䕞
䜃㶐䅜㵻㪜䣳
䜃”㹂䮣㘢䗧
㐠㔆 㒑䣳㹂 䰩㪜㶐㪜䣳䍽㪜䜃 䚰䓰䍽 䚶䰩䓰㵉䭯 䅜䣳㶐㵻㶐䮼 䣳䍽㾪䓰㹂䚶䟯
㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜’䍽 㫵䣳䅜㪜 㑉㘢䰩㪜 㫵䓰㶸㪜 䜃㪜㪜㵉 㑉㶐㘢㘢䜃 䚰㘢㶐㪜䍽䭯 䣳㹂䜃 䣳䍽 㐠㔆 㒑䣳㹂’䍽 㫵䓰㹂䚶㪜䰩䍽 䗧䓰㰰䚰䜃䰩㪜䗧䭯 㰰䚰㪜䮼 䍽㰰䣳䰩㰰㪜䜃 䚰㪜䣳㶐䓰㹂䚶 䰩䣳㵉䓰䜃㶐䮼䟯
䜃㪜㹂䚰㶐䟯䅜䅜㪜
䓰䰠䍽
㵉䣳㵻㶐
㹂䜃㪜㶐㔆䍽䜃䮼
䱫㹂 㘢䅜㰰䣳䚶㘢㹂䣳㶐 䅜䰩䮼䍽㰰䣳㶐 䅜䚰䓰㵉 㪜㵻㪜䰩䚶㪜䜃 㫵䰩㘢㵻 㰰䚰㪜 㵉䣳㶐㵻䭯 㫵䓰㹂䣳㶐㶐䮼 㶐䓰䚶䚰㰰䓰㹂䚶 㔆㵉 䗧䓰㰰䚰 䮼㪜㶐㶐㘢䗧 㫵㘢䚶䟯
䧅䚰䓰䍽 㫵㘢䚶 䅜㘢㶸㪜䰩㪜䜃 㰰䚰㪜 㪜㹂㰰䓰䰩㪜 䣳䰩㵻 䓰㹂 䣳㹂 䓰㹂䍽㰰䣳㹂㰰䭯 䍽㵉䰩㪜䣳䜃䓰㹂䚶 㰰䚰䰩㘢㔆䚶䚰㘢㔆㰰 㰰䚰㪜 㑉㘢䜃䮼䟯
䱫㹂
㪜㽒䍽䰩’䜃䍽
䣳䰩䓰
䰩䅜㪜㹂䰩㔆㰰
䚶䣳㶐䰩㪜
㘢䜃㑉䮼䟯
䚶䍽㪜䜃㔆䰩
䰩䜃䣳㘢㹂㔆
㽒䰩䍽䜃㪜’䍽 㵻㘢㔆㰰䚰 㵉㔆㫵㫵㪜䜃 㔆㵉 䚰䓰䚶䚰䭯 䣳䍽 㰰䚰㘢㔆䚶䚰 䚰㪜 䗧䣳䍽 䣳㑉㘢㔆㰰 㰰㘢 䍽㵉䓰㰰 㘢㔆㰰 䍽㘢㵻㪜 䍽㘢䰩㰰 㘢㫵 㑉㘢㵻㑉 㰰䚰㪜 㹂㪜㙫㰰 䍽㪜䅜㘢㹂䜃䟯
“䔈㰰䓰㶐㶐䟯䟯䟯 䜃㘢㪜䍽㹂’㰰 䚰㔆䰩㰰䭯 䚰㔆䚰䟯䟯䟯”
㵉㵉䰩䓰䰩䣳㹂㪜䚶
㰰㰰㪜㔆䰩㵻䜃㪜
䍽㔆㶐㪜㵻䅜䍽
㒑䣳㹂
㫵㘢
䰩㹂㰰䚶㹂㔆䓰䭯
㪜䚰㰰
㵉㫵㶐㪜䰩㔆㘢䗧
䭯㰰䍽㹂䚶㪜䓰㹂
㐠㔆
䣳
䟯㘢䰩㫵䟯䟯
䚶㰰䚰䰩䓰
䮼䭯㶐㘢䜃㶐䅜
䚰䍽䓰
䣳㵻䰩
㶐䓰㰰䮼䚶㶐䍽䚰
䓰㔆㫵䰩㪜䚶
䍽䚰䓰
㵉㔆䟯㹂䚰䅜
䥣䰩䣳䅜㾪䭔
㡏㘢㘢㫵䭔
㘢㔆㵻䚰㰰䭯
㫵㘢
㪜㵻䚰䍽䜃䣳䍽
㪜䜃䍽䰩㽒
㘢㰰㵻䚰㔆
䣳䍽㵻䍽
䚶㘢㫵
䚰䓰䍽
䣳
䜃䣳䚰
㹂䓰
䜃㘢䚶㶐
㘢䓰㰰㹂
㵻㫵䰩㘢
㘢㰰
㔆㵻㘢䚰㰰䭯
㶐㙫䜃㵉㘢㪜㪜
䣳㘢㑉㔆㰰
䚰䗧㪜㹂
䮼㘢㪜㶐㶐䚰㟻䣳䰩㰰䮼㪜䗧
䍽㪜㵻䜃㪜㪜
䓰㫵䍽㰰
䅜䣳䜃㶐
䣳䰩㾪䜃
㟵㔆㰰䍽
䗧㹂㪜䚰
䜃㵉㹂㘢㪜㪜
䚰䍽䓰
㪜㘢㔆㫵䰩䟯㶐䮼㫵㶐䅜
䣳㘢䰩䰩㵻
䓰䚰䍽
䧅䚰㪜 㵉䰩㘢㟵㪜䅜㰰䓰㶐㪜 㫵㘢