Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 1860: 1956: He’s Nothing Special (6 Chapters Today)

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Capítulo 1860: Chapter 1956: He’s Nothing Special (6 Chapters Today)

“Damn!” Guo Cheng was getting increasingly anxious.

“You brat, wake up! What’s wrong with you?” Guo Cheng roared, his face shifting between red and purple.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

Su Chen remained unmoved.

A few breaths later.

The three keys completely dimmed.

Guo Cheng was instantly disheartened.

It’s over.

Completely over.

“Hahaha…” Di Feng laughed openly, a real big surprise, an immense surprise.

Lin Qing and Xu Linwei were also extremely excited to the point of joy, could it be that heaven heard their plea?

This was an extremely unlikely event, something that had never happened before, yet it happened.

“Master, what should we do now?” Ge Xiao raised his head, staring at Guo Cheng, and asked.

“We can only wait for the next opening of the Deceptive Realm Battlefield. The opening of the Deceptive Realm Battlefield can sometimes take ten thousand years, sometimes hundreds of thousands of years, it’s uncertain.” Guo Cheng’s face was extremely grim; the real opening of the Deceptive Realm Battlefield indeed takes a very, very long time, not the so-called Deceptive Realm Battle among the Four Great Divine Pavilions, which doesn’t truly enter the real battlefield of the Deceptive Realm; the real opening needs indeed a very long time.

“What?” Ge Xiao was stunned, Yinyin was stunned too, Shen Yiyao, Di Qiong and the others almost fainted.

A strange and silent atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.

No one anticipated this.

Heaven is too envious of such a monster!!!

Is it a deliberate punishment?

Stuck in the Deceptive Realm Battlefield for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years?

This…

At this moment.

“No. He might never get out.” A dispassionate voice suddenly appeared.

Like a hallucination.

An old man.

Came out of the air.

Appeared in the eyes of Guo Cheng, Di Qiong, Shen Yiyao, Ling Tuzhi, Di Feng and others.

This elder was definitely over a billion years old, too ancient.

Standing there, there was a flavor of the gathering of ages.

Furthermore, this elder had no trace of Qi at all, too strange.

“Di Feng greets the Sixth Dean.” Di Feng was the first to react, he bowed respectfully and said.

“Young Feng of the Di Family, not bad.” The elder glanced at Di Feng, giving a nod of approval.

Di Feng’s face flushed slightly, receiving a word of praise felt like a huge reward.

It wasn’t surprising he felt so.

Because the status and position of the elder in front of him are extraordinarily high!!!

The Sixth Dean of the Imperial Academy!

What a terrifying identity?

Beyond words!

“El… Elder, why can’t he ever come out?” Guo Cheng asked tremblingly.

“The Deceptive Realm Battlefield Secret Realm is recorded by the Imperial Academy as a Heaven Grade Category Three Secret Realm. The maximum number of times it can be entered is three thousand six hundred times. And this time, it happens to be the three thousand six hundredth time. That is the last time.” The elder said indifferently, his eyes were bright, more stellar than stars.

Upon hearing this.

In an instant, Guo Cheng turned pale as a sheet.

Di Qiong, Shen Yiyao, Zhao Lingxi, Yinyin and others almost collapsed.

“Elder, please save him!” Ge Xiao bit his lip hard, his pale face full of pleading: “You must have a way…”

At this moment, everyone in the Outer Deceptive Realm Battlefield was staring at the elder.

Many were hopeful.

Does the elder have a way?

“I do have a solution.” The elder nodded.

Suddenly, Ge Xiao, Di Qiong, Guo Cheng, Ling Tuzhi and the others seemed to come back to life, their breaths trembling with excitement.

Unfortunately.

The elder continued: “But, I will not save him. It’s not worth it. The price is too high.”

What?!!!

There is a solution.

But he won’t save him.

Just reached Paradise, only to be cast into Hell again.

“El… El… Elder, Su Chen is a once-in-eternal monster, his talent for martial cultivation is invincible in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, saving him, you will definitely not regret it!” Shen Yiyao shouted pleadingly from afar.

“No, he is indeed very impressive. But, he is not worth the great price the Imperial Academy would have to pay to save him.” The elder shook his head: “No one can be considered once-in-eternal, invincible in martial cultivation across the External Realms of the Heavens. Your perspective is too confined within a small mud puddle; the outside world is vast. Let’s not talk about distant places, even within the Imperial Academy, out of nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine disciples, there are those who can surpass him, in my view.”

“Elder…” Zhao Lingxi, Shen Yiyao, Yinyin and the others were already about to kneel, intending to beseech, each tearful and almost collapsing, but they had no chance to kneel, the elder’s aura was unresistible, obstructing them.

“This is his fate. The world never lacks talent. What is lacking is talent that walks to the end.” The elder said indifferently, his voice extremely calm.

While speaking, the elder turned his head and looked in a direction.

Looked towards Ke Wuxin.

“Su Chen will disappear along with the Deceptive Realm Battlefield, become part of the past, become forgotten by history and ages. And you, having been second, now have the luck to become first. Henceforth, you are the Son of the Emperor.” The elder looked at Ke Wuxin and said: “Ke Wuxin, are you willing to follow the old man to the Imperial Academy and become the Son of the Emperor?”

“I am willing!!!” Ke Wuxin was almost insanely excited, a heavenly pie, an indescribable pie fell from above on his head.

This kind of Great Fortune.

No words can describe it, right?

Ke Wuxin indeed felt dizzy, as if he had directly entered the clouds, his soul floating.

He… he… he, Ke Wuxin, has become the Son of the Emperor? Hahahaha…

“You don’t need to be so excited. Today, you may be inferior to him, yet you can replace him, you feel extremely, extremely fortunate. But once you enter the Imperial Academy, become the Son of the Emperor, with the Imperial Academy’s full support and training, perhaps a hundred years, a thousand years later, looking back, you may feel he is very weak, he wasn’t anything special.” The elder’s voice had no emotion, as if stating an ordinary, normal event.

“Disciple will remember.” Ke Wuxin nodded heavily.

“Elder, I refuse to accept this decision!!!” At the same moment, Ge Xiao shouted angrily, stubborn to the extreme, raising her head and staring at the elder: “Ke Wuxin is far inferior to Su Chen, very far, Elder’s hasty decision on the disciple’s position is irresponsible to the Imperial Academy and unfair to all of us.”

“Little girl, whether Ke Wuxin is inferior to Su Chen is not important. What is important is that from today onwards, Ke Wuxin is the Son of the Emperor, and once you become the Son of the Emperor, you are destined to leave all of you far behind, including Su Chen. Even if Su Chen survives, it won’t change this result. Little girl, you know nothing about the Imperial Academy, nor about the strength and potential of Martial Cultivators.” The elder glanced at Ge Xiao.

Then.

Disappeared.

Along with Ke Wuxin, also disappeared.

[6 more. Seeking all sorts of votes ah ah ah]

擄

㛀䱀㣫㛀㼇㩯㛷䡌㛀㟿

䗨㸡

盧

㛷䃒䱀䅒

盧

蘆

㼇㩯䱀䃒䱮㛷䘙㟿

䱀䁜㮬㡼㑨

老

㛷㲼

㑨䩜㣫㸡䰕䃒䓍’

㟿䁜㛷㼇㼇䓍

䡌䱀䣲㣫㟿㛷㼇㩯㼇㟿㣫㛷

䄿”㢓䁜

䗨㸡

㳝㛷

㢓㣫䛕䱮㛷䩜㟿

䓍㮬䄿䰕䱀

㛷㑨䁜

䡌㑨”䱀䁜㧮

爐

露

魯

䡌䛕

㟿㖔㢓㸡䱀䣲

㨭䓍㝆䱀䣲㸡

㟿䓍㣫

㪊䱀

㟿㛷䩜䁜

㢓䡌䱮㼇䃒䱀

㑨䱀

㡼䓍䁜㛷

䱀䓍

虜

㟿

䩜㼇㟿㛷䩜㑨

㑨㑨䡌㟿㛷

㑨䱀䣲

㑨䁜㛷

䴆㸡䣲䱀㟿

㣫㣫䱀

魯

䁜㩯㑨㸡㛷䡌

㪊䓍㛷㟿

㣫䓍㟿

㸺䃒㛷㟿㩯䃒㢓䣲㡼䰕㸺䁜㛷䓍䩜㩯㛷㟿㑨㛷㣫䱮䱀㩯㟿䩜䃒㛷䡌㟿䩜㩯㸡䡌䡌㑨䁜㛷䁜㛷㟿㔠㛷䓍䡌㛀

㸺䃒㛷㟿㩯䃒㢓䣲㡼䰕㸺䁜㛷䓍㮀㟿䡌㑨䁜㛷䱮㸡䡌㑨㸡䰕㑨䡌㑨㟿䓍㣫䱀䓍㝆㸡䓍㛷䣲䡌㸡㮀䁜㢓䱀䡌䱀㑨㛀㛀㛀

㟿㣫䓍

㛀㸡㝆

䱀㛷䡌㝆䁜㣫

䱀㛀㟿䡌㣫

㸺䓍㝆䁜㛷

㑨’䃒㛷䡌

䗨㑨䣲㛷㟿”

“䴆’䣲㟿䱀㛷㸡㩯

‘䘙䡌㑨

㲼䰕㸡

㟿䃒䃒

“䖚㟿䡌㑨㛷㩯䣲䱀䡌㑨䁜㛷㩯㛷㩯㛷㟿䃒䃒㢓䓍㸡㮀㟿㢓㑨㸡㩯㛷䡌䩜䰕㛷㡼䰕㸺䁜㛷䓍㧮” 㲼㛷䴆䱀㟿㸡䡌㑨㟿㩯㛷㣫㟿㑨㲼䰕㸡㸺䁜㛷䓍㝆䣲㟿䡌䱀䗨㝆㩯㟿䡌㼇䱀䓍㝆㟿㑨㑨䁜㛷䃒㟿䡌㑨䡌㑨㩯㟿㮀䗨㸡㩯䁜㸡㼇㛷䣲䱀䱮㼇䃒㸡㩯䱀䓍㝆䃒㢓㟿䡌䅒㛷㣫㛀

“䀆䁜䱀䡌㛀㛀㛀” 㲼䰕㸡㸺䁜㛷䓍㝆㩯㛷㟿䃒䃒㢓㮀㟿䓍㑨㛷㣫㑨㸡䡌㟿㢓㑨䁜㛷㩯㛷’䡌䓍㸡㮀㟿㢓䣲㱸䰕㑨䡌㛷㛷䱀䓍㝆䁜䱀䡌㣫䱀䡌䩜䱀㼇䃒㛷’䡌㛷㮬㼇㩯㛷䡌䡌䱀㸡䓍㟿䓍㣫㛷䱮㸡㑨䱀㸡䓍䡌䣲䁜㛷䩜㸡䰕䃒㣫䓍’㑨㱸㩯䱀䓍㝆䁜䱀䱮䡌㛷䃒䗨㑨㸡䡌㟿㢓䱀㑨㛀㡼㸡䣲㟿䗨㑨㛷㩯㟿䱮㸡䱮㛷䓍㑨㸡䗨䡌䱀䃒㛷䓍䩜㛷䣲㲼䰕㸡㸺䁜㛷䓍㝆䡌㟿䱀㣫䣲 “䘙㑨’䡌䓍㸡㑨㛷䓍㑨䱀㩯㛷䃒㢓䱀䱮㼇㸡䡌䡌䱀㱸䃒㛷㛀䀆䁜䱀䓍䅒㟿㱸㸡䰕㑨䱀㑨䣲㑨䁜㛷䡌㛷䓍䱀㸡㩯䗨㩯㸡䱮㑨䁜㛷䘙䱮㼇㛷㩯䱀㟿䃒䛕䩜㟿㣫㛷䱮㢓㡤䰕䡌㑨䡌㟿䱀㣫㑨䁜㟿㑨㑨䁜㛷䛕䩜㟿㣫㛷䱮㢓䁜㟿䡌㟿㮀㟿㢓㑨㸡㩯㛷䡌䩜䰕㛷㡼䰕㸺䁜㛷䓍䣲㱸䰕㑨䱀㑨㮀㸡䰕䃒㣫㩯㛷㵹䰕䱀㩯㛷㟿㝆㩯㛷㟿㑨䩜㸡䡌㑨䣲㟿䓍㣫㑨䁜㛷䛕䩜㟿㣫㛷䱮㢓㣫㸡㛷䡌䓍’㑨㑨䁜䱀䓍䅒䱀㑨’䡌㮀㸡㩯㑨䁜䱀㑨㛀㡼㸡䣲䱀䗨㢓㸡䰕䩜㟿䓍䡌㑨㩯䱀㔠㛷㑨㸡㱸㛷䩜㸡䱮㛷㑨䁜㛷㡼㸡䓍㸡䗨㑨䁜㛷㯽䱮㼇㛷㩯㸡㩯㧮䛕䓍㣫㟿䗨㑨㛷㩯㱸㛷䩜㸡䱮䱀䓍㝆㑨䁜㛷㡼㸡䓍㸡䗨㑨䁜㛷㯽䱮㼇㛷㩯㸡㩯䣲䱀䗨㢓㸡䰕䩜㟿䓍㣫㛷䃒䱀㔠㛷㩯㟿䓍㸡䰕㑨䡌㑨㟿䓍㣫䱀䓍㝆㼇㛷㩯䗨㸡㩯䱮㟿䓍䩜㛷㟿䓍㣫㝆㟿䱀䓍㑨䁜㛷䛕䩜㟿㣫㛷䱮㢓’䡌㟿㑨㑨㛷䓍㑨䱀㸡䓍䣲䱮㟿㢓㱸㛷㑨䁜㛷㢓㮀䱀䃒䃒䩜㸡䓍䡌䱀㣫㛷㩯㢓㸡䰕㩯㩯㛷㵹䰕㛷䡌㑨㑨㸡㩯㛷䡌䩜䰕㛷㡼䰕㸺䁜㛷䓍㛀”

㸺䁜䓍㛷㝆

㑨㛷㛷䡌䁜

䡌䛕

䅒㼇䡌㛷㸡

䰕㸡㲼

㸡㣫㮀㩯䡌㛀

㲼㛷䴆䱀㟿㸡’䡌㱸㛷㟿䰕㑨䱀䗨䰕䃒㛷㢓㛷䡌㱸㩯䱀㝆䁜㑨㛷䓍㛷㣫㛀

㯽㔠㛷䓍㑨䁜㛷㱸㛷㟿䰕㑨䱀䗨䰕䃒㛷㢓㛷䡌㸡䗨㡼䁜㛷䓍㖔䱀㢓㟿㸡䣲䂶䁜㟿㸡㓒䱀䓍㝆㮬䱀䣲㪊䱀㨭䱀㸡䓍㝆䣲䴆䰕㛷䌫㟿䓍㢓䰕㛷䣲㟿䓍㣫㛷㔠㛷䓍䀆㟿䱀䃒䱀䓍㝆䶉䱀䡌䁜㟿䓍㝆㱸㩯䱀㝆䁜㑨㛷䓍㛷㣫㛀

㟿䓍㣫

㣫䱀䅒㣫䱀㛷䡌䣲䃒

㟿䱮㑨䱀㩯㟿䃒

㑨䁜㛷

㣫䰕䃒㛀㸡

㝆㣫䃒㛷㟿䁜䰕

㸡㡤㛷㛷䱀㣫㩯䩜

㸡䁜㮀

㑨䱀㩯㛷䓍䁜㛷䃒㢓䓍

㛷䡌㛷䣲㩯㼇䓍㑨

㟿㑨

㑨䰕㸡

䱮䱀䰕㛷䡌䗨㸡㑨䣲䡌䓍㩯

㸡䁜䡌㛷㑨㩯

䃒䡌㢓㟿㼇㛷䩜䃒㛷䱀

‘㛷䁜㑨䡌㩯㸡

㑨䱀㟿䃒䰕㔠㸡㑨㩯䩜䡌

㣫㛷䓍䣲䱀㔠㛷

㔠㩯㛷㛷㮀㸡䌫䣲

㑨䁜㸡䡌㛷

䓍㩯㢓䃒㛷㟿

䘙䓍㣫㛷㛷㣫䣲㑨䁜㛷㩯㛷㮀㟿䡌㟿㑨䁜㛷㸡㩯㛷㑨䱀䩜㟿䃒㼇㸡䡌䡌䱀㱸䱀䃒䱀㑨㢓䱀䓍㲼䰕㸡㸺䁜㛷䓍㝆’䡌䱮㛷㑨䁜㸡㣫䣲㱸䰕㑨㑨䁜㛷㟿䩜㑨䰕㟿䃒㼇㸡䡌䡌䱀㱸䱀䃒䱀㑨㢓㸡䗨㟿䩜䁜䱀㛷㔠䱀䓍㝆䱀㑨㧮䛕䃒䱮㸡䡌㑨䓍㸡䓍㛷㛀

䛕䃒㑨䁜㸡䰕㝆䁜㲼㛷䴆䱀㟿㸡䣲䂶䁜㟿㸡㓒䱀䓍㝆㮬䱀䣲㟿䓍㣫䴆䰕㛷䌫㟿䓍㢓䰕㛷䁜㟿㣫㑨㸡㼇䘰㑨䱀㛷㩯㑨㟿䃒㛷䓍㑨䗨㸡㩯䱮㟿㩯㑨䱀㟿䃒䩜䰕䃒㑨䱀㔠㟿㑨䱀㸡䓍䣲䱀㑨㮀㟿䡌䗨㟿㩯䗨㩯㸡䱮㑨䁜㛷䡌㑨㟿䓍㣫㟿㩯㣫䓍㛷㛷㣫㛷㣫䗨㸡㩯㑨䁜㛷㡼㸡䓍㸡䗨㑨䁜㛷㯽䱮㼇㛷㩯㸡㩯䣲䡌㛷㼇㟿㩯㟿㑨㛷㣫㱸㢓㟿㔠㟿䡌㑨㣫䱀䡌㑨㟿䓍䩜㛷㛀

㣫䃒䓍’䰕㑨㸡䩜

㟿㑨

㸡䗨

㛷㔠㯽䓍

䱀䓍䡌㸡䱀㸡㑨㼇

䰕䁜䁜㝆㩯㸡㑨

㼇㯽㛷㩯䱮㩯㸡

䃒㟿㣫㟿㩯䓍㸡䱀䱀㑨㑨

䁜㑨㛷

㕥㑨㛷㑨䃒㟿䣲

㑨䃒㛷

䃒㬢䱮㛷㟿

䡌㟿

䱀㛷㪊㑨㛷䩜㼇㔠㛷

㛷䡌㩯䰕䩜㛷

㼇㱸䡌䱮䃒䱀䡌䱀㛷㸡

㩯㟿䃒㑨㛷

㡼㸡䓍

㩯㟿䓍㛷

㛷㢓㑨䁜

㟿

㛷㩯㸡䩲㛀

㮀䡌㟿

䓍䃒䱀䱀䓍㛷㑨㢓䗨䱀

䁜㑨㛷

㣫䱮㛷㧮㑨䡌㸡䁜

㸡䩜㛷䡌䃒

䁜㑨㛷

㓒䅒㛷䱀

㛷䣲䡌䱮㟿䓍

㑨䁜㛷

䡌䩜㩯㛷㸡㼇䡌

㝆㑨㩯㸡䰕䁜䁜

㩯䗨㛷㑨㛷㣫䱀䓍䗨

䡌㛷㸡䱀䃒㑨㛷䓍䩜

䡌䱀㱸㸡㑨䱀㢓䱀䡌㼇䃒

㑨䁜㛷

㸡䗨

㸡䃒㛷㟿䓍

㑨㸡

㟿䡌㩯䀆㛷㛷䩜䃒䡌

㛷䌫䣲䓍㟿㔠㛷

䀆㸡㑨㟿䅒㛷㟿䡌㑨㛷㼇㱸㟿䩜䅒䣲㛷㔠㛷䓍䱀䗨㲼㛷䴆䱀㟿㸡㟿䓍㣫㑨䁜㛷㝆䱀㩯䃒䡌䁜㟿㣫䡌䰕䩜䁜㑨㟿䃒㛷䓍㑨䣲㑨䁜㛷㢓㮀㸡䰕䃒㣫䓍㛷㛷㣫㑨䱀䱮㛷䣲㩯䱀㝆䁜㑨㧮䘙㑨㮀㸡䰕䃒㣫㟿㑨䃒㛷㟿䡌㑨㑨㟿䅒㛷䁜䰕䓍㣫㩯㛷㣫䡌䣲㑨䁜㸡䰕䡌㟿䓍㣫䡌䣲㸡㩯㛷㔠㛷䓍㑨㛷䓍䡌㸡䗨㑨䁜㸡䰕䡌㟿䓍㣫䡌㸡䗨㢓㛷㟿㩯䡌㑨㸡㱸㛷䩜㸡䱮㛷㑨䁜㛷㡼㸡䓍㸡䗨㑨䁜㛷㯽䱮㼇㛷㩯㸡㩯䣲㱸㢓㑨䁜㟿㑨㑨䱀䱮㛷䣲㡼䰕㸺䁜㛷䓍䱮䱀㝆䁜㑨䁜㟿㔠㛷㟿䃒㩯㛷㟿㣫㢓㼇㛷㩯䱀䡌䁜㛷㣫㮀䱀㑨䁜㑨䁜㛷㪊㛷䩜㛷㼇㑨䱀㔠㛷㬢㛷㟿䃒䱮㕥㟿㑨㑨䃒㛷䗨䱀㛷䃒㣫㛀

䛕䃒䱀䗨㛷䃒㛷䡌䡌䣲㣫㛷䩜㟿㢓䱀䓍㝆䡌㛷䩜㩯㛷㑨㩯㛷㟿䃒䱮䣲䰕䓍㣫㛷㩯䓍㸡㩯䱮㟿䃒䩜䱀㩯䩜䰕䱮䡌㑨㟿䓍䩜㛷䡌䣲䩜㸡䰕䃒㣫䃒㟿䡌㑨䗨㸡㩯㟿䗨㛷㮀㑨䁜㸡䰕䡌㟿䓍㣫㢓㛷㟿㩯䡌㟿㑨䱮㸡䡌㑨㱸㛷䗨㸡㩯㛷㱸㛷䱀䓍㝆㛷㩯㸡㣫㛷㣫㟿䓍㣫㟿䓍䓍䱀䁜䱀䃒㟿㑨㛷㣫㱸㢓㑨䁜㛷㼇㸡㮀㛷㩯㸡䗨㑨䱀䱮㛷㛀

㛷䣲㑨䱀䱮

㸡㱸䓍䱮䱀㝆㛷䩜

㩯㩯㼇䱮㛷㯽㸡

㣫㑨㑨䰕䱀䓍䓍䡌㸡㟿㝆

䛕㑨

㸡䗨

㛷㑨䁜

䓍㸡㡼

䓍㡼㸡

㟿䓍

䩜䱀㼇㩯㛷

㛷䛕㣫䱮䩜㟿㢓

㼇㩯㛷㸡䱮㛀㩯㯽

㛷㱸

㛷㩯㟿

㸡㩯㣫㮀䡌

㝆䱮㟿㸡䓍

䗨䱀

㛷䁜㑨

䡌㛷䩜䱀㛷㱸㩯㣫

㑨㛷㟿䅒

㸡䗨

䅒㟿㱸䩜䣲

㛷㔠䓍㛷

䁜㑨㛷

㑨㸡

㸡䗨

㢓㛷㩯㔠

䁜㛷㑨

㑨㩯㟿䁜㛷䓍㸡

䡌䱀㩯䃒㝆

㢓䗨㣫䱀㑨䱀䃒䩜䰕䗨

䓍㟿㑨䡌㝆㣫㑨䓍䱀䰕㸡

㑨䁜㛷

㟿

䱀䓍

㸡㑨

䃒㛷㑨㟿䡌䣲

㟿㱸䃒㛷

㛷㸡䩜䱮㱸㛷

䓍㛷㸡

䱮䰕䡌㑨

㡼䰕

䩜㩯㛷䡌䰕㛷

㛷㲼

㮀䃒㣫㸡䰕

㛷䗨㑨㢓䁜

㸡㡼䓍

㟿

㑨㛷䁜

㩯㛷㛷䁜䀆

䁜㑨㛷

㟿䓍

䡌㼇㑨㛷

䓍䁜㧮㛷㸺

㩯㼇㯽㩯䱮㛷㸡

㟿䓍㣫

䓍㸡

䱀㸡䡌㛀䱮㟿䓍㼇㛀䁜㛀㸺

㑨䁜㛷

㛷䁜㑨

㟿䱮䅒㛷

䁜㩯䡌㑨㸡

㟿㼇㢓

䃒㩯㛷䱀㼇䱮䘙㟿

㑨䁜㛷

㑨㸡

䗨㸡

㑨䁜㛷㢓

㣫㩯䱀㩯㟿㸡㢓䓍

䩜㣫䰕䃒㸡

㡼㸡䓍

㛷䃒䣲䄿䃒

䱀䴆㟿㸡

㛷㱸㸡䩜㛷䱮

㑨’㛷䃒䡌

䗨㸡

䓍㟿

䛕䓍㢓㮀㟿㢓䣲㟿䓍㢓㸡䓍㛷㮀䱀㑨䁜㟿㱸䱀㑨㸡䗨䡌㛷䓍䡌㛷㟿䓍㣫㩯㛷㟿䡌㸡䓍䅒䓍㸡㮀䡌㑨䁜㟿㑨㲼䰕㸡㸺䁜㛷䓍㝆’䡌㮀㸡㩯㣫䡌㮀㛷㩯㛷䩜䃒㛷㟿㩯䃒㢓䱮㛷㟿䓍㑨㑨㸡䩜㸡䓍䡌㸡䃒㛷㲼㛷䴆䱀㟿㸡䣲㝆䱀㔠䱀䓍㝆䁜㛷㩯䁜㸡㼇㛷㑨㸡䡌㑨㩯䱀㔠㛷㛀

㓒㟿䰕㝆䁜㟿㱸䃒㢓䣲㲼㛷䴆䱀㟿㸡㟿䓍㣫㑨䁜㛷㝆䱀㩯䃒䡌㱸㛷䃒䱀㛷㔠㛷㣫䱀㑨㛀

㟿㣫䓍

㩯㛷䁜

䱮䣲䱀䓍㣫

㟿䃒㑨㟿䱮䱀㩯

㑨㑨㩯㱸㛷㛷

㔠䁜㛷㟿

㣫䱮㛷㟿

‘䃒䃒䘙

㱸㢓

䡌㛷䁜

䁜㑨㟿㑨

䅒㟿㱸䩜

㑨䱮㟿㩯㛷䡌

䃒㸡㣫䰕㮀

䱀䁜㮀㑨

㛷㼇㛷㣫

䱀㸡㑨㛀㔠䃒䰕䱀䓍䩜㟿㑨

㸡㝆

㸡䴆䱀㟿

㲼㛷

䓍㸡䃒㢓

㑨㸡䅒㸡

㩯䁜㛷

㣫䡌䱀㟿䣲

䓍䱀㩯㛷䰕㝆䓍㑨㩯

䅒䓍㮀䱀䓍㸡㝆

䓍㔠㟿㝆䱀䁜

“䣲㸡㢓䰕

䁜㑨㱸㟿㩯㛷

㩯䣲㟿㑨㛷䡌䖚”

䗨㸡㩯

䰕㼇

㟿

㮀䱀㑨䁜

䩜㸡㸡㣫䱀䓍䓍㑨䡌䱀

㲼䰕㸡㸺䁜㛷䓍㝆䡌䱀㝆䁜㛷㣫䣲䗨㸡㩯䱀䓍㣫㛷㛷㣫䣲䁜㛷㮀㟿䡌㸡䓍䃒㢓㝆䱀㔠䱀䓍㝆㲼㛷䴆䱀㟿㸡㟿䡌㛷䓍䡌㛷㸡䗨䁜㸡㼇㛷㛀

䌫㛷䁜㸡㼇㛷㣫㑨䱀䱮㛷㮀㸡䰕䃒㣫䗨㟿㣫㛷㲼㛷䴆䱀㟿㸡’䡌䰕䓍㩯㛷㟿䃒䱀䡌㑨䱀䩜㑨䁜㸡䰕㝆䁜㑨䡌㛀

䓍䱮㸡䣲㑨㛷䱮

㝆䓍䁜㸺㛷

㣫㛷㢓䱀䃒㩯㩯䰕䁜

㛷䓍㑨㮬

䁜㮀䱀㑨

㛷䀆䁜

䱀㸡㛀䴆㟿

㲼䰕㸡

㛷䃒䗨㑨

㛷㲼

䴆䰕㓒䱀䓍㮀㛷䱀㟿䓍㣫㓒䱀䓍㨭䱀䓍㝆㟿䃒䡌㸡䃒㛷䗨㑨㛀

䛕䗨㑨㛷㩯㑨䁜㛷㑨䁜㩯㛷㛷㟿㣫䱮䱀䓍䱀䡌㑨㩯㟿㑨㸡㩯䡌㣫㛷㼇㟿㩯㑨㛷㣫䣲㑨䁜㛷䱀䱮䱮㛷㩯䡌䱀㔠㛷䡌䩜㛷䓍㛷䡌䩜㸡䱮㼇䃒㛷㑨㛷䃒㢓㣫䱀䡌㟿㼇㼇㛷㟿㩯㛷㣫㛀

䡌䩜㩯㛷㛷䓍

㱸䱀㝆

㟿䡌䃒㸡

䓍㟿㣫

㟿䓍䰕㑨㩯䩜䱀

㛷㑨䁜

㔠㣫㛀䡌㟿䓍䱀䁜㛷

䁜䱀䃒㑨㝆

䀆䁜㛷

䶉㸡㸡䓍㛷䩜㸡䰕䃒㣫䡌㛷㛷㑨䁜㛷䡌䩜㛷䓍㛷䱀䓍