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Chapter 677: Chapter 677: God of Geng Metal
Chapter 677: Chapter 677: God of Geng Metal
"In 'Lethal Wild Grass', the appearance of the Divine Spirit from The Peaceful Realms in the underground misty world was a tremendous shock to Li Muyang.
This Divine Spirit was immensely powerful, wielding a strange Magic Artifact named 'Yin Life Book', capable of pushing Jiang Xiaoyu, who possessed True Immortal-level combat power, and Little Wild Grass into dire straits.
It was only through Li Muyang's decisive self-destruction that he was able to carve out a path of survival for Little Wild Grass.
But still, he only rescued Little Wild Grass and failed to kill that Divine Spirit from The Peaceful Realms.
That Divine Spirit from The Peaceful Realms was undoubtedly the most terrifying enemy Li Muyang had ever encountered.
Now, Li Muyang has to face the Evil Spirits of The Peaceful Realms again… Could this enemy be less formidable?
Li Muyang hurried through the wilderness, flying close to the ground over a sea of bloodthirsty zombies.
Behind him in the sky, the blood sun hung high, with the massive, indifferent figure of the Yellow Robed Immortal towering between heaven and earth.
However, under the blessing of the Extreme West God, the swiftly moving Li Muyang did not attract the attention of the Yellow Robed Immortal.
Li Muyang continued to fly across the Barbaric Land, eventually flying out of the 'ocean' of surging zombies.
Ahead on the barren plains, there was desolate silence, with withered plants and grass.
Li Muyang continued flying, crossing several dried-up rivers and three winding mountain ranges.
Finally, he saw the boundary of a mysterious area ahead, shrouded in pitch-black Evil Qi with white mist swirling amidst it, giving off an eerie and grim appearance.
Following the scent drifting in the air, it was bone-chillingly cold.
Snow even began to fall from the sky.
Li Muyang flew over this snowy terrain and plunged directly into the Shadow Land engulfed by Evil Qi and fog.
The moment he entered the Shadow, the surrounding air violently whirled, stirring up a gust of wind from the flat ground.
The wild wind, mingled with icy snowflakes, furiously beat against Li Muyang's body.
The invisible flames on Li Muyang's body were suddenly dispersed by the snowflakes.
He landed within the Shadow, frowning as he looked ahead.
"...A black robe?"
Among the shadows and fog ahead, a bonfire burned.
Beside the bonfire quietly sat a figure enveloped in black mist.
This familiar NPC, Li Muyang, hadn't seen it for a long time.
Yet unexpectedly, the figure in a black robe has appeared here in the Shadow Land…
Li Muyang furrowed his brow: "Why are you here?"
The figure in the black robe turned around, silently gazing at him, and said, "Wu Ming, this is your final step."
"Moving forward, you will completely lose your way back."
"Once the revival occurs, you will face the Yellow Robed Immortal head-on and lose the ability to resurrect, left only with a single chance to battle."
"Consider carefully whether to continue forward or not."
The voice of the figure in the black robe was still low and hoarse, indistinguishable between male and female.
Li Muyang frowned at it and asked, "Who exactly are you? How can you appear in the Shadow Land? This place is dominated by the evil thoughts of the Evil Spirits of The Peaceful Realms!"
Could it be that this mysterious figure in a black robe isn't actually an ally?
This time, the mysterious figure in a black robe didn't set up its large pot to cook rotten meat.
The fire beside it was empty.
Since its first appearance, the figure in a black robe had provided Li Muyang with much assistance.
Li Muyang found it hard to believe that this person could be an enemy…
But the figure in the black robe shook its head, saying, "You don't need to worry, I am not an incarnation of Evil Spirits."
"From the beginning to the end, my stance has always aligned with yours; we stand on the same front."
"Moreover, you haven't answered my question; are you sure you want to continue forward?"
The black-robed stranger asked again.
Li Muyang silently waited; he remembered that Wu Ming could speak.
At the very beginning of the game, Wu Ming had conversed with him using system entries.
But after waiting for quite a while, no system entry appeared.
This meant... did Wu Ming default?
After a brief contemplation, Li Muyang said, "Forward!"
He took a step and walked forward: "Having come this far, why talk about backing off? Better not to have awakened in the first place!"
Li Muyang did not know Wu Ming's actual self, but piecing together shards of the plot, he vaguely guessed that this person was a fierce and outspoken warrior.
Certainly not one to shrink away from battle.
As soon as Li Muyang spoke, the black-robed stranger by the bonfire sighed with emotion.
"Indeed! It fits your character."
"The arrival of the Ascendant, stirring your ambition, made you, silent for countless eons, unwilling to face defeat... Since you've come this far, I will hold nothing back."
"Wu Ming, Ascendant! Allow me to lend you a helping hand!"
As he finished speaking, the black-robed stranger by the bonfire stood up.
He reached out and tore off his black robe, transforming it into a cluster of pitch-black mist that rushed towards Li Muyang, instantly enshrouding his body. The mist quickly solidified and eventually morphed into a domineering armor of black and red.
[Received the blessing of the God of Geng Metal]
[Divine Bone Armor: All attributes +180%, Defense +800%]
As the system prompt appeared, Li Muyang heard a husky and weak voice at his ear.
"...with my last remaining Divine Power, prevent a tragedy from happening!"
As the voice faded, the presence of the black robe completely vanished.
This once ancient God of Geng Metal, who had desperately clung to life for ten thousand years during the dark catastrophe of the Heavenly Person Five Decays, had now bestowed all of his remaining Divine Power to Li Muyang.
Looking at the domineering black and red armor on his body, Li Muyang took a deep breath, his emotions indescribable.
It seemed that this time, in the game, Wu Ming had sensed the arrival of the Ascendant and actively responded to the system's call?
And Wu Ming's awakening had also dragged her former comrades into the event.
Black robe, Water God...
He glanced back in the direction of the World Outside The Ark. There, the Water God was struggling to fend off an onslaught of bloodthirsty zombies.
Li Muyang seemed to see again the scene of the Water God fiercely fighting amidst the zombie deluge.
"...something feels off."
Li Muyang muttered softly.
He suddenly turned and walked towards the deeper shadows ahead.
The camaraderie between Wu Ming and her companions truly touched Li Muyang in this moment.
Clad in the armor fashioned by the God of Geng Metal, he charged directly into the deep shadows.
Here lay a massive den of shadow demons.
A desolate wind of Xiao Se constantly surged from underground.
And within the windy cavern draped in pale spiderwebs,
A grotesque giant spider with green eyes emerged amidst the webbing.
It cackled wickedly, saying, "What a rare visitor... isn't this our great Wu Ming?"
"Having lost your head, lost your Divine Power, and even lost your title, you dare enter my lair?"
The massive ugly spider, emitting a grating laughter, trembled its slender limbs like a sieve.
Beneath the giant spider's abdomen, three sharp fangs gripped a lifelike, vivid head.
The head's eyes were half-closed, its expression stern, looking as if still alive - it was unmistakably Wu Ming's head!
䒾䋳㺒 㭑㾼䕣㩇䟬㩇䨶㺒 㫿㵰䕣䅩㺒 㳲㽘䨶䋳㳲㙻㾼䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㙻㾼㵰䩚 㩇㫿 㘋䨶 㗞䴀䕣䅩䔡 䴀䋳㺒 㧢䴃䴀䅩㙻䋳 㵰䕣䩚 㶿䴃㩇㭑㩇㳲㵰䋳䴀㭑㾼 㽘㵰䨶䅩㙻䋳㾼䴃 䟬㩇㳲䭱䴀䕣䅩 㵰㽘㽘㒗
䒇㾼㾼䴀䕣䅩 䋳㙻䴀㺒䔡 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㺒㽘䴀䅩㙻䋳㽘䞐 㫿䨶䴃䴃㩇㔅㾼䩚 㙻䴀㺒 㧢䴃㩇㔅㒗
䬿㾼 㙻㵰䩚䕣'䋳 㾼䔱㶿㾼㳲䋳㾼䩚 䋳㙻䴀㺒 㭑㾼䕣䋳䨶䴃㾼 䴀䕣䋳㩇 䕍㙻㾼 㢢㾼䋳㙻㾼䴃 䅚㾼㵰㽘䟬㺒 䋳㩇 㳲㩇䕣㫿䴃㩇䕣䋳 㵰䕣 䊬㭑䴀㽘 䒇㶿䴀䴃䴀䋳 䋳㙻㵰䋳 䋳㩇㩇䭱 䋳㙻㾼 㫿㩇䴃䟬 㩇㫿 㵰 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃㒗
䡽䕣䩚 㺒䨶㳲㙻 㵰䕣 䨶䅩㽘䞐 㩇䕣㾼 㵰䋳 䋳㙻㵰䋳㒗
㳉䨶䋳 䴀䋳 㺒㾼㾼䟬㾼䩚䔡 㵰㶿㵰䴃䋳 㫿䴃㩇䟬 䋳㙻㾼 㫿㩇䴃䟬䴀䩚㵰㧢㽘㾼 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼㺒䔡 䋳㙻㵰䋳 䋳㙻㾼 㳲䴃㾼㵰䋳䨶䴃㾼㺒 㩇㫿 䕍㙻㾼 㢢㾼䋳㙻㾼䴃 䅚㾼㵰㽘䟬㺒 㔅㾼䴃㾼 䟬㩇㺒䋳㽘䞐 㺒䨶㳲㙻 㧢䴀䔺㵰䴃䴃㾼 㵰䕣䩚 䨶䅩㽘䞐 㧢㾼䴀䕣䅩㺒㒗
䒾䕣 "㐁㾼䋳㙻㵰㽘 㘋䴀㽘䩚 䌜䴃㵰㺒㺒䔡" 䋳㙻㾼 㫿䴀䴃㺒䋳 㵰䩚㭑㾼䴃㺒㵰䴃䞐 㯂䴀㵰䕣䅩 㔟䴀㵰㩇䞐䨶 㫿㵰㳲㾼䩚 㔅㵰㺒 㵰㽘㺒㩇 㵰䕣 䨶䅩㽘䞐 䟬㩇䕣㺒䋳㾼䴃㒗
䕍㙻㾼 䩚㵰䔺䔺㽘䴀䕣䅩 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㐁䴀䅩㙻䋳 㧢䴃䴀䅩㙻䋳㽘䞐 䴀㽘㽘䨶䟬䴀䕣㵰䋳㾼䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㳲㵰㭑㾼䴃䕣㒗
䡽䋳 䋳㙻㾼 㺒㵰䟬㾼 䋳䴀䟬㾼䔡 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㧢䨶䴃㺒䋳 㩇䨶䋳 㺒㙻㩇䨶䋳䴀䕣䅩䔡 㵰䕣䩚 㵰 㧢㽘㩇㩇䩚䪿䴃㾼䩚 䴃㵰䩚䴀㵰䕣㳲㾼 㫿㽘㵰㺒㙻㾼䩚 㵰䴃㩇䨶䕣䩚 㙻䴀䟬䔡 㳲㩇䕣䩚㾼䕣㺒䴀䕣䅩 䴀䕣䋳㩇 㵰 㺒䴀䔱䪿㫿㩇㩇䋳䪿䋳㵰㽘㽘 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㶿䴃㾼㺒㾼䕣㳲㾼㒗
䡽㽘䋳㙻㩇䨶䅩㙻 䋳㙻㾼 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㧢㩇䩚䞐 㔅㵰㺒䕣'䋳 㽘㵰䴃䅩㾼䔡 䋳㙻㾼 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㗓㩇㔅㾼䴃 䴀䋳 㶿㩇㺒㺒㾼㺒㺒㾼䩚 㔅㵰㺒 䴀䕣 䕣㩇 㔅㵰䞐 䩚䴀䟬䴀䕣䴀㺒㙻㾼䩚㒗
䕍㙻㾼 㳉㵰䴃䴃䴀㾼䴃䪿㧢䴃㾼㵰䭱䴀䕣䅩 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㐁䴀䅩㙻䋳 䴃㾼㽘㾼㵰㺒㾼䩚 㧢䞐 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 䟬㵰䩚㾼 䋳㙻㾼 㔅㙻㩇㽘㾼 䅩㽘㩇㩇䟬䞐 㳲㵰㭑㾼 㽘䴀䅩㙻䋳 䨶㶿 㵰㺒 䴀㫿 䩚㵰㔅䕣 㙻㵰䩚 㵰䴃䴃䴀㭑㾼䩚䘞
䠤㳉㽘㩇㩇䩚 䒇㩇䨶㽘 㐁㩇㳲䭱䃟 䒇㔅䴀䕣䅩㺒 㵰 㺒䨶䴃㾼䪿㙻䴀䋳 㳲㙻㵰䴀䕣 䋳㙻㵰䋳 㫿㩇䴃㳲㾼㺒 䋳㙻㾼 䋳㵰䴃䅩㾼䋳 䴀䕣䋳㩇 㵰 㔅㾼㵰䭱㾼䕣㾼䩚 㺒䋳㵰䋳㾼 㔅䴀䋳㙻 䋳㙻㾼䴀䴃 㵰䋳䋳䴃䴀㧢䨶䋳㾼㺒 䩚㾼㳲䴃㾼㵰㺒㾼䩚 㧢䞐 䘡䡠䂈㙾
䡽㫿䋳㾼䴃 㫿䨶㽘㽘䞐 䴀䕣㭑㾼㺒䋳䴀䕣䅩 䴀䕣 䋳㙻㾼 䍓䴃㩇㺒䋳 䌜㩇䩚 䋳㵰㽘㾼䕣䋳 䋳䴃㾼㾼䔡 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㵰㽘㺒㩇 㫿䨶㽘㽘䞐 䨶㶿䅩䴃㵰䩚㾼䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㳉㽘㩇㩇䩚 䒇㩇䨶㽘 㐁㩇㳲䭱 㺒䭱䴀㽘㽘㒗
䡽㺒 䋳㙻㾼 㧢㽘㩇㩇䩚䪿䴃㾼䩚 㳲㙻㵰䴀䕣 㺒㔅䨶䕣䅩 䋳㙻䴃㩇䨶䅩㙻 䋳㙻㾼 㳲㵰㭑㾼䴃䕣䔡 䋳㙻㾼 㳲㩇㽘䩚 㳲㙻㵰䴀䕣 䴀䕣㺒䋳㵰䕣䋳㽘䞐 㽘㩇㳲䭱㾼䩚 㩇䕣䋳㩇 䋳㙻㾼 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃㒗
䕍㙻㾼 䨶䅩㽘䞐 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃 㭑䴀㺒䴀㧢㽘䞐 㔅㾼㵰䭱㾼䕣㾼䩚 㵰㺒 䴀䋳㺒 㽘䴀㫿㾼 㫿㩇䴃㳲㾼 䩚䴃㵰䴀䕣㾼䩚 㵰㔅㵰䞐㒗
"䕍㙻㵰䋳 䩚䴀㺒䅩䨶㺒䋳䴀䕣䅩䔡 㭑䴀㽘㾼 㳲㙻㵰䴀䕣 㵰䅩㵰䴀䕣䘞"
"㘋䨶 㗞䴀䕣䅩䘞 䬿㵰㭑㾼 䋳㙻㾼 䩚㾼㳲㾼䕣㳲䞐 䋳㩇 䴃㾼㽘㾼㵰㺒㾼 䋳㙻㾼 㳲㙻㵰䴀䕣䘞 䍓䴀䅩㙻䋳 䟬㾼 䴀䕣 㵰䕣 㙻㩇䕣㩇䴃㵰㧢㽘㾼 㧢㵰䋳䋳㽘㾼䘞"
㠹㧢㭑䴀㩇䨶㺒㽘䞐䔡 䴀䋳 㙻㵰䩚 㵰㽘䴃㾼㵰䩚䞐 㾼䔱㶿㾼䴃䴀㾼䕣㳲㾼䩚 䋳㙻㾼 䟬䴀䅩㙻䋳 㩇㫿 䋳㙻㾼 㳉㽘㩇㩇䩚 䒇㩇䨶㽘 㐁㩇㳲䭱 㵰䕣䩚 䭱䕣㾼㔅 䴀䋳 㳲㩇䨶㽘䩚 䕣㩇䋳 㧢㾼 㧢䴃㩇䭱㾼䕣㒗
㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㙻㾼㽘䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㳉㽘㩇㩇䩚 䒇㩇䨶㽘 㐁㩇㳲䭱 䴀䕣 㙻䴀㺒 㽘㾼㫿䋳 㙻㵰䕣䩚 㵰䕣䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㳉㵰䴃䴃䴀㾼䴃䪿㧢䴃㾼㵰䭱䴀䕣䅩 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㐁䴀䅩㙻䋳 䴀䕣 㙻䴀㺒 䴃䴀䅩㙻䋳㒗
㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 䋳㙻䴃㾼㔅 䴀䋳 䩚䴀䴃㾼㳲䋳㽘䞐䔡 㵰䕣䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㺒㽘㾼䕣䩚㾼䴃 䩚㵰䔺䔺㽘䴀䕣䅩 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㐁䴀䅩㙻䋳 㶿䴀㾼䴃㳲㾼䩚 㺒䋳䴃㵰䴀䅩㙻䋳 䋳㙻䴃㩇䨶䅩㙻 䋳㙻㾼 㧢㩇䩚䞐 㩇㫿 䋳㙻㾼 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃㒗
䡽䟬䴀䩚㺒䋳 䴀䋳㺒 㔅㵰䴀㽘㺒䔡 䋳㙻㾼 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃 㳲㩇䕣䋳䴀䕣䨶㾼䩚 䋳㩇 㳲䨶䴃㺒㾼㒗
䡽㫿䋳㾼䴃 㧢㾼䴀䕣䅩 㶿㾼䕣㾼䋳䴃㵰䋳㾼䩚 㧢䞐 䋳㙻㾼 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 䒇㶿㾼㵰䴃䔡 䋳㙻㾼 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃'㺒 䨶䅩㽘䞐 㧢㩇䩚䞐 㾼䔱㶿㽘㩇䩚㾼䩚 㔅䴀䋳㙻 㵰 㧢㵰䕣䅩䔡 䋳䨶䴃䕣䴀䕣䅩 䴀䕣䋳㩇 㵰 㳲㽘㩇䨶䩚 㩇㫿 㫿㩇䨶㽘䪿㺒䟬㾼㽘㽘䴀䕣䅩 䅩䴃㾼㾼䕣 㽘䴀䬦䨶䴀䩚㒗
㳉䨶䋳 䴀䕣 䋳㙻㾼 䕣㾼䔱䋳 㺒㾼㳲㩇䕣䩚䔡 䋳㙻㾼 㺒㶿䴃㵰䞐㾼䩚 䅩䴃㾼㾼䕣 㽘䴀䬦䨶䴀䩚 㺒㔅䴀㫿䋳㽘䞐 㔅䴃䴀䅩䅩㽘㾼䩚 㵰䕣䩚 䅩㵰䋳㙻㾼䴃㾼䩚 㧢㵰㳲䭱 䴀䕣 䴀䋳㺒 㩇䴃䴀䅩䴀䕣㵰㽘 㺒㶿㩇䋳䔡 䴃㾼㳲㩇䕣㺒䋳䴀䋳䨶䋳䴀䕣䅩 䋳㙻㾼 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃㒗
䕍㙻㾼 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃 㺒㙻㩇䨶䋳㾼䩚䔡 "㘋䨶 㗞䴀䕣䅩䘞 䬿㵰㭑㾼 䋳㙻㾼 䅩䨶䋳㺒 䋳㩇 䋳㵰䭱㾼 㩇㫿㫿 䋳㙻㾼 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㳉㩇䕣㾼 䡽䴃䟬㩇䴃 䞐㩇䨶 㔅㾼㵰䴃䘞 㾽㩇 䕣㩇䋳 㧢㩇䴃䴃㩇㔅 䋳㙻㾼 㺒䋳䴃㾼䕣䅩䋳㙻 㩇㫿 㩇䋳㙻㾼䴃㺒䘞"
"䒾㫿 䴀䋳 㔅㾼䴃㾼䕣'䋳 㫿㩇䴃 䋳㙻㾼 㶿䴃㩇䋳㾼㳲䋳䴀㩇䕣 㩇㫿 䋳㙻㾼 䡽䔺䨶䴃㾼 䍓䴀䴃㾼 㵰䕣䩚 䋳㙻㾼 䌜㾼䕣䅩 㗞㾼䋳㵰㽘 䌜㩇䩚䔡 䭱䴀㽘㽘䴀䕣䅩 䞐㩇䨶 㔅㩇䨶㽘䩚 㧢㾼 㵰㺒 㾼㵰㺒䞐 㵰㺒 㺒㽘㵰䨶䅩㙻䋳㾼䴃䴀䕣䅩 㵰 㶿䴀䅩䘞" 䴀䋳 㳲䨶䴃㺒㾼䩚 㭑㩇㳲䴀㫿㾼䴃㩇䨶㺒㽘䞐㒗
㗓㾼䴃㙻㵰㶿㺒 䴀䋳 㔅㩇䨶㽘䩚 㙻㵰㭑㾼 㔅㩇䴃䭱㾼䩚 㩇䕣 䋳㙻㵰䋳 㫿䴀㾼䴃䞐 㘋䨶 㗞䴀䕣䅩㒗
㳉䨶䋳 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㔅㵰㺒䕣'䋳 㧢䨶䞐䴀䕣䅩 䴀䋳䘞
㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㩇䕣㳲㾼 㵰䅩㵰䴀䕣 㺒㔅䨶䕣䅩 䋳㙻㾼 㳉㽘㩇㩇䩚 䒇㩇䨶㽘 㐁㩇㳲䭱䔡 䋳䴀䅩㙻䋳㽘䞐 㧢䴀䕣䩚䴀䕣䅩 䋳㙻㾼 㺒䋳䴃䨶䅩䅩㽘䴀䕣䅩 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃㒗
䡽䋳 䋳㙻㾼 㺒㵰䟬㾼 䋳䴀䟬㾼䔡 㙻㾼 䅩㵰䋳㙻㾼䴃㾼䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㳉㵰䴃䴃䴀㾼䴃䪿㧢䴃㾼㵰䭱䴀䕣䅩 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㐁䴀䅩㙻䋳 㵰䅩㵰䴀䕣䔡 㙻䨶䴃㽘䴀䕣䅩 䋳㙻㾼 䌜㩇䩚 㐁䴀䅩㙻䋳 䒇㶿㾼㵰䴃㒗
䕍㙻㾼 䴀㳲䞐 㳲㙻㵰䴀䕣㺒 㺒㽘䴀㳲㾼䩚 䋳㙻䴃㩇䨶䅩㙻 䋳㙻㾼 㭑㩇䴀䩚䔡 䩚䴀䴃㾼㳲䋳㽘䞐 㔅䴃㵰㶿㶿䴀䕣䅩 㵰䴃㩇䨶䕣䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㙻㾼㵰䩚 㩇㫿 㘋䨶 㗞䴀䕣䅩 㳲㽘㩇㵰䭱㾼䩚 䴀䕣 䋳㙻㾼 䅩䴃㾼㾼䕣 䰳䨶䴀㳲㾼㺒㒗
䕍㙻㾼䕣 㵰䟬䴀䩚㺒䋳 䋳㙻㾼 㶿䴀㾼䴃㳲䴀䕣䅩䔡 㵰䕣䅩䴃䞐 㳲䨶䴃㺒㾼㺒 㩇㫿 䋳㙻㾼 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃䔡 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㺒㔅䴀㫿䋳㽘䞐 䴃㾼䋳䴃㵰㳲䋳㾼䩚 䋳㙻㾼 㳉㽘㩇㩇䩚 䒇㩇䨶㽘 㐁㩇㳲䭱䔡 㵰㽘㩇䕣䅩 㔅䴀䋳㙻 䋳㙻㾼 㙻㾼㵰䩚 䴀䋳 㙻㵰䩚 㾼䕣㺒䕣㵰䴃㾼䩚㒗
䕍㙻㾼 䴃㾼㫿㩇䴃䟬㾼䩚 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃 㺒䋳㵰䟬㶿㾼䩚 㵰䕣䩚 㳲䨶䴃㺒㾼䩚䃟 "䊂㩇䨶 㙻㵰㭑㾼䕣'䋳 䩚㾼㫿㾼㵰䋳㾼䩚 䟬㾼 䞐㾼䋳䘞 㘋㙻䞐 㺒䋳㾼㵰㽘 䟬䞐 㺒㶿㩇䴀㽘㺒 㩇㫿 㔅㵰䴃䘞"
䕍㙻㾼 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃 䰳䨶䟬㶿㾼䩚 㵰䕣䩚 䴃㵰䅩㾼䩚 䴀䕣 㵰䕣䅩㾼䴃㒗
䡽䋳 䋳㙻㾼 㺒㵰䟬㾼 䋳䴀䟬㾼䔡 㙻㾼 㳲㵰䨶䅩㙻䋳 䋳㙻㾼 㫿㽘䞐䴀䕣䅩 㙻㾼㵰䩚䔡 㾼䔱㵰䟬䴀䕣䴀䕣䅩 䋳㙻㾼 㳲㙻䴀㽘㽘䴀䕣䅩 㵰䕣䩚 㾼䔱㳲㾼㶿䋳䴀㩇䕣㵰㽘㽘䞐 㭑䴀㭑䴀䩚 㫿㾼䟬㵰㽘㾼 㙻㾼㵰䩚 䴀䕣 㙻䴀㺒 㙻㵰䕣䩚㺒䔡 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㽘㾼䋳 㩇䨶䋳 㵰 㽘㩇䕣䅩 㺒䴀䅩㙻 㩇㫿 䴃㾼㽘䴀㾼㫿㒗
"㒗㒗㒗 䒾 㫿䴀䕣㵰㽘㽘䞐 㺒㾼㾼 䞐㩇䨶䴃 䋳䴃䨶㾼 㫿㵰㳲㾼㒗"
䒇䋳㾼䴃䕣䔡 㵰㽘㩇㩇㫿㒗㒗㒗䋳㙻㵰䋳'㺒 䋳㙻㾼 㫿䴀䴃㺒䋳 䴀䟬㶿䴃㾼㺒㺒䴀㩇䕣 㘋䨶 㗞䴀䕣䅩 䅩㵰㭑㾼 㙻䴀䟬㒗
䒾䋳 㔅㵰㺒 䕣㩇䋳 㵰 㶿㾼㾼䴃㽘㾼㺒㺒 㧢㾼㵰䨶䋳䞐 䋳㙻㵰䋳 㔅㩇䨶㽘䩚 㧢䴃䴀䕣䅩 䕣㵰䋳䴀㩇䕣㺒 䋳㩇 䋳㙻㾼䴀䴃 䭱䕣㾼㾼㺒㒗
䡽㺒 䴀㫿 㙻㾼 㔅㵰㺒 㫿㵰㳲䴀䕣䅩 䕣㩇䋳 㵰 㔅㩇䟬㵰䕣'㺒 㫿㵰㳲㾼 㧢䨶䋳 㵰 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 䒇㔅㩇䴃䩚 㾼䔱㶿㩇㺒㾼䩚 䴀䕣 㵰㽘㽘 䴀䋳㺒 㺒㙻㵰䴃㶿䕣㾼㺒㺒㒗
䡽㺒 㙻㾼 㽘㩇㩇䭱㾼䩚 㵰䋳 䋳㙻㾼 㫿㵰㳲㾼 䴀䕣 㙻䴀㺒 㙻㵰䕣䩚㺒䔡 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 䩚䴃䴀㫿䋳㾼䩚 㩇㫿㫿 㫿㩇䴃 㵰 䟬㩇䟬㾼䕣䋳㒗
"㒗㒗㒗 㢨䨶䴃㺒㾼 䞐㩇䨶䔡 㘋䨶 㗞䴀䕣䅩䘞 䊬㭑㾼䕣 䴀㫿 䞐㩇䨶 䴃㾼㳲㽘㵰䴀䟬 䞐㩇䨶䴃 㙻㾼㵰䩚 㵰䕣䩚 䴃㾼䋳䨶䴃䕣 䋳㩇 㽘䴀㫿㾼䔡 䞐㩇䨶 㔅㩇䕣'䋳 㺒䨶䴃㭑䴀㭑㾼 㫿㩇䴃 䋳㙻䴃㾼㾼 䩚㵰䞐㺒䘞"
"㳉䞐 䋳㙻㾼 㙻㾼䴃㾼䋳䴀㳲㵰㽘 㶿㵰䋳㙻 㩇㫿 䩚䴀㺒䟬㾼䟬㧢㾼䴃䴀䕣䅩 䞐㩇䨶䴃 䩚䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㧢㩇䩚䞐䔡 䞐㩇䨶 㵰䴀䟬 䋳㩇 㾼㺒㳲㵰㶿㾼 䋳㙻㾼 䬿㾼㵰㭑㾼䕣㽘䞐 㗓㾼䴃㺒㩇䕣 䍓䴀㭑㾼 㾽㾼㳲㵰䞐㺒䔡 㧢䨶䋳 䋳㙻㾼 㳲䨶䴃㺒㾼 㩇㫿 䕍㙻㾼 㗓㾼㵰㳲㾼㫿䨶㽘 䅚㾼㵰㽘䟬㺒 㙻㵰㺒 㽘㩇䕣䅩 㶿㾼䕣㾼䋳䴃㵰䋳㾼䩚 䋳㙻䴀㺒 㽘㵰䕣䩚 㵰䕣䩚 㾼㭑㾼䴃䞐 㶿㩇䴃㾼 㩇㫿 䞐㩇䨶 䩚䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼㺒㒗"
"䕍㙻䴃㾼㾼 䩚㵰䞐㺒 㽘㵰䋳㾼䴃䔡 㾼㭑㾼䕣 䴀㫿 䞐㩇䨶 䩚㾼㫿㾼㵰䋳 䋳㙻㾼 䊂㾼㽘㽘㩇㔅 䅚㩇㧢㾼䩚 䒾䟬䟬㩇䴃䋳㵰㽘䔡 䞐㩇䨶 㵰䴃㾼 䩚㾼㺒䋳䴀䕣㾼䩚 䋳㩇 䩚㾼㳲㽘䴀䕣㾼䘞"
"㐁㾼䋳 㵰㽘㩇䕣㾼 䋳㙻㾼 㫿㵰㳲䋳 䞐㩇䨶 㳲㵰䕣'䋳 㾼㭑㾼䕣 㺒䋳㩇㶿 䴀䋳䘞"
"䒾䋳 䴀㺒 㧢䨶䋳 㵰 㔅㵰㽘䭱䴀䕣䅩 㳲㩇䴃㶿㺒㾼 㵰䕣䴀䟬㵰䋳㾼䩚 㧢䞐 㽘䴀䕣䅩㾼䴃䴀䕣䅩 㩇㧢㺒㾼㺒㺒䴀㩇䕣㺒 㧢㾼㫿㩇䴃㾼 䩚㾼㵰䋳㙻䔡 䞐㾼䋳 䴃㾼㽘䞐䴀䕣䅩 㩇䕣 䋳㙻㾼 㾼䔱䴀㺒䋳㾼䕣㳲㾼 㩇㫿 䋳㙻㾼 䡽䴃䭱䪿㩇㫿䪿䡽䕣㩇䋳㙻㾼䴃䪿䅚㾼㵰㽘䟬䔡 䴀䋳 㔅䴀㽘㽘 㔅䴀㾼㽘䩚 㶿㩇㔅㾼䴃 㳲㩇䟬㶿㵰䴃㵰㧢㽘㾼 䋳㩇 䴀䋳㺒 㶿㾼㵰䭱䘞"
"䡽䕣䩚 䞐㩇䨶䔡 㾼㭑㾼䕣 䴀䕣 䞐㩇䨶䴃 㶿䴃䴀䟬㾼䔡 㵰䴃㾼 䕣㩇㔅㙻㾼䴃㾼 䕣㾼㵰䴃 䴀䋳㺒 䟬㵰䋳㳲㙻䘞"
"䬿㵰㙻㵰㙻㵰㒗㒗㒗 㔅㙻㵰䋳 㵰 䰳㩇䭱㾼䘞"
䕍㙻㾼 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃䔡 㫿㩇䴃㳲㾼㫿䨶㽘㽘䞐 䩚㾼㶿䴃䴀㭑㾼䩚 㩇㫿 䴀䋳㺒 㙻㾼㵰䩚 㵰䕣䩚 㳲㩇䕣䋳䴀䕣䨶㩇䨶㺒㽘䞐 㺒㽘㵰䴀䕣 㔅䴀䋳㙻㩇䨶䋳 㵰䕣䞐 㶿㩇㔅㾼䴃 䋳㩇 㫿䴀䅩㙻䋳 㧢㵰㳲䭱䔡 㳲㩇䨶㽘䩚 㩇䕣㽘䞐 㳲䨶䴃㺒㾼 䴀䕣 㫿䴃㾼䕣䔺䞐㒗
䒇㵰䩚㽘䞐 㫿㩇䴃 䴀䋳䔡 㵰㺒 㵰䕣 䡽㺒㳲㾼䕣䩚㵰䕣䋳䔡 㐁䴀 㗞䨶䞐㵰䕣䅩 㫿㾼㽘䋳 䕣㩇䋳㙻䴀䕣䅩 㫿䴃㩇䟬 㺒䨶㳲㙻 㳲䨶䴃㺒㾼㺒㒗
— 㠹䕣㽘䴀䕣㾼 䋳䴃㩇㽘㽘㺒 㫿䴃㩇䟬 㙻䴀㺒 㶿㵰㺒䋳 㽘䴀㫿㾼 㳲㩇䨶㽘䩚 㳲㩇䟬㾼 䨶㶿 㔅䴀䋳㙻 㵰 㙻䨶䕣䩚䴃㾼䩚 䟬㩇䴃㾼 㭑㵰䴃䴀㵰䋳䴀㩇䕣㺒 㩇㫿 䴀䕣㺒䨶㽘䋳㺒 䋳㙻㵰䕣 䞐㩇䨶䘞
䒾䕣㺒䋳㾼㵰䩚䔡 㙻㾼 㳲㩇㽘䩚㽘䞐 㳲㩇䕣䰳䨶䴃㾼䩚 㳉㵰䴃䴃䴀㾼䴃䪿㧢䴃㾼㵰䭱䴀䕣䅩 㾽䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㐁䴀䅩㙻䋳䔡 㺒㶿㾼㵰䴃 㵰㫿䋳㾼䴃 㺒㶿㾼㵰䴃 㩇㫿 䴀㳲䞐 䩚䴀㭑䴀䕣㾼 㽘䴀䅩㙻䋳 㙻䨶䴃㽘㾼䩚 㩇䨶䋳 䋳㩇 㧢㽘㵰㺒䋳 䋳㙻㾼 䴀䕣㳲㾼㺒㺒㵰䕣䋳㽘䞐 㳲䨶䴃㺒䴀䕣䅩 䅩䴀㵰䕣䋳 㺒㶿䴀䩚㾼䴃 㵰䅩㵰䴀䕣 㵰䕣䩚 㵰䅩㵰䴀䕣㒗
䬿㾼 㺒㩇䨶䅩㙻䋳 䋳㩇 䨶䋳䋳㾼䴃㽘䞐 㵰䕣䕣䴀㙻䴀㽘㵰䋳㾼 䋳㙻䴀㺒 㗓㾼㵰㳲㾼㫿䨶㽘 䅚㾼㵰㽘䟬㺒 䊬㭑䴀㽘 䒇㶿䴀䴃䴀䋳㒗
䍓䴀䕣㵰㽘㽘䞐䔡 㔅䴀䋳㙻 㵰 㙻㾼㵰䴃䋳䪿㔅䴃㾼䕣㳲㙻䴀䕣䅩 㔅㵰䴀㽘䔡 䴀䋳 㽘㾼䋳 㩇䨶䋳 㵰 㳲䴃䞐 㩇㫿 䨶䕣㔅䴀㽘㽘䴀䕣䅩䕣㾼㺒㺒 㵰㫿䋳㾼䴃 䴀䋳㺒 䋳㩇䋳㵰㽘 䩚㾼䟬䴀㺒㾼㒗
"㒗㒗㒗 㾽㩇䕣'䋳 㧢㾼 㺒䟬䨶䅩䘞 䊂㩇䨶 㵰䴃㾼 䩚㩇㩇䟬㾼䩚 䋳㩇 㽘㩇㺒㾼䘞 䊂㩇䨶䴃 㭑䴀㳲䋳㩇䴃䞐 㫿䴃㩇䟬 䋳㾼䕣 䋳㙻㩇䨶㺒㵰䕣䩚 䞐㾼㵰䴃㺒 㵰䅩㩇 㔅㵰㺒 㧢䨶䋳 㵰 㫿㵰㽘㺒㾼 㫿㵰㳲㵰䩚㾼䘞 㘋㾼 䩚㾼㳲㾼䴀㭑㾼䩚 䞐㩇䨶䘞"
"䒾䕣 䋳㙻㾼 䩚㾼㶿䋳㙻㺒 㩇㫿 䋳㙻㵰䋳 䟬䴀㺒䋳䔡 䋳㙻㾼 㧢㾼㵰㳲㩇䕣 㩇㫿 㙻㩇㶿㾼 㫿㩇䴃 㩇䨶䴃 䭱䴀䕣䩚 㔅䴀㽘㽘 㵰㔅㵰䭱㾼䕣 㵰䕣䩚 䴃㾼䋳䨶䴃䕣䘞"
"䒾 䟬㵰䞐 䕣㩇䋳 㔅䴀䋳䕣㾼㺒㺒 䴀䋳䔡 㧢䨶䋳 㩇䨶䴃 䬿㩇㽘䞐 䒇㶿䴀䴃䴀䋳 㔅䴀㽘㽘 㧢䴃䴀䕣䅩 䋳䴃䨶㾼 䩚㾼㺒㶿㵰䴀䴃 䋳㩇 䞐㩇䨶 㵰㽘㽘䘞 䕍㩇 䞐㩇䨶 㧢㾼䴀䕣䅩㺒 㽘䴀㭑䴀䕣䅩 䴀䕣 㺒䨶䕣㽘䴀䅩㙻䋳䔡 䋳㩇 䨶㺒㙻㾼䴃 䞐㩇䨶䴃 㳲㩇䟬㶿㽘㾼䋳㾼 䩚㩇㔅䕣㫿㵰㽘㽘䘞"
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