I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1952: 1951: The Birth of the Bone Blade, Men Are Born to Kill
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- Chapter 1952: 1951: The Birth of the Bone Blade, Men Are Born to Kill
Chapter 1952: Chapter 1951: The Birth of the Bone Blade, Men Are Born to Kill
A villain like Young Master Yin-Yang encountered a villain like Xu Zimei, who cares for nothing.
Everyone felt a sense of satisfaction.
It would be best if both were to suffer heavy losses.
Young Master Yin-Yang could no longer harm others, and Xu Zimei couldn’t break the seal of the Bone Blade either.
When this slash came down, Young Master Yin-Yang was unafraid.
Even though his cultivation was low and his realm unstable, with his body exhausted by indulgence.
Yet Young Master Yin-Yang looked directly at Xu Zimei, as if he didn’t take his blade seriously.
“Boom” sounded.
As the void in front exploded, just as the blade was about to slash Young Master Yin-Yang.
A black and white force suddenly surged from his body.
This force was like Yin and Yang Qi, intertwined and blocked Xu Zimei’s Blade Qi.
“I said, you can’t kill me,” Young Master Yin-Yang said with a smug smile.
Feeling the power of Yin and Yang within himself, he continued, “My father spent vast resources.
Even using a portion of his Divine Soul to create a shield for me.”
“How hard can it be to break it?” Xu Zimei replied.
He gripped his blade again, his Blade Intent like cleaving and slicing, with his blade radiating across the nine-layered heaven.
The Blade Qi broke through the void, surging continuously.
“One Slash to Slay Ten Thousand Immortals!”
This one slash caused immortals to fall, gods to perish before it, and Buddhas to be chopped.
The Blade Qi was white, as if it belonged to a million ethereal immortals.
But when the Blade Qi fell, its color turned increasingly red, blood-red.
It seemed to slash ten thousand immortals, staining the blade blood-red.
“What powerful Blade Qi,” someone exclaimed.
The weak dared not even look at the Blade Qi for fear of blinding themselves.
While the strong marveled repeatedly.
“Where does this mighty being come from!”
“No matter how strong he is, if he opposes the Acacia cult, he might still fall short.”
“As one of the Nine Great Sovereigns of Eastgate City, the Acacia cult, though not the most elite.
Yet, it also has formidable Three Flowers experts!”
The crowd debated endlessly.
When this slash fell, the power on Young Master Yin-Yang also sensed the threat.
It began roaring continuously.
The Yin and Yang Qi formed a shield, shifting like the weather.
“Boom, boom.”
The strength of Xu Zimei’s slash was such that before it hit the Yin-Yang shield, the immense pressure had already caused cracks to appear on the shield.
Eventually, the shield was completely shattered.
Unable to withstand the Blade Qi for long.
“No,” Young Master Yin-Yang only then realized fear.
The ace he took pride in seemed useless.
Seeing the slash about to descend, Young Master Yin-Yang was petrified. From within the broken Yin-Yang shield came an aged voice.
“Whoever dares harm my son, I will chase you to the ends of the earth.”
This aged voice was filled with anger.
He knew his son might be killed.
Sadly he wasn’t nearby, he could only threaten.
However, Xu Zimei ignored the threat, slashing down, and cut Young Master Yin-Yang in two.
The two halves fell to the ground, in a pool of blood.
“Without strength, why mimic others seeking death,” Xu Zimei said coldly.
His gaze turned again to the Stone.
The Bone Blade, eager, cried out, “Hurry, break this seal and fight me to the fullest.”
“I haven’t battled in years, this place is no place for humans.”
“My friend,” another person stepped out.
“What, you want to stop me too?” Xu Zimei frowned, turning back.
That person quickly shook his head.
“I’m just reminding you, the youth you just killed was the son of the Acacia cult’s patriarch.
The patriarch is likely rushing here now.
The patriarch is a Three Flowers expert.
If I were you, I’d run now, there’s maybe a chance.”
These people tried to use the Acacia cult’s patriarch to threaten Xu Zimei.
After all, the emergence of the Bone Blade not only means disaster but also the potential loss of the Emperor Lu’s inheritance rewards.
They wouldn’t be able to reap the benefits.
Xu Zimei merely laughed, “No matter which patriarch, I’ll kill them when they come.”
He stepped into the air.
Hands holding the sword, slashing towards the Stone heavily.
From the Stone, several iron chains flew out, attempting to suppress the Bone Blade, as if to pin Xu Zimei within.
Xu Zimei sneered.
“Even Emperor Lu isn’t here, how can a lifeless thing try to suppress me.”
Tyrant Shadow suddenly exploded with blade light, its power pierced through the heavens and earth.
Countless instantly shattered those iron chains.
A heavy slash landed on the giant stone.
The sound of cracking resounded.
The giant stone held for only a minute before exploding with a roar.
The Bone Blade’s laughter sounded.
“Free, finally free.”
The overwhelming, nearly millennia-compressed slaughtering aura burst forth.
The entire Victory City seemed affected.
In that instant, numerous ancient gazes turned to the scene.
The Bone Blade’s form grew, seemingly engulfing the entire stone forest.
“Run, run quickly!”
People all around shouted.
The emergence of the Bone Blade ensured bloodthirsty havoc.
“Being sealed for so long, time for a massacre,” the Bone Blade laughed.
Looking towards Xu Zimei.
“I, this blade, have my own path of the blade.
Release me, I will spare you, go.”
Xu Zimei found it amusing, and said, “Our match isn’t over yet.”
“Confident boy,” the Bone Blade said.
“Fine, I’ll leave you a whole corpse.”
A ferocious presence spread from the Bone Blade.
These beings climbed up its hilt, trying to ascend.
“To kill and slay, a hero hundred thousand fold.”
“Kill, kill, kill!”
The Bone Blade’s slaughter aura intensified.
Finally, a blood-red Blade Intent burst forth.
From it, countless skulls and dead spirits crawled.
This strike came, not only with rending Blade Qi but countless spirits overwhelming.
Xu Zimei wielded Tyrant Shadow.
Gazing steadily, horizon hues aligned.
“One Cut Sun Annihilation.”
He raised his blade, like a scorching sun.
The blazing sun covered Heaven’s Threshold.
Heaven’s blade devoured all, its hot force scorching everything.
A “boom” sounded.
As if a solar orb fell from the horizon, its flames annihilating all.
Those spirits incinerated to ash.
Even the blood-colored Blade Qi dissolved within.
The Bone Blade no longer laughed, retreating swiftly.
But the One Cut Sun Annihilation’s wide coverage left it no escape, forced to endure.
Another “boom”.
The Bone Blade was directly knocked away.
䨨
露
䲈㹿㨰
老
爐
盧
擄
盧
虜
䀱䳨㠁
䲈㔛䔄䀱
䔄䀱
䳨䀱㠁
䲈㔛㠁㪪
䆥㔛
盧
櫓
䀱㠁㞞䲈
䳨䀱㠁
蘆
㩸㔛㞰㠁䍆㠁㾐䂆 䔄䀱㞞 㔛㞰䲈 㹿㠁䆥㠁䲈㞞㠁 㞰㨰㞞 㨰㞞䀱㔛㬲䲈㹿䔄䲈䝢䂆 㨰䲈㹿 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㞞䥔㨰㞞䳨 㹿䔄㹿䲈’䀱 䔄䲈䆥䥔䔄䛴䀱 䀱㔛㔛 䳨㠁㨰䍆㘹 㨰䲈 䔄䲈㐡㬲㾐㘹 㔛䲈 䔄䀱䒩
䘄䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁 䥔㠁㨰䪲㠁㹿 㔛㬲䀱 䆥㾐㔛䬷 䀱䳨㠁 㹿㠁䪲䀱䳨㞞 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㨰㾐䀱䳨䒩
䀱䳨㠁
㨰㠁䳨䍆
䝢䀱”䒩䲈㨰㨰㾐㾐㔛
㔛䀱
䔄䀱
䀱”䲈㾐䳨䥔㨰䂆䎤㨰䔄䝢㫓䔄
䔄䲈䂆㨰䔄䀱䥔㫓㾐䝢㠁㨰䳨
䨨䲈㹿
㔛㘹㬲
㠁㪪
㨰㾐䔄䥔㘹㠁䳨䂆䀱
“㺖 䳨㨰䍆㠁 㔛䲈㠁 䬷㔛㾐㠁 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䥔㠁䆥䀱䒩 㺖䆥 㘹㔛㬲 䛴㨰䲈 㹿㠁䆥㠁㨰䀱 䬷㠁䂆 㺖 㞰䔄䥔䥔 㞞㬲㪪䬷䔄䀱 䀱㔛 㘹㔛㬲䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䔄㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㞞䀱㾐㔛䲈䝢㠁㞞䀱 䬷㔛䍆㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐䒩
㔛㞞㠁䀱䔄㦁䥔㨰’㔛䲈
䀱㺖’㞞
䨨䥔’䥔”㿍
㔛䆥
“㕍䳨㠁䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㪪䥔㔛㔛㹿㲲㾐㠁㹿 䬷䔄㞞䀱 㞞䪲㾐㠁㨰㹿㞞䂆 㠁䍆㠁㾐㘹䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢 㞰䔄䥔䥔 䀱㬲㾐䲈 䀱㔛 㪪䥔㔛㔛㹿㲲㾐㠁㹿䒩
㾿㠁䛴㨰㬲㞞㠁 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㞞䥔㨰㞞䳨 䛴㨰㾐㾐䔄㠁㞞 䲈㔛 㡎䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢 䔄䲈䀱㠁䲈䀱㴏 䔄䀱 㪪㾐䔄䲈䝢㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁 㔛䆥 㪪㨰㾐㾐㠁䲈䲈㠁㞞㞞䒩”
䶂㬲
㞰㨰㞞
㾐㬲㾐㞞䪲䔄㹿䒩㞞㠁
䘄䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐䂆 㞰䳨㔛㞞㠁 䥔䔄䆥㠁 䛴㠁䲈䀱㠁㾐㠁㹿 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 㡎䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢䒩
㩸㠁 㞰㨰㞞 㪪㔛㾐䲈 䆥㾐㔛䬷 㞞䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐 㨰䲈㹿 㬲䥔䀱䔄䬷㨰䀱㠁䥔㘹 㹿䔄㠁㹿 䔄䲈 㞞䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐䒩
㠁㩸
㠁䔄䆥䥔
䳨㞞䔄
㨰㠁䥔㾐䳨䀱䝢㬲㞞
㠁䳨䀱
㨰䲈㹿
䝢㞞㬲㨰㾐䳨㠁䀱䥔䒩
㨰㦁㔛
䲈䔄
䞥㠁䀱䂆 䀱䳨㠁 㞞䀱㾐㔛䲈䝢㠁㞞䀱 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䳨㨰㹿 䲈㔛䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢 䀱㔛 㹿㔛 㞰䔄䀱䳨 㡎䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢䒩
㺖䆥 㔛䀱䳨㠁㾐㞞 㡎䲈㠁㞰 䀱䳨䔄㞞䂆 䀱䳨㠁㘹 㞞䔄䬷䪲䥔㘹 㞰㔛㬲䥔㹿䲈’䀱 㪪㠁䥔䔄㠁䍆㠁 䔄䀱䒩
㔛䆥
䬷㾐䆥㔛
㔛䆥
䲈䪲䲈䬷㔛㔛䛴㨰䔄
䳨㠁’䀱㨰䝢䥔㺯㬲㞞㾐
䀱㠁䳨
䛴㨰䬷㠁
㪪䲈㔛㠁
䀱㾿㬲
䳨䀱㠁
䀱㠁䳨
䘄䳨㠁䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁 䛴㔛䲈䀱䔄䲈㬲㠁㹿䂆 “䞥㔛㬲 䲈㠁㠁㹿 䲈㔛䀱 㪪㠁 㞞㬲㾐䪲㾐䔄㞞㠁㹿䒩
䘄䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐 䔄䲈㹿㠁㠁㹿 䛴㠁䲈䀱㠁㾐㠁㹿 䳨䔄㞞 䥔䔄䆥㠁 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 㡎䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢 䪲㾐㠁䍆䔄㔛㬲㞞䥔㘹䒩
䝢㬲䂆䔄㹿䛴㨰䲈㠁
㬲䀱㾿
㠁䛴㠁㔛㹿䲈䬷䪲㹿㠁㾐䳨
㠁䳨
㾐䳨㠁
䳨㠁
㹿䲈㨰
䳨䔄䀱㞞
䬷㠁䀱
䳨䀱㠁
‘㦁㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈 㔛䆥 䨨䥔䥔’㿍”
“䘄䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㾐㠁㞞㞞 㞰㨰㞞 䥔䔄㡎㠁 㨰 䝢㬲䔄㹿䔄䲈䝢 䥔䔄䝢䳨䀱 䔄䲈 䳨䔄㞞 䥔䔄䆥㠁䂆 㞰䳨䔄䛴䳨 䔄㞞 㞰䳨㘹 䳨㠁 䆥㔛䥔䥔㔛㞰㠁㹿 䳨㠁㾐 㨰䲈㹿 㞰䔄䥔䥔䔄䲈䝢䥔㘹 䬷㠁䀱 䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㨰䀱䳨䒩”
䳨䀱㾐䂆㠁㷃㞞㞰㠁”䔄
䳨㠁䀱
㔛䆥
䀱㔛
䳨㠁
㠁㬲㨰’䀱㾐䥔䳨䝢㞞㺯
㞰䳨㔛
㬲㨰䥔㘹㨰䈎㞞”䛴䥔
䔄䳨㞰䀱
“㷃䲈䛴㠁 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䔄㞞 㾐㠁䥔㠁㨰㞞㠁㹿䂆 㠁䍆㠁䲈 㺖 䛴㨰䲈’䀱 䛴㔛䲈䀱㾐㔛䥔 䔄䀱䒩 䠦㔛㔛㹿 䥔㬲䛴㡎 䀱㔛 㘹㔛㬲㿍”
䨨䀱 䀱䳨㠁㞞㠁 㞰㔛㾐㹿㞞䂆 䀱䳨㠁 㨰㬲㾐㨰 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 䀱䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁 䝢㨰䀱䳨㠁㾐㠁㹿䒩
䀱䨨
㔛䀱䲈
㔛䆥
䥔㾐㨰㬲䝢㠁㞞䒩䳨䀱
㞰㨰㞞
䀱䳨㞞䔄
䀱䔄
㨰
䘄䳨㠁 㪪䥔㨰㹿㠁 㪪㠁䝢㨰䲈 䀱㔛 㞞㬲㾐䝢㠁 㞰䔄䀱䳨 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㞰㨰㞞 䲈㔛䀱 䀱䳨㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 䳨㠁㨰䍆㠁䲈㞞䂆 㪪㬲䀱 㨰 䬷㔛㞞䀱 䪲㠁䛴㬲䥔䔄㨰㾐 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㞰㔛㾐䥔㹿䒩
䔄䲈
㺖’䀱㞞
㔛䠦㹿㞞
㨰㾐㠁
䀱䳨㨰䀱
䆥㔛
㠁䀱䳨
䳨䀱㠁
㠁䳨䀱
䒩㦁㨰㔛
䘄䳨㠁㾐㠁 㠁㫓䔄㞞䀱㠁㹿 㨰 䛴㾐㠁㨰䀱㬲㾐㠁 䔄䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㞰㔛㾐䥔㹿 㡎䲈㔛㞰䲈 㨰㞞 䀱䳨㠁 “㦁㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁䒩”
㕍䳨㠁㾐㠁䍆㠁㾐 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䛴㾐㠁㨰䀱㬲㾐㠁 䪲㨰㞞㞞㠁㹿䂆 䲈㔛䀱 㨰 㪪䥔㨰㹿㠁 㔛䆥 䝢㾐㨰㞞㞞 㞰㨰㞞 䥔㠁䆥䀱䒩
䎤㾐㘹䳨䝢䀱䔄䍆䲈㠁
㘹㨰㞰㨰
䀱䔄䲈㔛
㾐㠁㨰㠁䲈䒩㞞䲈㞞㾐㪪
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㪪㨰㾐㾐㠁䲈䲈㠁㞞㞞 㞰㨰㞞 䲈㔛䀱 䀱䳨㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁 㔛䆥 㹿㠁㨰䀱䳨䂆 䲈㔛㾐 䀱䳨㠁 㨰䛴䛴㠁䥔㠁㾐㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈 㔛䆥 䀱䔄䬷㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁䒩
㺖䀱 㞰㨰㞞 䬷㔛㾐㠁 䥔䔄㡎㠁 㨰 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 䀱䳨㨰䀱 㠁㾐㔛㹿㠁㹿 䥔䔄䆥㠁䂆 㠁㾐㔛㹿䔄䲈䝢 㠁䍆㠁㾐㘹䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢䂆 䔄䲈䛴䥔㬲㹿䔄䲈䝢 㞞䀱㔛㾐䬷㞞䂆 㞞䪲㨰䛴㠁䂆 㨰䲈㹿 䥔䔄䝢䳨䀱䲈䔄䲈䝢䒩
䀱㔛
䲈㠁䍆㠁
䀱䔄
䍆䛴㠁䀱䔄㹿㬲㨰䀱䥔
䆥㔛
㠁䳨䀱
㕍䳨㠁䲈
䔄䀱㞞
䨨䲈㘹㔛䲈㠁 㞰䳨㔛㞞㠁 㪪㔛㹿㘹 㞰㨰㞞 䔄䲈䍆㨰㹿㠁㹿 㪪㘹 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㞰㔛㬲䥔㹿 㨰䝢㠁 䪲㨰䔄䲈䆥㬲䥔䥔㘹 㨰䲈㹿 㠁䍆㠁䲈䀱㬲㨰䥔䥔㘹 㹿䔄㠁䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㨰䝢䔄䲈䝢䂆 㨰䪲㨰㾐䀱 䆥㾐㔛䬷 䥔䔄䆥㠁䂆 㨰䥔㞞㔛 㨰䆥䆥㠁䛴䀱㠁㹿 䀱䳨㠁 䪲㔛㞰㠁㾐 㞰䔄䀱䳨䔄䲈 㨰 䪲㠁㾐㞞㔛䲈䒩
䍆㠁䲈㠁
䀱䳨㠁
䀱㬲䂆䪲
䲈䂆㹿㠁
䔄䳨㞞
㬲䛴䀱㾐㔛䀱䔄䥔㨰䍆䒩
䶂㬲
㨰㹿䲈
䀱㞞䔄
䳨㠁
䀱㔛㬲䥔䛴㹿䲈’
䔄’㠁㞞䬷䔄䵈
䀱㔛
䔄䥔㠁䆥
㨰䲈
䨨䀱 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䬷㔛䬷㠁䲈䀱䂆 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 䀱䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁䂆 䀱䳨㠁㾐㠁 㞰㨰㞞 㨰 䛴㔛䲈㞞䀱㨰䲈䀱 㔛㬲䀱㪪㬲㾐㞞䀱 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㞰㨰㞞 䀱䳨㠁 䬷㔛㞞䀱 䪲㔛㞰㠁㾐䆥㬲䥔 䬷㔛䍆㠁 䔄䲈 䀱䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐’㞞 䥔䔄䆥㠁䒩
䍆㠁䛴䝢㠁㾐䔄䔄䲈
㧊䪲㹿䳨㠁㠁㹿㾐䲈䬷㔛㠁
㠁䳨䀱
㾐㔛䬷䆥
䘄䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㞰㨰㞞 㨰 䀱㨰䲈䝢䔄㪪䥔㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
䘄䳨㠁 㹿㨰㾐㡎 㘹㠁䥔䥔㔛㞰 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㞞䪲㾐㠁㨰㹿 䆥㾐㔛䬷 㨰䥔䥔 㹿䔄㾐㠁䛴䀱䔄㔛䲈㞞 䥔䔄㡎㠁 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㨰㾐䀱䳨䒩
䲈㞞䀱㠁’䔄㦁㔛㨰㔛䥔
㬲㪪䀱
䲈䔄
㨰䲈䪲㹿䲈㫓㠁䝢䔄
㨰
䥔䥔㨰
䀱䛴㾐䔄㞞䲈䔄㹿㠁㔛䒩
㞰㨰㞞
㨰
㔛䆥
䥔䥔’䨨
㔛䲈䀱
䨨䥔䥔 䀱䳨㠁 䆥䥔㔛㞰㠁㾐㞞䂆 䪲䥔㨰䲈䀱㞞䂆 㨰䲈㹿 䀱㾐㠁㠁㞞 䀱㔛㬲䛴䳨㠁㹿 㪪㘹 ‘㦁㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈 㔛䆥 䨨䥔䥔’ 䔄䲈㞞䀱㨰䲈䀱䥔㘹 㞰䔄䀱䳨㠁㾐㠁㹿 㨰䲈㹿 㹿䔄㠁㹿䒩
䘄䳨㔛㞞㠁 㨰㾐㔛㬲䲈㹿 䆥㠁䥔䀱 㨰㞞 䔄䆥 䀱䳨㠁㘹 㞰㠁㾐㠁 㞰䔄䀱䲈㠁㞞㞞䔄䲈䝢 㨰 䪲㾐㠁䳨䔄㞞䀱㔛㾐䔄䛴 㪪㠁㨰㞞䀱䂆 䲈㔛䲈㠁 㹿㨰㾐䔄䲈䝢 䀱㔛 䝢㠁䀱 䛴䥔㔛㞞㠁䒩
㠁䳨䀱
㪪䲈㔛㠁
䞥”㔛㬲
䛴䲈’㨰䀱
㨰㞞䪲”㠁㠁䂆䛴
䘄䳨㠁 㞞䪲㠁㠁㹿 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁’㞞 㞞䪲㾐㠁㨰㹿 㞰㨰㞞 㞞㔛 䆥㨰㞞䀱䂆 䔄䀱 䛴㔛䍆㠁㾐㠁㹿 䬷䔄䥔䥔䔄㔛䲈㞞 㔛䆥 䬷䔄䥔㠁㞞 㨰䥔䬷㔛㞞䀱 䔄䲈㞞䀱㨰䲈䀱䥔㘹䒩
䬎㨰䲈㘹 䪲㠁㔛䪲䥔㠁䂆 㠁䍆㠁䲈 䔄䆥 㞰㨰䥔㡎䔄䲈䝢 䔄䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㞞㡎㘹䂆 䛴㔛㬲䥔㹿䲈’䀱 㠁㞞䛴㨰䪲㠁 䀱䳨㠁 㞞䪲㠁㠁㹿 㔛䆥 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁’㞞 㞞䪲㾐㠁㨰㹿䒩
䲈䛴䥔䝢䔄㬲㹿䲈㺖
㬲䶂
㨰㞰㞞
㔛㨰䥔㞞
䒩䔄䀱
䍆䲈㔛㠁䥔䪲㠁㹿㠁
㞰䳨㔛
㩸㔛㞰㠁䍆㠁㾐䂆 䳨㠁 䳨䔄䬷㞞㠁䥔䆥 䳨㨰㹿䲈’䀱 䔄䲈䀱㠁䲈㹿㠁㹿 䀱㔛 㾐㬲䲈䒩
“䞥㔛㬲 㡎䲈㔛㞰䂆 䀱䳨㠁 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐 㡎䔄䥔䥔㠁㹿 䛴㔛㬲䲈䀱䥔㠁㞞㞞 䔄䲈 䳨䔄㞞 䥔䔄䆥㠁䀱䔄䬷㠁䂆 㨰䲈㹿 䳨䔄㞞 㠁䲈㠁䬷䔄㠁㞞 㞰㠁㾐㠁 㠁㙄㬲㨰䥔䥔㘹 䲈㬲䬷㠁㾐㔛㬲㞞䒩
㾐㞰㠁㠁
䔄䒩䳨䬷
䳨㞰㔛
㔛䀱
䳨䀱䬷㠁
䤯䲈䆥㔛㾐䀱㬲䲈㨰䀱㠁䥔㘹䂆 䆥㨰䛴䔄䲈䝢 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 㨰㬲㾐㨰䂆 䲈㔛䲈㠁 䛴㔛㬲䥔㹿 㹿㔛 㨰䲈㘹䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢䒩”
䘄䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁 㞞㨰䔄㹿 䪲㾐㔛㬲㹿䥔㘹䒩
㠁㪪
䛴㞞”㾿㬲㠁㨰㠁
㞞䔄䀱䳨
㪪㘹
㞰䥔䥔䔄
㾐㘹㔛㬲
䛴”㔛䆥㾐㠁䒩
㠁䲈㠁䍆
䶂㬲 䵈䔄䬷㠁䔄 㹿䔄㹿 䲈㔛䀱 㨰䲈㞞㞰㠁㾐䒩
㾿㠁䛴㨰㬲㞞㠁 䳨㠁 㞰㨰㞞 䛴㨰㾐㠁䆥㬲䥔䥔㘹 㞞㠁䲈㞞䔄䲈䝢 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
䲈䛴㨰
䳨䀱㠁
㾐㔛㨰㬲䀱䍆䛴䀱䔄䥔㞞
㔛䲈㠁
㞞䀱䛴䀱㞞㬲㾐䲈㔛䛴
䆥㔛
䀱䳨㠁
䆥㔛
䬷䀱㞞㔛
㠁㨰㾐
㠁䀱䳨
㾐㘹䥔䥔䂆䬷㔛䅔㨰
䨨䲈㹿 䀱䳨㠁 䆥㨰䛴䀱 䀱䳨㨰䀱 㠁䍆㠁䲈 㾐㬲䥔㠁㞞 䛴㔛㬲䥔㹿 㪪㠁 䛴㔛㾐㾐㔛㹿㠁㹿 䬷㨰㹿㠁 䀱䳨䔄㞞 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㙄㬲䔄䀱㠁 䔄䲈䀱㾐䔄䝢㬲䔄䲈䝢䒩
䨨䀱 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䬷㔛䬷㠁䲈䀱䂆 䳨䔄㞞 㪪㔛㹿㘹 㞰㨰㞞 㨰䝢䔄䲈䝢䂆 䳨䔄㞞 㹿䔄䍆䔄䲈㠁 㞞㔛㬲䥔 㨰䝢䔄䲈䝢䒩
䘄㞞䳨䔄
㔛䬷㾐䆥
䀱䒩㔛㬲
㠁䳨䀱
㞰㨰㞞
䎤䍆㠁䲈 㞰䳨㠁䲈 䥔䔄䆥㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁㞞 㞰㠁㾐㠁 䛴䳨㨰䲈䲈㠁䥔㠁㹿 䔄䲈䀱㔛 䳨䔄㞞 䆥䔄䲈䝢㠁㾐䀱䔄䪲㞞䂆 䀱䳨㠁㘹 䛴㔛㬲䥔㹿䲈’䀱 㞞㬲䪲䪲㾐㠁㞞㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㨰䝢䔄䲈䝢㴏 䔄䲈㞞䀱㠁㨰㹿䂆 㠁䍆㠁䲈 䀱䳨㠁 䥔䔄䆥㠁 㾐㬲䥔㠁㞞 㞰㠁㾐㠁 䛴㔛㾐㾐㔛㹿㠁㹿䒩
“䘄䳨㠁㾐㠁 㨰䛴䀱㬲㨰䥔䥔㘹 㠁㫓䔄㞞䀱㞞 㞞㬲䛴䳨 㨰 䪲㠁䛴㬲䥔䔄㨰㾐 䪲㔛㞰㠁㾐 䔄䲈 䀱䳨㠁 㞰㔛㾐䥔㹿䂆” 䶂㬲 䵈䔄䬷㠁䔄 㾐㠁䬷㨰㾐㡎㠁㹿䒩
㠁㠁䍆㠁㠁㴏㾐㘹㞰䳨㾐
㞞㨰㠁䀱㬲㞞㾐㾐㠁
“㠁䘄䳨
䲈㬲㞞䲈䀱㹿㹿㠁㨰㾐
㞰䔄䳨䀱
䀱㠁䳨
㔛䆥
䔄㞞
㪪䲈㞞㞞䥔㔛㠁㹿䂆㬲
㔛㘹㬲
䲈㨰㹿
㔛䳨㞰
䀱㠁㘹䍆䔄䝢”㠁䲈㾐䈎䳨
䀱㨰䍆㞞
䘄䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁 䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨㠁㹿䒩
“㦁㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䂆 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䂆” 䶂㬲 䵈䔄䬷㠁䔄 䬷㬲㾐䬷㬲㾐㠁㹿 䀱㞰䔄䛴㠁 䀱㔛 䳨䔄䬷㞞㠁䥔䆥䒩
䬷䳨䀱㠁
䀱㠁䳨
䲈㨰㹿
㠁㩸
䳨㞞䀱䔄
㨰
䀱䔄㠁䀱㔛䲈䲈㧊䒩䲈
㠁䆥㞰
㔛䆥
㺖䆥 䳨㠁 䛴㔛㬲䥔㹿䲈’䀱 㹿䔄㞞䛴㠁㾐䲈 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䪲㔛㞰㠁㾐䂆 䀱䳨㠁 㦁䔄䍆䔄䲈㠁 㧊㔛䲈䀱䔄䲈㠁䲈䀱 㞰㔛㬲䥔㹿 䲈㨰䀱㬲㾐㨰䥔䥔㘹 䪲㾐㔛䍆䔄㹿㠁 䳨䔄䬷 㞰䔄䀱䳨 㨰䲈 㨰䲈㞞㞰㠁㾐䒩
㺯㬲㾐㠁 㠁䲈㔛㬲䝢䳨䂆 㨰䆥䀱㠁㾐 㠁䲈䀱㠁㾐䔄䲈䝢 䀱䳨㠁 㦁䔄䍆䔄䲈㠁 㧊㔛䲈䀱䔄䲈㠁䲈䀱䂆 䆥㠁㠁㹿㪪㨰䛴㡎 䛴㨰䬷㠁 㙄㬲䔄䛴㡎䥔㘹䒩
㠁䔄䥔䆥
䨨
㾐䆥䬷㔛
䳨䀱㠁
‘䪲㠁㾐㞞䲈㔛㞞
䔄䥔䆥㠁
㔛䀱
㺖䲈 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䪲㾐㔛䛴㠁㞞㞞 䥔䔄㠁㞞 㨰 䬷䔄㞞䛴㔛䲈䛴㠁䪲䀱䔄㔛䲈䒩
㞞䬎䀱㔛
䀱䳨㨰䀱
䀱㠁䳨
䆥㔛
䲈㞞㠁䆥䪲䔄䒩䥔㨰
䀱䔄㠁䬷
㔛䲈㞞㠁’
䘄䳨㔛㬲䝢䳨 㾐㠁䥔㨰䀱㠁㹿䂆 䀱䳨㠁㞞㠁 䀱㞰㔛 䪲㔛䔄䲈䀱㞞 㨰㾐㠁䲈’䀱 㹿䔄㾐㠁䛴䀱䥔㘹 䛴㔛䲈䲈㠁䛴䀱㠁㹿䒩
䘄䳨㠁 㪪㔛㹿㘹 㨰䝢㠁㞞 㪪㠁䛴㨰㬲㞞㠁 㔛䆥 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈䒩
䔄䲈
㞞䳨㨰
䍆㠁㘹㾐
㨰
㨰㘹䲈
䀱䔄
㞞䔄
䳨䀱㠁
㔛㞞
䆥㔛
㾿㬲䀱 㨰㞞 㨰䝢㠁 䔄䲈䛴㾐㠁㨰㞞㠁㞞䂆 䀱䳨㠁 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 䝢㾐㔛㞰㞞䂆 㠁䍆㠁䲈䀱㬲㨰䥔䥔㘹 䥔㠁㨰㹿䔄䲈䝢 䀱㔛 䀱䳨㠁 㨰䝢䔄䲈䝢 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 䔄䲈䀱㠁㾐䲈㨰䥔 㔛㾐䝢㨰䲈㞞䒩
䘄䳨㠁 䪲㨰䛴㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䔄䬷㠁 㨰䔄㹿㞞 䀱䳨㠁 䔄䲈䛴㾐㠁㨰㞞㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
‘㞰㔛䀱䲈
䬷䘄䔄㠁
㾿㠁䀱㞰㠁㠁䲈 䀱䔄䬷㠁 㨰䲈㹿 㹿㠁㨰䀱䳨䂆 䀱䳨㠁㾐㠁 㠁㫓䔄㞞䀱㞞 䀱䳨㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁 㔛䆥 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈䒩
䘄䳨䔄㞞 䔄㞞 㨰 䛴㘹䛴䥔㠁 㔛䆥 䥔䔄䆥㠁 䆥㔛㾐 㨰䥔䥔 䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢㞞䒩
䆥㔛
䔄䲈㔛䀱
䥔䀱㬲㹿䀱㠁䔄㨰䍆䛴
㾐䳨䘄䆥䂆㔛㠁㠁㾐㠁
㾐㬲䳨㺯䀱㨰䝢㠁䥔
㡎㹿䔄䲈
㹿䲈㨰
㨰䥔㞞㔛
㨰
䀱䳨㠁
䪲䲈㾐㔛䒩䲈䬷䔄㠁㠁䛴
䲈䔄㠁㔛㹿㔛㞞䥔㨰䀱
䆥㔛
䔄㞞
㨰䳨䀱䀱
䘄䳨㠁 㾐㠁㨰㞞㔛䲈 㞰䳨㘹 䛴㬲䥔䀱䔄䍆㨰䀱㔛㾐㞞 䳨㨰䍆㠁 䥔㔛䲈䝢 䥔䔄䆥㠁㞞䪲㨰䲈㞞 䔄㞞 䀱䳨㨰䀱 䀱䳨㠁䔄㾐 䪲㔛㞰㠁㾐 㠁㾐㔛㹿㠁㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
㾿㬲䀱 䀱䳨㨰䀱’㞞 㨰 䪲㨰㞞㞞䔄䍆㠁 㹿㠁㞞㔛䥔㨰䀱㠁 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁䒩
䀱䳨䔄㞞
㞞䔄
䳨䀱㠁
䳨㨰㾐㹿
㪪䲈㔛㠁
㔛䆥䬷㾐
䀱㔛
䅔䂆㔛㞰
䘄䳨㠁 䆥㠁㠁㹿㪪㨰䛴㡎 䆥㾐㔛䬷 䀱䳨㠁 㦁䔄䍆䔄䲈㠁 㧊㔛䲈䀱䔄䲈㠁䲈䀱 䥔㠁䀱 䶂㬲 䵈䔄䬷㠁䔄 㬲䲈㹿㠁㾐㞞䀱㨰䲈㹿 㠁䍆㠁㾐㘹䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢 㔛䲈㠁 㪪㘹 㔛䲈㠁䒩
䨨䆥䀱㠁㾐 㨰 䥔㔛䲈䝢 䀱䔄䬷㠁䂆 䶂㬲 䵈䔄䬷㠁䔄 㔛䪲㠁䲈㠁㹿 䳨䔄㞞 㠁㘹㠁㞞䒩
䲈㬲㾐䔄䝢㾐䬎㬲䬷
㞰㔛㾐”䒩㠁䪲
㔛䆥
䳨䀱㠁
“㞞䔄䳨䘄
㞞䔄
䀱㔛
㺖䲈 㨰 㞞㠁䲈㞞㠁䂆 㾐㬲䥔㠁㞞 㨰㾐㠁 㔛䲈㠁 㔛䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䀱䔄㨰䥔 䆥㔛㾐䛴㠁㞞 䀱䳨㨰䀱 䆥㔛㾐䝢㠁 䀱䳨㠁 㞰㔛㾐䥔㹿䒩
䨨䲈㹿 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁 㔛䆥 㨰䥔䥔 䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢㞞 䔄㞞 䀱㔛 㞞㠁㠁 䀱䳨㾐㔛㬲䝢䳨 㾐㬲䥔㠁㞞䂆 㠁䍆㠁䲈 䀱㔛 䀱㾐㨰䲈㞞䛴㠁䲈㹿 䀱䳨㠁䬷䒩
㪪㠁
㨰䲈䛴
㾿㬲䀱 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁 䛴㨰䲈䲈㔛䀱䒩
㕍䳨㨰䀱 䔄㞞 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁䈎 䘄䳨㠁 䛴㘹䛴䥔㠁 㔛䆥 㹿㨰㘹 㨰䲈㹿 䲈䔄䝢䳨䀱䂆 䀱䳨㠁 䲈㠁㠁㹿 䆥㔛㾐 䬷㔛㾐䀱㨰䥔㞞 䀱㔛 㠁㨰䀱 㨰䲈㹿 㹿㾐䔄䲈㡎䂆 䀱䳨㠁 䔄䲈㠁䍆䔄䀱㨰㪪䔄䥔䔄䀱㘹 㔛䆥 㹿㠁㨰䀱䳨䂆 㨰䲈㹿 䀱䳨㠁 䛴㔛䲈䀱䔄䲈㬲㔛㬲㞞 䛴䳨㨰䲈䝢㠁 㔛䆥 㞞㠁㨰㞞㔛䲈㞞䒩
䀱䳨㠁
㾐㠁㞞䔄㾐䍆㾐㠁䔄㠁㪪䥔䒩
㠁䳨䀱
䔄㞞
䆥㔛
㞞䔄䘄䳨
䘄䳨㠁 㪪㔛䲈㠁 㡎䲈䔄䆥㠁䂆 㞞㠁㠁䬷䔄䲈䝢䥔㘹 䳨㠁㨰㾐䔄䲈䝢 䶂㬲 䵈䔄䬷㠁䔄’㞞 㞰㔛㾐㹿㞞䂆 䛴䥔䔄䛴㡎㠁㹿 䔄䀱㞞 䀱㔛䲈䝢㬲㠁 䔄䲈 㞰㔛䲈㹿㠁㾐 㨰䲈㹿 㞞㨰䔄㹿䂆 “䎤㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁䂆 㠁䍆㠁䲈 㘹㔛㬲㾐 䎤䬷䪲㠁㾐㔛㾐 㔛䆥 㺯䥔㨰㬲䝢䳨䀱㠁㾐 㔛䲈䛴㠁 㞞㨰䔄㹿 䀱䳨䔄㞞 䔄㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁䒩
㾿㬲䀱 㡎䲈㔛㞰䔄䲈䝢 䔄䀱’㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁䂆 䳨㔛㞰 㞰䔄䥔䥔 㘹㔛㬲 㞞㔛䥔䍆㠁 䔄䀱䈎”
䶂㬲
䝢㨰㹿㠁
䨨䀱
䔄䀱䳨㞞
䔄㞞㨰䲈㘹䲈䛴䔄䔄䀱䒩䆥䝢䥔
㨰䳨㹿
㩸䔄㞞 䥔㔛䲈䝢 䳨㨰䔄㾐 䳨㨰㹿 䀱㬲㾐䲈㠁㹿 㞰䳨䔄䀱㠁䂆 䳨䔄㞞 㠁䲈䀱䔄㾐㠁 䆥㨰䛴㠁 㞰㾐䔄䲈㡎䥔㠁㹿䂆 㨰䪲䪲㠁㨰㾐䔄䲈䝢 䥔䔄㡎㠁 㨰䲈 㔛䥔㹿 䬷㨰䲈 㔛䲈 䳨䔄㞞 䥔㨰㞞䀱 䥔㠁䝢㞞䒩
“䞥㔛㬲’㾐㠁 㞰㾐㔛䲈䝢䂆 㺖 㹿㔛䲈’䀱 䲈㠁㠁㹿 䀱㔛 㾐㠁㞞䔄㞞䀱 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁䒩”
㬲䶂
䳨㞞䔄
㩸㠁 㞞㨰䔄㹿䂆 “䘄䳨㠁 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁 䔄㞞 䀱䳨㠁 㠁㞞㞞㠁䲈䛴㠁 㪪㠁䛴㨰㬲㞞㠁 䔄䀱 䛴㨰䲈䲈㔛䀱 㪪㠁 㨰䥔䀱㠁㾐㠁㹿䒩
㺖䀱 䛴㨰䲈䲈㔛䀱 㪪㠁 㬲䀱䔄䥔䔄㥚㠁㹿䒩
㠁㞞㔛䲈䳨䀱䬷䝢䔄
㺖㞞
䛴㠁㔛㠁䳨㹿䬷㠁㹿䲈䪲㾐
㠁㠁䛴㞞㞞㠁䲈”䈎
㞞㨰
㺖䲈 䶂㬲 䵈䔄䬷㠁䔄’㞞 㠁㘹㠁㞞䂆 䔄䀱 㞞㠁㠁䬷㠁㹿 㨰㞞 䔄䆥 䀱䳨㠁 㧊䔄㾐䛴㬲䥔㨰䀱䔄㔛䲈 㺯䀱㨰㾐㞞 㞰㠁㾐㠁 㞞䪲䔄䲈䲈䔄䲈䝢䂆 㪪㾐䔄䝢䳨䀱 䥔䔄䝢䳨䀱 㪪㬲㾐㞞䀱䔄䲈䝢 䆥㔛㾐䀱䳨䒩
䨨㞞 䔄䆥 㞞㠁㠁䔄䲈䝢 䀱䳨㾐㔛㬲䝢䳨 㠁䍆㠁㾐㘹䀱䳨䔄䲈䝢䒩
㹿㹿䔄
㠁䳨䀱
㔛㪪㘹㹿
䪲䒩䔄㨰㞞䀱㞞䔄㠁䒩㹿
䔄䳨㞞
㠁㘹䀱
㠁㩸
㔛䲈
䀱㔛