N-M Chapter 1580: 1666: Special Skills
Chapter 1580: 1666: Special Skills
Capítulo 1580: Chapter 1666: Special Skills“Running away is definitely not an option. In this situation, trying to escape would only lead to a quicker death!”
Su Xuan clearly knew in his heart that escaping was impossible. The wolves of the Great Desert were absolutely fiercer and more desperate than real Jungle Wolves.
Survival of the fittest: In the extremely harsh conditions of the Great Desert, surviving meant they had been through countless trials, reaching an almost insane level of strength. Living in such a difficult environment is challenging, and those who survive have exceptional combat abilities.
So, trying to outrun these madmen in such a place is clearly a dead end. The reason these wolves haven’t attacked yet is that they are cunning and sly. They know now is not the best time to strike, a special skill honed through numerous trials.
If we run now, in half an hour it will be dark. The desert, with no light source, is not under a full moon, so when the sun sets, it will be pitch black.
If these Desert Wolves launch an attack, it would be extremely troublesome. In such pitch-black conditions, no matter how capable you are, it’s impossible to control the situation or stabilize the big picture.
“Then what should we do?”
Looking at Su Xuan, Brother Meng was a bit worried. Brother Meng could see that Su Xuan seemed anxious about this matter, and if something unexpected happened, it might be a big mess.
“Have everyone camp here and set up a defensive line to fight against the fierce Desert Wolves!”
Su Xuan spoke in a low voice, knowing that fighting was definitely better than not fighting. If they didn’t fight, the casualties would be severe. Although fighting the wolf pack had its risks, after weighing the pros and cons, Su Xuan thought it was still better to lead them into battle. Otherwise, the consequences might be unimaginable!
When Su Xuan came before the others, they looked at him curiously, sensing that something was wrong, but no one spoke.
“Young brother, is something going on?”
Watching Su Xuan, Bu Daming asked softly.
“We’ve hit a bit of trouble. We’ve encountered Desert Wolves. These creatures are extremely vicious, and they are crazy about food. Right now, each of us is being seen as prey.”
Su Xuan said softly.
“What? We’re doomed, really doomed this time. It looks like I’ve capsized in a ditch!” At this moment, seeing the scenes before him, Bu Daming was about to burst. Bu Daming knew very well what Desert Wolves meant. Encountering such creatures was like meeting the Devil, almost leading to death without burial.
“No need to be so pessimistic; there’s still a chance to fight!”
Su Xuan said softly.
“No, no, no… You don’t understand, young brother. Those of us who often traverse the desert know that encountering steppe wolves is like meeting demons—there’s no escaping. It seems we’ve angered the heavens, and this time we’re really doomed.”
As Bu Daming spoke, he simply sat down, looking utterly heartbroken. Seeing him like this, Su Xuan was speechless, thinking, “Jeez, this old guy is way too pessimistic.”
Su Xuan thought that if he discussed this with Bu Daming, the old guy would surely calm down a bit. After all, he had been in this place for so many years and should have quite a bit of experience. He shouldn’t be this shocked. Su Xuan couldn’t believe it. After all, one says, “He who often walks by the river eventually gets wet.” This was just ridiculous.
But now, Su Xuan believed that this guy probably had never seen them before, feeling speechless, thinking, “Jeez, I really couldn’t tell; he truly hasn’t encountered Desert Wolves.”
Others, upon hearing there were wolves, paled. This was quite frightening. Although they had never seen a wolf pack, they had watched them on TV, and they were genuinely terrifying. These people were nothing but white-faced scholars without the strength to truss a chicken; encountering such a situation, it’s impossible not to be scared.
“I say, Brother Bu, don’t tell me you’ve never encountered a wolf pack!”
Looking at Bu Daming, Su Xuan was curious, thinking, “No way, this guy doesn’t seem like someone who hasn’t encountered a wolf pack.”
“I really haven’t. Although I know there indeed are wolf packs in this desert, I never truly encountered one!”
Seeing Bu Daming, Su Xuan couldn’t help but laugh, thinking, “Your luck is really something. I didn’t expect you to be this lucky; it’s quite unusual.”
“Brother Bu, if you bought a lottery ticket with this luck, you’d surely hit the jackpot!”
Su Xuan said, full of admiration. When Su Xuan had finished, Bu Daming felt a bit embarrassed and said,
“Aren’t we just doomed this time?”
Bu Daming still felt desolate inside. Even though he hadn’t seen a wolf pack before, he knew that encountering one in this desert usually meant certain death.
“Young brother, do you have any ideas now? We can’t just sit here and wait to die!”
At this moment, Huo Qiyin felt helpless as well. He had worked so hard to prepare and bring students here for examination, promising not to return without finding the underground palace. But he didn’t expect to potentially perish here so soon; it was too tragic.
“Let’s escape quickly! We have camels; we can surely get away!”
One of the men said hurriedly, his heart filled with fear. For them, few had the courage and resolve to face death calmly. Upon hearing there was a wolf pack, they already felt a chill in their hearts.
“Where can we escape to? We’re facing a wolf pack, not just one or two. Wolves are social animals, and they will gnaw us to the bone!”
Bu Daming said, feeling despair, then sat on the ground, clasped his hands together, and looked like he was praying for himself.
“What do we do now? I don’t want to die yet; I haven’t gotten married!”
One of the men said helplessly.
“Jianguo, what nonsense are you spouting? Can’t you show a little backbone?”
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“䫢㒒㧧㒒䨲 䟖㺟㪄 㨫䶜㠼䨲 䘙㧧㘜㠦 㘜㠦 㓞䪤㠦䘙 㧧䪤㨫䶜㠼 㠼䶜䘙䪤䂐㒒䨲 㠼䟖䘙㧧㘜㠼㣁 䎍䂐䟖㠼㣁 䎍㘜䘙㧧 䘙㧧䶜䘙㸢 䞒䟖䪤㠼㣁 㨫䶜㠼䨲 䍅 䶜䢃䘙䪤䶜㺟㺟䓟 䶜㪄㨫㘜䂐㒒 䓟䟖䪤䂐 㠦㘜㠼䢃㒒䂐㘜䘙䓟㸢 䲘䓟㘜㠼㣁 䎍㘜䘙㧧䟖䪤䘙 㧧䶜㬽㘜㠼㣁 䲾㒒㒒㠼 㨫䶜䂐䂐㘜㒒㪄 㘜㠦 䂐㒒䶜㺟㺟䓟 䶜 䫍㘜䘙䓟㸢 䍅㠼 䘙㧧㘜㠦 㺟㘜㶯㒒䨲 㘜䘙’㠦 㒙䪤㘜䘙㒒 䪤㠼㒒䢃䟖㠼䟖㨫㘜䢃䶜㺟䙬”
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“䒅㘜㨫䫍㺟㒒䨲 㠦㒒䘙 䪤䫍 䢃䶜㨫䫍 㧧㒒䂐㒒㸢 㥞㧧㒒 䎍䟖㺟㬽㒒㠦 㧧䶜㬽㒒㠼’䘙 䶜䘙䘙䶜䢃䨀㒒㪄 䓟㒒䘙 䲾㒒䢃䶜䪤㠦㒒 䘙㧧㒒䓟 䶜䂐㒒 䎍䶜㘜䘙㘜㠼㣁 㶯䟖䂐 䘙㧧㒒 䂐㘜㣁㧧䘙 㨫䟖㨫㒒㠼䘙 䘙䟖 䢃䟖䪤㠼䘙㒒䂐䶜䘙䘙䶜䢃䨀 䪤㠦㸢 䒅䟖䨲 㶯䟖䂐 䪤㠦䨲 䎍㧧䶜䘙’㠦 㨫䟖㠦䘙 㘜㨫䫍䟖䂐䘙䶜㠼䘙 㠼䟖䎍 㘜㠦 䘙䟖 䪤㠼㘜䘙㒒 䟖䪤䂐 䫍䟖䎍㒒䂐㸢 䮤㠼㺟䓟 㘜㶯 䟖䪤䂐 䫍䟖䎍㒒䂐 㘜㠦 䪤㠼㘜㶯㘜㒒㪄 䢃䶜㠼 䎍㒒 䫍䟖㠦㠦㘜䲾㺟䓟 㪄㒒㶯㒒䶜䘙 䘙㧧㒒㠦㒒 䎍䟖㺟㬽㒒㠦㸢 䀊䂐䟖㨫 㠼䟖䎍 䟖㠼䨲 㒒㬽㒒䂐䓟䟖㠼㒒 㶯䟖㺟㺟䟖䎍㠦 㨫䓟 䢃䟖㨫㨫䶜㠼㪄㟀 㒙䪤㘜䢃䨀㺟䓟 䢃㘜䂐䢃㺟㒒 䘙㧧㒒 䢃䶜㨫㒒㺟㠦㸢 㥞㧧㒒 䢃䶜㨫㒒㺟㠦’ 㺟㒒㣁㠦 䶜䂐㒒 㬽㒒䂐䓟 㠦䘙䂐䟖㠼㣁䨲 䎍䟖㺟㬽㒒㠦 㣁㒒㠼㒒䂐䶜㺟㺟䓟 㪄䟖㠼’䘙 䶜䘙䘙䶜䢃䨀 䢃䶜㨫㒒㺟㠦 䲾㒒䢃䶜䪤㠦㒒 䟖㠼㒒 䨀㘜䢃䨀 䢃䶜㠼 䨀㘜㺟㺟 䶜 䎍䟖㺟㶯㸢
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㪄㒒㸢㒒㶯㠦㒒㠼
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㠦䨲㘜䘙䂐㶯
㠼䶜㪄
㧧䶜㬽㒒
㣁䟖㠼㺟
㘜㶯䂐㠦䘙
䶜㠦
㧧䘙㒒䓟
㠼䟖
㒒㒒㠦㠼䟖㨫䟖
㠼㘜㣁㠦䟖㘜㘜䟖䫍㠼䘙
䘙㠦㘜㠦䂐䘙䨀䟖䪤
㠦㘜
㺟䶜㒒䓟䂐
䘙㧧㒒
“㥞㧧㒒㠼 㒒㬽㒒䂐䓟䟖㠼㒒 㠼㒒㒒㪄㠦 䘙䟖 㣁䶜䘙㧧㒒䂐 䶜㠦 㨫䪤䢃㧧 㶯㘜䂐㒒䎍䟖䟖㪄 䶜㠦 䫍䟖㠦㠦㘜䲾㺟㒒㸢 䂧㒒’㺟㺟 䢃䟖䶜䘙 䟖䪤䂐 㠦䟖㺟㘜㪄 㶯䪤㒒㺟㠦 䟖㠼䘙䟖 䘙㧧㘜㠦 㶯㘜䂐㒒䎍䟖䟖㪄 㺟䶜䘙㒒䂐 䘙䟖 㶯䟖䂐㨫 䶜 䢃㘜䂐䢃㺟㒒 䟖㶯 㶯㘜䂐㒒㸢 㥞㧧㘜㠦 㘜㠦 䟖䪤䂐 䂐㒒䶜㺟 㪄㒒㶯㒒㠼㠦㒒 䫍㒒䂐㘜㨫㒒䘙㒒䂐㸢 䒅䟖 㘜㠼 䘙㧧㒒 㠼㒒䏺䘙 㧧䶜㺟㶯䱴㧧䟖䪤䂐䨲 䢃䟖㺟㺟㒒䢃䘙 䶜㠦 㨫䪤䢃㧧 㶯㘜䂐㒒䎍䟖䟖㪄 䶜㠦 䓟䟖䪤 䢃䶜㠼䨲 䲾㒒䢃䶜䪤㠦㒒 䘙㧧㘜㠦 㪄㒒䘙㒒䂐㨫㘜㠼㒒㠦 䎍㧧㒒䘙㧧㒒䂐 䎍㒒 㠦䪤䂐㬽㘜㬽㒒㸢”
㥞㧧㒒䓟 䶜㺟㺟 䪤㠼㪄㒒䂐㠦䘙䟖䟖㪄 䎍㧧䶜䘙 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㨫㒒䶜㠼䘙㸢 䑯㶯䘙㒒䂐 䶜㺟㺟䨲 䶜㠼㘜㨫䶜㺟㠦 㶯㒒䶜䂐 㶯㘜䂐㒒—㘜䘙’㠦 㘜㠼㠦䘙㘜㠼䢃䘙䪤䶜㺟㸢 䒣䪤䘙 䘙䟖 䨀㒒㒒䫍 䘙㧧㒒 㶯㘜䂐㒒 䲾䪤䂐㠼㘜㠼㣁 䪤㠼䘙㘜㺟 㨫䟖䂐㠼㘜㠼㣁 䂐㒒㒙䪤㘜䂐㒒㠦 䶜 㺟䟖䘙 䟖㶯 㶯㘜䂐㒒䎍䟖䟖㪄㸢
㠦䶜䨲㶯㺟㺟
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䒅䟖 䘙㧧㒒䓟 䢃㧧㒒䂐㘜㠦㧧㒒㪄 䘙㧧㒒 䘙㘜㨫㒒 䘙㧧㒒䓟 㧧䶜㪄䨲 㠦㒒䶜䂐䢃㧧㘜㠼㣁 㶯䟖䂐 䶜㠼䓟䘙㧧㘜㠼㣁 䘙㧧䶜䘙 㨫㘜㣁㧧䘙 䲾䪤䂐㠼䨲 㓞䪤㠦䘙 䶜㠦 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㧧䶜㪄 㠦䪤㣁㣁㒒㠦䘙㒒㪄䧐 㘜㶯 䘙㧧㒒 㶯㘜䂐㒒 䂐䪤㠼㠦 䟖䪤䘙䨲 䟖㠼䢃㒒 䘙㧧㒒 㠦䪤䂐䂐䟖䪤㠼㪄㘜㠼㣁㠦 䫍㺟䪤㠼㣁㒒 㘜㠼䘙䟖 㪄䶜䂐䨀㠼㒒㠦㠦䨲 㘜䘙 㨫䶜䓟 䲾㒒 䘙㧧㒒 㨫䟖㠦䘙 㪄䶜㠼㣁㒒䂐䟖䪤㠦 䘙㘜㨫㒒㸢
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䑯䘙 䘙㧧䶜䘙 䫍䟖㘜㠼䘙䨲 㒒㬽㒒䂐䓟䟖㠼㒒 㧧䶜㪄 㣁䟖㠼㒒 䟖㶯㶯 䘙䟖 㣁䶜䘙㧧㒒䂐 㶯㘜䂐㒒䎍䟖䟖㪄䨲 㒒䏺䢃㒒䫍䘙 㶯䟖䂐 䘙㧧㘜㠦 䟖㺟㪄 㣁䪤䓟䨲 㨫䪤䘙䘙㒒䂐㘜㠼㣁 䪤㠼㪄㒒䂐 㧧㘜㠦 䲾䂐㒒䶜䘙㧧䨲 㺟㒒䶜㬽㘜㠼㣁 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㧧㒒㺟䫍㺟㒒㠦㠦䨲 䘙㧧㘜㠼䨀㘜㠼㣁䨲 “䑯䂐㒒 䓟䟖䪤 䟖㬽㒒䂐䘙㧧㘜㠼䨀㘜㠼㣁 䘙㧧㘜㠦䠍”
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㒒㪄䶜䪰
䟖䥃㪄䨲
䰽㸢㸢㸢”㧧
䑯㠦
㧧㴸䂐㘜㠦㠼䘙㠦㘜䶜
䶜㠼㪄
㒒㺟㬽䲾㒒㒒㘜
㠦㠦䪤㒒䪰
㠼䘙䟖
㘜㠼
㠼䨀䟖䎍䨲
䘙㧧㒒
㨫㒒䫍䂐䙬㲚䂐䟖”
䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 䎍㒒䶜䨀㺟䓟 䶜㠦䨀㒒㪄䨲 㣁䂐䶜䲾䲾㘜㠼㣁 䶜 㠦䘙㘜䢃䨀 㶯䂐䟖㨫 䘙㧧㒒 㣁䂐䟖䪤㠼㪄 䶜㠼㪄 㠦㧧䶜䂐䫍㒒㠼㘜㠼㣁 㘜䘙 䎍㘜䘙㧧 䶜 㪄䶜㣁㣁㒒䂐㸢 㥞㧧㒒㠦㒒 㣁䪤䓟㠦 㧧䶜㪄㠼’䘙 㒒㬽㒒㠼 䲾䂐䟖䪤㣁㧧䘙 䎍㒒䶜䫍䟖㠼㠦䧐 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 䎍䶜㠦 㠦䫍㒒㒒䢃㧧㺟㒒㠦㠦㸢 䒅㒒㒒㘜㠼㣁 䘙㧧㒒㘜䂐 䲾䶜㣁㠦䨲 㧧㒒 䘙㧧䟖䪤㣁㧧䘙 㘜䘙 㨫䪤㠦䘙 䲾㒒 㠦䟖㨫㒒䘙㧧㘜㠼㣁 㣁䟖䟖㪄䨲 䲾䪤䘙 㠼䟖䎍 㧧㒒 䂐㒒䶜㺟㘜䤘㒒㪄䨲 㪄㘜㠦䶜䫍䫍䟖㘜㠼䘙㒒㪄䨲 䘙㧧㒒䓟 䎍㒒䂐㒒 㓞䪤㠦䘙 䪤㠦㒒㺟㒒㠦㠦 䘙㧧㘜㠼㣁㠦㸢 㥞㧧㒒䓟 䎍㒒䂐㒒 䘙䟖䟖 䢃䟖㠼㶯㘜㪄㒒㠼䘙䨲 䘙㧧㘜㠼䨀㘜㠼㣁 䘙㧧㒒 㪄㒒㠦㒒䂐䘙 䎍䶜㠦 㓞䪤㠦䘙 䶜 䘙䟖䪤䂐㘜㠦䘙 㠦䫍䟖䘙 䶜㠼㪄 㠼䟖䘙 䲾䂐㘜㠼㣁㘜㠼㣁 䎍㒒䶜䫍䟖㠼㠦㸢
“䑯㧧㸢㸢㸢 㗈㒒䶜㺟㺟䓟䠍 䍅 䘙㧧䟖䪤㣁㧧䘙 㘜䘙 䎍䶜㠦 䘙㧧㒒 䪰䶜㪄㒒 㲚㨫䫍㒒䂐䟖䂐㸢” 䒣䪤 䲘䶜㨫㘜㠼㣁 㠦䶜㘜㪄 䶜䎍䨀䎍䶜䂐㪄㺟䓟䨲 䘙㧧㘜㠼䨀㘜㠼㣁䨲 “䧹䟖 䎍䟖㠼㪄㒒䂐 㠦䟖㨫㒒䘙㧧㘜㠼㣁 㶯㒒㺟䘙 䟖㶯㶯㸢 䍅 㨫㘜䏺㒒㪄 䪤䫍 䘙㧧㒒 㪄㒒㘜䘙㘜㒒㠦䧐 䘙㧧㒒䂐㒒 䶜䂐㒒 䘙䟖䟖 㨫䶜㠼䓟 䟖㶯 䘙㧧㒒㨫㸢”
㧧䘙㒒
䂐䎍㒒㧧㒒
䟖䂐
䂐䞒䟖’䪤㒒
㨫㺟㘜㘜䶜㶯䂐䶜
㨫㘜䘙㣁㧧
䟖㪄㺟
㧧㒒䂐䎍㒒
䟖䓟䪤
䓟㒒㪄㘜䘙㸢
㺟䪤㪄䢃䟖
䘙䟖
䶜䂐䧐㒒䶜
㒒䂐㒒㧧䘙
㠼㘜䶜䓟䂐䫍㣁
㠼䶜䓟
㒒䂐䘙㧧㒒
㒒䲾
䟖䂐㣁㠼䎍
㪄䟖
䨀䟖㠼䎍
䎍䟖㠼㒒䫍䶜㠦䨲
䶜㠼䂐㒒䓟䲾
䟖䘙䫍㠦
㧧㠦㘜䘙
㒒䫍㠦䢃㺟䶜
㘜䎍㧧䘙
㨫䶜㠼䨲
䟖䫍”䶜㠦㒒㠼䠍䎍
㧧㣁㘜䘙䂐㺟䨲䑯”
䲾㒒
䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 䨀㠼㒒䎍 䘙㧧㘜㠦 㣁䪤䓟 䎍䶜㠦 䫍䂐㒒䘙䘙䓟 㨫䪤䢃㧧 䶜 㧧䪤㨫䶜㠼 㨫䶜䫍䧐 㧧㒒 䨀㠼㒒䎍 㨫䶜㠼䓟 䫍䶜䂐䘙㠦 䟖㶯 䘙㧧㘜㠦 㪄㒒㠦㒒䂐䘙 㬽㒒䂐䓟 䎍㒒㺟㺟㸢
“㲚㬽㒒㠼 㘜㶯 䘙㧧㒒䂐㒒 䶜䂐㒒 䎍㒒䶜䫍䟖㠼㠦 䶜䂐䟖䪤㠼㪄 㧧㒒䂐㒒䨲 䢃䶜㠼 䎍㒒 䂐㒒䶜㺟㺟䓟 㧧䶜㠼㪄㺟㒒 䘙㧧䟖㠦㒒 䎍䟖㺟㬽㒒㠦䠍 㥞㧧㒒䓟’䂐㒒 䂐㒒䶜㺟㺟䓟 㶯䶜㠦䘙䙬”
㸢䂐䢃䟖㠼䢃㒒㠼
㧧䪤䢃㠦
䂐㒒䘙㧧㒒
䘙㒒㺟㺟
㶯㘜
㨫㒒
䪰䪤㠦䘙
㠼䟖䘙
䎍䶜㠼䟖㠦㒒”䙬䫍
䪤䟖䂐䓟
䂐㒒䶜
㠦䶜㥞䘙㧧”‘
䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㠦㨫㘜㺟㒒㪄 㠦㺟㘜㣁㧧䘙㺟䓟㸢 䂧㧧㒒㠼 㧧㒒 㶯㘜㠼㘜㠦㧧㒒㪄 㠦䫍㒒䶜䨀㘜㠼㣁䨲 䒣䪤 䲘䶜㨫㘜㠼㣁 㠼䟖㪄㪄㒒㪄䨲 㠦㧧䟖䎍㘜㠼㣁 䶜 㠦㒒䂐㘜䟖䪤㠦 㒒䏺䫍䂐㒒㠦㠦㘜䟖㠼㸢 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼’㠦 㠦㘜㠼䢃㒒䂐㘜䘙䓟 䎍䶜㠦 䫍䶜㺟䫍䶜䲾㺟㒒㸢
䲘䪤㠦䨀 䎍䶜㠦 䶜㺟㨫䟖㠦䘙 㺟㒒㬽㒒㺟 䎍㘜䘙㧧 䘙㧧㒒 㪄㒒㠦㒒䂐䘙 㧧䟖䂐㘜䤘䟖㠼䧐 䟖㠼䢃㒒 㘜䘙 㶯㒒㺟㺟䨲 㘜䘙 䎍䟖䪤㺟㪄 䲾㒒 䢃䟖㨫䫍㺟㒒䘙㒒 㪄䶜䂐䨀㠼㒒㠦㠦㸢 㥞㧧㒒䂐㒒 䎍䶜㠦㠼’䘙 㨫䪤䢃㧧 䘙㘜㨫㒒 㺟㒒㶯䘙㸢 䒣䪤 䲘䶜㨫㘜㠼㣁 㣁䟖䘙 䪤䫍 䶜㠼㪄 㓞䟖㣁㣁㒒㪄 䘙䟖 䶜 㠦㨫䶜㺟㺟 㧧㘜㺟㺟㸢 䰽䫍䟖㠼 䂐㒒䶜䢃㧧㘜㠼㣁 㘜䘙䨲 㧧㒒 㠦䪤䂐㬽㒒䓟㒒㪄 䘙㧧㒒 㠦䪤䂐䂐䟖䪤㠼㪄㘜㠼㣁㠦䨲 䂐䪤䲾䲾㒒㪄 㧧㘜㠦 䘙㒒㨫䫍㺟㒒㠦䨲 䶜㠼㪄 㠦䶜㘜㪄㸢
㒒䶜䶜䂐
䟖㠼㣁䓟䪤
㧧㨫䪤䢃
䢃䶜㠼
䑯”㠦
䘙㧧㘜㠦
䟖䘙
䶜㶯䂐
㬽䶜㧧㒒
㒒䘙䲾㪄䘙䶜㺟㺟㘜㶯㒒㸢
䟖㠼䨀䨲䎍
䘙㒒㒒䓟’㬽㧧
䟖䘙䢃䂐㧧㘜㘜䶜㺟㠦
䘙䪤䲾
䓟䲾
䨲䶜㠼㨫
䍅
䶜㠼
㒒䎍
㠦䶜㠦䟖䂐㨫㠼䘙㠦㪄
㠦㠼䨲䂐䪤㘜
㘜䘙㸢㨫㒒
䂐䨲㧧㒒䘙㒒
䟖’䘙㪄㠼
䂐㬽䟖㒒
㠼䶜䢃䘙㒒㘜㠼
䂐䂐䟖䎍㘜㒒㪄
䲾㒒
䶜㠦
䲾㒒㠼㒒
䶜㒒䂐
䍅㨫’
䲾䪤㘜㪄㒒䂐
䲾䪤䘙
㒒䂧
㥞㒒㧧㒒䂐
㺟䨀䪤䢃
“䘙㘜㒒㨫䙬
䪤䂐䟖
㠦㒒䪤㪄
䂐䘙䓟
“䍅’㺟㺟 㣁㘜㬽㒒 㘜䘙 䶜 㠦㧧䟖䘙䙬”
䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㒙䪤㘜䢃䨀㺟䓟 㨫䶜㪄㒒 㧧㘜㠦 䎍䶜䓟 䘙䟖 䎍㧧㒒䂐㒒 䘙㧧㒒 䟖㺟㪄 㨫䶜㠼 㠦䘙䟖䟖㪄㸢 䒅㘜㠼䢃㒒 䘙㧧㘜㠦 䎍䶜㠦 䶜㠼 䶜㠼䢃㘜㒒㠼䘙 㠦㘜䘙㒒䨲 䘙㧧㒒䂐㒒 㨫㘜㣁㧧䘙 䲾㒒 㨫䶜㠼䓟 䲾䪤䂐㘜㒒㪄 㠦䎍䟖䂐㪄㠦 㧧㒒䂐㒒㸢 䫢㒒 㪄䂐㒒䎍 䘙㧧㒒 䫢㒒䂐䟖㘜䢃 䒅䎍䟖䂐㪄䨲 䘙㧧䂐䪤㠦䘙㘜㠼㣁 㘜䘙 㘜㠼䘙䟖 䘙㧧㒒 㠦䶜㠼㪄 㺟䶜䓟㒒䂐䨲 㒙䪤㘜䢃䨀㺟䓟 䪤䘙㘜㺟㘜䤘㘜㠼㣁 䲘䶜䂐䨀 䒅䘙䂐㒒㠼㣁䘙㧧㸢 䒅䟖䟖㠼䨲 㘜㨫㨫㒒㠼㠦㒒 䲘䶜䂐䨀 䒅䘙䂐㒒㠼㣁䘙㧧 㠦䫍䂐㒒䶜㪄 䟖䪤䘙 㘜㠼 䘙㒒㠼㪄䂐㘜㺟㠦䨲 䶜㠼㪄 㠦䟖䟖㠼 㒒㠼䟖䪤㣁㧧䨲 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㠦㒒㠼㠦㒒㪄 䎍㒒䶜䫍䟖㠼㠦 㘜㠼 㠦㒒㬽㒒䂐䶜㺟 㪄㘜䂐㒒䢃䘙㘜䟖㠼㠦㸢
㠼䶜䲾㒒㣁
䘙㺟䟖䟖
㬽䒅㺟㒒䟖㧧
䂐䢃䟖㪄㠼㒒㠦㪄㘜㒒
㒒㧧䘙
㠦䘙㘜㧧
䫍㠦㠦䟖䘙
䘙䟖㨫㠦
㥴䨀䶜㘜㣁䂐㠼
䂐㒒㺟䨲䢃䶜㺟䓟
䘙㒒㧧
䓟䪤㣁䰟䶜䟖㠼
䲾䂐䟖㸢䪤㣁㧧䘙
㧧㒒
㘜㠼㣁㧧䘙
䓟㧧㒒䘙
䟖䘙
㘜䶜㺟㒒㺟䲾㒒䂐
㘜㣁㪄㸢
䪤䒅
㘜㠼㣁䪤㠦
䶜㳗䪤㠼
㠦䘙䟖㒒㧧
䂧㘜䘙㧧 䫍䂐㒒䢃㘜㠦㒒 䘙䶜䂐㣁㒒䘙㘜㠼㣁䨲 㘜㠼 䶜 㠦㧧䟖䂐䘙 䘙㘜㨫㒒䨲 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㧧䶜㪄 䶜㺟䂐㒒䶜㪄䓟 䪤㠼䢃䟖㬽㒒䂐㒒㪄 䘙㧧䂐㒒㒒 㠦䎍䟖䂐㪄㠦䧐 䘙㧧㒒 䟖䘙㧧㒒䂐㠦 䎍㒒䂐㒒 㒒㘜䘙㧧㒒䂐 䲾䪤䂐㘜㒒㪄 䘙䟖䟖 㪄㒒㒒䫍 䟖䂐 䢃䟖䂐䂐䟖㪄㒒㪄 䲾䓟 䘙㘜㨫㒒㸢
“䂧䟖䎍㸢㸢㸢”
䪤㺟㪄䟖㴸
䘙㺟㶯㒒
䶜㣁䘙㠼䪤㧧㠼㘜䂐㒒
䲘䶜㘜㠼㨫㣁
䠍㠼㧧㣁䘙㠦㘜
䪤䒅
㳗㠼䶜䨲䪤
㘜䘙㧧㠦
䶜㠦
䟖㠦
䂐㶯㺟㒒䟖㺟㶯㒒䓟㠦䘙㠦
䲾㒒
㧧㒒
㶯㘜
㠦䶜䎍
䒣䪤
㧧䢃㠼䘙䶜㣁䂧㘜
㣁䪤䓟
㒒㒒㠦㧧䘙
㒒䨲㺟䫍䶜䶜䢃䲾
㪄䂐㒒䶜㨫㘜㠼㣁㸢
䂐㺟䓟㒒䶜㺟
䒣䪤 䲘䶜㨫㘜㠼㣁 䢃䟖䪤㺟㪄 䢃䟖㠼㶯㘜䂐㨫 䘙㧧㘜㠦 䶜䂐㒒䶜 䢃䟖䪤㺟㪄 䲾㒒 䶜㠼 䶜㠼䢃㘜㒒㠼䘙 㠦㘜䘙㒒 䲾䪤䘙 䢃䟖䪤㺟㪄㠼’䘙 䫍㘜㠼䫍䟖㘜㠼䘙 㘜䘙 㠦䟖 䫍䂐㒒䢃㘜㠦㒒㺟䓟㸢 䍅䘙 䎍䶜㠦 䶜㠦䘙䟖㠼㘜㠦㧧㘜㠼㣁 㧧䟖䎍 䫍䂐㒒䢃㘜㠦㒒 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㧧䶜㪄 䲾㒒㒒㠼㸢 䂧䶜㠦 䘙㧧㘜㠦 㣁䪤䓟 䶜 㣁䂐䶜㬽㒒 䂐䟖䲾䲾㒒䂐䠍
䒣䪤 䲘䶜㨫㘜㠼㣁 㧧䶜㪄 㠦㒒㒒㠼 㣁䂐䶜㬽㒒 䂐䟖䲾䲾㒒䂐㠦䧐 㠦䟖㨫㒒 䎍㒒䂐㒒 㬽㒒䂐䓟 㠦䨀㘜㺟㺟㒒㪄㸢 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 䎍䶜㠦 㒒㬽㒒㠼 䲾㒒䘙䘙㒒䂐㸢 䂧㧧㒒㠼 䒣䪤 䲘䶜㨫㘜㠼㣁 㠦䶜䎍 䒅䪤 㳗䪤䶜㠼 㨫䶜䨀㒒 䘙㧧㒒 䘙㧧䂐㒒㒒 㨫䶜䂐䨀㠦䨲 䪤㠦㘜㠼㣁 䘙㧧㒒 䰟䪤䟖䓟䶜㠼㣁 䒅㧧䟖㬽㒒㺟 䎍䶜㠦 㠦䟖 㒙䪤㘜䢃䨀 㘜䘙 䎍䶜㠦 䪤㠼䲾㒒㺟㘜㒒㬽䶜䲾㺟㒒㸢㸢