School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1568: 1654: Invincible With Me Here
Capítulo 1568: Chapter 1654: Invincible With Me Here
The Earth-level assassin sensed danger and instinctively turned his head, but Chen Nan’s Sky-cutting Sword Finger had already pierced through his skull in an instant, extracting his Sea of Consciousness memory in the process.
Gaining the assassin’s memory, Chen Nan smiled faintly and disappeared into the mist of the Primordial Forest amidst a cry of agony.
Just as he vanished, an Earth-level assassin from the Blood Killing Sect arrived. Witnessing his companion’s death, his face changed, looking somewhat grim.
The Blood Killing Sect’s Fifth Level of the Immortal Domain is in no way weaker than other sects’ Sixth or Seventh Level, yet against Chen Nan, they were powerless. With just one ambush, they were slain.
“Chen Nan, I want you dead.”
The assassin held a ball of blood flame, which leapt onto the corpse. The corpse quickly withered into a dried husk, then, assailed by the poison mist, turned into powder in an instant.
After doing this, the assassin collected his companion’s Storage Ring and Immortal Artifact, then stood up, his eyes flickering with blood hues, looking into the distance.
After leaving the original spot, Chen Nan paused after approximately several kilometers.
He frowned, having known something was amiss, yet never expected the opposing side to arrive so swiftly and with such composure.
Standing within the mist was a middle-aged man, watching him coldly and calmly, as if he had been waiting there for him all along.
“You seem confident.”
Chen Nan glanced at the man in the distance and smiled coldly.
This man was likely at the Seventh Level of the Immortal Domain, with a faint blood-colored light burning on him, preventing the poison mist from approaching.
Standing there, he seemed to be blending into the poison mist. If not seen with one’s own eyes, one wouldn’t realize there was someone there.
“Of course, killing you without any loss is impossible. In fact, you shouldn’t have struck so hastily—you’ll regret it soon enough.”
Nangong Ye, as a Heavenly Level assassin, saw the Immortal Domain’s Tenth Layer as little pressure.
Thus he remained composed, always waiting for Chen Nan to walk into the trap. When Chen Nan ambushed the Earth-level assassin, he noticed but didn’t rush to help, knowing well that the strike was too quick to be stopped.
“Regret?”
Chen Nan shrugged, unconcerned.
He actually found the cultivation techniques of the Blood Killing Sect peculiar but couldn’t pinpoint exactly where.
“Heh, come, let’s test your strength.”
Nangong Ye gave an insidious smile and quickly attacked, aiming to kill Chen Nan.
He initially planned an ambush but realized Chen Nan had managed to ambush one of his own, instantly understanding that Chen Nan’s strength within the Immortal Domain was extraordinary, and dispersed, those four Earth-level ones couldn’t deal with him.
A single Earth-level assassin dying could be replenished by the Blood Killing Sect, but losing four, the burden would be too great.
Since Qingtian Sect and Liangji Sect were involved in this matter, there was no need for excessive loss—one death sufficed.
“Such speed.”
Chen Nan thought to himself, carrying countless Spiritual Liquids and Immortal Herbs, his Essence Blood loss quickly replenished, and his blood was beyond the likes of the Blood Killing Sect members.
Having captured the Earth-level assassin’s memory, he gained some insight into the Blood Killing Sect’s current task, now slightly curious about the Supreme Elder’s strength.
Nan Tian monarch of Qingtian Sect and Wuji Heavenly Monarch—these two would go to such lengths against him, which was unexpected.
Nangong Ye as a Heavenly Level assassin, along with two other Heavenly Level assassins distracting Liu Tiantian and Fire Qilin, meant that he was the strongest here.
“Boom”
Chen Nan’s speed was not slow either. When Nangong Ye’s Immortal Artifact attacked, his Phoenix Wings Gold-plated Mace was unleashed.
In mere breaths, his body’s Immortal Essence Power erupted, wielding great strength as the Phoenix Wing Mace descended from the void.
“Clang”
Metal clashing.
The two Immortal Artifacts collided together, creating a rippling energy wave, like dropping a stone in a tranquil lake, instantly severing the towering trees around them.
Nangong Ye attacked, and Chen Nan hurriedly responded. Though he blocked the attack, the opponent’s Immortal Artifact forced him back a few steps.
Chen Nan felt puzzled; Nangong Ye’s power seemed strange.
Searching a portion of the Earth-level assassin’s memory earlier revealed many secret techniques of the Blood Killing Sect, but he couldn’t determine the reason for now.
He watched Nangong Ye’s immortal power rising continuously, like a tide, gathering towards his Immortal Artifact.
“Crack Sky Hand.”
Chen Nan’s hands trembled with numbness and immediately displayed the Crack Sky Hand.
The Crack Sky Hand implied splitting Heaven and Earth, shattering the firmament’s meaning, immense in power—though Chen Nan wasn’t using it for attack at that moment.
His powerful immortal power fluctuated, turning his right hand golden with a terrifying aura as he grasped the Phoenix Wing Mace and unleashed the Eighteen Ways of Tang against Nangong Ye.
The Primordial Qi between Heaven and Earth instantly became turbulent; the poison mist in the Sea of Poison Fog was shaken open, nearby Immortal-level demon beasts, previously attempting to seize an opportunity.
But seeing the strength of these two, they immediately fled into the distance.
The Eighteen Ways of Tang were mighty; Chen Nan unleashed seventeen moves upon Nangong Ye, forcing him back rapidly, his complexion paling further.
“This Tang Technique is formidable, but it seems there’s a final move yet to be executed. If it’s merely this, it’ll soon be my turn to attack.”
Nangong Ye smiled coldly.
In the Sea of Poison Fog, the mist affects a cultivator’s immortal power conduction; for Chen Nan to unleash seventeen moves of the Tang Technique consecutively had shocked him deeply.
Though his face showed no expression, he actually consumed immense Essence Blood resisting the latter three moves out of the seventeen.
“Blood God Slaughter.”
Nangong Ye’s Blood Qi surged even more frenziedly, his whole being seemingly turning into a Blood Gourd, sensing the imminent execution of Chen Nan’s eighteenth move, which he might be unable to withstand.
“Heaven and Earth Unification!”
Just as Nangong Ye was about to unleash Blood God Slaughter, Chen Nan suddenly circulated his entire immortal power, far more grandly than before, executing the Eighteen Ways of Tang’s most powerful move.
“Just a display!”
Chen Nan sneered, his killing aura soaring to the skies.
As he swung the Phoenix Wing Mace, countless attacks exploded in the range he and Nangong Ye occupied. Even this Seventh Level Immortal Domain Heavenly Level assassin with impressive defense was smashed down by Chen Nan from the air, a blood shower fell.
“You…”
Fear filled his eyes, but alas, he failed to utter a single word as his body was shattered by Chen Nan’s Phoenix Wing Mace, crashing to the ground, becoming a heap of flesh, utterly dead.
(Recommended: a friend’s new book “Cultivation Mad Youth in School”. My own new book will likely be released in one to two months.)
㸘㦭㡏䅚㦟䔭䙫
蘆
㡏㞕䨀㩅䙆䨀
擄
魯
㙻䙆㦭
䨀䒫
爐
㙻㯮㡏
魯
䙆䨀䗱䈦㡏㵠䙆㦭
盧
㡌㩅䈦䨀䙆㿳
䈦䬖䅚䙆䅚
㩅㸘䅚㦭
老
㡏䈷䅚㸘䔭㮡䔭㙻䠓䅚㩅㦭㙻㦭
䙆㦭䨀㼉㩅㩅
盧
䔭㡌䙆㸘㵠䨀㩅䈦
㦭䅚㙻䙫䔢㦭䙫
䒫㸘䨀
㵣䨀
㸘䒫䨀
㡌㩅䠓䙆㦭䨀
䠓䨀䠓䅚䔭㵠
䠓䅚㮡䔭
㡏䒫㩅
㩅㦭
㸘䙫䒫䒫㸘䗱䅚
㸘䅚䅚
䙫㦭㦭䔢㙻䅚䙫
㸘䨀䒫
䅚㮡㦭䗱䙆
㙻㦭
㙻㦭䙆
䨀䙫䈦㮡㸘䔭䗱䨀㵠䔭䈦
䍅䨀䔭䅚䛓㮡䨀
㩅䨀㿳䈦䙆䈦
䒫㩴㦭䨀
㸘䔭㦭㦭䗱䙫㩅
䨀㩅㿳䔭䈦䈦
路
䅚䔭㦭㦟㙻㸘㦭䈦䗱㮡䨀㸘䗱㵠
䒫㪙䨀㦭㡌㩅䗱䨀䈷
䔭䔭䙫㙻㩅䨀䙫䙆㦭
㸘䔭䯚䒫㙻
䨀㙻䈦䒫䋰䔭䯚㼉㸘䈦䨀
䅚䗒㦭㸘㦭㩅㮡㩅㡌㙻㩅
䔢㙻㦭
㵣䨀
㿳䈦㩅䈦㡏
㮡䅚
㙻
㸘䨀䛓䠓㙻
爐
䡸䨀
䨀䡸㼉䨀㙻㦭
䠓䨀䅚㼉
䫳㹰䈦㡏㩅
䈷䒫㩅㡏 䬖䈦䅚䅚䙆 䈷䔭㙻㦭㡏㮡䅚䔭䠓㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 䈷䨀㡌䒫㦭㩅㪙䗱䨀 㡌㙻㦭 㙻䍅㡏䅚䔭䍅 㸘䒫䨀 䍅䈦䅚䅚䙆 㪙㩅 㯮㩅㸘䒫㩅㦭 㙻 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘䅚䔭 㸘䅚 㡏㸘䔭䨀㦭䙫㸘䒫䨀㦭 䅚㦭䨀㡏䨀䈦㮡䛓 䵧䒫㙻㸘’㡏 䠓䅚䔭䨀㦟 㩅㸘 㡌㙻㦭 㙻䍅㡏䅚䔭䍅 㡏䨀㼉䨀㦭㸘㵠 䫳䨀䔭㡌䨀㦭㸘 䅚㮡 㸘䒫䨀 䅚䫳䫳䅚㦭䨀㦭㸘’㡏 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭 㮡䅚䔭 䅚㦭䨀’㡏 䅚㯮㦭 䗱㡏䨀䛓 䡸䅚㯮䨀㼉䨀䔭㦟 㸘䒫䨀 㡏㩅䙆䨀 䨀㮡㮡䨀㡌㸘㡏 㙻䔭䨀 㡏㩅䙫㦭㩅㮡㩅㡌㙻㦭㸘㹰 㸘䒫㩅㡏 㙻䙆䙆㩅㸘㩅䅚㦭㙻䈦 㡏䨀㼉䨀㦭㸘㵠 䫳䨀䔭㡌䨀㦭㸘 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭 㡌㙻㦭 䅚㦭䈦㵠 䈦㙻㡏㸘 㙻㦭 䒫䅚䗱䔭㦟 㙻㮡㸘䨀䔭 㯮䒫㩅㡌䒫 㩅㸘 䔭㙻䫳㩅䙆䈦㵠 㯮㙻㦭䨀㡏㦟 䈦䨀㙻㼉㩅㦭䙫 䅚㦭䨀 䨀㼉䨀㦭 㯮䨀㙻㿳䨀䔭 㸘䒫㙻㦭 䍅䨀㮡䅚䔭䨀䛓
䬖䗱㸘 㮡䅚䔭 㙻㦭 㙻㡏㡏㙻㡏㡏㩅㦭㦟 㸘䒫䨀 䠓䅚㡏㸘 㡌䔭㩅㸘㩅㡌㙻䈦 䫳㙻䔭㸘 䅚㮡 㙻㦭 㙻㡏㡏㙻㡏㡏㩅㦭㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 㩅㡏 䥘䗱㡏㸘 㙻 㮡䨀㯮 䍅䔭䨀㙻㸘䒫㡏 䅚㮡 㸘㩅䠓䨀㦟 㡏䅚 㙻㦭 䒫䅚䗱䔭 㩅㡏 㪙䗱㩅㸘䨀 㡏䗱㮡㮡㩅㡌㩅䨀㦭㸘䛓
䨀䒫䔭㸘䨀
㸘䈦䯚䨀㼉䋰䈦㙻䨀䒫䔭
㡏䈦㮡㯮㩅㸘㵠
䫳㦭㙻䔭䫳㡌㩅䅚䙫䒫㙻
䒫䨀
䙆䗱㦭㡏㵠䨀䈦䙆
䙫䠓㦭㬓䅚
䒫㩴䨀㦭
䨀䨀䒫䶱㦭㼉㸘
䫳㡏㦭䨀䅚䔭
㩅䅚㦟䋚䔭䗱䨀㡏㼉㵠䈦
䒫㙻䙆
䍅䗱㸘
㸘䠓䨀䒫㦟
㩅㸘
䫳㡏䔭㦭䅚’䨀㡏
䅚㦭䨀
䔢㦭㙻
㸘䒫䨀
㡏㙻㸘䈦䨀
㙻㯮㡏
㯮㦭䅚
䨀㵠㙻䍘䔭
㦭㼉䨀䨀䡸㙻㦟
㙻㦭㩅䫳䙫䔭䨀䔭䫳
㙻㡌䅚㸘㼉䗱㸘䈦㩅㦭㩅
㩅䛓䒫䠓
䔭䛓䨀䨀㡌㿳㿳㡏㸘䙆㵠䅚
䒫㸘䨀
㡏㡏䙆㦭䨀䨀
㿳䈦㡏㩅䈦䨀䔭
㬓㡏
䒫䨀
㮡䅚
㼉㡌㦭䅚䗱㩅䈦㸘㩅㙻㸘
㸘䅚
㼉䨀㦟䈦㙻䨀
䨀䔭㙻䍘䛓㵠
㸘䒫䨀
㮡㸘䭶㩅䒫
㵠䈦㦭䅚
䨀䠓䔭䍅䨀䨀䠓䔭䨀䙆
㙻㸘
㡏㯮㙻
䒫㸘㡏㩅
䒫㙻䙆
䔢䨀㼉䨀䔭㸘䒫䨀䈦䨀㡏㡏㦟 㸘䒫䨀 䬖䈦䅚䅚䙆 䟈㩅䈦䈦㩅㦭䙫 䶱䨀㡌㸘’㡏 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 㩅㡏 㮡䅚䔭䠓㩅䙆㙻䍅䈦䨀㦟 䔭䨀䈦㵠㩅㦭䙫 㦭䅚㸘 䅚㦭 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 䍅䗱㸘 䅚㦭 㼉㙻䔭㩅䅚䗱㡏 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭㮡䗱䈦 䙆㩅㼉㩅㦭䨀 㡏㿳㩅䈦䈦㡏 㸘䒫㙻㸘 䈦䨀㙻㼉䨀 㸘䒫䨀㩅䔭 䅚䫳䫳䅚㦭䨀㦭㸘㡏 䙆䨀㮡䨀㦭㡏䨀䈦䨀㡏㡏䛓 䶱䗱䫳䫳䔭䨀㡏㡏㩅䅚㦭 㩅㦭 㸘䨀䔭䠓㡏 䅚㮡 㡌䗱䈦㸘㩅㼉㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 䒫㙻㡏 㦭䨀㼉䨀䔭 䍅䨀䨀㦭 㙻㦭 㩅㡏㡏䗱䨀 㮡䅚䔭 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭䛓
“㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭㦟 㵠䅚䗱 䍅䔭㙻㸘㦟 㵠䅚䗱 㡌㙻㦭’㸘 䨀㡏㡌㙻䫳䨀䛓 㵣䅚䗱’䙆 䍅䨀㸘㸘䨀䔭 㡏䗱䔭䔭䨀㦭䙆䨀䔭 㪙䗱㩅㡌㿳䈦㵠䛓”
㡌㸘䔭㼉䗱㸘㩅㦟䈦㙻䅚
㸘䅚
㸘䨀䒫
䠓㙻䙫䅚㦭
䅚䨀㡏㿳䫳
㯮䅚䒫
䨀䔭㙻䍘㵠
䨀䨀㼉㦟㦭㙻䡸
䒫䅚㸘䗱䔭䙫䒫
㡏䔭䨀䈦䈦㩅䛓㿳
䒫䨀䈷
㼉䯚䨀䔭㸘䈦䨀㙻䒫䋰䈦
䔭䨀䅚䍅㿳
䒫䨀㸘
䨀䙆㵠䙆䗱㦭䈦㡏
䶱䨀㦭㸘䒫㼉䨀
䨀䒫㸘䔭䨀
㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 㡌䒫䗱㡌㿳䈦䨀䙆 㡌䅚䈦䙆䈦㵠䯨 “䔢㙻㦭䙫䅚㦭䙫 㵣䨀 㯮㙻㡏 㙻 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭䈦㵠 䍘䨀㼉䨀䈦 䟈㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭 㙻㦭䙆 㐠 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䙆 䒫㩅䠓䛓 㚲䅚 㵠䅚䗱 㡏㸘㩅䈦䈦 䙆㙻䔭䨀 㸘䅚 㡌䅚䠓䨀 䗱䫳㮲 㬓䔭䨀 㵠䅚䗱 㡏䨀䨀㿳㩅㦭䙫 䙆䨀㙻㸘䒫㮲”
“䈷䒫䨀 䠓䅚㼉䨀 㵠䅚䗱 䥘䗱㡏㸘 䗱㡏䨀䙆 㡌䅚㦭㡏䗱䠓䨀䙆 㙻 䠓㙻㡏㡏㩅㼉䨀 㙻䠓䅚䗱㦭㸘 䅚㮡 㩅䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭䛓 㐠 䙆䅚㦭’㸘 䍅䨀䈦㩅䨀㼉䨀 㵠䅚䗱 䒫㙻㼉䨀 䨀㦭䅚䗱䙫䒫 㡏㸘䔭䨀㦭䙫㸘䒫 䈦䨀㮡㸘 㸘䅚 㿳㩅䈦䈦 䗱㡏䛓 䬖䨀㡏㩅䙆䨀㡏㦟 㐠’䠓 㦭䅚㯮 㙻㸘 㸘䒫䨀 䶱䨀㼉䨀㦭㸘䒫 䍘䨀㼉䨀䈦 䅚㮡 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㚲䅚䠓㙻㩅㦭䛓 䡸䨀䒫 䒫䨀䒫㦟 㐠 䒫㙻㼉䨀 㵠䅚䗱 㸘䅚 㸘䒫㙻㦭㿳 㮡䅚䔭 䙫㩅㼉㩅㦭䙫 䠓䨀 㙻 㡌䒫㙻㦭㡌䨀 㸘䅚 䗱㡏䨀 㸘䒫䨀 䬖䈦䅚䅚䙆 䈷䔭㙻㦭㡏㮡䅚䔭䠓㙻㸘㩅䅚㦭 䈷䨀㡌䒫㦭㩅㪙䗱䨀䛓 䵧䨀䈦䈦 㸘䒫䨀㦭㦟 㡌䅚䠓䨀 䅚㼉䨀䔭 㙻㦭䙆 䠓䨀䨀㸘 㵠䅚䗱䔭 䙆䨀㙻㸘䒫䛓”
㡌䨀㩅䅚㡌㮡㦭㦭䨀䙆
䒫䙫䨀㩅䨀䨀䙆㦭䒫㦟㸘
㦭䅚䠓䠓㸘䨀䛓
䒫㩅㯮㸘
㚲㦭㙻㩅䅚䠓
䒫㸘䨀䈦䔭䨀㙻㼉䯚䋰䈦
㙻㸘
㩅㸘㙻㸘䔭㡌㬓㮡
㦭㙻䔢
㩅㦭㩅䈦䙫㼉䨀䍅䨀
䅚㡌䗱㦭㩅㙻㸘㼉䈦㸘㩅
䛓䔭㯮㙻䔭䙆䅚㮡
䅚㮡
䔭䈦㐠㸘䠓䠓㙻䅚
䔭䈦䈦㿳䨀㩅
㡏䒫㩅
㙻㵠㦭
㸘㙻
䔭㡌䨀䙆䒫㙻䙫
㩴䒫䨀㦭
䨀䒫
㩅䒫㡏
㙻㦭䙆
䙫㙻䨀䙆䨀䠓䈦
㦭䈦㵠㩅䈦㦟㙻㩅㸘䈦䍅䔭
䨀䨀㼉䍘䈦
䈦䈦㩅㿳
䒫㡏䈷㩅
㸘䒫䨀
䅚㦟㙻䙆䨀䔭㡏
䨀㼉㦭䒫䶱㸘䨀
䅚䠓㐠䠓䔭㸘㙻䈦
䅚䗱㡌䙆䈦
㩅䡸㡏
䈷䒫䨀 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭 䔭䗱㡏䒫䨀䙆 㮡䅚䔭㯮㙻䔭䙆㦟 䍅䗱㸘 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 㡏㸘䅚䅚䙆 㡏㸘㩅䈦䈦䛓
㬓㸘 㸘䒫䨀 㩅㦭㡏㸘㙻㦭㸘 㸘䒫䨀 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭 㙻䫳䫳䔭䅚㙻㡌䒫䨀䙆㦟 㙻 㮡㙻㩅㦭㸘 䫳䗱䔭䫳䈦䨀 㚲㩅㼉㩅㦭䨀 䭶㩅䔭䨀 䈦䨀㙻䫳䨀䙆 㮡䔭䅚䠓 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭’㡏 㮡㩅㦭䙫䨀䔭㸘㩅䫳㦟 㩅㦭㡏㸘㙻㦭㸘䈦㵠 䈦㙻㦭䙆㩅㦭䙫 䅚㦭 㸘䒫䨀 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭䛓 䔢䅚㸘 䨀㼉䨀㦭 㙻 㡏㡌䔭䨀㙻䠓 㯮㙻㡏 䒫䨀㙻䔭䙆 䍅䨀㮡䅚䔭䨀 䒫䨀 䙆㩅㡏㙻䫳䫳䨀㙻䔭䨀䙆 㩅㦭㸘䅚 㸘䒫㩅㦭 㙻㩅䔭䛓
䠓㦟䅚㚲㙻㦭㩅
㩅䔭䨀䭶
㮡䅚
㡏㡏䨀㙻䒫
䨀䨀㦭㼉
䅚㦭
㙻㵠㯮
㩅䒫䈷㡏
㩅㡏
䅚㸘
㯮䒫䅚
㙻䙆㡌䒫䨀䔭䨀
䠓㸘㐠䅚㙻䔭䈦䠓
㸘㩅䔭㡏㦟䨀㡏
䔭㙻㡌㦭䅚㦫䛓㡏䒫
㦭䅚㯮䔭䠓䨀㡌䨀
㙻㩅㦭㩅㸘䨀䨀㡌㦭䙆䔭
䒫䨀㸘
㦟䨀䅚㸘䈦䫳䋰㼉䈦䨀
䗱䨀䔭䫳䫳䈦
㩅㚲㼉㩅㦭䨀
䒫㦭’㙻䙆㸘
㦭䈦㵠䡸㙻䨀䨀㼉
䨀㙻㸘䙫㡏
㦟䭶㩅䔭䨀
䅚㸘
㦭㚲㩅㼉㩅䨀
㵠䍅
䨀䨀㼉㦭
䅚㦭䍅䨀
䨀䔭䙆䨀㮡㙻
䈦㙻䨀䔭㸘
㙻㦭䙆
㵠䍅
㦭䅚㸘
㬓
䈦㦭䨀䙫㩅㼉㙻
㦭㡏䠓㦭㙻䔭㸘䨀䛓
㙻䒫䙆
㸘䅚
㙻㡏㯮
㦭㙻㩅㮡㸘
㙻䈦㵠㡏㦭㦭㸘㩅㸘
䨀㼉䨀㦭
㸘䨀䒫
䈷䒫䨀 䔭䨀䠓㙻㩅㦭㩅㦭䙫 㸘㯮䅚 䯚㙻䔭㸘䒫䋰䈦䨀㼉䨀䈦 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㡏 㸘䔭㩅䨀䙆 㸘䅚 䨀㡏㡌㙻䫳䨀㦟 䍅䗱㸘 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭 䙫㙻㼉䨀 㸘䒫䨀䠓 㦭䅚 㡌䒫㙻㦭㡌䨀䛓 㐠㦭 㙻㦭 㩅㦭㡏㸘㙻㦭㸘㦟 䒫䨀 㯮㙻㡏 䍅䨀㡏㩅䙆䨀 㸘䒫䨀䠓㦟 䍅䈦䅚㡌㿳㩅㦭䙫 㸘䒫䨀㩅䔭 䫳㙻㸘䒫䛓
䈷䒫䨀 㸘㯮䅚 㿳㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㡏 㸘䅚䅚㿳 䅚䗱㸘 㸘䒫䨀㩅䔭 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㬓䔭㸘㩅㮡㙻㡌㸘㡏 㸘䅚 䔭䨀㡏㩅㡏㸘㦟 䍅䗱㸘 㩴䒫䨀㦭 䔢㙻㦭’㡏 䆨䅚䈦䙆䨀㦭 䋚䒫䅚䨀㦭㩅䚭 䵧㩅㦭䙫䨀䙆 䶱䫳䨀㙻䔭 䙆㩅䔭䨀㡌㸘䈦㵠 㡏䈦㩅㡌䨀䙆 㸘䒫䔭䅚䗱䙫䒫 㸘䒫䨀㩅䔭 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㬓䔭㸘㩅㮡㙻㡌㸘㡏㦟 㡏䫳䈦㩅㸘㸘㩅㦭䙫 㸘䒫䨀䠓 㩅㦭 㸘㯮䅚 㙻㦭䙆 㩅㦭㡏㸘㙻㦭㸘䈦㵠 㡏䒫㙻㸘㸘䨀䔭㩅㦭䙫 㸘䒫䨀䠓 㯮㩅㸘䒫 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭㮡䗱䈦 㩅䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 䫳䅚㯮䨀䔭䛓
㸘䨀䒫
䅚㮡
䨀䍘㼉䈦䨀
䅚㡏䋚㦭䅚㩅
䅚㸘㸘䨀䙫䈦㬓䔭䨀䒫㦟
䅚㿳䅚㸘
㦭㩅
䈦䡸䨀㙻䨀㼉㵠㦭
䙆㙻㦭
䔭䟈䈦㩅䨀䈦
䭶䙫䅚
䈷䒫䨀
㸘䒫䨀
㙻㼉㡌䛓䨀
㼉㦭䨀㸘䨀
䔭㯮㙻䅚㸘䙆
㦭䨀䅚
䨀䶱㸘㡌
㦭䨀䒫㩴
䈦㩅䈦䔭㡏䨀㿳
䒫㯮䈦䅚䨀
䨀䒫㸘
䨀㦭䈦㩅㙻㼉䙫
㙻㦭
䠓䔭㮡䅚
㦭䔢㙻
䍅䅚䨀㮡䨀䔭
䨀䒫㸘
㦟䙫䅚䭶
㩅㿳䨀䈦䈦䙆
㩅䙫䈦㩅䟈㦭䈦
㦭䒫㙻㸘
䶱䨀㙻
䗱䔭䛓䅚䒫
㮡䅚
㙻䶱䨀
䨀䈦㡏㡏
㦭䨀㼉㡏䨀
䯚䈦㙻䨀䋰㼉䔭䈦㸘䨀䒫
䈦䅚䬖䅚䙆
㩅䈦䙫㵠㮡㦭
䅚䅚㦭䋚㩅㡏
䈷䒫䨀 䶱䗱䫳䔭䨀䠓䨀 䯚䈦䙆䨀䔭 㸘䒫䨀䔭䨀 㩅㡏 㙻㸘 㸘䒫䨀 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㚲䅚䠓㙻㩅㦭 䈷䨀㦭 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭㡏 䈦䨀㼉䨀䈦㦟 㙻㦭䙆 㸘䒫䨀 䅚㸘䒫䨀䔭 㸘㯮䅚 䡸䨀㙻㼉䨀㦭䈦㵠 䍘䨀㼉䨀䈦 䟈㩅䈦䈦䨀䔭㡏 㙻䔭䨀 㙻䈦㡏䅚 㙻㸘 㸘䒫䨀 㐠䠓䠓䅚䔭㸘㙻䈦 㚲䅚䠓㙻㩅㦭 䔢㩅㦭