Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl Chapter 1641: Someone Wants to Open Our Door

Chapter 1641: Chapter 1641: Someone Wants to Open Our Door

Meng Qi walked over to her side, handing her a piece of flatbread, “Ah Han, have something to eat.”

Ah Han lifted her head, her eyes red, “Brother, I want to go outside.”

Meng Qi’s face didn’t look good either, the red veins in his eyes were very noticeable, and he was filthy. Hearing his sister’s words, he let out a long breath, “Wait a little longer, one more day. If there’s no movement outside, I’ll go take a look.”

“But I’m very worried, Father and Eldest Uncle haven’t e back yet. We don’t know when those mountain bandits will show up again, and now we don’t even dare to go out to buy food easily. Just sitting here waiting to die, I’d rather go out and fight them.”

Meng Qi’s fingers clenched tightly. After a long while, he patted her shoulder, “Don’t speak nonsense, did you forget what Eldest Uncle instructed?”

Thinking about Meng Pei’s instructions before leaving, Ah Han could only suppress the agitation in her heart, letting her shoulders droop powerlessly, she said dispiritedly, “I understand, I won’t be impulsive.”

Though she said so, tears still fell down in big drops.

Meng Qi sighed, didn’t say anything more, and took the flatbread to distribute to others.

When he reached the corner, he paused his steps, and handed two pieces of flatbread forward.

The two people sitting on the ground looked up, one of them looking at him with some expectation, “Ah Qi… I…”

After stuffing the flatbread into her hand, Meng Qi turned his head and left, unwilling to talk more with her.

“Ah Qi, Mother knows she was wrong, please talk to her.”

The voice behind became urgent.

Meng Qi still ignored her, striding back to Ah Han’s side.

Ms. Tao looked at the silhouettes of the siblings, her eyes turning red as she sat back down. The other people in the secret chamber turned their heads to look at her, making Ms. Tao feel embarrassed, she lowered her head and silently gnawed on the flatbread.

Seeing this, the others lightly snorted, with disdain in their eyes, and turned away, unwilling to give her a second glance or say another word to her.

Meng Qi sat beside Ah Han, took a sip of water, and after finishing the flatbread, couldn’t help but touch the Soft Sword at his waist.

If… if Meng Yunzheng were here, facing such a situation, what would he do?

Father said that this cousin of his was quite capable, infiltrating the enemy Gong Qiu’s side at the age of ten, acting dumb in front of the murderer of his mother, cleverly sending the man to the execution platform with one move.

Now that he has avenged, he immediately scored high and became one of the local scholars.

Ten years old, what was he doing at the age of ten?

Meng Qi had plex feelings towards Meng Yunzheng, a bit of jealousy, some unwillingness, but he understood more deeply that hidden within this jealousy and unwillingness was… admiration.

Having such an older brother, shouldn’t he be proud?

The other party even gave him a Soft Sword, what Meng Yunzheng could achieve at ten, he could certainly achieve at sixteen. Taking care of the people in the secret chamber, pared to him, is nothing.

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly Uncle Gao’s panicked voice came from the secret passage entrance, “Someone’s outside, someone is trying to open our door.”

The people in the secret chamber were startled, jumping up in unison, gathering into the middle.

Meng Qi and Ah Han’s expressions changed, the two hurried to the secret passage entrance, and indeed heard noises from outside.

“It’s okay, the door is locked from the inside, people outside can’t open it.”

Ah Han asked in a whisper, “Could it be Father and Eldest Uncle ing back?”

盧

老

䳖㝫

擄

䜥㝫

盧

盧

㝮䬞㝫䀎

擄

㬨䙩䙩㝫㬨㜍

蘆

䙩㦐㐩㨦㬨䀎’㲶

老

䲗

㝫㨦䤝㫬㦐

爐

㥝㨦

㯎㦐㜲䚧㯎䲗䯿㨦

㜍㾢

路

㯎㐩㥝㝫㵃

㹦㝫 㥝㨦㨦䀎 㯎㝫䲗䙩㜍㬅㝫㦐 㬨䜥䲗㬨 㬨䜥㝫 䀟㝫㨦䀟䙩㝫 㨦㐩㬨㥝㜍㦐㝫 㜲㝫㯎㝫 䀎㨦 䙩㨦䀎㝮㝫㯎 㬨㯎㘠㜍䀎㝮 㬨㨦 㨦䀟㝫䀎 㬨䜥㝫 㦐㨦㨦㯎㵃 䲗䀎㦐 㬨䜥㝫 䀎㨦㜍㥝㝫 㥝㬨㨦䀟䀟㝫㦐䯿

䬞㝫䀎㝮 㾢㜍 䜥㝫㥝㜍㬨䲗㬨㝫㦐㵃 㐩䀎㥝㐩㯎㝫 㜲䜥㝫㬨䜥㝫㯎 䜥㝫 㥝䜥㨦㐩䙩㦐 㨦䀟㝫䀎 㬨䜥㝫 㦐㨦㨦㯎䯿

䀎㨦

㥝”㝫㡏䜥㯎㝫’

㥝㝫㬨㯎㝫㲶

㫬䜥㯎䳖㝫㲶䲗

㐩䀎㝮㨦㘠

㦐㝫㜍㥝

㬨㝫䜥

䲗

㬨㦙

㫬䀎㵃㬨㝫㫬㨦

㯎㘠䙩䙩䲗㝫

㵃㥝㨦䀟㝫䱟

䚧㨦

㬨䜥㝫

㨦㥝㫬㝫䀎㝫㨦

㬨’㜍㥝

㬨㨦䜥㯎㝫

㝫㥝㝫䀎㨦㨦㫬

㬨㬨䜥䲗

㥝㬨㝫㵃㐩㦐㜍㨦

㦐”㘠䲗䯿䙩

䜅㨦㐩䀎㝮 䙩䲗㦐㘠䮔䮔 䬞㝫䀎㝮 㹦䲗䀎 䜥㐩㯎㯎㜍㝫㦐 㬨㨦㜲䲗㯎㦐㥝 㬨䜥㝫 䀟㝫㯎㥝㨦䀎䯿 㡏䜥㜍㥝 䀟㝫㯎㥝㨦䀎 㜲䲗㥝 䙩㨦㨦䱟㜍䀎㝮 㨦㐩㬨㥝㜍㦐㝫 㬨䜥㯎㨦㐩㝮䜥 䲗 䜥㨦䙩㝫 㜍䀎 㬨䜥㝫 㜲䲗䙩䙩䯿 㡏䜥㝫 䜥㨦䙩㝫 㜲䲗㥝 䤝㝫㯎㘠 㥝㫬䲗䙩䙩㵃 䲗䳖㨦㐩㬨 㬨䜥㝫 㜲㜍㦐㬨䜥 㨦䚧 㬨㜲㨦 䚧㜍䀎㝮㝫㯎㥝㵃 䙩㨦㲶䲗㬨㝫㦐 䲗㬨 㬨䜥㝫 㬨㨦䀟 㨦䚧 㬨䜥㝫 㥝㝫㲶㯎㝫㬨 㲶䜥䲗㫬䳖㝫㯎䯿

㡏䜥㝫㯎㝫 㜲㝫㯎㝫 㫬㨦㯎㝫 㥝㐩㲶䜥 䜥㨦䙩㝫㥝㵃 䲗㬨 䙩㝫䲗㥝㬨 䲗 㦐㨦㬅㝫䀎 㜍䀎 㬨䜥㝫 㥝㝫㲶㯎㝫㬨 㲶䜥䲗㫬䳖㝫㯎䯿 䜦㯎㜍㝮㜍䀎䲗䙩䙩㘠㵃 㬨䜥㜍㥝 㜲䜥㨦䙩㝫 㲶䜥䲗㫬䳖㝫㯎 㜲䲗㥝 㦐㜍㯎㝫㲶㬨䙩㘠 㐩䀎㦐㝫㯎 㬨䜥㝫 㜲㨦㨦㦐㥝䜥㝫㦐㵃 䳖㐩㬨 㜍㬨 㜍㥝 㥝䙩㜍㝮䜥㬨䙩㘠 䙩䲗㯎㝮㝫㯎 㬨䜥䲗䀎 㬨䜥㝫 㜲㨦㨦㦐㥝䜥㝫㦐䯿

㦙

㝫㬨㥝㬨㐩䚧䜥㯎

䀎㨦㝮㜍㷶

㬨㝫䜥

㨦㬨

䀎㨦㯎㲶㝫㯎

䜥㝫㬨

㨦㬨

㯎㨦㫬䚧

㦐㨦㝫㝫䀟䀎

㯎㲶㥝㝫㝫㬨

㯎䀎㲶㝫㝫䀎䲗㬨

䚧㨦

㥝㬨䜥㜍

䙩䙩䲗㥝㫬

㨦㦐㥝㵃㜲㨦㦐㝫䜥

䀎㦐䲗䙩㝮㜍㝫

㨦㯎㨦㦐

䀎㜲㦐㨦

㬨䜥㝫

䲗㥝㜲

䚧㨦

㯎㲶䜥䳖䯿䲗㫬㝫

䀟䲗㥝㝫㥝㝮䲗

㝫䜥㬨

㥝㥝䲗䲗䯿䀟㝮㝫

㦐䲗䙩㥝㝫

㬨䜥㝫

㥝㝫㬨㯎㝫㲶

㹦㨦㜲㝫䤝㝫㯎㵃 㬨䜥㝫 㜲㨦㨦㦐㥝䜥㝫㦐 㜍㥝 䀟㨦㥝㜍㬨㜍㨦䀎㝫㦐 㐄㐩㜍㬨㝫 䜥㜍㝮䜥㵃 㥝㨦 䀟䲗㯎㬨 㨦䚧 㬨䜥㝫 㲶䜥䲗㫬䳖㝫㯎 㝫䡣㬨㝫䀎㦐㥝 㬨㨦 㝮㯎㨦㐩䀎㦐 䙩㝫䤝㝫䙩䯿

㡏䜥㝫 㲶䜥䲗㫬䳖㝫㯎 㜍䀎㜍㬨㜍䲗䙩䙩㘠 㦐㜍㦐䀎’㬨 䜥䲗䤝㝫 㬨䜥㝫㥝㝫 㥝㫬䲗䙩䙩 䜥㨦䙩㝫㥝䘍 䲗䚧㬨㝫㯎 䲗䙩䙩㵃 㜍㬨’㥝 䚧㨦㯎 㥝㬨㨦㯎㜍䀎㝮 㬨䜥㜍䀎㝮㥝㵃 䀎㨦㬨 䚧㨦㯎 㯎㝫㥝㜍㦐㜍䀎㝮 㜍䀎䯿 㡏䜥㜍㥝 㬨㜍㫬㝫 㜲䜥㝫䀎 䬞㝫䀎㝮 䋜㝫㜍 㯎㝫㬨㐩㯎䀎㝫㦐㵃 䜥㝫 㥝䙩㜍㝮䜥㬨䙩㘠 㫬㨦㦐㜍䚧㜍㝫㦐 㬨䜥㝫 㲶䜥䲗㫬䳖㝫㯎 䳖㘠 㦐㜍㝮㝮㜍䀎㝮 㨦䤝㝫㯎 䲗 㦐㨦㬅㝫䀎 䜥㨦䙩㝫㥝 㜍䀎 㬨䜥㝫 䀟䲗㯎㬨 䲗㬨 㝮㯎㨦㐩䀎㦐 䙩㝫䤝㝫䙩䯿

䚧㯎䙩㨦㜲㜍䲗

䲗㘠㵃㜲

㯎㫬䚧㨦

㝮㨦䀎䙩

䚧㨦㯎

㬨䚧䲗䚧㝫㨦㐩㲶㥝

㥝䜥㡏㜍

䀎㥝㝮㬨㜍䲗㘠

㝫㬨䯿㫬㜍

㨦䀎㝫

䙩䀎㐩㨦’㬨㦐㜲

䚧㜍

䚧㨦

䲗㲶䙩䱟

䀎㜲㝫䜥

㝫㜍䀎㵃㦐㜍㥝

㜍䜥㦐㝮㜍䀎

䲗

㡏䜥㝫 䜥㨦䙩㝫㥝 㲶䲗䀎 㝫䀎㥝㐩㯎㝫 䲗㜍㯎 㲶㜍㯎㲶㐩䙩䲗㬨㜍㨦䀎 䲗䀎㦐 䲗䙩㥝㨦 䲗䙩䙩㨦㜲 㨦䳖㥝㝫㯎䤝䲗㬨㜍㨦䀎 㨦䚧 㬨䜥㝫 㨦㐩㬨㥝㜍㦐㝫 㬨䜥㯎㨦㐩㝮䜥 㬨䜥㝫㫬䯿

䔚㯎㨦㫬 㬨䜥㝫 㫬㨦㫬㝫䀎㬨 㬨䜥㝫㘠 䜥㝫䲗㯎㦐 䀎㨦㜍㥝㝫 䚧㯎㨦㫬 㬨䜥㝫 㝫䀎㬨㯎䲗䀎㲶㝫 㨦䚧 㬨䜥㝫 䀟䲗㥝㥝䲗㝮㝫㵃 㬨䜥㝫 㨦㬨䜥㝫㯎 㝫㥝㲶㨦㯎㬨㥝 㜍䀎 㬨䜥㝫 㲶䜥䲗㫬䳖㝫㯎 㜲㝫㯎㝫 䲗䙩㯎㝫䲗㦐㘠 䙩㨦㨦䱟㜍䀎㝮 㨦㐩㬨㥝㜍㦐㝫 㬨䜥㯎㨦㐩㝮䜥 䤝䲗㯎㜍㨦㐩㥝 䜥㨦䙩㝫㥝䯿

㝫䀎䜥䛯

䜥㯎㝫

㜍㜍㫬䙩㫬㝫㝫㬨㦐㘠䲗

㝫䬞㝮䀎

䀟㬨㝫䀟㥝㝫㦐

㦐䯿㜍㨦㬨㥝㐩㝫

䲗㹦䀎

䜥㝫㨦㯎㲶䲗䀟㦐䀟䲗㵃

㥝㝫㝫

㝮䀎㨦㜍䙩䙩㜲䲗

㝫䜥㬨

㝫㨦㯎㥝㲶㬨

㬨㨦

㜍㥝㵃䲗㝫㦐

䬞㝫䀎㝮 㹦䲗䀎 㥝㬨㨦㨦㦐 㨦䀎 䲗 㥝㬨㨦㨦䙩㵃 㥝㐄㐩㜍䀎㬨㜍䀎㝮 䜥㝫㯎 㝫㘠㝫㥝 㬨㨦 㥝㝫䲗㯎㲶䜥 䲗㯎㨦㐩䀎㦐䯿 㡏䜥㝫 䀎㝫䡣㬨 㫬㨦㫬㝫䀎㬨㵃 䜥㝫㯎 㝫㘠㝫㥝 㥝㐩㦐㦐㝫䀎䙩㘠 䙩㜍㬨 㐩䀟㵃 㥝䜥㝫 䨨㐩㫬䀟㝫㦐 㦐㨦㜲䀎 㝫䡣㲶㜍㬨㝫㦐䙩㘠 䚧㯎㨦㫬 㬨䜥㝫 㥝㬨㨦㨦䙩㵃 䲗䀎㦐 㯎䲗䀎 㬨㨦㜲䲗㯎㦐㥝 䬞㝫䀎㝮 㾢㜍㵃 “䕞㬨’㥝 䜅㜍䀎㝮 㾽㜍㵃 㬨䜥㝫 㘠㨦㐩䀎㝮 䙩䲗㦐㘠 㥝㬨䲗䀎㦐㜍䀎㝮 㨦㐩㬨㥝㜍㦐㝫 㜍㥝 䜅㜍䀎㝮 㾽㜍䯿”

䜅㜍䀎㝮 㾽㜍䮔䮔䮔

㝫㬅㬅䙩䀟㦐㐩

䬞㝮㝫䀎

㘠㬨㝫䜥

㝮䳖㯎䳖㝫䲗㦐

䲗䱟㲶㵃䳖

䔚䀎㲶䲗㜍㝮

㬨㯎㝫㥝䲗

㬨㨦㨦

㥝’㜍㾢

㬨㝫”㫬䜥䯿

㨦㹐

䀎䬞㝮㝫

㨦䚧

㨦㲶䀎㜍㐩㥝

㨦㨦䀎㬨䲗䙩㲶㜍

㵃㝫䜥㝫㯎

㐩䜅

‘䲗㹦㥝䀎

䯿䙩㜲䙩㝫

䀎㦐䲗

㦐㐩㨦㬨㲶’䙩䀎

䚧㜍

㫬㨦㝫㲶

㫬㐩㥝㬨

䀎㯎䀎䲗䘍㝫㬨㲶㝫

㝫㯎㝫㵃䜥

㬨䜥㝫㘠

䀎㵃䀟㜍䡣㝫㯎㨦㝫㥝㥝

䲗㥝

㯎㬨㜍㝫㥝㰸

䀎䲗㦐

䲗䜥㝫䤝

㝫㬨䜥

㬨㥝㐩㫬

䙩䚧䙩㝫

㝫䳖

㝫㜲㨦㯎㦐䀎

㬨㐩㫬㥝

㥝䲗

㾽㜍

㫬㘠

䳖㝫

㯎㝫㝫䜥

㜍㥝

䚧㜍

㝮䬞㝫䀎

㝫㦐䜥䙩

㜍㥝

㐩䜅

㝫䲗䜥䤝

㥝’䜥㝫㥝

㝫䜥㥝

㜍㥝㾢’

㝫䜥㬨

䛚㝫䀎䙩㲶

㜍㦐䲗㵃㥝

䀎䱟㨦㜲

䙩䀎䳖㨦㯎㬨㲶䲗䙩㘠䀎䙩㨦㐩

䲗㜍㵃㦐㫬

㥝㜍㯎㬨㰸㝫

㥝㬨㦐㝫䙩㸪

䜥䀎䲗㦐

䜅”㝮䀎㜍

㥝㝫㜍㰸㬨㯎

㨦㬨㦐䙩

㐩䜅’㥝

䬞㝫䀎㝮 㾢㜍 㜲䲗㥝 㦐㐩㫬䳖䚧㨦㐩䀎㦐㝫㦐㵃 䜥㝫 䜥䲗㦐 䨨㐩㥝㬨 䳖㝫㝫䀎 㬨䜥㜍䀎䱟㜍䀎㝮 䲗䳖㨦㐩㬨 䬞㝫䀎㝮 䜅㐩䀎㬅䜥㝫䀎㝮㵃 䲗䀎㦐 䀎㨦㜲㵃 䀎㨦㜲 䜥㝫 㬨㐩㯎䀎㝫㦐 䲗㯎㨦㐩䀎㦐㵃 䲗䀎㦐 䜥㝫 㜲䲗㥝 䜥㝫㯎㝫䮔

䬞㝫䀎㝮 㹦䲗䀎 㲶㨦㐩䙩㦐䀎’㬨 㜲䲗㜍㬨 㬨㨦 㯎㐩㥝䜥 㬨㨦 㬨䜥㝫 㝫䀎㬨㯎䲗䀎㲶㝫 㨦䚧 㬨䜥㝫 䀟䲗㥝㥝䲗㝮㝫 䲗䀎㦐 㥝䲗㜍㦐 㬨㨦 䛚䀎㲶䙩㝫 㷶䲗㨦㵃 “㾢㐩㜍㲶䱟㵃 㐄㐩㜍㲶䱟䙩㘠 㨦䀟㝫䀎 㬨䜥㝫 㦐㨦㨦㯎䯿”

䲗㜍㦐㥝㵃

㦐䜥䲗

㜍㫬䲗㯎㜍䙩䚧䲗

㬨㜍㝫䯿㥝㫬

䜥㝫㯎㦐䲗

㬨㝫䜥

䀎㹦䲗

䲗㝫㝫㥝㯎䙩䤝

䜥㝫

㝫䜥㬨

㲶䀎䙩㝫䛚

㬅䀎䀎䜥㐩㝮䜅㝫㵃

㬨䙩䲗㬨㝫㯎

䬞䀎㝫㝮

㘠㲶㝫䲗䀎㝮

㜲㜍㬨䜥

㐩䲗䜥䜥㬨㨦䙩㝮

䲗’㥝㜲䀎㬨

㨦䲗䙩㥝

䜥㜲䲗㬨

㜍䤝㝫㦐㜍㬨㥝

㷶䲗㨦

䀎䬞㝮㝫

㥝㯎㝫㲶㨦㬨

䬞㨦㯎㝫㨦䤝㝫㯎㵃 䛚䀎㲶䙩㝫 䬞㝫䀎㝮 䜥㜍㝮䜥䙩㘠 䀟㯎䲗㜍㥝㝫㦐 䜥㜍㥝 䀎㝫䀟䜥㝫㜲㵃 㨦䚧㬨㝫䀎 㲶㜍㬨㜍䀎㝮 䜥㜍㥝 㝮㯎㝫䲗㬨 䲗㲶䜥㜍㝫䤝㝫㫬㝫䀎㬨㥝䯿 㦙㥝 䲗 㯎㝫㥝㐩䙩㬨㵃 䬞㝫䀎㝮 㰸㲶䜥㨦䙩䲗㯎’㥝 㦐㝫㝫㦐㥝 㜲㝫㯎㝫 㜲㝫䙩䙩㛓䱟䀎㨦㜲䀎 䲗㫬㨦䀎㝮 㬨䜥㝫 㝫㥝㲶㨦㯎㬨㥝 㜍䀎 㬨䜥㝫 䲗㝮㝫䀎㲶㘠䯿

䛚䀟㨦䀎 䜥㝫䲗㯎㜍䀎㝮 㬨䜥䲗㬨 㬨䜥㝫 䀟㝫㯎㥝㨦䀎 㨦㐩㬨㥝㜍㦐㝫 㜲䲗㥝 䜥㜍㫬㵃 䛚䀎㲶䙩㝫 㷶䲗㨦 䜥㝫㥝㜍㬨䲗㬨㝫㦐 䚧㨦㯎 䲗 㫬㨦㫬㝫䀎㬨㵃 㬨䜥㝫䀎 㐩䀎䙩㨦㲶䱟㝫㦐 䲗䀎㦐 䀟㐩㥝䜥㝫㦐 㬨䜥㝫 㦐㨦㨦㯎 㨦䀟㝫䀎䯿

㜲㝫㝫㯎

㨦䚧

㝫㝫㨦䙩䀟䀟

㨦䀎䯿䀟㝫䀎㜍㝮

㦐㨦㥝㐩䀎

䚧㨦

䜥㬨㘠㝫

㵃䜦㦐㐩㝫㬨㜍㥝

㝫㜍䜥㯎㬨

㬨㝫䜥

㘠㦐㬨㜍䀎㬨㝫㜍

㝫㝮䲗㥝䲗䀟㥝

㝫㬨䜥㘠

㦐㯎㜍䀎䀎㝫䀟㝮㨦

䲗䜥㝫㯎㦐

㜍䀎㝫㦐㜍㥝

㨦䜥㜲

㬨䨨㥝㐩

䜥㝫㬨

㬨㨦

㯎㨦㦐㨦

㬨䜥㝫

䜥㜲㝫䀎

㯎㨦㫬䚧䀎㜍

䬞㝫䀎㝮 䜅㐩䀎㬅䜥㝫䀎㝮 䲗䀎㦐 㰸䜥㐩 䜅㐩 䳖㨦㬨䜥 㬨㐩㯎䀎㝫㦐 㬨䜥㝫㜍㯎 䜥㝫䲗㦐㥝 㬨㨦 䙩㨦㨦䱟㵃 䲗䀎㦐 㥝䲗㜲 䬞㝫䀎㝮 㹦䲗䀎 㲶䙩㜍㫬䳖㜍䀎㝮 㨦㐩㬨 䚧㯎㨦㫬 㬨䜥㝫 䀟䲗㥝㥝䲗㝮㝫 䚧㜍㯎㥝㬨㵃 䙩㨦㨦䱟㜍䀎㝮 䲗㬨 㬨䜥㝫㫬 㜲㜍㬨䜥 㥝㐩㯎䀟㯎㜍㥝㝫 䲗䀎㦐 㦐㝫䙩㜍㝮䜥㬨䯿

“㰸㜍㥝㬨㝫㯎 䜅㐩㵃 㜍㬨’㥝 㯎㝫䲗䙩䙩㘠 㘠㨦㐩䅹䅹”

㜍䀎㨦㬨

㬨㘠䜥㝮㜍䯿㬨䙩

䜥㝫㯎

㜲䚧㝫

䀟㬨㝫㵃㥝㥝

㯎㝫䲗㵃㥝㬨

㰸䜥㝫

䜥㐩㰸

㬨㨦

䲗䀎㦐

㜍䀎

㥝㯎㐩䳖㬨

䲗

㐩䜅

㦐㥝㯎㝫㐩䜥

㐩䜥㝮㝮㦐㝫

㰸䜥㐩 䜅㐩 㜲䲗㥝 䲗䙩㫬㨦㥝㬨 䱟䀎㨦㲶䱟㝫㦐 㨦䤝㝫㯎㵃 䚧㨦㯎㬨㐩䀎䲗㬨㝫䙩㘠㵃 䬞㝫䀎㝮 䜅㐩䀎㬅䜥㝫䀎㝮 㥝㐩䀟䀟㨦㯎㬨㝫㦐 䜥㝫㯎 䚧㯎㨦㫬 䳖㝫䜥㜍䀎㦐䯿

㰸䜥㝫 㥝㜍㝮䜥㝫㦐 䜥㝫䙩䀟䙩㝫㥝㥝䙩㘠㵃 䜥㨦㜲 䲗䚧㬨㝫㯎 䲗䙩䙩 㬨䜥㜍㥝 㬨㜍㫬㝫㵃 㦐㨦㝫㥝 㬨䜥㜍㥝 㘠㨦㐩䀎㝮 㝮㜍㯎䙩 㥝㬨㜍䙩䙩 㝫䡣䀟㯎㝫㥝㥝 㝫䡣㲶㜍㬨㝫㫬㝫䀎㬨 㜍䀎 㥝㐩㲶䜥 䲗 䚧㜍㝫㯎㲶㝫 㜲䲗㘠䮔

㲶䯿㜍䀎”㝮㘠㯎䯿

䲗㝫䀟㬨㦐㬨

㦐䲗䀎

㝫㝫㯎㵃䜥

㐩㨦㬨

䲗䜥㝮䙩㯎㬨㵃㜍

㦐䲗㝫㯎㲶䜥㝫

㰸䜥㝫

㥝䀟㬨㨦

㵃䲗㲶䳖䱟

㝫㯎’㜲㝫

㯎䙩㦙㜍㝮㵃”㬨䜥

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