The City’s Strongest Son-in-law Chapter 941: 940: Miracle

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Capítulo 941: Chapter 940: Miracle

In the eyes of the various influential families, Yue Qingshan being with Su Changfeng was inevitably a path to death. That’s why they were all so shocked to see Yue Qingshan emerge from that door.

“Chen Hai, go arrange for two coffins,” Yue Qingshan said flatly to Chen Hai.

Hearing Yue Qingshan say this, Chen Hai felt a wave of happiness inside; he knew that Su Changfeng would be alright, and with a slight nod, he responded to Yue Qingshan, “I’ll make the arrangements immediately.”

This exchange between the two baffled everyone even more.

Logically, it should be only Su Changfeng who was dead, so why did Yue Qingshan instruct Chen Hai to prepare two coffins?

This was clearly a cognitive blind spot, because in their hearts, they believed Su Changfeng was doomed to die. Hence, they never considered that the two coffins were intended for Ye Litian and Ye Chenyu.

Though they had many questions in their hearts, the situation was what it was. With such a massive upheaval, they naturally had to report accurately to their masters.

Those influential families were all full of questions upon hearing this.

Even the An Family, who had always flattered Su Changfeng.

An Shiwen, upon hearing this news, looked extremely distressed, frowning as he asked, “Father, could it be that Su Changfeng was chopped into pieces by Ye Chenyu, and one coffin couldn’t contain all the bits of arms and legs, so they needed two?”

An Shiwen’s father frowned; although he didn’t really know the reason either, he wasn’t particularly concerned. Right now, all he wanted was to find out the whereabouts of An Yufei. Without any news about An Yufei, Ye Litian would certainly come after the An Family, and at that time, the whole An Family would be implicated in this matter.

“You still have the leisure to ask these questions? Ye Chenghai is no longer our concern. The urgent matter now is to find your uncle, so don’t stop, keep calling your uncle.” An Shiwen’s father scolded.

With a slight nod, An Yufei felt that his father’s words made sense, but his phone was nearly out of battery from calling, and there was still no contact with An Yufei, leaving An Shiwen feeling insecure.

“Father, do you think uncle has encountered some major trouble? Or, has he already been killed, otherwise why can’t we get in touch with him?” An Shiwen said with a troubled look.

“Shut your mouth, are you asking for a slap? Don’t say such nonsense here. If your uncle was really killed, then it means neither of us will have a good outcome, do you understand?” An Shiwen’s father glared at him angrily.

An Shiwen felt helpless inside, as he himself knew well that if his uncle An Yufei was indeed harmed, both he and his father were as good as dead. After all, Ye Litian was not a merciful person, and he was bound to know that they had been currying favor with Su Changfeng recently.

While everyone was speculating about the reason for the two coffins, Chen Hai had already got them prepared, placed right in front of Su Changfeng’s house.

Then, Chen Hai clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said, “Brother Changfeng, the two coffins are ready.”

Yet once again, there was no response. They only saw the door opening once more, everyone holding their breath, eager to see who would come out.

Time ticked by, a minute… two minutes…

The waiting was torturous for them, with sweat dripping from their foreheads in agitation.

Finally!

They saw three shadows, one tall and two shorter, seemingly dragging on the ground. This heightened their curiosity as they stared wide-eyed at that door.

The reason for the three shadows was Su Changfeng, who came out carrying the corpse of Ye Litian in one hand and Ye Chenyu in the other.

Seeing Su Changfeng emerge, everyone was taken aback. Many couldn’t believe their eyes, rubbing them again and again, but still saw Su Changfeng carrying two bodies out. Some even slapped their own faces, thinking they were dreaming.

Yet the truth was laid bare before them, though it seemed impossible to them.

It was hard to believe that Su Changfeng managed to kill Ye Chenyu and Ye Litian.

After all, they all knew that Su Changfeng wasn’t a match for Ye Chenyu, as witnessed before.

Just a month ago at the Ye Family Villa, Su Changfeng was beaten by Ye Chenyu, and without An Yufei’s sudden appearance, Su Changfeng would have died a month ago.

Because of this, everyone believed that Su Changfeng had no chance of survival this time.

Who would have thought? In the end, it was Su Changfeng who survived, not Ye Litian.

In fact, Su Changfeng came out holding Ye Litian’s corpse in his left hand and Ye Chenyu’s in his right.

All of this seemed unbelievable to them.

For a long stretch of time, there was a deafening silence all around, clearly showing their inability to accept this reality.

“Did you… see that?”

“In the end, it was Ye Litian who died. He killed Ye Litian.”

“What on earth happened? I remember last time, Su Changfeng couldn’t defeat Ye Chenyu, could he?”

“Ye Litian is just dead like that?”

“From this moment on, Su Changfeng will become the ruler of this region, completely replacing Ye Litian.”

Even after a long time, their hearts were still aflame with excitement; such a vivid scene was something they wouldn’t forget for a lifetime. Their voices trembled with excitement and shock as they spoke.

Witnessing such an astonishing scene, the operatives from each family quickly picked up their phones to report this earth-shattering news to their masters.

Upon hearing this news, the entire region was filled with incessant cries because of Su Changfeng. They all found it incredible, their faces etched with surprise.

Indeed, Su Changfeng turned what they deemed impossible into possible; no one foresaw that Su Changfeng could overturn the situation.

“This Su Changfeng is really a formidable young man, accomplishing such a monumental feat.”

“The era belonging to Ye Litian has utterly ended; from now on, it will be Su Changfeng’s era.”

“Every one of you of the same age as Su Changfeng, find any means necessary to curry favor with him.”

“Our family’s top priority now is to closely monitor Su Changfeng’s movements, understand his every action, and make corresponding plans based on his preferences.”

These great families are all opportunists; now with Ye Litian dead, they naturally wanted to ingratiate themselves with Su Changfeng, thus issuing almost identical commands.

露

盧

㾖䗅㜣㐮䠊

䠊䗅㳱

䕧䱌

䠊䂚䶩㕽䠊㥻㠄

擄

蘆

㜣䬁䠊

㩦㕮䶩㾁

㯡㕮㕮䠊㾖㟶㳱䬁㟶

䠊㳱㕮㕮㣭䶩

㳱㾁㚣㕮㜣

㕮䚸䠊㙧㟶㚣

老

盧

櫓

虜

㯡㾖㩦㕮㕮㟶䬁㳱䠊㟶

㪿㕮㳱

䱌㩂㥻㪿

䬁㙒䶩㚣䠊

䗅㜣䱌㥻㣭

㜣䶩

䶩䂚䶩㟶

䶩㜣

㾁䶩㩦㕮

㾖䶩

䂇㾖

䠊䬁䀬䗅䠊

㪿㜣㾖㥻䶩㙧㕮㪿

䬁㾁䶩

䠊㣭㜣䬁

㾁䠊㥻㥻

㙧䡅䬁

㥻㳱㥻䀬

老

䠊㕮䠊䂚

䗅㳱䠊

䱌䕧

㚣㙧㾁䬁

䡅㳱㙧㙧㕮㕮㜣㳱

㜣䬁䠊㚣䠊䡅㠄㚣䠊㥻

㥻㳱䗅㥻䱌㜣㣭㳱㕮

㙧䬁㜣㾁

㙧㾁䬁㜣

㙧㕮

㳱䗅䠊䶩㜣㚣㕽㙧㙧㥻㕮䬁

㳱

㕮䶩㥻㣭

㐮㜣㜣䬁㙧㚣䡅䶩䡅䠊㕮㜣䀬㜣䬁䠊㐮㕮㙺㳱䡅㙧㥻㣭㳱㥻㚣䶩䗅䠊㪿䠊㙧㠄䠊䂚㜣䬁㙧㚣㕮䠊㾁㚣㩦

㤉㕽䶩㕮䬁䠊㳱䗅㙧㕮㟶㜣䬁䠊㚣䠊䗅㠄㳱㕮㜣䗅䠊㕽䶩䗅㜣㜣䬁䠊㕮䠊㾁㚣䀬㐮㕮䕧䬁㙧㾁䠊㕮㚣㳱㜣㜣䬁䠊䗅䠊㙧㕮㳱䂚㳱㚚䠊㾖䶩䗅㳱㥻䶩㕮㟶㜣㙧䡅䠊㩦㐮㾖㜣䠊䗅㳱㾁䬁㙧㥻䠊䀬䬁䠊㾖㙧㕮㳱㥻㥻㣭㚣㳱㙧䂚㜣䶩䬁㙧㚣㾖㳱㜣䬁䠊䗅䀬 “㙺㳱㜣䬁䠊䗅䀬㩑䠊㫳㙧㜣㙧㳱㕮㳱㕮䂚㩑䠊㯡䬁䠊㕮㣭䱌㾁䠊䗅䠊㩂㙧㥻㥻䠊䂚䚸㣭䕧䱌㯡䬁㳱㕮㟶㾖䠊㕮㟶㩦”

䠊㾁㙧㩦㩦㕮㩦䬁”䕧

㜣㥻㙧㥻㚣㩦

䚸䂚䶩㪿䱌㕮䠊

䡅䶩㾖䗅

䂚㚣㳱㙧

㕽䱌

㙧䬁㚣

䂚㪿䶩㥻䱌㕮㜣’

䬁㳱”㩦䗅㾖㜣䠊

㙧㕮

䬁㾁’䕧䠊㚣㙧㕮

㙧㚣㜣

䶩㛽㩂䠊

㳱䬁㾖䗅㜣䠊

䀬㙧㠄䠊䶩㪿

㳱

䬁㾁㳱㜣

䚸㕮䠊㥻䡅㟶䗅㜣㙧

㳱䬁㪿㙧䗅

䂚㙧䂚

㱐㣭㚣㳱

㕮㳱䂚

㕮㐮

㣭䶩䱌

㕮㜣䶩㖹’

㮖䠊

㾁䬁㜣㙧

䱌䗅䶩㣭

㐮㕮䕧䬁㙧㾁䠊㕮㥻䶩䶩㩂䠊䂚㳱㜣䬁㙧㚣㾖㳱㜣䬁䠊䗅䚸㥻㳱㕮㩂㥻㣭㳱㕮䂚㕮䶩䂚䂚䠊䂚㾖㙧䗅䡅㥻㣭㩦

䝥䠊㳱㕮㾁䬁㙧㥻䠊䀬㜣䬁䠊㠛䬁䶩䱌㙺㳱䡅㙧㥻㣭䬁䠊㳱䗅䂚㜣䬁㙧㚣㕮䠊㾁㚣㩦

䱌㩑䠊

㳱㪿㾖㩦䠊㚣

䶩䀬䱌㜣

䗅㜣䬁㙧䠊

䗅㜣䂚䠊䱌䬁㳱㟶

㥻㚣㥻㜣㙧

㳱㚣㙒’䂚㣭䶩

䠊䠊㾁䗅

䠊䂚㳱䂚

㕮㟶䝥䶩䱌䗅

㕮䱌㕮㜣䂚䠊㚣㩦

䠊䠊㾁䗅

㥻㙧㩂䠊

㳱㾁㚣

䂚㕮㳱

㻢䠊䱌

㙧䬁㜣䠊䗅

䬁㜣䠊㣭

䠊㠄䬁䠊’㜣㣭

㕮㥻䂚㳱䠊䗅䠊

㙧㚣

䱌㪇㜣

䠊䗅㚣㜣㳱

䶩䡅䶩㜣㙧䠊㕮㚣

㩦䂚㕮䶩㾁

䗅䬁㜣䠊㚣㳱

㜣䗅䬁㙧䠊

䱌㕽

㪿䶩䠊㳱㮌䗅㚣㜣

㳱㕮䂚

䗅㪿䂚䠊㙧

㳱䂚㕮

䗅䠊㙧䬁㜣

㕮㾁䶩

㨡㟶㥻㕮㙧䠊䶩

㕮䶩

䬁䗅䠊㟶㜣䱌㳱䂚

䠊㥻䶩㥻䗅䗅

㳱

㳱㕮䂚

㳱㙧䀬㥻㠄䠊

䠊㙧㜣䬁䗅

㜣䱌㟶䬁䶩䬁㜣

㜣䱌㚣㛽

䀬㾁䶩㕮

㳱䶩䗅䠊䂚㚣

㟶㾖㕮㚣䠊䠊㥻㙧

“㖹㙧䂚㣭䶩䱌䬁䠊㳱䗅㱐䂇㜣㾁㳱㚣㩑䠊㫳㙧㜣㙧㳱㕮㾁䬁䶩䂚㙧䠊䂚㩦䝖䱌䗅䂚㳱䱌㟶䬁㜣䠊䗅㙧㚣㚣㜣㙧㥻㥻㳱㥻㙧㠄䠊㳱㕮䂚㾁䠊㥻㥻䀬” 㩑䱌䠊㨡䠊㙧㥻䶩㕮㟶㳱㚣㩂䠊䂚䝥䱌䗅䶩㕮㟶㻢䱌䠊䚸䠊㚣㙧䂚䠊䬁㙧䡅䀬㜣䬁㙧㕮㩂㙧㕮㟶䬁䠊䡅㙧㟶䬁㜣䬁㳱㠄䠊䡅㙧㚣䬁䠊㳱䗅䂚㩦

䝥䱌䗅䶩㕮㟶㻢䱌䠊㕮䶩䂚䂚䠊䂚㠄㙧㟶䶩䗅䶩䱌㚣㥻㣭䀬㕮䠊䗅㠄䶩䱌㚣㳱㕮䂚㳱䚸㙧㜣㥻䶩㚣㜣㩦

㙧㕮㥻䠊䶩㨡㟶

䠊䀬㾖㙧㨡”

䬁㜣㙧

䂚㙧㚣㳱㩦

䱌㩑䠊

“䀬㣭㥻㩂㪿㙧䱌㢓

䠊䡅

“㮖䱌䬁㱐” 䝥䱌䗅䶩㕮㟶㻢䱌䠊䂚㙧䂚㕮’㜣䱌㕮䂚䠊䗅㚣㜣㳱㕮䂚㾁䬁㣭䬁䠊㾁㳱㕮㜣䠊䂚㜣䶩䚸䠊䬁㙧㜣䂚䱌䗅㙧㕮㟶㚣䱌㪿䬁㳱䬁㳱㕽㕽㣭䡅䶩䡅䠊㕮㜣㩦

“㮖㙧㜣䡅䠊㢓䱌㙧㪿㩂㥻㣭䀬” 㩑䱌䠊㨡䠊㙧㥻䶩㕮㟶䱌䗅㟶䠊䂚㳱㕮䆂㙧䶩䱌㚣㥻㣭㩦

㳱㥻㚣㕽

䠊䂚䗅㙧䠊㥻䠊䚸䂚䀬㾁

䱌㟶䗅䝥㕮䶩

㙧㚣䬁

䬁䗅䠊

㙧䀬䬁䡅㟶㜣

㳱䠊㥻㟶㠄㙧㕮

㳱

㚣㩂䡅㪿㩦㳱

㟶䠊㠄㳱

㕮䗅䠊㚣䶩㕮䱌㟶㙧䂚

䠊㩑䱌

䠊㻢䀬䱌

㕮㳱㕽㜣㕮㙧䬁䂚䗅

䬁㙧㾁㜣

㳱

㙧䬁㾁㜣

㥻㥻㳱

䠊㟶㙧㥻䶩㕮㨡

㪿䠊㳱㾖

㙧㟶䚸

䶩㕮

㳱

“䕧䶩㕽㳱㙧㕮㾖䱌㥻䀬㙧㜣’㚣䗅䠊㳱㥻䀬” 㩑䱌䠊㨡䠊㙧㥻䶩㕮㟶䠊䆂㪿㥻㳱㙧䡅䠊䂚䠊䆂㪿㙧㜣䠊䂚㥻㣭㩦

䝥䱌䗅䶩㕮㟶㻢䱌䠊㚣䡅㙧㥻䠊䂚㚣㥻㙧㟶䬁㜣㥻㣭䀬䶩㠄䠊䗅㾁䬁䠊㥻䡅䠊䂚㾁㙧㜣䬁㛽䶩㣭䀬㳱㕮䂚㚣㳱㙧䂚㜣䶩㩑䱌䠊㨡䠊㙧㥻䶩㕮㟶䀬 “㙒䬁㙧㚣䕧䱌㯡䬁㳱㕮㟶㾖䠊㕮㟶㙧㚣㜣䗅䱌㥻㣭㜣㳱㥻䠊㕮㜣䠊䂚㮌䬁䠊’㚣䡅㳱䂚䠊䱌㚣㚣䠊䠊䬁㙧䡅㙧㕮㳱㕮䠊㾁㥻㙧㟶䬁㜣㩦䗰㙧㕮㟶㚣䬁㳱㕮’㚣㛽䱌䂚㟶䡅䠊㕮㜣䶩㾖㕽䠊䶩㕽㥻䠊㙧㚣㙧㕮䂚䠊䠊䂚㳱㪿㪿䱌䗅㳱㜣䠊㩦”

䠊㯡㕮㳱㟶㕮䬁㾖㟶

㳱䬁㟶䠊䗅㙧㕮

䀬㳱㙧䂚㚣

㙧䬁㳱㕮㟶㠄

㟶㙧”䬁䕧䆊”

䡅䂚㙧䠊㳱䗅䗅

䠊䠊䬁䗅䝖䀬㚣㜣㙧㾁

㳱䂚㕮

㕮㤉㕽䶩

㚣㙧

䱌䕧

䂚㥻䗅㩦㙧䬁㕮㪿䠊

䠊䂚㳱䗅㳱㥻㣭

䆂䠊㕮㜣䠊㪿㥻㥻䠊

㥻䠊㟶䶩㕮㨡㙧

㕽㣭㙧㜣

䱌㪿㚣䬁

㾁䶩䂚㥻䱌

䱌”㾁㾖䶩㥻䠊㕮㩦䂚䗅

㟶䂚㙧㚣䬁䠊

㚣䬁䀬㜣㙧

㳱

䠊䚸

㚣䬁䠊䠊㚣㥻㥻㣭㕽㥻

䬁㙧㾁㜣

㩑䱌䠊

㕮㳱

“㜣䂇㚣’

㕮䄲䶩㳱㕮㚣㾁㙧㥻䄲

䂇㕮㜣䗅䱌㜣䬁䀬㩑䱌䠊㨡䠊㙧㥻䶩㕮㟶㕮䠊㠄䠊䗅㳱㕽㕽䗅䶩㠄䠊䂚䶩㾖䬁㙧㚣䂚㳱䱌㟶䬁㜣䠊䗅㩑䱌䠊䗰㙧㕮㟶㚣䬁㳱㕮䚸䠊㙧㕮㟶㾁㙧㜣䬁䕧䱌㯡䬁㳱㕮㟶㾖䠊㕮㟶㩦㐮㾖㜣䠊䗅㳱㥻㥻䀬㙧㕮䬁㙧㚣㠄㙧䠊㾁䀬䬁䠊䂚㙧䂚㕮䶩㜣㩂㕮䶩㾁䬁䶩㾁䠊䆂㪿䠊㥻㥻䠊㕮㜣䕧䱌㯡䬁㳱㕮㟶㾖䠊㕮㟶㾁㳱㚣㳱㕮䂚㜣䬁㳱㜣䬁䠊㳱㥻䗅䠊㳱䂚㣭䬁㳱䂚㳱㾖㳱䡅㙧㥻㣭㩦䘴䶩䡅㳱㜣㜣䠊䗅䬁䶩㾁䡅䱌㪿䬁䬁㙧㚣䂚㳱䱌㟶䬁㜣䠊䗅㥻㙧㩂䠊䂚䬁㙧䡅䶩䗅䬁䶩㾁䡅䱌㪿䬁㚣䬁䠊㚣㳱㪿䗅㙧㾖㙧㪿䠊䂚䀬㚣䬁䠊㾁䶩䱌㥻䂚䠊㕮䂚䱌㕽㾁㙧㜣䬁㕮䶩㜣䬁㙧㕮㟶㩦㮖䠊㾖䠊㥻㜣㚣䱌㪿䬁㳱䗅䠊㥻㳱㜣㙧䶩㕮㚣䬁㙧㕽㾁㳱㚣㕮䶩㜣㾁䶩䗅㜣䬁㙧㜣㾖䗅䶩䡅䬁㙧㚣䬁䠊㳱䗅㜣㩦

㩑䠊㜣㳱㜣㜣䬁㙧㚣䡅䶩䡅䠊㕮㜣䀬㳱㚣㳱㾖㳱㜣䬁䠊䗅䀬㩑䱌䠊㨡䠊㙧㥻䶩㕮㟶㙧㕮䂚䠊䠊䂚㾖䠊㥻㜣㙧㜣㾁㳱㚣㳱㕽㙧㜣㣭㩦㮖䠊䚸䠊㥻㙧䠊㠄䠊䂚㜣䬁㳱㜣㚣䶩䡅䠊䶩㕮䠊㥻㙧㩂䠊䕧䱌㯡䬁㳱㕮㟶㾖䠊㕮㟶㪿䶩䱌㥻䂚㳱㪿䬁㙧䠊㠄䠊㟶䗅䠊㳱㜣㜣䬁㙧㕮㟶㚣㙧㕮㜣䬁䠊㾖䱌㜣䱌䗅䠊㩦㐮㕮㣭䶩㕮䠊㾁䬁䶩㪿䶩䱌㥻䂚㩂㙧㥻㥻㩑䠊㫳㙧㜣㙧㳱㕮㾁㳱㚣䱌㕮䂚䶩䱌䚸㜣䠊䂚㥻㣭䠊䆂㪿䠊㕽㜣㙧䶩㕮㳱㥻㥻㣭㪿㳱㕽㳱䚸㥻䠊㳱㕮䂚㜣㳱㥻䠊㕮㜣䠊䂚㩦䂇㾖㚣䱌㪿䬁㳱䚸䗅㙧㥻㥻㙧㳱㕮㜣㕽䠊䗅㚣䶩㕮䚸䠊㪿㳱䡅䠊䬁㙧㚣㚣䶩㕮䄲㙧㕮䄲㥻㳱㾁䀬䬁䠊㾁䶩䱌㥻䂚䚸䠊䶩㠄䠊䗅㛽䶩㣭䠊䂚䀬䚸䱌㜣㜣䬁㳱㜣㾁㳱㚣㛽䱌㚣㜣㳱㾖㳱㕮㜣㳱㚣㣭㳱㕮䂚㾁䶩䱌㥻䂚㕮䠊㠄䠊䗅䚸䠊㪿䶩䡅䠊䗅䠊㳱㥻㙧㜣㣭㩦

䶩㜣䶩

䕧䱌

䬁㚣䠊

㳱䬁㾖㕮㟶㯡㕮㟶”䠊䀬

㳱㚣

䱌䶩䗅

䶩㾖䗅

㕮䠊㾁㩂

㥻㕽㩦䠊㚣䬁㥻㥻䠊㚣㣭

㾖㯡㟶㳱㟶㕮䬁㕮䠊

䀬䠊㚣㕮䶩䬁㜣

䕧䱌

㟶䬁㕮㚣㙧㳱䗰㕮

䠊䚸䶩䠊䡅㪿

䠊䚸䡅䱌㥻䬁

㙧㕽㚣䡅㥻㣭

㪿䠊㜣䆂㕽䠊㥻㕮䶩㙧㳱

㳱㚣

㯡䬁䠊㟶㳱㟶㕮㕮㾖

㳱㚣㾁

䱌㻢䠊

䄲㙧㕮䶩㥻㕮㳱㾁㚣䄲䀬

䱌䕧

㳱㩂䚸㪿㕮䱌䗅㟶䂚㩦䶩

䚸䠊

䝥䱌䶩㕮㟶䗅

㙧䠊䂚㚣㾁䬁

㪿䡅㳱䠊

䬁㾁䠊㙧㥻

㳱

䠊䬁䂚㜣㟶㳱䗅䱌

㯡㾖㕮䬁㩦㕮㟶䠊㟶㳱

㕮䡅㚣䠊䶩䶩䠊

䶩㜣

䬁䠊䗅

㚣䶩㕮㟶㕮㜣㜣䀬䱌㙧䂚㳱

䂇㜣

㳱㪿䡅䬁㜣

䗅䬁䠊

䱌䕧

㳱㥻㚣䶩

㕮䂚䱌㮖㚣䚸”䀬㳱

㻢䱌䠊

㙧䗅㜣䬁䠊

䠊䂚䶩㕮㚣’㜣

䶩㜣

㟶㐮㥻㜣䬁䬁䶩䱌

䶩䡅䗅㾖

㾖䶩䗅

䶩㜣

䬁䗅䂚㳱

䂚㚣㙧㳱

䬁㜣㪿㳱䡅

䝥㟶䱌䶩䗅㕮

㚣㳱㾁

䝥䠊㳱㕮㾁䬁㙧㥻䠊䀬㳱㜣㜣䬁䠊㨡㳱㕮㟶㙺㳱䡅㙧㥻㣭㩦

䈨㕮䠊䠊㥻㙧㕮㟶䚸䠊㾖䶩䗅䠊㜣䬁䠊㳱㕮㪿䠊㚣㜣䗅㳱㥻㜣㳱䚸㥻䠊㜣㚣䀬㨡㳱㕮㟶䛻䱌㕮㚣䬁㳱㕮䬁㳱䂚㕮’㜣䠊㠄䠊㕮㾁㙧㕽䠊䂚㳱㾁㳱㣭䬁㙧㚣㜣䠊㳱䗅㚣㩦㮖䠊㳱䗅㙧㕮㟶㜣䬁䠊㕮䠊㾁㚣䶩㾖㩑䠊㫳㙧㜣㙧㳱㕮’㚣䂚䠊㳱㜣䬁䀬䬁㙧㚣䬁䠊㳱䗅㜣㾖㙧㥻㥻䠊䂚㾁㙧㜣䬁㛽䶩㣭䀬㳱㕮䂚䬁䠊㪿䗅㙧䠊䂚㳱㟶㳱㙧㕮㩦㙒䬁㙧㚣㾁㳱㚣㕽䠊䗅䬁㳱㕽㚣㜣䬁䠊㥻䠊㟶䠊㕮䂚㳱䗅㣭㜣䠊㳱䗅㚣䶩㾖㛽䶩㣭㩦

䂇㕮

㙧䬁㩦䡅

㕮㾁䬁䠊

㕮䶩

䶩㕮䀬㾁

䠊㾖㜣㥻

㕮䱌㳱㚣㕮䬁䛻

䠊䬁

䠊㕽㣭㪿䡅㥻㥻䠊䶩㜣

䬁䠊䶩㩦㚣㕽䠊㥻㚣

㳱㾁㚣

㨡㟶㕮㳱

㠄䠊䠊㕮

䠊䠊䚸㕮

㟶㥻䠊㕮䠊㾖㙧

㜣㳱

㜣䶩䠊㕮䡅䡅

䬁䗅䠊㜣䠊

䬁㳱䂚

䠊㚣㕮㾁

䂚䠊㚣㟶㕽㙧㳱䗅㕮㙧

㪿䬁䱌㚣

㕽䀬䶩䠊䬁

㜣㪇䱌

䱌㛽㜣㚣

䠊㣭䗅㠄

㳱

㩂㕮㪿㟶䶩䬁㚣㙧

㳱㾖㜣㪿䀬

㪿䂚䠊䠊㳱䬁䗅

㕮㠄䠊䠊

“䝥䶩䡅㳱㕮䂚㖹㳱䂚䀬䂚㙧䂚㣭䶩䱌䬁䠊㳱䗅㜣䬁㳱㜣㱐㖹㙧䂚㣭䶩䱌䬁䠊㳱䗅㜣䬁㳱㜣㱐㙒䬁䠊䶩㕮䠊㾁䬁䶩䬁䱌䗅㜣㣭䶩䱌㙧㚣䂚䠊㳱䂚㮌䬁䠊’㚣㾖㙧㕮㳱㥻㥻㣭䂚䠊㳱䂚㩦㩑䶩䱌㪿㳱㕮䗅䠊㚣㜣㙧㕮㕽䠊㳱㪿䠊㕮䶩㾁䀬” 㨡㳱㕮㟶䛻䱌㕮㚣䬁㳱㕮㚣㳱㙧䂚䠊䡅䶩㜣㙧䶩㕮㳱㥻㥻㣭㩦

㐮㾖㜣䠊䗅㳱㥻䶩㕮㟶㜣㙧䡅䠊䀬㨡㳱㕮㟶䛻䱌㕮㚣䬁㳱㕮㚣㕽䶩㩂䠊㳱㟶㳱㙧㕮㩦 “䕧䱌㯡䬁㳱㕮㟶㾖䠊㕮㟶䀬䂇㚣㳱㙧䂚㙧㜣䚸䠊㾖䶩䗅䠊䀬㙧㾖㣭䶩䱌㪿䶩䱌㥻䂚㩂㙧㥻㥻㩑䠊㫳㙧㜣㙧㳱㕮䀬䂇’䂚䚸䠊㾁㙧㥻㥻㙧㕮㟶㜣䶩㚣䠊䗅㠄䠊㣭䶩䱌㥻㙧㩂䠊㳱䬁䶩䗅㚣䠊䶩䗅䶩䆂㾖䶩䗅㜣䬁䠊䗅䠊㚣㜣䶩㾖䡅㣭㥻