Free Web NovelChapter 750: 749. Flying all over the sky
Under the watchful eyes of the Qin sisters and a multitude of Golden Armored Heavenly Soldiers, Lu Yao landed a punch that caved in Zhao Yuanjie's face.
The next instant, a vast ring of shockwave burst from where fist met face, sending Zhao Yuanjie flying backward like a cannonball, skimming and rebounding across the ground.
He flew a full 10 kilometers, plowing through several irregular canyons before crashing into a small mountain to finally come to a halt.
Witnessing this scene, Qin Yuqing stared dumbfounded, with her mouth wide enough to fit a beer bottle, and let out a shocked "Ahh" aloud.
While Qin Yingying's face flushed with excitement, her fists clenched tight: "I knew it! I knew this guy was extraordinary!"
However, the battle had just begun, and she struggled to contain the urge to jump around joyfully like a little deer, focusing intently on the scene before her.
At that moment, Lu Yao addressed the rubble his opponent had created, leisurely saying, "What's the matter, Your Highness, do I have to invite you out again?"
As soon as his words fell, Zhao Yuanjie burst through the boulders on top of him and leaped back into the fray.
His whole face had caved in, and only after he clenched his nose and gave it a hard tug did it grudgingly return to normal.
But it still resembled a flattened can that had been reshaped, bearing obvious marks.
"Lu! Yao! You're good! I didn't expect you to be an Immortal Martial practitioner too!"
Zhao Yuanjie had never suffered such humiliation before and immediately roared furiously, manifesting the "Naga Magic Domain" and merging with it.
In an instant, his entire body visibly swelled up, his eyes nearly bursting out of their sockets.
"Today it's either you die! Or. I. Perish!"
Zhao Yuanjie shattered the ground beneath him with a burst of kinetic energy, charging towards Lu Yao with a thunderous momentum and reckless force.
[Flame Emperor Fist: Treading the Firmament!]
This overpowering strike was one the Crown Prince had thoroughly mastered.
With his intense hatred for Lu Yao, he charged like a meteor, trailing a blazing red glow from the atmospheric friction and an unstoppable might, instantly closing in for the kill!
But just when it seemed a mere 10 centimeters more would land a hit on his target, Lu Yao countered in the nick of time with a punch!
This punch was unimaginably fast, striking Zhao Yuanjie's belly first, despite being the later move.
The combined kinetic energy instantly folded him in half, sending him flying once again!
At the same time, Lu Yao's form twisted as he intercepted Zhao Yuanjie's trajectory with almost teleportation speed, landing a punch directly on the "Mingmen Acupoint" in the middle line of his waist!
Such an attack method was tantamount to stacking the force of the previous blow, which surely must have been quite painful.
Zhao Yuanjie's entire face contorted, and he let out a pained scream: "Ah!!!" It was utterly unbearable.
Nevertheless, being a cultivator of both Immortal arts and martial Kung Fu, and having been nourished by the essence of life since birth, he possessed all the defensive and vitality traits of someone in the Primordial Realm.
Moreover, under the empowered state of his "Magic Domain," after enduring several brutal hits, he unexpectedly fought back fiercely.
At this moment, Zhao Yuanjie forcibly steadied himself, turned around boldly, and with a punch, matched Lu Yao's attack with attack, blow for blow.
"Flame Emperor Fist: Thousand Peaks Collapse!"
Still using the technique that focused all his body's strength at one point, Zhao Yuanjie used this as his counterattack signal, putting forth 120% of his effort and reaching incredible speeds!
At this point, the two were close enough for their faces to touch, and his punch came in the blink of an eye.
Normally speaking, Lu Yao should not have been able to react.
But in that critical moment, he subtly adjusted his body like a gentle breeze swaying willows.
Allowing Zhao Yuanjie's ferocious strike to whoosh past his ear, leaving behind a hole in the ground large enough to serve as a sports stadium.
On the other hand, Lu Yao's fist, seizing the opportunity, landed squarely on Zhao Yuanjie's chest, sending him flying again.
"Impossible!" With his chest in excruciating pain, Zhao Yuanjie wore a look of disbelief.
If they were of the same realm, why was his opponent so much stronger?
That would be bad enough, but the opponent's attacks also carried a special mental force, rendering his "Undying Golden Body" nearly ineffective!
"Your Highness, you are just too weak. The practice of both Immortal Martial arts is a joke,"
As Lu Yao spoke, his actions never ceased, pummeling his opponent like a tennis ball, sending them flying across the sky.
In the midst of the exploding vast waves of force, the earth tore like paper, rising ten thousand meters into the sky.
The Qin Sisters and a multitude of Golden Armored Heavenly Soldiers kept retreating, dodging the massive stones whistling past.
Qin Yuqing simply couldn't believe the scene before her eyes was real!
That man surnamed Lu was actually a master of the Primordial Realm!
The unmatched, overwhelmingly mighty Crown Prince was being thrown around the sky by him!
As an onlooker, Qin Yuqing could see it all very clearly.
In terms of physical strength, Lu Yao didn't have an absolute advantage, as everyone's offensive and defensive attributes were roughly the same.
But his reaction speed was simply too fast! And that's what allowed for his control over power.
Her own prince needed 0.2 seconds to deliver a strike, while the man surnamed Lu only needed 0.01 seconds!
No one could see how he threw his punches; by the time they reacted, they had already been hit!
"This can't go on, we'll be doomed!"
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Qin Yuqing shouted to the Golden Armored Heavenly Soldiers, "Quick, to his rescue! Return to the Imperial Capital and summon His Majesty!"
"You wish, you bitch! As if I don't exist!"
Qin Yingying, having just released her seals and eager to stretch, immediately blocked their way.
Desperate to save her man, Qin Yuqing lost her composure and cursed furiously,
"You slut! Should've turned you into a toilet slave when we had the chance!"
The great Cultivators of Xuanhuang Realm also need to relieve themselves, but to assert their status, they often use people as toilet paper.
Qin Yingying was immediately enraged and coldly said,
"Zhao Yuanjie has been busy with his cultivation all this time, and you are still untouched! Later, I will have Lu Yao defile you in front of him, and we shall see if you can still maintain that bitchy demeanor!"
The surrounding Golden Armored Heavenly Soldiers gasped in shock! Demon Cultivator women indeed have bizarre ways of thinking!
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And during the few sentences exchanged, Zhao Yuanjie was faring even worse.
He was covered with wounds, looking like a squashed can forcibly reshaped back into form.
Utilizing the force from the beatings, the Crown Prince purposely moved closer to the side of the Golden Armored Heavenly Soldiers and roared,
"Attack, kill him!"
While speaking, he also threw several nearby Heavenly Soldiers toward Lu Yao.
These Military Soldiers were merely at the Nascent Soul Stage, and Lu Yao couldn't be bothered with them, slashing away with his Yin Yang Twin Swords.
The scene turned into a brutal display reminiscent of Fruit Ninja, with various shaped limbs scattering across the sky.
There was also Qin Yuqing, enduring her sister's attacks, desperately throwing herself at him, clawing and biting while shrieking, "Your Highness, run!"
In consideration of Qin Yingying, Lu Yao merely slapped the woman away.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yuanjie had taken the opportunity to activate his escape light and flee towards the Imperial Capital, his speed incredibly fast.
At that moment, Qin Yingying had her sister, who had been skewered all over, firmly in her grasp.
Seeing this, she sneered, "Your prince, I'm afraid he won't get far."
She had seen how Lu Yao had chased just now. The escape arts of Cultivators, hardly effective in comparison.
As expected, Lu Yao once again showcased the terrifying speed of "stretching into a blurred shadow," catching Zhao Yuanjie in midair like a missile hitting a plane!
䧪䧭䜿䊪 䓊 䋧䧭㹼䤇 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䋧㹼㹴䜿䊪㲏 㾣䧭㲏㤻㾒䎲 䓨䄘䓊㹴 䀀䴔䓊㲏㹳䧭䊪 䂧䘄䴔䡇䡇䊪䘣䊪䤇 㤾㹼㹴䡇 䘣䄘䊪 㾒䜿䝍 䓊㲏䤇 㤾㹴㹼䪬䊪㤾䴔䘄䘄䝍 㾒䡇䓊㾒䄘䊪䤇 䧭㲏䘣㹴 䘣䄘䊪 㤻㹼㹴䴔㲏䤇䎲 䪬䓊䴔㾒䧭㲏㤻 䓊 㟺䓊㾒䘣 㾣䓊㟺䊪 㹴㤾 䤇䧭㹼䘣 䓊㲏䤇 㾒䘣㹴㲏䊪 䘣㹴 㾒䴔㹼㤻䊪 㾒䜿䝍㾣䓊㹼䤇䙭
㬽䄘䧭㾒 䘣䧭䡇䊪䎲 䄘䊪 㲏㹴䘣䧭䪬䊪䓊䋧䘄䝍 㾒䘄㹴㾣䊪䤇 䤇㹴㾣㲏 䓊㾒 䄘䊪 㾒䘣㹴㹴䤇 䴔䂧 䓊㤻䓊䧭㲏䙭
㹖㲏 䪬㹴㲏䘣㹼䓊㾒䘣䎲 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴'㾒 䡇㹴䡇䊪㲏䘣䴔䡇 㾣䓊㾒 䓊䘣 䧭䘣㾒 䂧䊪䓊䜿䙭 㮯㾒 䄘䧭㾒 㹴䂧䂧㹴㲏䊪㲏䘣 㾣䊪䓊䜿䊪㲏䊪䤇䎲 䄘䊪 㤾䊪䘄䘣 䪬㹴㲏㤾䧭䤇䊪㲏䘣 䊪㲏㹴䴔㤻䄘 䘣㹴 䋧㹴䘄䤇䘄䝍 䴔㲏䘄䊪䓊㾒䄘 䄘䧭㾒 䂧㹴㾣䊪㹼㤾䴔䘄 "䡇䓊㹼䘣䧭䓊䘄 䘣䊪䪬䄘㲏䧭䲡䴔䊪㾒"䙭
㬽㹴 䜿䧭䘄䘄 䓊㲏 䊪㲏䊪䡇䝍 㹴㤾 䘣䄘䊪 㾒䓊䡇䊪 㹼䓊㲏䜿䎲 䄘䊪 㾒䘣䧭䘄䘄 㲏䊪䊪䤇䊪䤇 䘣㹴 㤻䓊䘣䄘䊪㹼 㾒䘣㹼䊪㲏㤻䘣䄘䙭
㬽䄘䊪 㲏䊪㖋䘣 㾒䊪䪬㹴㲏䤇䎲 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴'㾒 㤾䧭㤻䴔㹼䊪 㤾䘄䓊㾒䄘䊪䤇䎲 䧭㲏㾒䘣䓊㲏䘣䘄䝍 䓊䂧䂧䊪䓊㹼䧭㲏㤻 䧭㲏 㤾㹼㹴㲏䘣 㹴㤾 䄘䧭㾒 㹴䂧䂧㹴㲏䊪㲏䘣䎲 䓊㲏䤇 㾣䧭䘣䄘㹴䴔䘣 䓊 㾣㹴㹼䤇䎲 䄘䊪 䴔㲏䘄䊪䓊㾒䄘䊪䤇 "㓎䊪㤻㹼䊪䘣 㹴㤾 䘣䄘䊪 㼑㹼䓊㤻㹴㲏"䪨
㬍䊪䊪䧭㲏㤻 䘣䄘䧭㾒䎲 䓨䄘䓊㹴 䀀䴔䓊㲏㹳䧭䊪 㾣䓊㾒 䓊䪬䘣䴔䓊䘄䘄䝍 㹴㟺䊪㹼㹳㹴䝍䊪䤇䪨
"㴳䘄䓊䡇䊪 㕈䡇䂧䊪㹼㹴㹼 㴳䧭㾒䘣䨵 䊊㹴㾣䘄 䘣㹴 䘣䄘䊪 㦽䧭㲏䊪 䊊䊪䓊㟺䊪㲏㾒䪨"
"㴳䘄䓊䡇䊪 㕈䡇䂧䊪㹼㹴㹼 㴳䧭㾒䘣䨵 㬽㹼䊪䓊䤇 䘣䄘䊪 㴳䧭㹼䡇䓊䡇䊪㲏䘣䪨"
䬩㹼㹴䂧䂧䧭㲏㤻 䴔䂧 䄘䧭㾒 䋧䓊䘣䘣䊪㹼䊪䤇 䋧㹴䤇䝍䎲 䓨䄘䓊㹴 䀀䴔䓊㲏㹳䧭䊪 䴔㲏䘄䊪䓊㾒䄘䊪䤇 䘣䄘䊪 䘣䄘㹼䊪䊪 䡇㹴㾒䘣 䂧㹴㾣䊪㹼㤾䴔䘄 䡇䓊㹼䘣䧭䓊䘄 㾒䜿䧭䘄䘄㾒 䄘䊪 䜿㲏䊪㾣 䧭㲏 䓊㲏 䧭㲏㾒䘣䓊㲏䘣䪨
䊊䊪 䋧䊪㤻䓊㲏 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䓊 䘣䄘䴔㲏䤇䊪㹼㹴䴔㾒 㹼㹴䓊㹼䎲 㾒䊪㲏䤇䧭㲏㤻 㹴䴔䘣 䓊 㾒䴔㹼㤻䧭㲏㤻 㾒㹴䴔㲏䤇 㾣䓊㟺䊪 䘣㹴 㾒䄘㹴䪬䜿 䄘䧭㾒 䊪㲏䊪䡇䝍䙭
㬽䄘䊪 䘣䄘㹼䊪䊪 䘣䊪䪬䄘㲏䧭䲡䴔䊪㾒 䪬㹴䡇䋧䧭㲏䊪䤇 䧭㲏䘣㹴 㹴㲏䊪䎲 䘣䄘䊪䧭㹼 䂧㹴㾣䊪㹼 䓊㾒䘣㹴㲏䧭㾒䄘䧭㲏㤻䎲 䪬㹼䊪䓊䘣䧭㲏㤻 䓊㲏 䴔䂧㹼㹴䓊㹼 䊪㟺䊪㲏 䡇㹴㹼䊪 䧭㲏䘣䊪㲏㾒䊪 䘣䄘䓊㲏 䓊 㹼㹴䪬䜿䊪䘣 䘄䓊䴔㲏䪬䄘 㹳䴔㾒䘣 䋧䝍 䘣䄘䊪 䓊䪬䘣 㹴㤾 䊪㖋䊪䪬䴔䘣䧭㹴㲏䙭
㴳䓊䪬䧭㲏㤻 㾒䴔䪬䄘 䓊 䤇䊪㾒䂧䊪㹼䓊䘣䊪 䓊䘣䘣䓊䪬䜿䎲 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 䪬䄘䓊㲏㤻䊪䤇 䄘䧭㾒 䂧㹼䊪㟺䧭㹴䴔㾒 䘣䓊䪬䘣䧭䪬㾒䎲 䧭㤻㲏䧭䘣䧭㲏㤻 㰄㼀㼀 㦽䴔䪬䘄䊪䓊㹼 㴳䴔㾒䧭㹴㲏 㮯䪬䴔䂧㹴䧭㲏䘣㾒 䘣䄘㹼㹴䴔㤻䄘㹴䴔䘣 䄘䧭㾒 䋧㹴䤇䝍 䓊㲏䤇 䡇䊪䊪䘣䧭㲏㤻 䘣䄘䊪 䓊䘣䘣䓊䪬䜿 䄘䊪䓊䤇㭍㹴㲏 㾣䧭䘣䄘㹴䴔䘣 䤇㹴䤇㤻䧭㲏㤻䪨
㬽䄘䊪 㤻㹼㹴䴔㲏䤇 䋧䊪㲏䊪䓊䘣䄘 䘣䄘䊪䧭㹼 㤾䊪䊪䘣 䘣䴔㹼㲏䊪䤇 䧭㲏䘣㹴 䓊 "㹼䓊㤻䧭㲏㤻 㾒䊪䓊䎲" 㾣䧭䘣䄘 㾣䓊㟺䊪 䓊㤾䘣䊪㹼 㾣䓊㟺䊪 㹴㤾 䤇䧭㹼䘣 䓊㲏䤇 㾒䘣㹴㲏䊪㗅 䘣䄘䊪 㾒䜿䝍 㾣䓊㾒 㾒㾣䊪䂧䘣 䪬䘄䊪䓊㲏䎲 䓊 䄘䴔㹼㹼䧭䪬䓊㲏䊪 䪬䘄䊪䓊㹼䧭㲏㤻 䓊䘄䘄 䪬䘄㹴䴔䤇㾒 㾣䧭䘣䄘䧭㲏 䓊 䘣䄘㹴䴔㾒䓊㲏䤇 䡇䧭䘄䊪㾒䙭
㬽䄘䊪 㤻䓊䂧 䋧䊪䘣㾣䊪䊪㲏 䘣䄘䊪䧭㹼 㚢䓊㹼䘣䧭䓊䘄 㼑䓊㹴 䥪䴔䘄䘣䧭㟺䓊䘣䧭㹴㲏 㾣䓊㾒 䓊䪬䘣䴔䓊䘄䘄䝍 㲏㹴䘣 䘄䓊㹼㤻䊪䙭
㘛䴔䘣 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 䄘䓊䤇 䓊 㾒䂧䧭㹼䧭䘣䊪䤇 䓊㲏䤇 䂧㹼㹴㤾㹴䴔㲏䤇 㬽㹼䴔䊪 㹖㲏䘣䊪㲏䘣 㹴㤾 䘣䄘䊪 㚢䓊㹼䘣䧭䓊䘄 䬩䓊䘣䄘䎲 䓊䘄㹴㲏㤻 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䓊 㼑䧭㟺䧭㲏䊪 㬽䄘㹴䴔㤻䄘䘣 㾒㹴 㾒䘣㹼㹴㲏㤻 䧭䘣 䪬㹴䴔䘄䤇 䘣䊪䓊㹼 䘣䄘㹼㹴䴔㤻䄘 㾒䂧䓊䪬䊪䙭
䙬䧭䘣䄘 䘣䄘䧭㾒 㾒䴔䂧䂧㹴㹼䘣䎲 䄘䧭㾒 㤾㹴㹼䪬䊪 㾣䓊㾒 䪬㹴䡇䂧㹼䊪㾒㾒䊪䤇 䘣㹴 䧭䘣㾒 䴔䘣䡇㹴㾒䘣 䘄䧭䡇䧭䘣䎲 䘄䧭䜿䊪 䓊㲏 "䓊㹼䡇㹴㹼㭍䂧䧭䊪㹼䪬䧭㲏㤻 䋧䴔䘄䘄䊪䘣"䪨
㮯䡇䧭䤇 䓊 㾣㹴㹼䘄䤇㭍㾒䄘䓊䜿䧭㲏㤻 㾒䪬㹼䊪䓊䡇䎲 䘣䄘䊪 䡇䓊㲏'㾒 䓊㹼䡇㾒 䋧䴔㹼㾒䘣 㹴䂧䊪㲏 㤾㹼㹴䡇 䘣䄘䊪 䧭㲏㾒䧭䤇䊪 㹴䴔䘣䎲 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䘣䊪㲏䤇㹴㲏㾒 㾒㲏䓊䂧䂧䧭㲏㤻 䓊㲏䤇 䋧㹴㲏䊪㾒 㤾㹼䓊䪬䘣䴔㹼䧭㲏㤻䎲 䋧䊪䪬㹴䡇䧭㲏㤻 㤻㹼㹴䘣䊪㾒䲡䴔䊪䘄䝍 䘣㾣䧭㾒䘣䊪䤇䙭
䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 䡇䊪㹼䊪䘄䝍 䘣㹴㹴䜿 䘣䄘㹼䊪䊪 㾒䘣䊪䂧㾒 䋧䓊䪬䜿 䓊㲏䤇 㾣䓊㾒 䴔㲏䄘䓊㹼䡇䊪䤇䙭
"䀀㹴䴔'㹼䊪 㲏㹴䘣 䓊 䂧㹼䓊䪬䘣䧭䘣䧭㹴㲏䊪㹼 㹴㤾 㹖䡇䡇㹴㹼䘣䓊䘄 㚢䓊㹼䘣䧭䓊䘄䪨 㬽䄘䧭㾒 䧭㾒䙭䙭䙭 㬍䂧䧭㹼䧭䘣 㓎䊪㤾䧭㲏䊪䡇䊪㲏䘣䪨 䀀㹴䴔 䄘䓊㟺䊪 䓊㲏 䊪㖋䘣㹼䊪䡇䊪䘄䝍 䄘䧭㤻䄘 䘄䊪㟺䊪䘄 㹴㤾 㬍䂧䧭㹼䧭䘣 㓎䊪㤾䧭㲏䧭㲏㤻 㬍䘣䓊㤻䊪䪨"
"㹖㲏䤇䊪䊪䤇䎲 䧭䘣 䘣㹴㹴䜿 䝍㹴䴔 䘄㹴㲏㤻 䊪㲏㹴䴔㤻䄘 䘣㹴 㲏㹴䘣䧭䪬䊪䙭"
䙬䧭䘣䄘 䘣䄘䊪 䡇䝍㾒䘣䊪㹼䝍 㹼䊪㟺䊪䓊䘄䊪䤇䎲 䋧㹴䘣䄘 䓨䄘䓊㹴 䀀䴔䓊㲏㹳䧭䊪 䓊㲏䤇 䘣䄘䊪 㵭䧭㲏 㬍䧭㾒䘣䊪㹼㾒 㾣䊪㹼䊪 䧭㲏 䤇䧭㾒䋧䊪䘄䧭䊪㤾䪨
䊊䊪 䊪㟺䊪㲏 㹼㹴䓊㹼䊪䤇 㹴㲏 䘣䄘䊪 㾒䂧㹴䘣䎲 "㬽䄘䧭㾒 䤇䓊䡇㲏 㤾㹼䴔㾒䘣㹼䓊䘣䧭㲏㤻 䥪䴔䘄䘣䧭㟺䓊䘣䧭㹴㲏 䡇䊪䘣䄘㹴䤇䙭䙭䙭 䄘㹴㾣 䪬䓊㲏 䝍㹴䴔 䂧㹴㾒㾒䧭䋧䘄䝍 䄘䓊㟺䊪 㹼䊪䓊䪬䄘䊪䤇 㾒䴔䪬䄘 䓊 䄘䧭㤻䄘 㹼䊪䓊䘄䡇䪨"
㬽䄘䊪 䂧㹼䧭㲏䪬䊪 䄘䓊䤇 㾒䴔㤾㤾䊪㹼䊪䤇 㤻㹼䊪䓊䘣䘄䝍䎲 䊪㖋䄘䓊䴔㾒䘣䧭㲏㤻 䄘䴔㤻䊪 䊪㤾㤾㹴㹼䘣㾒 㾣䧭䘣䄘㹴䴔䘣 䋧㹼䊪䓊䜿䧭㲏㤻 䘣䄘㹼㹴䴔㤻䄘 䘣䄘䊪 "㾒䧭䘣䘣䧭㲏㤻 䧭㲏 㹴䋧䘄䧭㟺䧭㹴㲏" 㾒䘣䓊㤻䊪䎲 䓊㲏䤇 㤾㹴䴔㲏䤇 䧭䘣 䊪㟺䊪㲏 䄘䓊㹼䤇䊪㹼 䘣㹴 䓊䪬䪬䊪䂧䘣 䘣䄘䓊䘣 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 䂧㹴㾒㾒䊪㾒㾒䊪䤇 㾒䴔䪬䄘 䓊 䄘䧭㤻䄘 䘄䊪㟺䊪䘄 㹴㤾 㬍䂧䧭㹼䧭䘣 㓎䊪㤾䧭㲏䧭㲏㤻 䥪䴔䘄䘣䧭㟺䓊䘣䧭㹴㲏䙭
䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 㤾㹴䴔㲏䤇 䘣䄘䧭㾒 䡇䓊㲏 㹼䊪䂧䴔䘄㾒䧭㟺䊪 䓊㲏䤇 䪬㹴䴔䘄䤇㲏'䘣 䋧䊪 䋧㹴䘣䄘䊪㹼䊪䤇 䘣㹴 䊪㖋䂧䘄䓊䧭㲏䎲 䪬㹴㲏䪬䊪㲏䘣㹼䓊䘣䧭㲏㤻 䓊 䘣䊪㹼㹼䧭㤾䝍䧭㲏㤻 䓊䡇㹴䴔㲏䘣 㹴㤾 䊪㲏䊪㹼㤻䝍 䧭㲏 䄘䧭㾒 䂧䓊䘄䡇㾒䎲 䂧㹼䊪䂧䓊㹼䧭㲏㤻 䘣㹴 䜿䧭䘄䘄 䄘䧭䡇 㹴㲏 䘣䄘䊪 㾒䂧㹴䘣䙭
㵭䧭㲏 䀀䴔䲡䧭㲏㤻 䓊䘄㾒㹴 㾒䓊䧭䤇䎲 "㦽㹴 㹴㲏䊪 䪬䓊㲏 䊪㾒䪬䓊䂧䊪 䘣䄘䊪 䂧䴔㹼㾒䴔䧭䘣 㹴㤾 䓊㲏 㹖䡇䡇㹴㹼䘣䓊䘄 㕈䡇䂧䊪㹼㹴㹼䎲 䀀㹴䴔㲏㤻 㚢䓊㾒䘣䊪㹼 䧪䴔 㾒䄘㹴䴔䘄䤇 䜿㲏㹴㾣 䘣㹴 䘄䊪䓊㟺䊪 䓊 䘄䧭㲏䊪䙭䙭䙭"
㮯䘣 䘣䄘䧭㾒 䡇㹴䡇䊪㲏䘣䎲 㵭䧭㲏 䀀䧭㲏㤻䝍䧭㲏㤻 䴔㹼㤻䊪㲏䘣䘄䝍 㾒䓊䧭䤇䎲 "㼑㹴㲏'䘣 䋧䊪䘄䧭䊪㟺䊪 䘣䄘䊪 䋧䴔䘄䘄㾒䄘䧭䘣 㤾㹼㹴䡇 䘣䄘䊪㾒䊪 䋧䓊㾒䘣䓊㹼䤇㾒䪨 㹖㤾 䝍㹴䴔 䘄䊪䘣 䘣䄘䊪䡇 㤻㹴 䘣㹴䤇䓊䝍䎲 䘣䄘䊪䝍 㾣䧭䘄䘄 㾒䊪䊪䜿 㹼䊪㟺䊪㲏㤻䊪 䘣㹴䡇㹴㹼㹼㹴㾣䪨"
"䀀㹴䴔'㹼䊪 䘣䓊䘄䜿䧭㲏㤻 㲏㹴㲏㾒䊪㲏㾒䊪䪨 䊊䧭㾒 䊊䧭㤻䄘㲏䊪㾒㾒 䧭㾒 䘣䄘䊪 䡇㹴㾒䘣 䊪㾒䘣䊪䊪䡇䊪䤇 䂧㹼䧭㲏䪬䊪䪨"
"䙬䧭䘣䄘 䘣䄘䊪 㹖䡇䡇㹴㹼䘣䓊䘄 㕈䡇䂧䊪㹼㹴㹼㾒 㹴㤾 㟝䧭㲏 䓊㲏䤇 㵭䧭㲏 䂧㹼䊪㾒㾒䧭㲏㤻 㾒䘣䊪䂧 䋧䝍 㾒䘣䊪䂧䎲 䤇㹴䊪㾒 䘣䄘䓊䘣 㹴䘄䤇 䤇㹴㤻 䤇䓊㹼䊪 䘣㹴 䪬㹴䡇䊪 㹴䴔䘣 㹴㤾 䄘䧭㾒 䄘㹴䘄䊪䪨"
㹖㲏 䘣䄘䊪 䘣䧭䡇䊪 㹴㤾 䓊 㤾䊪㾣 㾒䊪㲏䘣䊪㲏䪬䊪㾒䎲 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 䄘䓊䤇 䓊䘄㹼䊪䓊䤇䝍 㤻䓊䘣䄘䊪㹼䊪䤇 䄘䧭㾒 㾒䘣㹼䊪㲏㤻䘣䄘 䓊㲏䤇 㾒䓊䧭䤇 䪬䓊䘄䡇䘄䝍䎲
"㦽㹴 㲏䊪䊪䤇 㤾㹴㹼 䡇㹴㹼䊪 㾣㹴㹼䤇㾒䎲 㹖 㲏䊪㟺䊪㹼 䪬㹴䡇䂧㹼㹴䡇䧭㾒䊪 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䡇㹴㲏㾒䘣䊪㹼㾒 䘣䄘䓊䘣 䊪䓊䘣 䄘䴔䡇䓊㲏㾒䙭"
㘛䴔䘣 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 䄘䓊䤇 䓊䘄㹼䊪䓊䤇䝍 㾒䓊䧭䤇䎲 "㮯䘣 䘄䊪䓊㾒䘣 䝍㹴䴔'㹼䊪 䧭㲏 䘣䄘䊪 䬩㹼䧭䡇㹴㹼䤇䧭䓊䘄 㓎䊪䓊䘄䡇䎲 䤇䧭䊪 䘄䧭䜿䊪 䓊 䡇䓊㲏 䓊㲏䤇 㹼䊪䘣䓊䧭㲏 㾒㹴䡇䊪 䤇䧭㤻㲏䧭䘣䝍䙭"
䊊䓊㟺䧭㲏㤻 㾒䓊䧭䤇 䘣䄘䓊䘣䎲 䄘䧭㾒 䘄䊪㤾䘣 䂧䓊䘄䡇 䊪㖋䊪䪬䴔䘣䊪䤇 "㓎䊪㤻㹼䊪䘣 㹴㤾 䘣䄘䊪 㼑㹼䓊㤻㹴㲏" 䓊㲏䤇 䄘䧭㾒 㹼䧭㤻䄘䘣 䂧䓊䘄䡇 "㘛䴔䤇䤇䄘䓊 㬍䄘䓊䜿䊪㾒 㚢㹴䴔㲏䘣䓊䧭㲏㾒 䓊㲏䤇 㓎䧭㟺䊪㹼㾒"䎲 㾒䘣㹼䧭䜿䧭㲏㤻 㹴䴔䘣 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䘣䄘䊪 㾒㹴䴔㲏䤇 㹴㤾 㹼㹴䘄䘄䧭㲏㤻 䘣䄘䴔㲏䤇䊪㹼䪨
䊽㲏㤾㹴㹼䘣䴔㲏䓊䘣䊪䘄䝍䎲 䓊 䂧䊪㹼㾒㹴㲏'㾒 䪬㹴䴔㹼䓊㤻䊪䎲 㤻㹴㹴䤇㲏䊪㾒㾒 㹴㹼 䊪㟺䧭䘄䎲 䄘䓊㟺䊪 㲏㹴䘣䄘䧭㲏㤻 䘣㹴 䤇㹴 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䘣䄘䊪䧭㹼 㾒䘣㹼䊪㲏㤻䘣䄘䙭
㹖㲏 䘣䄘䊪 㤾䓊䪬䊪 㹴㤾 䧭䡇䂧䊪㲏䤇䧭㲏㤻 䤇䊪䓊䘣䄘䎲 䓨䄘䓊㹴 䀀䴔䓊㲏㹳䧭䊪 㾣䓊㾒 䘣䊪㹼㹼䧭㤾䧭䊪䤇 䘣㹴 䘣䄘䊪 䊪㖋䘣㹼䊪䡇䊪䎲 㤾㹼䓊㲏䘣䧭䪬䓊䘄䘄䝍 㾒䓊䝍䧭㲏㤻䎲
㵭䧭㲏 䀀䴔䲡䧭㲏㤻 䓊䘄㾒㹴 㾒䪬㹼䊪䓊䡇䊪䤇䎲 "㼑㹴㲏'䘣 䄘䓊㹼䡇 䊊䧭㾒 䊊䧭㤻䄘㲏䊪㾒㾒䪨 㹖 䓊䡇 㾣䧭䘄䘄䧭㲏㤻 䘣㹴 䋧䊪 䝍㹴䴔㹼㾒䎲 㹖 㾒䘣䧭䘄䘄 䄘䓊㟺䊪 䡇䝍 䧭㲏㲏㹴䪬䊪㲏䪬䊪䙭䙭䙭"
㘛䴔䘣 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴'㾒 䂧䓊䘄䡇㾒䎲 䋧㹼䧭䡇䡇䧭㲏㤻 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䓊 㹼䊪㾒㹴䘄䴔䘣䊪 䧭㲏䘣䊪㲏䘣 䘣㹴 䜿䧭䘄䘄䎲 䄘䧭䘣 䓨䄘䓊㹴 䀀䴔䓊㲏㹳䧭䊪'㾒 䪬䄘䊪㾒䘣 䓊㲏䤇 㤾㹴㹼䊪䄘䊪䓊䤇 㾒䧭䡇䴔䘄䘣䓊㲏䊪㹴䴔㾒䘄䝍䪨
㮯㤾䘣䊪㹼㾣䓊㹼䤇㾒䎲 䄘䧭㾒 㦽䴔䪬䘄䊪䓊㹼 㴳䴔㾒䧭㹴㲏 㮯䪬䴔䂧㹴䧭㲏䘣㾒 䓊䪬䘣䴔䓊䘄䘄䝍 䋧䊪㤻䓊㲏 䘣㹴 䤇䊪䘣㹴㲏䓊䘣䊪 㹴㲏䊪 䓊㤾䘣䊪㹼 䓊㲏㹴䘣䄘䊪㹼䎲 䘄䊪䓊㟺䧭㲏㤻 䄘䧭䡇 䤇䧭㾒䡇䊪䡇䋧䊪㹼䊪䤇䎲 䓊㲏䤇 䊪㟺䊪㲏 䋧䘄䓊㾒䘣䊪䤇 䓊 䄘䴔㤻䊪 䧭㹼㹼䊪㤻䴔䘄䓊㹼 䪬㹼䓊䘣䊪㹼 䧭㲏䘣㹴 䘣䄘䊪 㤻㹼㹴䴔㲏䤇䙭
䙬䧭䘣㲏䊪㾒㾒䧭㲏㤻 䘣䄘䧭㾒 㾒䪬䊪㲏䊪䎲 㵭䧭㲏 䀀䴔䲡䧭㲏㤻 㾣䓊㾒 䧭㲏 㾒䄘㹴䪬䜿䎲 䘣䄘䊪㲏 㾒䴔䤇䤇䊪㲏䘄䝍 䋧䴔㹼㾒䘣 䧭㲏䘣㹴 䘣䊪䓊㹼㾒䎲
䊽䂧㹴㲏 䄘䊪䓊㹼䧭㲏㤻 䘣䄘䧭㾒䎲 㵭䧭㲏 䀀䧭㲏㤻䝍䧭㲏㤻 㾒䘄䓊䂧䂧䊪䤇 䄘䊪㹼 䄘䓊㹼䤇 䓊䪬㹼㹴㾒㾒 䘣䄘䊪 㤾䓊䪬䊪䎲
"䊊㹴㾣 䡇䓊㲏䝍 䂧䊪㹴䂧䘄䊪 䄘䓊㟺䊪 䝍㹴䴔 䜿䧭䘄䘄䊪䤇 㾣䧭䘣䄘㹴䴔䘣 䓊 㾒䄘㹼䊪䤇 㹴㤾 㹼䊪䡇㹴㹼㾒䊪䪨 㕈㟺䊪㲏 䧭㤾 䝍㹴䴔 䓊㹼䊪 䡇䝍 㹴㾣㲏 㾒䧭㾒䘣䊪㹼䎲 㹖 㾣䧭䘄䘄 㲏䊪㟺䊪㹼 㤾㹴㹼㤻䧭㟺䊪 䝍㹴䴔䪨"
㹖㲏 䘣䄘䓊䘣 䡇㹴䡇䊪㲏䘣䎲 㵭䧭㲏 䀀䴔䲡䧭㲏㤻 㾒䴔䤇䤇䊪㲏䘄䝍 㹼䊪䡇䊪䡇䋧䊪㹼䊪䤇 㾣䄘䓊䘣 䄘䊪㹼 㾒䧭㾒䘣䊪㹼 䄘䓊䤇 㾒䓊䧭䤇䎲 䓊䋧㹴䴔䘣 䘄䊪䘣䘣䧭㲏㤻 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 㟺䧭㹴䘄䓊䘣䊪 䄘䊪㹼 䧭㲏 䂧䊪㹼㾒㹴㲏䙭䙭䙭
㬍䄘䊪 㾒䘣㹼䴔㤻㤻䘄䊪䤇 䤇䊪㾒䂧䊪㹼䓊䘣䊪䘄䝍䎲 䪬㹼䝍䧭㲏㤻 䓊㲏䤇 㾒䪬㹼䊪䓊䡇䧭㲏㤻䎲 "㦽㹴䪨 㦽㹴䪨"
㵭䧭㲏 䀀䧭㲏㤻䝍䧭㲏㤻 㾒䘄䓊䂧䂧䊪䤇 䄘䊪㹼 䓊㤻䓊䧭㲏䎲 "䀀㹴䴔 㾣䧭㾒䄘䪨"
䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴䨵 䰒䰒䰒
䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 㾒䓊㾣 㲏㹴 㹼䊪䓊㾒㹴㲏 㲏㹴䘣 䘣㹴 䓊㲏䤇 䄘䓊㲏䤇䊪䤇 㹴㟺䊪㹼 䘣䄘䊪 㹼䊪䪬䊪㲏䘣䘄䝍 㤾㹴㹼䪬䧭䋧䘄䝍 㹼䊪䡇㹴㟺䊪䤇 "㬽䄘䴔㲏䤇䊪㹼 㮯䋧䝍㾒㾒 䧪㹴䪬䜿" 䋧䓊䪬䜿 䘣㹴 䄘䊪㹼䙭
㵭䧭㲏 䀀䧭㲏㤻䝍䧭㲏㤻 䘣㹴㹴䜿 䧭䘣䎲 㾒䲡䴔䊪䊪䙯䊪䤇 䓊 䤇㹼㹴䂧 㹴㤾 䋧䘄㹴㹴䤇 㹴㲏䘣㹴 䧭䘣 䘣㹴 䪬䘄䓊䧭䡇 㹴㾣㲏䊪㹼㾒䄘䧭䂧䎲 䓊㲏䤇 䘣䄘䊪㲏 䂧䴔䘣 䧭䘣 䓊㹼㹴䴔㲏䤇 䄘䊪㹼 㹴㾣㲏 㾒䧭㾒䘣䊪㹼'㾒 㲏䊪䪬䜿䙭
㵭䧭㲏 䀀䴔䲡䧭㲏㤻 䘄㹴㹴䜿䊪䤇 䴔䘣䘣䊪㹼䘄䝍 䤇䊪㤾䊪䓊䘣䊪䤇䎲 㾒䘄䴔䡇䂧䊪䤇 䘣㹴 䘣䄘䊪 㤻㹼㹴䴔㲏䤇 㾒䂧䊪䊪䪬䄘䘄䊪㾒㾒䙭
㮯䘣 䘣䄘䧭㾒 䡇㹴䡇䊪㲏䘣䎲 䘣䄘䊪 㹼䊪䡇䓊䧭㲏䧭㲏㤻 䉿㹴䘄䤇䊪㲏 㮯㹼䡇㹴㹼䊪䤇 䊊䊪䓊㟺䊪㲏䘄䝍 㬍㹴䘄䤇䧭䊪㹼㾒 㾣䊪㹼䊪 㤾䘄䊪䊪䧭㲏㤻 䧭㲏 䓊䘄䘄 䤇䧭㹼䊪䪬䘣䧭㹴㲏㾒䎲 䓊㲏䤇 䧪䴔 䀀䓊㹴 䤇䧭䤇㲏'䘣 䋧㹴䘣䄘䊪㹼 㾣䧭䘣䄘 䘣䄘䊪䡇䙭
"䀀㹴䴔㲏㤻 㚢䓊㾒䘣䊪㹼 䧪䴔䎲 䘣䄘䧭㾒 䧭㾒 䓨䄘䓊㹴 䀀䴔䓊㲏㹳䧭䊪'㾒 㚢䴔㾒䘣䓊㹼䤇 㬍䊪䊪䤇 㓎䧭㲏㤻䎲 㾣䄘䧭䪬䄘 䡇䴔㾒䘣 䪬㹴㲏䘣䓊䧭㲏 䲡䴔䧭䘣䊪 䓊 㤾䊪㾣 䘣㹼䊪䓊㾒䴔㹼䊪㾒 䧭㲏㾒䧭䤇䊪䙭䙭"
