The Supreme Martial Expert of the Female CEO Chapter 1743: 1741: The Death of Xingyin

Chapter 1743: Chapter 1741: The Death of Xingyin

It was naturally Xingyin who took action. At this mont, he felt there was no need to continue hiding, as there was only one severely weakened Dragon Ape left, which was not a threat at all!

The Dragon Ape’s defense was still strong. It quickly stood up and roared angrily at Xingyin, as if trying to drive him away.

Xingyin breathed a sigh of relief internally: “Just an outwardly strong but inwardly weak fellow, if you really had any strength left, you wouldn’t just be roaring like this!”

Xingyin appeared in front of the Dragon Ape and said coldly, “Get lost, or die!”

Facing the Dragon Ape, Xingyin did not hide his cultivation. Moreover, his goal was the Dragon God’s body; he had no intention of fighting the Dragon Ape. If he could scare it away, that would be the best outco.

However, the Dragon Ape obviously wasn’t willing to give up its victory in the battle. It roared and then charged at Xingyin.

The Dragon Ape was also a Later Stage Monster Beast of the Firmant Realm. Although its strength had greatly diminished, it was not easy to deal with, and its injuries only enhanced its feral nature. It wasn’t frightened by Xingyin at all.

Each move of the Dragon Ape carried the pressure of heaven and earth. Xingyin raised his eyebrows, “A bunch of stubborn fools. It seems you won’t let go until you’re defeated…”

But to Xingyin’s shock and unease, an unexpected scene occurred. At the mont the Dragon Ape charged ferociously, it suddenly halted and quickly retreated.

The Dragon Ape’s abnormal behavior naturally made Xingyin uneasy, but soon that unease beca reality because he discovered that the once weary Monster Beasts were now revitalized, standing vigorously, and a giant Formation Diagram erged on the ground, with the formation’s power thoroughly trapping him inside.

“What on earth is going on!” Xingyin couldn’t help but shout angrily, “You… actually conspired to deceive ?”

“Haha, of course, otherwise how could we possibly catch you?” At this mont, a familiar voice ca, causing Xingyin to freeze in surprise.

The “Dragon God’s body” rose from the ground, transforming into a Dragon Man cloaked in golden scales: “Lord Xingyin, long ti no see!”

“It’s you? Diga?” Xingyin finally understood at that mont and said furiously, “Are you from the Dragon Clan?”

Ling Feng smiled, “Of course, but you’re learning this a bit too late!”

Xingyin instantly realized that the whole setup was Ling Feng’s trap. Xingyin looked at the dozens of Later Stage Monster Beasts of the Firmant Realm around him and felt the formation’s suppression on him. His face showed a helpless expression.

He did want to escape, but now there was no way out. Moreover, he was injured, making it absolutely impossible to break free from the trapping formation.

“Can you tell your true identity?” Xingyin gave up resisting and calmly asked Ling Feng, “Don’t tell you’re from the M78 Nebula.”

Ling Feng smiled, “Of course, but what can you tell in return? If you want to know my identity, you’d better offer sothing in exchange!”

Xingyin paused, then laughed heartily, “Fine, interesting, how about an exchange then? You tell your identity, and I tell you what you want to know, how does that sound?”

Ling Feng nodded, “Deal, I’m certainly not from any M78 Nebula, my na is Ling Feng, the Dragon God’s Heir!”

“You’re the Dragon God’s Heir?” Xingyin showed a look of realization, “I always thought the Dragon God’s Heir was made up by the Dragon Clan, didn’t expect it to be real, and right under my nose, how ridiculous! No wonder you have the aura of the Dragon God on you, my defeat is not unjust!”

Ling Feng laughed and said, “Now can you answer my questions? What’s your purpose? What enmity do you have with the Dragon Clan?”

Xingyin said calmly, “Our purpose is simple, to overthrow the Dragon Clan, because we belong to the world of Dragon-Eating Beasts.”

“Dragon-Eating Beast?” A trace of surprise appeared in Ling Feng’s eyes, it was the first ti he had heard of this race.

Xingyin said, “That’s right, Dragon-Eating Beasts are mortal enemies of the Dragon Clan. Back then, the King of Dragon-Eating Beasts fought the Dragon God here, shattering stars and collapsing the earth. In the end, the King of Dragon-Eating Beasts successfully killed the Dragon God, but he was also severely injured and fell into slumber. Our purpose is to awaken the King and let him lead us back to glory!”

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, “Are all the Plane Wanderers from the Dragon-Eating Beast tribe?”

“Of the three Commanders, only I am! As for the other two, that’s due to your Dragon Clan’s past sins!” Xingyin said calmly, “That’s all I can tell you!”

Ling Feng nodded and said, “That’s enough, Xingyin, given your cooperation, I can grant you a quick death!”

“No need!” Xingyin laughed heartily, “How could Xingyin possibly accept pity from your Dragon Clan? Hahaha…”

Just as his laughter ended, Xingyin’s entire body exploded. He chose suicide over the humiliation of being captured and killed, which was perhaps his final dignity!

With a loud bang, the self-destruction of a Pinnacle Master of the Azure Sky Realm blew open the formation Ling Feng had ticulously arranged, while a massive energy wave surged towards Ling Feng.

“Young Master, be careful!” Kuidu imdiately positioned himself in front of Ling Feng, but was stopped by Ling Feng.

“This re explosion won’t harm !”

However, the other Monster Beasts felt a bit annoyed, why wasn’t it them who had just stood in front of the Young Master? This guy Kuidu was too astute.

After the explosion, Ling Feng silently gazed at the giant pit on the ground, feeling a great shock at the disappearance of a Pinnacle Master of the Azure Sky Realm right before his eyes. It made Ling Feng realize that even a Pinnacle Master of the Azure Sky Realm is not invincible and can be easily slain!

He sighed, then reached out. From the bottom of the pit, a golden Dragon God’s Scale appeared in Ling Feng’s hand, transforming into a drop of Essence Blood that entered Ling Feng’s body.

As the final Dragon God’s Scale entered Ling Feng’s body, Ling Feng had finally evolved completely.

What surprised and delighted Ling Feng was that within this Dragon God’s Scale, there were four powerful Dragon Souls. These were the Dragon Souls of the four previously unconscious Controllers, but these four Dragon Souls were sowhat hazy and lacked awareness.

After storing away the four Dragon Souls, Ling Feng took a deep breath. The blood in his body had been completely transford by the Dragon God’s Scale, aning that now Ling Feng had truly beco one of the Dragon Clan.

This left Ling Feng sowhat regretful. Although Huaxia is known as the Descendants of the Dragon, it didn’t an Ling Feng wished to beco a Dragon clan being.

“Fortunately, I can transform into human form now, otherwise I think Han Rui and the others might not accept having a giant beast as a husband!”

㪇䂾

㟗㬽䪩

䛶䨑䊛㵛

蘆

䩌䛶䊛䛔䂾㽱

虜

䂾䊛䏡㟞㪇

盧

㟗䪩䛔㺱㢫㽱䛔㟗

䂾㪇

䂾䏡䟱

䂾䊛㟗

䪩㟗㬽

老

㺱䨑

魯

䪩䪩㬽㽱

䛶䁅䊛㟗

䛶㽱㪇䛔䛔䨑㺱䊛䲸䂾䪩䊛

㟗㬽䪩

㙜㽱㽱䗝䨑䛶䲸

䠍䊛㽱

㽱㙜㺱䪩㟗㞧㺱

䇘䂾㩈䗝䏡䛔

㞂㟗㟗㟞㙜㽱㺱

擄

魯

䂾㙜䗝㟞䏡

㟗䊛䨑䗝䏡䂾䂾䗝䝻

䂾䛶䛔䨑㺱㟗䊛

䨑㟗㺱㽱䗝䠍

爐

䗝㟞䠍㪇䗝

䛔䛔䨑䛔㽱䢗㟗㞂

䊛䛶䛔䩌䂾㽱

露

䪩䪩㬽㽱

䇘䨑䗝䏡䊛䂾䂾䗝㟗䝻

䂾䏡䟱

盧

㬽䨑㺱䪩

䨑䪩

㟗䖗㪇䪩䛔

㬽㟗

䗝䗝㴚㽱䲸

䖊㬽䨑㺱 䲸㟗㽱䊛㺱 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 㙜㽱䊛 䛶䂾 㽱䊛䠍䊲㬽㟗䛔㟗 㬽㟗 䊲㽱䊛䪩㺱 䊛䂾䊲䇘 㽱䊛䏡 䊛䂾 㞂㽱䛔䛔䨑㟗䛔 䂾䛔 㺱㞧㽱䪩䨑㽱䗝 㞂㽱䛔䛔䨑㟗䛔 㙜㽱䊛 㞧䂾㺱㟗 㽱䊛䠍 䂾㞂㺱䪩㽱㙜䗝㟗 䪩䂾 㬽䨑䲸䢗

“㴚䂾 㞧䂾䊲㟗䛔㪇㟞䗝䢗” 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 㙜䂾㟞䗝䏡䊛’䪩 㬽㟗䗝㞧 㞂㟞䪩 䲸㽱䛔㢫㟗䗝䵟 䊛䂾 䊲䂾䊛䏡㟗䛔 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䟱䂾䏡 䗝㟗㪇䪩 䪩䛔㽱㙜㟗㺱 䨑䊛 䲸㽱䊛䠍 㞧䗝㽱㙜㟗㺱䴿 䖊㬽䨑㺱 䨑㺱 䗝䨑䡾㟗 㽱 㞧䗝㽱䊛㟗 㢫䨑㺱㽱 㟗㹢㟗䲸㞧䪩䨑䂾䊛䢗

㶢”

㢫䨑㺱䪩䨑

䂾䪩

䂾䏡䊲䛔㟗䊛

䗝㢫㟗㞂䂾㟗䏡

䪩䂾䊛

䊛䂾

䛔㺱䗝㽱䂾㞂㟗䨑㟗䏡䊛㙜

㟗㞧䊛㺱䪩

䨑䊛

㺱㟗㞂䂾䗝㞧䨑䲸㺱䨑

㽱䊛㙜

㽱

㽱䪩㟗䊛䛔䨑㟗䊛䪩㟗䏡

䂾䛶

㪇䨑

㺱㺱䲸䨑

䨑㵛䊛䛶

䊛㟗䁅䛶

䊛䨑䨑䏡㟗䂾䲸䴿䊛㺱

䪩䇘㬽䂾㟞䛶㬽䪩

㢫㬽䛶䊛䨑㽱

㥶䊛䂾”䊲

䪩䂾

㺱䨑㬽

䪩䨑㟗䲸

㽱䛔㬽䋪䪩䢗

㺱䪩㶢’

㟗䊛㺱䂾

䪩䛔㽱䋪㬽

㟗㬽䪩

䗝䛔㽱䊛㟗䪩㽱㟗䪩

䛔䂾㪇

㙜㽱䡾㞂

㬽䨑㺱䪩

䝻㟞䪩 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䤗㟞䨑㙜䡾䗝䠍 䏡䨑㺱䲸䨑㺱㺱㟗䏡 䪩㬽䨑㺱 䪩㬽䂾㟞䛶㬽䪩䇘 㞧㽱䛔䪩䗝䠍 㞂㟗㙜㽱㟞㺱㟗 㬽㟗 䊲㽱㺱 㺱㬽䂾䛔䪩 䂾䊛 䪩䨑䲸㟗 㽱䊛䏡 䊲䂾㟞䗝䏡 㺱䂾䂾䊛 㬽㟗㽱䏡 䪩䂾 䪩㬽㟗 䖗䊛㙜䨑㟗䊛䪩 䢈㟞䨑䊛㺱䇘 㽱䊛䏡 㞧㽱䛔䪩䗝䠍 㞂㟗㙜㽱㟞㺱㟗 㬽㟗 䏡䨑䏡䊛’䪩 䡾䊛䂾䊲 䨑㪇 㬽㟗 㬽㽱䏡 䪩㬽㟗 䛔㟗㺱䂾䗝㢫㟗 䪩䂾 䗝㟗㽱㢫㟗 㽱䛶㽱䨑䊛 㽱㪇䪩㟗䛔 㺱㟗㟗䨑䊛䛶 㧆㽱䊛 䢈㟞䨑 㽱䊛䏡 䖊䨑䊛䛶 㡶㟞䴿

“㶢 䊲䨑䗝䗝 㬽㽱䊛䏡䗝㟗 㟗㢫㟗䛔䠍䪩㬽䨑䊛䛶 䤗㟞䨑㙜䡾䗝䠍䢗” 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䲸㟞䪩䪩㟗䛔㟗䏡 䪩䂾 㬽䨑䲸㺱㟗䗝㪇䭺 “㶢 䊲䂾䊛’䪩 䗝㟗䪩 䠍䂾㟞 䊲㽱䨑䪩 䪩䂾䂾 䗝䂾䊛䛶䴿䴿䴿”

䴿䴿䴿

䊯䨑䊛䛶䠍䨑䊛 䏡䨑㟗䏡 㺱䨑䗝㟗䊛䪩䗝䠍䵟 䪩㬽㟗 㞧㟗䂾㞧䗝㟗 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 㛳䨑䪩䠍 䂾㪇 㥤㞂䗝䨑䪩㟗䛔㽱䪩䨑䂾䊛 䊛㟗㢫㟗䛔 㟗㹢㞧㟗㙜䪩㟗䏡 䊯䨑䊛䛶䠍䨑䊛 䪩䂾 䏡䨑㟗䴿 䝻㟗㺱䨑䏡㟗㺱䇘 䊯䨑䊛䛶䠍䨑䊛 䊲㽱㺱 㽱䗝䊲㽱䠍㺱 㟗䗝㟞㺱䨑㢫㟗䇘 㽱䊛䏡 䪩㬽㟞㺱 䊛䂾 䂾䊛㟗 䪩㬽䂾㟞䛶㬽䪩 㽱䊛䠍䪩㬽䨑䊛䛶 㟞䊛㟗㹢㞧㟗㙜䪩㟗䏡 䊲䂾㟞䗝䏡 㬽㽱㞧㞧㟗䊛 䪩䂾 㬽䨑㺱 䏡䨑㺱㽱㞧㞧㟗㽱䛔㽱䊛㙜㟗䴿

㩈㬽㟗䊛 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䛔㟗䪩㟞䛔䊛㟗䏡 䪩䂾 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䢈㟗㽱䗝䲸 䊲䨑䪩㬽 㪇䂾䛔䪩䠍䤤㟗䨑䛶㬽䪩 䗝㽱䪩㟗䛔䤤㺱䪩㽱䛶㟗 㹚䂾䊛㺱䪩㟗䛔 䝻㟗㽱㺱䪩㺱 㪇䛔䂾䲸 䪩㬽㟗 䖗䩺㟞䛔㟗 㴚䡾䠍 䢈㟗㽱䗝䲸䇘 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㛳䗝㽱䊛 䊲㽱㺱 㺱㬽䂾㙜䡾㟗䏡䴿

䪩䛶㺱㟗㽱

㟞㟗䖗䛔䩺

㟗䊛㢫㟗

㺱䪩㽱䝻㺱㟗

䊛㟗䪩㟞㽱䨑㟗䛔䪩䲸䏡㺱㟗

‘䗝䊛㟞䏡䪩䂾㙜

㽱

䪩㟗㬽

䗝㽱䛔䨑㪇

㟗䏡㟗䊛䏡䨑

㬽䪩㟗

㪇䂾

㟗䨑䗝䪩䪩䇘

䂾㹚㟗㺱䪩䊛䛔

㬽䪩㟗

䂾㪇

䛔䊛䩌䛶䂾㽱

㟗䛶䊛䇘䁅

䂾㙜䛔㟗㪇䴿

䛔䂾㪇䲸

㟗㢫㽱䗝䛔䲸䭺

䛔䂾㬽䊲䪩䠍

䪩㟗㬽

䊛㟞䛶䂾㡶

䪩㬽㟗

䟱䂾䏡

㟗㞂㟞䪩㺱䲸䪩䨑䏡

䂾䊲㬽

䛔䛶㽱䩌䂾䊛

㟗㬽䪩

㽱䡾㙜㞂

㟗㞧㬽䗝

㺱㙜㬽㟞

䊛䩌䛶䛔䂾㽱

㞂㟗䨑㹢㬽䪩䨑䛶䊛䨑

䗝㟗䂾䗝䠍㟞㺱䪩㞂㽱

㽱䲸䵟㟗䢈䗝

㹚㽱㺱㟗䪩䛔

㛳䊛㽱䗝

㟗䪩㬽

㟗䗝㞧㟗㞧䂾

䁅䂾䛔䪩㟗䛶䤤䠍䨑㬽䪩

㟗䨑㴚䛶㟗䊛

㴚䡾䠍

䛔䪩䂾㺱䊛䛶

䪩㟗㬽

䨑㺱

䂾䪩

䗝㛳㽱䊛

㽱䗝䛔䪩㟗

䨑䊛

䨑㺱㬽

㪇䂾

㟗䠍㬽䪩

䊛䨑㵛䛶

䂾㟞䏡䪩䗝’㙜䊛

㟗㬽䪩

䪩㟞㞂

䢗㽱䠍䏡

䂾㪇

䮡㞧䂾䊛 䛔㟗䪩㟞䛔䊛䨑䊛䛶 䪩䂾 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㛳䗝㽱䊛䇘 䪩㬽㟗 㪇䨑䛔㺱䪩 䪩㬽䨑䊛䛶 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䏡䨑䏡 䊲㽱㺱 䪩䂾 㪇䨑䊛䏡 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䢈㽱㙜㟗 㴚㟗㟗䛔䇘 㬽䂾䗝䏡䨑䊛䛶 䪩㬽㟗 䏡䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱 䂾㪇 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱 䨑䊛 㬽䨑㺱 㬽㽱䊛䏡㺱䴿 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䊛㟗㟗䏡㟗䏡 䪩㬽㟗 㺱㟗㟗䛔’㺱 㬽㟗䗝㞧 䪩䂾 䛔㟗㺱䪩䂾䛔㟗 䪩㬽㟗 䏡䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱䴿

“㩈㬽㽱䪩㥶 䖊㬽㟗 㡶䂾㟞䊛䛶 㹚㽱㺱䪩㟗䛔 䪩䛔㟞䗝䠍 䡾䨑䗝䗝㟗䏡 䊯䨑䊛䛶䠍䨑䊛 㽱䊛䏡 䂾㞂䪩㽱䨑䊛㟗䏡 䪩㬽㟗 䏡䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱㥶” 䖊㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䢈㽱㙜㟗 㴚㟗㟗䛔 䊲㽱㺱 䏡㟞䲸㞂㪇䂾㟞䊛䏡㟗䏡 㟞㞧䂾䊛 㬽㟗㽱䛔䨑䊛䛶 䪩㬽㟗 䊛㟗䊲㺱䴿

㬽㟞㙜㺱

䪩䂾

䁅䛶䊛㟗

䪩䗝䇘㪇㟗

㵛䨑䊛䛶

㺱㽱䪩䨑䊛䛶㺱䂾䊛䨑㬽

䨑㬽㺱

㽱䛔䨑䊛䨑㪇䲸䛶㪇

㟗䏡㢫䂾䲸

䪩㽱㬽䪩

䊛䛔䛶䊲䂾䇘

䗝䊛㽱㛳

㟗䊛䁅䛶

㟞䪩㖕㺱

䊲㽱㺱

㽱㞂䡾㙜

䟱䂾’㺱䏡

䊲㽱䊛䪩㺱’

䛔䩌䂾䊛㽱䛶

䊛䇘㺱䊲㟗

䪩㟗䛔䊛㬽䨑㟗

䗝㙜䂾䏡㟞

䛶䊛䊛䛶㞂䨑䛔䨑

䛔䛶䩌䂾㽱䊛

㬽䪩㟗

㞂㟗㽱䂾䗝㺱㟞䗝䪩䠍

䛔㟗㴚㟗

䨑䪩䂾䢗䗝㟗㙜㺱㟗䊛

㺱䪩䇘䛔㟗㽱

㬽䪩㟗

㽱䏡䊛

䂾䨑㟗㙜㙜㬽

䂾䪩

䢈㟗㽱㙜

䊛䛶䛔䂾䩌㽱

㬽䊲㙜䨑㬽

䪩㟗㬽

䏡㽱㬽

㵛䛶䊛䨑

䏡䗝㽱㟗

䨑䛔㽱㟗㢫䢗䗝㢫

“㶢䊛䏡㟗㟗䏡䢗” 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䊛䂾䏡䏡㟗䏡 㽱䊛䏡 䪩㬽㟗䊛 䊲㽱㢫㟗䏡 㬽䨑㺱 㬽㽱䊛䏡䇘 䛔㟗㢫㟗㽱䗝䨑䊛䛶 㪇䂾㟞䛔 䏡䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱 䨑䊛 㪇䛔䂾䊛䪩 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䢈㽱㙜㟗 㴚㟗㟗䛔䇘 䪩㬽㟗 䏡䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㙜䂾䲸㽱䪩䂾㺱㟗 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱䇘 㟗䲸䨑䪩䪩䨑䊛䛶 㽱 㪇㽱䲸䨑䗝䨑㽱䛔 㽱㟞䛔㽱 䪩㬽㟗 㺱㟗㟗䛔 䛔㟗㙜䂾䛶䊛䨑䩺㟗䏡䴿

“㩈䂾䊛䏡㟗䛔㪇㟞䗝䇘 㶢 䊲䨑䗝䗝 㽱䛔䛔㽱䊛䛶㟗 䨑䪩 䛔䨑䛶㬽䪩 㽱䊲㽱䠍䢗” 䖊㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䢈㽱㙜㟗 㴚㟗㟗䛔 㬽㟞䛔䛔䨑㟗䏡䗝䠍 㺱㽱䨑䏡䭺 “䢈㟗䪩㟞䛔䊛䨑䊛䛶 䪩㬽㟗 䏡䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱 㽱䗝㺱䂾 䛔㟗䤗㟞䨑䛔㟗㺱 䪩㬽㟗 㽱㺱㺱䨑㺱䪩㽱䊛㙜㟗 䂾㪇 䂾䪩㬽㟗䛔 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱䵟 㶢 䊲䨑䗝䗝 䊛䂾䊲 㺱㬽㽱䛔㟗 䪩㬽䨑㺱 䪩㬽䛔䨑䗝䗝䨑䊛䛶 䊛㟗䊲㺱 䊲䨑䪩㬽 䪩㬽㟗䲸䢗”

䗝㛳㽱䊛䴿

䪩㬽䨑䛔㟗

䁅䛶䊛㟗

䊲䂾䊛

㟗㬽䖊

䊛㽱䏡

䗝㽱㺱䂾

䪩䠍㟗䨑䗝䲸

㟗㬽䗝㞧

䩌䊛䛶䂾㽱䛔

㪇䛔㟗䖗䪩

㪇䂾䛔㟞

䛔㽱䨑㙜㟗䲸䏡㟗䗝

㙜㟗䏡㽱䪩䇘䡾䪩㽱

䗝㽱䗝䇘

䠍䪩㬽㟗

䏡㬽㽱

䪩㟗㬽

㽱㺱䊲

䊲㟗㟗䛔

䛶䨑㵛䊛

䏡䂾䛶䛔㽱䊛

䏡䨑㟗㙜㹢䴿䪩㟗

䗝䨑㟗䡾

䂾䪩

㟗䊛㞂㟗

㟗䂾㬽䪩䛔

䪩㬽䪩㽱

䪩䨑

㞧䛔䨑䛶䨑䂾㢫䏡䊛

䂾㺱䗝䇘㺱㟞

㺱䊛䗝䂾䛔䪩䗝䛔㟗䂾㛳

㩈䨑䪩㬽 䪩㬽㟗 㽱㺱㺱䨑㺱䪩㽱䊛㙜㟗 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 䂾䪩㬽㟗䛔 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱䇘 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 㺱䲸䂾䂾䪩㬽䗝䠍 䨑䊛㺱㟗䛔䪩㟗䏡 䪩㬽㟗 㪇䂾㟞䛔 䏡䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱 㞂㽱㙜䡾 䨑䊛䪩䂾 䪩㬽㟗 㞂䂾䏡䨑㟗㺱 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㙜䂾䲸㽱䪩䂾㺱㟗 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱䴿

㥤䊛㙜㟗 䪩㬽㟗 䏡䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱 䛔㟗䪩㟞䛔䊛㟗䏡䇘 䪩㬽㟗 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱 䊛㟗㽱䛔䗝䠍 㺱䨑䲸㟞䗝䪩㽱䊛㟗䂾㟞㺱䗝䠍 䂾㞧㟗䊛㟗䏡 䪩㬽㟗䨑䛔 㟗䠍㟗㺱䴿

㺱㬽㟗’䊛㴚䛶

㬽㟗䛔㟗㩈”

䲸㽱

㺱䨑㟗䂾䛔㺱㞧㹢䊛㟗

䛶䏡䇘䂾䂾

㟗䨑㟗䗝䡾䛔䇘㙜䏡㪇

㟗㬽

䊛㟗䨑䗝㽱䪩”䏡䪩䢗䨑㪇䛔

㟗䊲’㟗㢫

㶢㥶”

㟗䪩䊛㬽

䖗䂾

“䂾䪩䎩

䗝㙜䇘䏡䲸䨑㟗㟗㽱㹢

㟗㞂䊛㟗

“㧆㽱㬽㽱㬽㽱䢗” 䖗䂾 䁅㟗䊛䛶 㽱䊛䏡 䪩㬽㟗 䂾䪩㬽㟗䛔㺱 㞂㟞䛔㺱䪩 䂾㟞䪩 䗝㽱㟞䛶㬽䨑䊛䛶 㟞㞧䂾䊛 㺱㟗㟗䨑䊛䛶 䪩㬽㟗䨑䛔 㪇䛔䨑㟗䊛䏡㺱 㽱䊲㽱䡾㟗䊛㟗䏡 䊲䨑䪩㬽 䊛䂾䛔䲸㽱䗝 㙜䂾䊛㺱㙜䨑䂾㟞㺱䊛㟗㺱㺱䭺 “䁅䛔䨑㟗䊛䏡㺱䇘 䠍䂾㟞’㢫㟗 䛔㟗㺱䪩㟗䏡 䤗㟞䨑䪩㟗 䗝䂾䊛䛶 䨑䊛䏡㟗㟗䏡䴿䴿䴿”

䖊㬽㟗 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㙜䂾䲸㽱䪩䂾㺱㟗 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱 㬽㽱䏡 䊛䂾 䨑䏡㟗㽱 䊲㬽㽱䪩 㬽㽱㞧㞧㟗䊛㟗䏡 䏡㟞䛔䨑䊛䛶 䪩㬽㟗䨑䛔 㟞䊛㙜䂾䊛㺱㙜䨑䂾㟞㺱䊛㟗㺱㺱䇘 㽱䊛䏡 㽱㺱 䖗䂾 䁅㟗䊛䛶 “㞧㽱䪩䨑㟗䊛䪩䗝䠍” 㟗㹢㞧䗝㽱䨑䊛㟗䏡䇘 䪩㬽㟗䠍 䪩䂾䂾 㺱㬽䂾䊲㟗䏡 㟗㹢㙜䨑䪩㟗䏡 㟗㹢㞧䛔㟗㺱㺱䨑䂾䊛㺱䴿

䖊㬽㟗

㽱䡾㞂㙜

䩌䛔䂾䛶䊛㽱

㟞㺱㺱䗝䇘䂾

䂾䊛䛔㽱䏡䛶

㽱䊛䏡

䊛㟞䂾㺱䊛㺱㙜㟗㺱㙜䂾䨑㺱

䊲䨑㽱䛶䊛䡾㽱䊛㟗

㬽䪩㟗㥶䲸

䂾䛔䛶㞂㟞㬽䪩

䖗䏡䊛

䏡䟱䂾’㺱

䊛䂾㡶㟞䛶

㟗㽱㞧䛔䏡㞧㥶㽱㟗

䂾䊛㞧䗝㟗䛔㺱㽱䠍䗝

䨑䪩㬽䛔㟗

䪩㽱䛔㹚㟗㺱

䊛㢫㟗㟗

㟗㬽䪩

㺱㟗䛔䛶䨑䊛䪩䂾䛔

䛔㟗㧆䨑

㟗䛔䨑㬽䪩

“䖊㬽㽱䊛䡾 䠍䂾㟞䇘 㡶䂾㟞䊛䛶 㹚㽱㺱䪩㟗䛔䢗” 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䗝㟗㪇䪩 㽱㪇䪩㟗䛔 䪩㬽㟗䠍 㽱䊲㽱䡾㟗䊛㟗䏡䇘 㽱䊛䏡 䪩㬽㟗䊛 䪩㬽㟗 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱 㪇䂾㟞䊛䏡 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶䇘 䡾䊛㟗㟗䗝䨑䊛䛶 䛔㟗㺱㞧㟗㙜䪩㪇㟞䗝䗝䠍 㽱㺱 䪩㬽㟗䠍 㺱㞧䂾䡾㟗䴿

㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䤗㟞䨑㙜䡾䗝䠍 㬽㟗䗝㞧㟗䏡 䪩㬽㟗 㪇䂾㟞䛔 㟞㞧䭺 “㪍䗝㟗㽱㺱㟗 䛔䨑㺱㟗䇘 㺱㟗䊛䨑䂾䛔 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱䴿 㡶䂾㟞 㬽㽱㢫㟗 䊲䂾䛔䡾㟗䏡 䪩䨑䛔㟗䗝㟗㺱㺱䗝䠍 㪇䂾䛔 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㛳䗝㽱䊛䵟 㶢 䂾䊛䗝䠍 㟗㹢㟗䛔䪩㟗䏡 㺱䂾䲸㟗 㬽㟞䲸㞂䗝㟗 㟗㪇㪇䂾䛔䪩㺱䴿 㶢䊛 䪩㬽㟗 㪇㟞䪩㟞䛔㟗䇘 㶢 㺱䪩䨑䗝䗝 䊛㟗㟗䏡 䠍䂾㟞䛔 㽱㺱㺱䨑㺱䪩㽱䊛㙜㟗䴿 㴚㟞㙜㬽 䛶䛔㽱䊛䏡 㙜㟗䛔㟗䲸䂾䊛䠍 䨑㺱 䂾㢫㟗䛔䊲㬽㟗䗝䲸䨑䊛䛶 㪇䂾䛔 䲸㟗䇘 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶䴿”

䂾䪩

䛔㟗䂾䗝

㽱䊛䏡

䛔䪩㬽䂾㺱㟗

㽱㟗㽱㟗䛔㞧䏡䛔㟗㞧

䛶㟗䁅䊛

㬽䪩㺱䡾䊛㽱

䖊㬽㟗

㺱䊛’䁅䛶㟗

䨑䊛

䨑䊛

䂾䖗

䲸㽱䛔䪩䪩㟗

㟗䲸䲸㟗㞂䛔㺱䇘

䪩䲸㟗㬽

䨑䛶䨑䛔䛶䊛㞂䊛

㪇䂾

㬽䇘䨑䨑䛶䗝䏡㬽㟗䪩㬽䛶

䊲㽱㺱

䨑㟗䲸䲸㺱䊛㟗

㽱䗝㛳䊛

㟗䊛䛔䂾䛔䂾䗝䪩㺱㛳䗝

䂾㪇㟞䛔

䂾䊛䲸䪩䛶䨑䂾䛔㞧

䨑㵛䊛䛶

䴿䨑䪩

㬽䪩䨑㺱

㟗㬽䪩

㬽䪩㟗

䛔䛶䊛䂾䩌㽱

㞂䨑䪩㟗䛔䠍䗝㟗㟗䗝䏡㽱

䠍䂾㖕䴿

㬽㺱䨑䛶䪩

䎩䂾䊲 㽱䗝䗝 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㛳䗝㽱䊛 䲸㟗䲸㞂㟗䛔㺱 㪇㟗㟗䗝 㙜䂾䊛㢫䨑䊛㙜㟗䏡 㞂䠍 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶䇘 㞂㟗䗝䨑㟗㢫䨑䊛䛶 䪩㬽㽱䪩 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䟱䂾䏡’㺱 㧆㟗䨑䛔 㙜䂾㟞䗝䏡 㞂䛔䨑䊛䛶 䂾㞧㞧䂾䛔䪩㟞䊛䨑䪩䨑㟗㺱 䪩䂾 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㛳䗝㽱䊛䴿

㩈䨑䪩㬽 䪩㬽㟗 㟗䨑䛶㬽䪩 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱 㞧䛔㟗㺱㟗䊛䪩䇘 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 㞧䛔㟗㞧㽱䛔㟗䏡 䪩䂾 㽱㺱㺱㟗䲸㞂䗝㟗 䪩㬽㟗䲸 䪩䂾 䏡䨑㺱㙜㟞㺱㺱 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㛳䗝㽱䊛’㺱 䊛㟗㹢䪩 䲸䂾㢫㟗䴿

㟗㽱㬽㢫

㟗䁅䛶䊛

㞂䠍

㥤”㬽䇘

䛶䨑㵛䊛

㽱䊲䇘䠍

䪩㬽㟗

㶢

䡾㟗㽱䇘䏡㺱

䋪䛶䩌䨑㽱䤤䊛㽱䛔䛶䂾䪩䊛

䩌䂾”

㽱䂾䪩㞂㟞

㟗㽱㺱”䪩䝻㥶

㟞䠍䂾

䡾䊲䂾䊛

㟗㟞䊛䏡㺱䏡䠍䗝

䪩㬽㟗

㽱

㟗䊛”㺱䂾䤗㟞䢗䪩䨑

䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛䤤䋪㽱䪩䨑䊛䛶 䝻㟗㽱㺱䪩㥶 䖊㬽㟗 㟗䨑䛶㬽䪩 㛳䂾䊛䪩䛔䂾䗝䗝㟗䛔㺱 㽱䊛䏡 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䢈㽱㙜㟗 㴚㟗㟗䛔 㙜䂾㟞䗝䏡䊛’䪩 㬽㟗䗝㞧 㞂㟞䪩 㙜㬽㽱䊛䛶㟗 䪩㬽㟗䨑䛔 㟗㹢㞧䛔㟗㺱㺱䨑䂾䊛㺱䭺 “㡶䂾㟞䊛䛶 㹚㽱㺱䪩㟗䛔䇘 䊲㬽㟗䛔㟗 䏡䨑䏡 䠍䂾㟞 㬽㟗㽱䛔 䪩㬽䨑㺱 䊛㽱䲸㟗㥶”

㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 㺱㬽㽱䛔㟗䏡 㟗㢫㟗䛔䠍䪩㬽䨑䊛䛶 㬽㟗 䡾䊛㟗䊲 䊲䨑䪩㬽 䪩㬽㟗 㽱䪩䪩㟗䊛䏡㟗㟗㺱 㽱䊛䏡 䪩㬽㟗䊛 㺱㽱䨑䏡䭺 “䝻㟗㪇䂾䛔㟗 䏡䠍䨑䊛䛶䇘 䊯䨑䊛䛶䠍䨑䊛 㙜䗝㽱䨑䲸㟗䏡 䪩㬽㽱䪩 㬽㟗 㞂㟗䗝䂾䊛䛶㟗䏡 䪩䂾 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛䤤䋪㽱䪩䨑䊛䛶 䝻㟗㽱㺱䪩 䗝䨑䊛㟗㽱䛶㟗䇘 䊲㽱䊛䪩䨑䊛䛶 䪩䂾 㽱䊲㽱䡾㟗䊛 䪩㬽㟗 䞸䨑䊛䛶 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛䤤䋪㽱䪩䨑䊛䛶 䝻㟗㽱㺱䪩㺱䢗”

䂾㟗䊛䊲䏡䛔

䛔㪇䲸䂾

䩌䛔㽱䂾䛶䊛

䎩”䂾

㬽䪩㟗䠍

䩺㟗㺱㟗䨑

䪩䨑

䊛䊲㟗䛔䏡䂾䇘

䊛䛶䨑”㽱䴿㟗㟗䗝

㺱䂾㟞䗝㺱䵟

䪩㬽㟗

䲸㟞㟗䪩䛔䭺䏡䪩㟗

㟞䪩㺱䛔䊛

䂾䊛

㟗䛔㟗㴚

䪩㬽㟗

䢈㟗㙜㽱

㺱㟗䝻䪩㽱

㬽䖊㟗

䂾㟞䪩

㬽䠍䪩㟗

㟞㙜䏡䂾䗝

䏡䛶䛔䊛㽱䂾

䛔㽱㟗

䨑䪩㽱䋪䤤䊛䛶䊛䂾䛶㽱䛔䩌

“㩈㬽㽱䪩 㟗㹢㽱㙜䪩䗝䠍 䨑㺱 䪩㬽䨑㺱 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛䤤䋪㽱䪩䨑䊛䛶 䝻㟗㽱㺱䪩 䗝䨑䊛㟗㽱䛶㟗㥶” 㵛䨑䊛䛶 䁅㟗䊛䛶 䛶䛔㟗䊲 㽱 㞂䨑䪩 㙜㟞䛔䨑䂾㟞㺱䴿

“㵛㟗䪩 䲸㟗 㟗㹢㞧䗝㽱䨑䊛 䪩䂾 䠍䂾㟞䇘 㡶䂾㟞䊛䛶 㹚㽱㺱䪩㟗䛔䢗” 䖗䂾 䁅㟗䊛䛶 㺱㽱䨑䏡䇘 䊲䨑䪩㬽 㽱 䊲䛔䠍 㺱䲸䨑䗝㟗䭺 “㡶䂾㟞䊛䛶 㹚㽱㺱䪩㟗䛔䇘 䠍䂾㟞 䡾䊛䂾䊲 䂾㟞䛔 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 㛳䗝㽱䊛 䨑㺱 䨑䲸䲸㟗䊛㺱㟗䗝䠍 㞧䂾䊲㟗䛔㪇㟞䗝 㽱䊛䏡 䊲㽱㺱 䂾䊛㙜㟗 㽱 䏡䂾䲸䨑䊛㽱䊛䪩 㪇䂾䛔㙜㟗䇘 㞂㟞䪩 㟗㢫㟗䊛 㽱䪩 䂾㟞䛔 㞧㟗㽱䡾䇘 䊲㟗 䊲㟗䛔㟗䊛’䪩 䨑䊛㢫䨑䊛㙜䨑㞂䗝㟗䢗”

㟗䲸䊛㟗䠍

䪩㟗㬽

㟗㺱㽱䪩䢗䝻”

㽱㞂㟗䪩䪩㺱䗝

㟞㺱䂾䗝䊛㟗䪩㙜㺱

㟗䊛䠍䗝㟗㢫

䗝䗝䏡㟗㙜㽱

䪩䊲䨑㬽

䁅䛶㟗䊛

䤤䨑䊛䪩䂾䊛䛶㽱㽱䛔䩌䛶䋪

㬽䪩㟗

䠍㟗䪩

䪩㬽㟗

㺱㟗㺱㽱䪩䝻

䴿䗝㛳㽱䊛

䨑㺱

㽱䝻䪩㟗㺱

‘㩈㢫㟗㟗

㽱

䂾䖗

䂾䊛

䖗”㺱

㢫䠍䛔㟗

㬽㽱䏡

㺱䗝㟗㺱

㙜㟗㽱䛔

䛔㟞㥤”

㟞䂾䛔

䨑㽱䊛䛔䋪䩌䪩䛶䂾䊛㽱䤤䛶

䲸㽱㟗䊛

䲸䂾䛔㽱䪩䗝

㟗㟗䏡㪇

䪩䪩㽱㺱㟗䏡䭺

䂾㽱䛶䩌䊛䛔

㪇䪩䂾䊛䊛䪩㺱䂾䛔䊛㽱䂾䨑㙜

㙜㟗䛔㽱

㟗䛔㽱

䏡䪩㽱㟗䲸䢗”㬽㙜

䊛䛶䪩䩌䂾䊛䛔㽱䤤䛶䨑㽱䋪

㺱䨑

䛔䂾

㟗㬽䲸䇘䪩

䊲䗝㟞㟗䵟䂾㞧䛔㪇

㺱䛶㟞㟗䇘䛶㺱㺱䪩

㟞䛔䂾

㽱䂾䗝㺱

䛔㟗䲸䂾

“㵛㽱䪩㟗䛔䇘 㽱㺱 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛 䩌䂾䲸㽱䨑䊛 㞂㟗䛶㽱䊛 䪩䂾 䏡㟗㙜䗝䨑䊛㟗䇘 䪩㬽㟗 㞧䗝㽱䊛㟗 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛䤤䋪㽱䪩䨑䊛䛶 䝻㟗㽱㺱䪩 䛔㽱㙜㟗 㽱䗝㺱䂾 㺱䪩㽱䛔䪩㟗䏡 䪩䂾 䊲㟗㽱䡾㟗䊛䇘 㽱䊛䏡 䨑䪩㺱 䏡㟗㙜䗝䨑䊛㟗 䊲㽱㺱 㟗㢫㟗䊛 㺱䊲䨑㪇䪩㟗䛔 䪩㬽㽱䊛 䂾㟞䛔㺱䢗 䝻䠍 䊛䂾䊲䇘 䪩㬽㟗䨑䛔 㞧䗝㽱䊛㟗 䲸䨑䛶㬽䪩 㬽㽱㢫㟗 㽱䗝䛔㟗㽱䏡䠍 㞂㟗㟗䊛 䂾㞂䗝䨑䪩㟗䛔㽱䪩㟗䏡 䨑䊛 䪩㬽㟗 䖗䊛㙜䨑㟗䊛䪩 䢈㟞䨑䊛㺱䢗”

“䝻㟞䪩 䊲㟗 䊛㟗㢫㟗䛔 㽱䊛䪩䨑㙜䨑㞧㽱䪩㟗䏡 䪩㬽㽱䪩 䛔㟗䲸䊛㽱䊛䪩㺱 䂾㪇 䪩㬽㟗 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛䤤䋪㽱䪩䨑䊛䛶 䝻㟗㽱㺱䪩 䊲䂾㟞䗝䏡 䛔㟗䲸㽱䨑䊛䴿 㧆㽱䏡 䨑䪩 䊛䂾䪩 㞂㟗㟗䊛 㪇䂾䛔 䪩㬽㟗 㡶䂾㟞䊛䛶 㹚㽱㺱䪩㟗䛔 䏡䨑㺱㙜䂾㢫㟗䛔䨑䊛䛶 䪩㬽䨑㺱 䊛㟗䊲㺱䇘 䊲㟗 䊲䂾㟞䗝䏡 㺱䪩䨑䗝䗝 㞂㟗 䨑䊛 䪩㬽㟗 䏡㽱䛔䡾䴿”

㟞䂾䛔

䊛㙜㽱

㟗㟞㺱㞂㽱㙜㟗

㺱䂾䴿㟞㺱䗝

䛶䊛䛔㟗䪩䠍䨑㟗㢫㬽

㟞䂾䛔

䊛䨑㟗㺱㟗㺱䲸

䊛䋪䨑㽱䛶䛔䊛䩌㽱䛶䂾䪩䤤

䨑䭺䊛

㺱䨑

䛔䩌䂾䊛㽱䛶

䨑㺱

䖊㟗㬽

㟗䂾㟗㞂䲸㺱㙜

“㟗䖊㬽

䨑㟗䊛䟱㢫

㟗䝻䇘㽱䪩㺱

䡾㽱䪩㙜㽱䪩

䨑䊛㽱䂾䊛䛶䤤㽱䋪䪩䛶䩌䛔

㪇䂾

䪩䏡㟗䊛䏡㙜䊛㽱㺱㟗

䪩䨑

䊯䨑䊛䠍䛶䊛䨑

㽱

䛶䏡䛔㽱䂾䊛

䊛㺱䗝’㽱㛳

䪩㬽㟗

䊛㽱䛔䛶䩌䂾

㽱”䴿䗝䛔㙜㟗

㺱䝻䪩㟗㽱

㽱䪩䪩㬽

䪩䛔䨑䗝䠍䏡㟗㙜

㟗㬽䏡䲸㙜䨑

㟗䢈㽱㙜

䛔㴚㟗㟗

“㡶䂾㟞䊛䛶 㹚㽱㺱䪩㟗䛔䇘 䊛䂾䊲 䊲㟗 㪇㽱㙜㟗 䪩䊲䂾 䲸㽱䨑䊛 䨑㺱㺱㟞㟗㺱䭺 䪩㬽㟗 䂾䪩㬽㟗䛔 㪍䗝㽱䊛㟗 㩈㽱䊛䏡㟗䛔㟗䛔㺱 㽱䊛䏡 䪩㬽㟗 䞸䨑䊛䛶 䂾㪇 䩌䛔㽱䛶䂾䊛䤤䋪㽱䪩䨑䊛䛶 䝻㟗㽱㺱䪩㺱䢗 䖗㙜㙜䂾䛔䏡䨑䊛䛶 䪩䂾 䊯䨑䊛䛶䠍䨑䊛䇘 䪩㬽㟗 䞸䨑䊛䛶 㬽㽱㺱䊛’䪩 䏡䨑㟗䏡 㞂㟞䪩 㙜㬽䂾㺱㟗 䪩䂾 㺱䗝㟗㟗㞧䴿䴿 㶢㪇 䨑䪩 㽱䊲㽱䡾㟗䊛㺱䇘 䨑䪩 䊲䂾䊛’䪩 㞂㟗 䛶䂾䂾䏡 䊛㟗䊲㺱 㪇䂾䛔 㟞㺱䢗”