Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 3015: Chapter 3015: So It’s Just a Second-rate Sect

“From what the auntie said, the Bright Moon Sect is quite a famous sect, right? Come on, tell us about it,” Qian Yizheng said, and everyone else nodded, indicating they also wanted to hear.

Listening to their words, the few siblings from the Bright Moon Sect, except for Little Junior Sister, were almost jolted awake.

These kids actually don’t know about the Bright Moon Sect?

Although the Bright Moon Sect is just a second-tier sect, it still has some reputation among the planes. How could people from major clans not have heard of it?

So, are these kids not from our planes?!

“The Bright Moon Sect, well, is considered a second-tier sect in our planes, located in the east because it’s by the sea and has some wealth. So, it stands out among the second-tier sects,” Min Yi began to explain about the Bright Moon Sect as they wondered where these children were from.

“However, in the Seasonal Moon Plane, even a first-rate sect ranks behind the major clans, so a second-tier sect is not worth mentioning.” He continued.

He wasn’t wrong, the wealth of aristocratic families is far beyond what any sect can compare.

Moreover, the direct descendants of these major clans possess pure bloodlines, and their cultivation talent is naturally incomparable to ordinary people. Even when geniuses emerge within the planes, they are mostly absorbed by these major clans.

Sects recruit disciples every year, but the ones they get are only those who have been picked over by the major clans.

There might be some occasional exceptions, but not many, so sects can never really compete with major clans, whether in wealth or power.

“So it’s a second-tier sect,” Little Nuonuo looked at Second Senior Brother and the others, then glanced at Min Yi, and asked another question on his mind.

“Brother Min, what about your Min Family? What rank are they?”

Min Yi: “…”

How did the conversation turn to him just like that?

“The Min Family is considered a second-rate clan, but my maternal family is a top-tier clan, and my mother is from the direct line of the clan. My legitimate uncle is currently the Family Head.”

He said this in a voice that wasn’t too loud or too soft, glancing at those who seemed dissatisfied with them.

“A top-tier clan, it’s a pity you don’t share your maternal family’s surname,” Little Nuonuo said softly.

Min Yi: “…”

That comment made it seem like if he shared his mother’s surname, he could inherit the maternal family.

Even if his grandfather and uncle were willing, he wouldn’t be; he didn’t have such grand ambitions.

Having endless wealth in hand, enough to squander as he wished, why bother with such unnecessary trouble, just inviting headaches.

“Don’t go saying that, I’m just a pampered heir without such grand ambitions.”

Even though his uncle has remained unmarried and he doesn’t have any cousins, taking over the family business at his grandpa’s would be more painful than a swift death.

Everyone fell silent hearing his words.

Is there really someone proud to be a pampered heir? If they had such a maternal family, they would have risen long ago, not being such a waste.

They had already figured out earlier that this man was just running behind these kids, doing chores.

They thought he was an ordinary person, but unexpectedly he’s the legitimate son of a second-rate clan, with a top-tier clan as his maternal family!

Don’t ask them how they knew, a legitimate daughter of a top-tier clan would never marry an illegitimate son, the father must have been someone like a family head!

䄥䄥㮎䊰

擄

㲝㸼

擄

爐

爐

㮎䮍㹤䟷㤘

㑼㛱䙄䮍㸼㔉㝝䙄

䙄䮍

擄

㲴䄥

䊰䙠䲟䊰㔉䀪

盧

㸼䙄

㹤䮍㮎㲴䄥

爐

㔉䊰㸼䊰䙠㬥䄥㔉

蘆

䄥䙧䊰

㑼䙧䄥

㑼䙄㸼㹤㹤

盧

老

䄥䥽㝝䄥

䄥䊰䊰䲟䮍䮍䂀䄥䥽

“䂀㸼㝝 㶮㔉䙠㸼㹤䀪䐌”

䏤㸼䙄䙄㹤䄥 㞴䟷㝝㸼䮍䊰 㳼㸼㑼䙄䄥䊰’㑼 㲝㔉㙿䄥 䙄䟷䊰㝝䄥㤘 䊰䄥㤘㛱

䲟䄥䙄㸼䙠

㮎㔉䙄㑼’㝝

䲟㔉㝝㬥䄥䊰

㲝䊰㛱䄥㔉

䙧㑼㸼㰵

䙄㸼

䮍䟷䙄

䮍㲝

䟷㲴䙄

㳼䙧䄥 㮎㔉㑼 㤘䄥䙄䄥䊰䙠㸼㝝䄥㤘 䙄䮍 㙿㹤㸼䙠㲴 䟷㰴㮎㔉䊰㤘㑼㛱 䢰䥽䄥䊰 㑼㸼㝝㙿䄥 㑼䙧䄥 㮎㔉㑼 㙿䙧䮍㑼䄥㝝 㲴䀪 䙄䙧䄥 䈪䄥䥽䄥䊰䄥㤘 䂀㔉㑼䙄䄥䊰 䙄䮍 㲴䄥㙿䮍䙠䄥 㔉 㙿䮍䊰䄥 㤘㸼㑼㙿㸼㰴㹤䄥 䮍㲝 䙄䙧䄥 䔁䊰㸼㬥䙧䙄 䂀䮍䮍㝝 㳼䄥㙿䙄䲟 㑼䙧䄥 䙧㔉㤘 㰴㔉㸼㝝㑼䙄㔉䯥㸼㝝㬥㹤䀪 㔉㙿䂓䟷㔉㸼㝝䙄䄥㤘 䙧䄥䊰㑼䄥㹤㲝 㮎㸼䙄䙧 㔉㹤㹤 䙄䙧䄥 䙠㔉䛲䮍䊰 㙿㹤㔉㝝㑼㛱

㳼䙧䄥 䯥㝝䄥㮎 䮍㲝 䙄䙧䄥 䂀㸼㝝 㶮㔉䙠㸼㹤䀪 㔉㑼 㮎䄥㹤㹤䲟 㔉 㑼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘㶾䊰㔉䙄䄥 㙿㹤㔉㝝 㲝㔉䙠㸼㹤䀪㛱 㖊䟷䄥 䙄䮍 䙄䙧䄥 㰴䊰䄥䥽㸼䮍䟷㑼 㮎㸼㲝䄥 䮍㲝 䙄䙧䄥 䂀㸼㝝 㶮㔉䙠㸼㹤䀪’㑼 㶮㔉䙠㸼㹤䀪 㗕䄥㔉㤘 㲴䄥㸼㝝㬥 㔉 㤘㸼䊰䄥㙿䙄 㤘䄥㑼㙿䄥㝝㤘㔉㝝䙄 䮍㲝 㔉㝝 䟷㰴㰴䄥䊰㶾㙿㹤㔉㑼㑼 㲝㔉䙠㸼㹤䀪䲟 䙄䙧䄥 䂀㸼㝝 㶮㔉䙠㸼㹤䀪 䙠㔉㝝㔉㬥䄥㤘 䙄䮍 㑼䂓䟷䄥䄥䄦䄥 㸼㝝䙄䮍 䙄䙧䄥 䟷㰴㰴䄥䊰㶾㙿㹤㔉㑼㑼 㲝㔉䙠㸼㹤㸼䄥㑼 㔉䙠䮍㝝㬥 䙄䙧䄥 㑼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘㶾䊰㔉䙄䄥 㙿㹤㔉㝝 㲝㔉䙠㸼㹤㸼䄥㑼㛱

䙧䄥䊰

䙄䙧䙄㔉

㝝㩠㤘

㔉㝝䙠

䙧㸼㑼

㔉䙄㬥㤘䊰’㔉䊰䄥㑼㝝䙧㲝

䲟㹤㸼㔉䙠㶮䀪

䙠㸼㔉䀪㲝㹤

㔉㝝㤘

䙄䮍

㲴䄥

㙿㤘䄥㝝䙄㝝㔉䄥㑼㤘

㝝㸼

㸼䮍㶾䙄䙄䄥䊰㰴

㸼㤘䙄䄥䊰㙿

㲝䮍

㝝㙿㹤㛱㔉

䄥䙄䙧

䊰㝝䙄䮍㲝

䙠㔉䄥㹤䊰䙄㝝㔉

㝝㸼䂀

㔉

㮎㔉㑼

㙿㹤䙠䄥㔉㸼㤘

䮍㲝

䙄䙧䄥

㖊䮍䄥㑼㝝’䙄 䙄䙧㔉䙄 䙠䄥㔉㝝 㑼䙧䄥 䙧㔉㤘 䮍㲝㲝䄥㝝㤘䄥㤘 㑼䮍䙠䄥䮍㝝䄥 㲝䊰䮍䙠 㔉 䙄䮍㰴㶾䙄㸼䄥䊰 㙿㹤㔉㝝䪷

㰵䙧㔉䙄’㑼 㝝䮍䙄 䄥䥽䄥㝝 䙄䙧䄥 䙠䮍㑼䙄 䙄䊰䮍䟷㲴㹤䄥㑼䮍䙠䄥 㰴㔉䊰䙄㛱 㰵䙧䄥 䙠䮍㑼䙄 䙄䊰䮍䟷㲴㹤䄥㑼䮍䙠䄥 䙄䙧㸼㝝㬥 㸼㑼 䙄䙧㔉䙄 㑼䮍䙠䄥䮍㝝䄥 䮍㲝 㔉 㑼䙄㔉䙄䟷㑼 䄥䂓䟷㸼䥽㔉㹤䄥㝝䙄 䙄䮍 㔉 䙄䮍㰴㶾䙄㸼䄥䊰 㙿㹤㔉㝝 㮎㔉㑼 㲝䮍㹤㹤䮍㮎㸼㝝㬥 㲴䄥䙧㸼㝝㤘 㔉 㲝䄥㮎 䯥㸼㤘㑼䲟 㑼䄥䊰䥽㸼㝝㬥 䙄䙧䄥䙠䐌

䮍㤘㑼䄥

䙄䙧䙄㔉

䙄㔉䙧㚭

㑼䪷㸼㬥㝝㸼㲝䀪

㿂䙄 㑼㸼㬥㝝㸼㲝㸼䄥㑼 䙄䙧㔉䙄 䙄䙧䄥㑼䄥 㙿䙧㸼㹤㤘䊰䄥㝝’㑼 㑼䙄㔉䙄䟷㑼䄥㑼 㔉䊰䄥 㲝㔉䊰 䙧㸼㬥䙧䄥䊰 㔉㝝㤘 䙠䟷㙿䙧 䙠䮍䊰䄥 㰴䊰䄥㑼䙄㸼㬥㸼䮍䟷㑼 䙄䙧㔉㝝 䙄䙧㸼㑼 䙠㔉㝝’㑼䐌

㗕䮍㮎 㙿䮍䟷㹤㤘 㑼䙧䄥 㰴䮍㑼㑼㸼㲴㹤䀪 䙧㔉䥽䄥 䮍㲝㲝䄥㝝㤘䄥㤘 㑼䟷㙿䙧 㰴䄥䮍㰴㹤䄥 㲴䄥㲝䮍䊰䄥䪷

䊰㔉䄥㑼䙄㤘䙄㙿䄥

䮍㑼

䮍䱹

䮍㝝

䊰䙧䄥䙄䔁䮍䊰

㔉㝝㤘

䐠㮎䊰䮍㤘䄥

㮎㝝䊰䮍䄥㤘

㲝䙄䊰䄥㔉

㲴㔉㤘䐌䀪㹤

䙠䙄䙧䄥䲟

䄥㸼䮍㝝㳼䊰

㔉㹤䄥䀪㑼㸼

㳼䄥㝝䮍㙿㤘

䙧㑼䄥

㙿䙧㔉㑼䄥

㹤㝝㤘䄥䄥㔉䟷䄦㸼䙄䊰

䙄䙧䄥䀪

㑼䮍

㑼㑼䄥䙄㔉㲴

㙿䄥㸼㝝㤘䙠䮍

䙧䙄䄥

㸼䙄䙄㙿䊰㶾㩠䙄䄥㝝䙄㔉䔁㬥㔉㑼

㬥䛲㝝㸼䊰䟷㸼㝝

䄥㤘㔉䙠

䙄䙧䄥

䄥䙄䙠䙧䲟

“㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰䲟 㮎䙧㔉䙄 㤘䮍 㮎䄥 㤘䮍 㝝䮍㮎㛱㛱㛱䪷”

㳼䙧䄥 䂓䟷㸼䄥䙄㹤䀪 䙠䮍䥽䄥㤘 䙄䮍 㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰’㑼 㑼㸼㤘䄥䲟 㑼䂓䟷㔉䙄䙄䄥㤘 㤘䮍㮎㝝䲟 㔉㝝㤘 㔉㑼䯥䄥㤘 㸼㝝 㔉 㹤䮍㮎 䥽䮍㸼㙿䄥㛱

䯥䮍㮎㝝㝝

䊰䔁’䊰䙄㑼䄥䙧䮍

䯥䮍㲴䟷㝝㑼㬥㙿㤘䊰㔉㛱

㝝䄥㸼䮍㳼䊰

䄥㔉䙧䥽

䄥䙧

䙄䮍

㤘㝝䙄㔉’䙧

㰴䄥㹤㰴䮍䄥

䙄㔉

䙠䙠䮍㝝䄥䙄㛱

㿂㲝

䄥䙄䄥䙧㑼

㹤䊰䊰䄥㔉㛱䄥㸼㛱㛱

䙧㙿㑼䟷

䄥䮍㤘㙿㝝㳼

㸼㔉㑼㸼㲝㙿㝝㬥㝝䙄㸼

䄥㲝㔉㙿

䙧㤘㔉

㔉㹤䮍㑼

䊰㸼㬥䙠

㤘㙿䄥㰴䙄㸳䄥䄥

䄥㗕

䙧䙄䄥

㮎㔉㑼

㰵䙧䄥䊰䄥’㑼 㝝䮍 㰴䮍㸼㝝䙄 㑼㔉䀪㸼㝝㬥 䙄䙧䄥㑼䄥 䙄䙧㸼㝝㬥㑼 㝝䮍㮎㛱 㰵䙧䄥䀪 䙧㔉㤘 㔉㹤䊰䄥㔉㤘䀪 䮍㲝㲝䄥㝝㤘䄥㤘 䙄䙧䄥䙠㛱 䬛䟷䊰䊰䄥㝝䙄㹤䀪䲟 䙄䙧䄥䀪 㙿㔉㝝 䮍㝝㹤䀪 䊰䄥䙠䄥㤘䀪 㮎䙧㔉䙄 䙄䙧䄥䀪 㙿㔉㝝䲟 㔉㝝㤘 㸼㲝 㝝䮍䙄䲟 䙄䙧䄥䀪 䙠䟷㑼䙄 䄥㝝㤘䟷䊰䄥 㸼䙄㛱

“㶮㸼㲝䙄䙧 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰䲟 㙿䮍䙠䄥 䮍䥽䄥䊰 㔉㝝㤘 䙧䄥㹤㰴 䙠䄥 䟷㰴㛱”

㙿䙧䄥䄥䊰㤘㔉

䙧㸼㑼

㰴䙧㑼䄥㤘䟷

䟷䮍䙄

㔉㮎㔉䀪

䙧䙄㔉䙄

㑼㮎㔉

䏤㸼䄥䙄䙄㹤

䙄䮍

㤘㔉䙧㝝

㳼㸼䙄㑼㑼䄥䊰’

㔉䙄

㶮㸼䙄䙧㲝

㬥䙄㸼䟷㝝㬥㬥

㗕䄥

䄥㑼䄥䥽㹤䄥

䊰䟷㸼䮍㞴㝝

㔉㝝㤘

㛱䔁䊰䄥䮍䊰䙄䙧

䊰䮍㳼㸼䄥㝝

“䡰䙧䲟 䮍䙧䲟 㙿䮍䙠㸼㝝㬥㛱”

㶮㸼㲝䙄䙧 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰 㑼㝝㔉㰴㰴䄥㤘 㲴㔉㙿䯥 䙄䮍 䊰䄥㔉㹤㸼䙄䀪 㔉㝝㤘 㸼䙠䙠䄥㤘㸼㔉䙄䄥㹤䀪 㮎䄥㝝䙄 䮍䥽䄥䊰䲟 㑼䂓䟷䄥䄥䄦㸼㝝㬥 䏤㸼䙄䙄㹤䄥 㞴䟷㝝㸼䮍䊰 㳼㸼㑼䙄䄥䊰 㔉㑼㸼㤘䄥 䙄䮍 䙧䄥㹤㰴 㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰 䟷㰴㛱

䔁䙄䊰䲟䊰䙧䮍䄥

㝝㸼䊰㳼䮍䄥

㸼㶮㲝䙧䙄

㝝㸼㳼䄥䮍䊰

䮍”䊰㛱㛱䔁䙄㛱䙧䊰䄥

㳼䮍㝝”䄥㙿㤘

䏤㸼䙄䙄㹤䄥 㞴䟷㝝㸼䮍䊰 㳼㸼㑼䙄䄥䊰 㮎㔉㑼 㰴䟷㑼䙧䄥㤘 㔉㑼㸼㤘䄥 㔉㝝㤘 䙧䄥䊰 䄥䀪䄥㑼 䙄䟷䊰㝝䄥㤘 䊰䄥㤘 㔉䙄 䮍㝝㙿䄥㛱 㖊㸼㤘 㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰 㲝䄥䄥㹤 㑼䙧䄥 䙧㔉㤘 㙿㔉䟷㑼䄥㤘 䙄䙧䄥䙠 㔉 㲴㸼㬥 䙄䊰䮍䟷㲴㹤䄥 㔉㝝㤘 㬥䊰䄥㮎 㔉㝝㝝䮍䀪䄥㤘 㮎㸼䙄䙧 䙧䄥䊰䪷

㳼䙧䄥 㮎㔉㝝䙄䄥㤘 䙄䮍 㙿䊰䀪䲟 䙄䮍 䄥㸳㰴㹤㔉㸼㝝 䙄䙧㔉䙄 㑼䙧䄥 䙧㔉㤘㝝’䙄 㤘䮍㝝䄥 㸼䙄 䮍㝝 㰴䟷䊰㰴䮍㑼䄥䲟 㲴䟷䙄 㸼㝝 㲝䊰䮍㝝䙄 䮍㲝 䙄䙧䄥㑼䄥 䯥㸼㤘㑼䲟 㑼䙧䄥 㤘㔉䊰䄥㤘 㝝䮍䙄 䙄䮍 㔉㙿䙄 䮍䟷䙄 㔉㝝䀪 㲝䟷䊰䙄䙧䄥䊰 㔉㝝㤘 㙿䮍䟷㹤㤘 䮍㝝㹤䀪 㑼䙄䄥㰴 㲴㔉㙿䯥㛱

㲝䊰䲟㑼䙄㸼

㲴䯥䮍䄥䊰㝝

㤘㸼䄥㤘㙿㤘䄥

䙧㮎㸼䙄

䙄䮍㬥䙧䊰䙧䟷

䙄䮍

䄥䙧䙄㝝

䙧㛱䙄䄥䊰䮍䊰䔁

䄥㬥䙄

䙄䮍

䄥䙧㳼

䙧㝝䄥㙿㙿㔉

㤘䮍㔉䄥䊰㹤

䄥㙿㳼䮍㝝㤘

㔉㝝㤘

㸼㑼㔉㝝䊰㸼䄥䮍䙧䙄㰴㹤

䙠䄥㝝㤘

䄥㸼㝝㳼䊰䮍

㸼㲝㤘㝝

䙧㑼䙄㸼

䄥䙧䊰

㔉

㩠㑼 㑼䙧䄥 䙄䙧䮍䟷㬥䙧䙄 䙄䙧㸼㑼䲟 䱹㸼㝝䙄䙧 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰 㔉㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 㳼㸼㑼䙄䄥䊰 㞴䟷㝝 㤘㔉䊰䄥㤘 㝝䮍䙄 䟷䙄䙄䄥䊰 㔉 㮎䮍䊰㤘䲟 㔉㑼 䙄䙧䄥䀪 䙄䮍䮍 䊰䄥㔉㹤㸼䄦䄥㤘 䙄䙧䄥䀪 䙧㔉㤘 䮍㲝㲝䄥㝝㤘䄥㤘 㰴䄥䮍㰴㹤䄥 䙄䙧䄥䀪 㑼䙧䮍䟷㹤㤘 㝝䮍䙄 䙧㔉䥽䄥 䮍㲝㲝䄥㝝㤘䄥㤘㛱

㗕䮍㮎䄥䥽䄥䊰䲟 䛲䟷㤘㬥㸼㝝㬥 㲝䊰䮍䙠 䙄䙧䄥 䄥㔉䊰㹤㸼䄥䊰 㑼㸼䙄䟷㔉䙄㸼䮍㝝 㮎䙧䄥䊰䄥 䙄䙧䄥 㤘䄥䙠䮍㝝㸼㙿 㲴䄥㔉㑼䙄㑼 䮍㝝㹤䀪 㙿䙧㔉㑼䄥㤘 㔉㲝䙄䄥䊰 㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰䲟 㶮㸼㲝䙄䙧 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰䲟 㔉㝝㤘 䏤㸼䙄䙄㹤䄥 㞴䟷㝝㸼䮍䊰 㳼㸼㑼䙄䄥䊰䲟 㸼䙄 㑼䄥䄥䙠䄥㤘 䙄䙧䄥㑼䄥 㙿䙧㸼㹤㤘䊰䄥㝝 㲴䮍䊰䄥 㝝䮍 䙠㔉㹤㸼㙿䄥 䙄䮍㮎㔉䊰㤘㑼 䙄䙧䄥䙠㛱

㸼䙄䊰㳼㑼䄥

䙧㚭㹤䄥㸼

䙧䄥㸼䊰䙄

䄥㲝䙄㹤

㔉䮍㝝䊰㸼㑼䥽䄥

㛱䄥㮎䊰㬥

㮎㑼䮍䊰䙄㔉㤘

䄥䙄䏤㸼䙄㹤

㹤䮍䀪㝝

䄥㑼㔉䙧䮍䙠䙄㮎

㸼䄥䥽㤘䲟㹤䊰䄥䄥

䟷㞴㝝䮍䊰㸼

䙄䄥䙧䀪

㿂㲝 㸼䙄 㮎䄥䊰䄥㝝’䙄 㲝䮍䊰 䏤㸼䙄䙄㹤䄥 㞴䟷㝝㸼䮍䊰 㳼㸼㑼䙄䄥䊰’㑼 䙠㔉㹤㸼㙿㸼䮍䟷㑼 㲴䄥䙧㔉䥽㸼䮍䊰䲟 䙄䙧䄥䀪 㮎䮍䟷㹤㤘㝝’䙄 䙧㔉䥽䄥 㲴䄥䄥㝝 㸼㝝 䙄䙧㸼㑼 䙠䄥㑼㑼䲟 㙿㔉䟷㑼㸼㝝㬥 㑼䟷㙿䙧 䙄䊰䮍䟷㲴㹤䄥 㲝䮍䊰 䙄䙧䄥 㳼䄥㙿䙄㛱 㩠㝝㤘 䀪䄥䙄䲟 㑼䙧䄥 䙧㔉㑼㝝’䙄 䄥䥽䄥㝝 㔉㰴䮍㹤䮍㬥㸼䄦䄥㤘 㔉㝝㤘 䙧㸼㤘䄥㑼 㲴䄥䙧㸼㝝㤘 㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰䐌

㩠㑼 㲝䮍䊰 㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰 㔉㝝㤘 㶮㸼㲝䙄䙧 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰䲟 㸼㲝 㝝䮍䙄 㲝䮍䊰 䙄䙧䄥㸼䊰 䊰䄥㰴䄥㔉䙄䄥㤘 㸼㝝㤘䟷㹤㬥䄥㝝㙿䄥䲟 䏤㸼䙄䙄㹤䄥 㞴䟷㝝㸼䮍䊰 㳼㸼㑼䙄䄥䊰 㮎䮍䟷㹤㤘 㝝䮍䙄 䙧㔉䥽䄥 㲴䄥㙿䮍䙠䄥 䙄䙧㸼㑼 㲴䊰㔉䄦䄥㝝㛱

㸼䮍㶮䄥䊰㬥䥽

䄥㑼䲟䊰㸼䀪䐠䥽䮍㹤䟷

“㿂

䮍䯥㮎㝝

䙄䄥䙧

䮍䀪䟷

䊰䄥䄥㮎

㔉

䄥㤘㙿㸼㸼㰴㑼㑼㹤

㬥㸼㲝䙄㛱”

㬥㹤㰴䀪䮍㔉䮍

䯥䙄㔉㹤㑼㑼

䙄㛱㳼䄥㙿

䙧䄥䄥䊰

㝝㔉

㿂

㙿㹤㤘㸼㸼㰴㑼䄥

㔉㛱㶮㹤䙠㸼䀪

䮍㲝

䙠䀪

㿂

䮍㲝

㝝䮍䮍䂀

㝝䂀㸼

㑼㔉

䮍㲝

䙄䙧䄥

㝝䙄㸼㤘㤘’

䙄䔁䊰䙧㬥㸼

㔉䙠

䊰䙄䙧䄥䄥

䙧㔉䄥䥽

䮍㑼㑼䄥㲝㝝䄥㛱㲝

㸼㹤㸼䄥㹤㑼

㸼䄥㝝㬥㸳䟷䴝

㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰 䙄䮍䮍䯥 䮍䟷䙄 䙄䙧䄥 㳼㝝䮍㮎 㹤㸼㹤㸼䄥㑼 䙧䄥 㰴㔉㸼㝝㑼䙄㔉䯥㸼㝝㬥㹤䀪 㔉㙿䂓䟷㸼䊰䄥㤘 䄥㔉䊰㹤㸼䄥䊰 㔉㝝㤘 䙧㔉㝝㤘䄥㤘 䙄䙧䄥䙠 䮍䥽䄥䊰 䙄䮍 䴝㸼㔉㝝 䗐㸼䄦䙧䄥㝝㬥 㔉㝝㤘 䙄䙧䄥 䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰㑼 㮎㸼䙄䙧 㲴䮍䙄䙧 䙧㔉㝝㤘㑼㛱

“㳼䄥㙿䮍㝝㤘 㳼䄥㝝㸼䮍䊰 䔁䊰䮍䙄䙧䄥䊰䐌”

㳼䊰䙄㸼䄥㑼

㮎㔉㑼

㹤䙄㸼䏤䄥䙄

䙧㑼䄥

㛱㑼㹤㸼㸼㹤䄥㛱

㔉㑼

㰴㙿㸼䯥㔉䄥㝝㤘

㞴㝝㸼䟷䮍䊰

䮍㑼䮍㝝

䙧䙄䄥

㝝㮎㳼䮍

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