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Death… And Me - Chapter 3386




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"Are you with the same issue?" Gram asked, surprised.


"Yes," Rean confirmed. "Neither I nor Casper here can enter our Pocket Dimensional Realms."


*Ghh...*


Rean looked to the side and saw that Gram wasn't the only one there. Spreading his Divine Sense a little, he found quite a few experts barely holding on against the powerful freezing energy, and that's only counting those who were alive.


The ones Rean and Kentucky helped earlier with the addition of the formations' runes were already completely frozen. The runes Rean drove to help them survive don't exist anymore since the Warm Boats themselves were destroyed. "Sigh... well, that was expected."


"Duleti!" Now that Gram was fine, he finally had time to focus on his Divine Sense, and he quickly found Duleti not far from him. He immediately dashed over, driving his own Divine Energy into her body.


With Gram and Duleti's Divine Energies, Duleti managed to expel some of the freezing energy, which alleviated her state. 


*Zush!*


Suddenly, Kentucky flashed in their direction, giving them no time to dodge. Rean, on Kentucky's back, grabbed those two, pulling them away from their location.


*Zum!*


In the next moment, another one of those rays of deep blue light that originated from the deep blue clouds hit that same point. A huge ice crystal formed, and the freezing energy within it spread into the surroundings. Had Rean and Kentucky not acted a second ago, both Gram and Duleti would have been frozen now.


"You two shouldn't drop your guard," Rean commented, this time driving his Light Element and Sky Energy into Duleti's body. It quickly restored her conditions to a peak state, although not her Divine Energy reserves. "Just because we aren't inside those ships anymore doesn't mean we can't be targeted by those freezing energy lights."


Gram and Duleti took a deep breath, understanding how close they were to dying a second ago. Looking in the surroundings with their Divine Senses, they found another three of those huge Ice Crystals, and quite some experts frozen inside, dead. "Tha-thank you..."


Rean smiled after hearing that.


Duleti then ascertained the situation. "The Elemental Space Realm experts have all run away. They have the cultivation to last much longer, so they definitely wouldn't waste time staying here. As for those in the Space-Bending Realm like Gram and I, we can't even move in this environment. Even if we stay completely still, we still can't keep all the Freezing Energy out."


Rean nodded, using his Divine Energy to send the two back to the ground. "Then you better come up with a plan. In any case, make sure you pay attention from now on. We won't be here next time one of those blue freezing lights comes down on you. Casper, let's go."


"Wait!" Gram almost despaired. "Are you leaving us here? You helped drive the Freezing Energy out of our bodies, but it won't take long before it seeps inside again. We don't have this amazing resistance you two do."


Rean and Kentucky looked at each other before looking at Gram. "Brother, the energy we used to drive the freezing energy out of both of your bodies is not something easy to make. We helped just now because it was just momentarily. However, neither Casper nor I have the energy to keep you two safe all the way out of the corridor."


Kentucky joined Rean. "Marvin is correct. Without those Warm Boats, Marvin and I will have to make several stops, and we aren't sure we have the energy to make it out of here on our own. Sorry, but we truly don't have the energy to help you two survive."


"What if I give you my Divine Stones?" Duleti quickly insisted.


"Your Divine Stones? Can you access your Pocket Dimensional Realm?" Rean asked, curious.


"No," Duleti shook her head. "But I always keep some Divine Stones in a Spatial Ring, just in case I lose my access to my Pocket Dimensional Realm. There are even formations capable of preventing it, so you never know when a Spatial Ring could come in hand."


Rean and Kentucky pondered a bit. The problem with Sky Energy was that it didn't only use Divine Energy, and it was Sky Energy that helped them resist what Duleti and Gram couldn't. It's just that it used Divine Energy, Soul Power, and Starlight Energy to make it. They obviously had Divine Energy and Soul Power at their disposition, but what about Starlight Energy? Rean and Kentucky's Starlight Crystals were all inside the Celestial Soul Dimensional Realm.


"Ah!" Rean then remembered something, quickly sending his sense into the Celestial Soul Dimensional Realm. 'Roan, our cultivation is shared between the three of us. Can you absorb Starlight Energy for Kentucky and Me?'


Roan narrowed his eyes. Indeed, he could do that. Their connection acted in that way, and that Waterdog seal wouldn't be able to stop it. However... "Are you asking me to use our precious Starlight Crystals to help those nobodies survive? You barely know them."


Roan could see what Rean could, which meant he also saw the various other experts who were near death already in the surroundings. "And then what? You will gather everyone else and protect them all?"


Rean did indeed see the others, and he did want to help them. It was in his nature. Still, he had to admit Roan's words made sense. This is the cultivation world, and death can be found at every corner. Everyone who joined this trip knew that it was dangerous from the start. Of course, not THIS dangerous, but dangerous nonetheless. The fact they couldn't resist the outcome wasn't the twins' group's problem.



Gram and Duleti looked at Rean and Kentucky, waiting for their decision. "Are the Divine Stones not enough?"


Rean scratched the back of his head in response. "To be honest, Divine Energy isn't a problem. I, too, have a spatial ring with Divine Stones, and Casper has his collar that also has some Divine Stones inside. The problem is Starlight Energy. That is the main reason for us to be able to resist this environment. Without more Starlight Energy, unfortunately..."


"Th-t-t-then... I c-c-can hel-help with it-t-t-t-t..." Another voice appeared, one of Duleti and Gram's group members they had joined back in the Warm Boat.


And as always, any Golden Tickets and Stones are welcome. ;)


㑓䙠䅔㜷㹢㑓䝿䲎㧕䙠㴼㧕䙠䙠㴼㑓㮼䝿㴼㮼䟿㹢㑓㓙㠐㑓㖎㧕䲎䙠㧕㖑䊛㧕㴼䅬䥻㡩㧕㾥㖎㑓䝿㮼㖎䲎䊛䲎㹺㓙㑓䲎䙠䅔㾥㴼㑓㮼㴼㮼㹢䝿㑓䊛㹺㧁㑓䙠㧕䅔㮤䟿㴼㹺㴼㓙㖎㹺㹢㹺㧁㑓㷋㮼㧕㖎㑓㖎䠫㧕㑓䝿䙠㮼㖎㧁㜷㖎䊛㹺㖑䲎㑓䙠㧁㴼䊛㹺㴼䙠㧋㑓䲎㧕㹢㮼㖎䝿㹺㡩䊛䙠䙠㖎㮼㓙㧕㧕䝿㑓㹢䙠㜷㖎㢁㴼㴼䝿䲎㹺㧕㜷䥻㷋䅔㴼㷋㷋䊛㮼㴼㹺㡩㖎䟿㮼㴼㓙㧕㖎㹺䅬㧋䙠㖑㹺䊛㡩㖎㷋㴼䙠㧕㮼㹺㮼㖑䙠㹺㖎㓙㴼㴼㑓㖑㧕㖎㔤㴼䥻㮼䟿㴼㖑


"䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼䒽" 䎦䅔㴼㑓䙠㧕 㹺㖎㓙 㢪䝿㹺㧁 㮼㾥䠫㧕㮼䅔䊛㴼䥻 䝿㑓㹢㮼㡩㖎㧕㸰㑓㓙 䲎㧕㧁 䊛㧕㖎㹢㑓 䙠䲎㑓䥻 㖑㑓䝿㑓 㷋䝿㮼㧁 䙠䲎㑓 䊛㹺㧁㑓 㡩䝿㮼䅔㠐㜷 "䂫䲎㹺䙠 㓙㮼 䥻㮼䅔 㧁㑓㹺㖎 䥻㮼䅔 㹢㹺㖎 䲎㑓㴼㠐䧎"


㮌㑓㖎䙠䅔㹢䅬䥻 㹺㖎㓙 䍽㑓㹺㖎 㴼㮼㮼䅬㑓㓙 㹺䙠 䙠䲎㑓 㴼㧕䙠䙠㴼㑓 㡩䅔䥻䟿 㷋㑓㑓㴼㧕㖎㡩 㴼㧕䅬㑓 䙠䲎㑓䥻 䲎㹺㓙 䊛㑓㑓㖎 䲎㧕㧁 㾥㑓㷋㮼䝿㑓㜷 '䚺䲎䒽 㧋 䝿㑓㧁㑓㧁㾥㑓䝿 䲎㧕㧁㜷 㳗㑓 㹺䝿䝿㧕䠫㑓㓙 㖑㧕䙠䲎 䅔䊛 㧕㖎 䙠䲎㑓 㹢㧕䙠䥻 䙠䲎䝿㮼䅔㡩䲎 䙠䲎㑓 䊛㹺㧁㑓 䙠㑓㴼㑓㠐㮼䝿䙠 㷋㮼䝿㧁㹺䙠㧕㮼㖎㜷' 䍽㑓㹺㖎 㹢㮼㧁㧁㑓㖎䙠㑓㓙 䙠㮼 㮌㑓㖎䙠䅔㹢䅬䥻 䙠䲎䝿㮼䅔㡩䲎 䙠䲎㑓㧕䝿 䎦㧕䠫㧕㖎㑓 㔤㑓㖎䊛㑓䊛㜷


㹺㴼㮼䢅䝿㸰㡩㖎㑓䝿㑓㷋㧕䝿㧕㡩䲎䙠䙠㮼㑓䙠䲎㽁䙠㮼䲎䊛㧕㑓㴼㮼㮼䅬㓙㹺㖎'䊛㑓䍽䅬㴼䙠䟿㹺㮼㧕㓙䙠㹢㧕㑓㖎䟿䝿䙠㧕䅔㮼㖎㹢㓙'㴼䙠㮼䙠㑓䲎㑓䲎㮼䙠䲎㧁䅔㓙䅔㑓䙠㾥䅔㮼㖑㖎㜷䥻㑓㖎㑓㡩䝿㹺䙠䙠䲎㖎㷋㓙㮼䅔䠫㡩㧕㖎㹺䲎䊛㠐㴼䝿㾥㧁㮼㑓㮼㖎㠐㑓㖎㧕㓙䝿㹺䲎䙠㧕㖑䲎㖎㑓䠫㑓䊛㠐㑓㜷䲎㑓㹢䙠䲎㹺䙠


䍽㑓㹺㖎 䅔㖎㓙㑓䝿䊛䙠㮼㮼㓙 䙠䲎㹺䙠 㹺㖎㓙 㹺㠐㠐䝿㮼㹺㹢䲎㑓㓙 䙠䲎㑓 㡩䅔䥻䟿 㠐䅔䙠䙠㧕㖎㡩 㹺 䲎㹺㖎㓙 㮼㖎 䲎㧕䊛 㾥㮼㓙䥻㜷 㢁㷋䙠㑓䝿 䊛㑓㖎㓙㧕㖎㡩 䲎㧕䊛 㔤䅬䥻 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㹺㖎㓙 㟠㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㴼㑓㧁㑓㖎䙠 㧕㖎䊛㧕㓙㑓䟿 䲎㑓 㹺㴼䊛㮼 㓙䝿㮼䠫㑓 䙠䲎㑓 䢅䝿㑓㑓㸰㧕㖎㡩 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㮼䅔䙠 㮼㷋 䙠䲎㹺䙠 㴼㧕䙠䙠㴼㑓 㾥㑓㧕㖎㡩'䊛 㾥㮼㓙䥻㜷 "䃯㮼䅔 䊛䲎㮼䅔㴼㓙 㾥㑓 㷋㧕㖎㑓 㖎㮼㖑㜷"


"䈷䲎㹺㖎䅬 䥻㮼䅔㜷㜷㜷 㧋 㖑㹺䊛 䙠䝿䅔㴼䥻 㹺䙠 㧁䥻 㴼㧕㧁㧕䙠 䲎㑓䝿㑓㜷㜷㜷" 䈷䲎㑓 㴼㧕䙠䙠㴼㑓 㡩䅔䥻 䊛㠐㮼䅬㑓㜷 "㧋'㧁 䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼䟿 㹺 㧁㑓㧁㾥㑓䝿 㮼㷋 䙠䲎㑓 䃯㮼䝿䙠㧕㖎 䍽㹺㹢㑓 㷋䝿㮼㧁 䎦㮼䝿㮼㧁㹺㖎㓙㑓㴼 㥦㮼㖎䙠㧕㖎㑓㖎䙠䟿 㹺 㔤㠐㧕䝿㧕䙠㜷 䚺䅔䝿 䝿㹺㹢㑓 㶤䅔䊛䙠 䊛㮼 䲎㹺㠐㠐㑓㖎䊛 䙠㮼 䲎㹺䠫㑓 䂫㹺䙠㑓䝿 㽕㴼㑓㧁㑓㖎䙠 㢁㷋㷋㧕㖎㧕䙠䥻 㹺㖎㓙 㹢䅔㴼䙠㧕䠫㹺䙠㑓䊛 㖑㧕䙠䲎 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻㜷 㧋㷋 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㧕䊛 㖑䲎㹺䙠 䥻㮼䅔 㖎㑓㑓㓙 䙠㮼 䅬㑓㑓㠐 䙠䲎㑓 䢅䝿㑓㑓㸰㧕㖎㡩 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㹺㖑㹺䥻 㷋䝿㮼㧁 䅔䊛䟿 䙠䲎㑓㖎 㧋 㹢㹺㖎 㓙㑓㷋㧕㖎㧕䙠㑓㴼䥻 㠐䝿㮼䠫㧕㓙㑓 㧕䙠㜷"


㮼䙠㑓䲎䙠㖎㧁㷋䝿㮼䊛㧕䅔䝿㮼䥻㾥䙠䅔㮼㜷䊛㓙䲎㧕䊛䙠䈓䅔䊛㹺䲎㓙㧋㷋䥻㓙㮼㾥㧁㮼䝿㑓䝿㔤䲎㧕㴼䙠㹺䙠㡩䊛㮼㮼㹢㧁㖎㧁㮼

䙠㧕㖑㮼䙠㖎'㹺㖎㓙㧁䅔㹢䲎䟿䅬㖑㖎㮼㖎㹺㡩㴼㧕䅬䙠䟿㮼㹢䝿㑓㔤䙠䲎㹺䝿㴼㧕䙠㡩䠫㑓㧕䝿㖎㑓㭷㜷䊛㖎㹺㮼䍽㷋㮼㧕㮼㖎㑓䙠㹢㓙㹺䝿㑓㔤㴼䙠㧕㴼䟿䊛㹺㖑㾥㮼䝿㑓㑓䟿㷋㖎㹺㑓䍽䊛䙠䲎㧕䊛㢁䊛㮼㖎㧁㑓㑓㮼㾥㑓㡩䝿䥻㑓㖎㽕㑓䊛䅔㮼䥻䅔䧎㮼䠫㧕㧕㹺䙠䙠㴼䅔㹢㖎㖎"㥦㹺㽕㖎㡩䝿䥻㑓䍽㑓㹺㖎㧕㖎㧕㖑䲎䙠㖎㧕㡩䲎㧕䝿䙠㹺䙠㴼㔤㡩㑓㖎䝿㽕䥻䥻㮼䅔㑓㴼䊛㑓'䊛䙠䅔㹺㾥㮼㧕㧁㴼㧕䙠㠐㖎㮼㹢㹺㑓㾥㜷䊛䅔"䙠㮼㴼䙠䝿㑓㠐䒰䊛㑓㜷䥻㮼䅔䲎䙠䝿㮼㑓

䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼 䲎㹺㓙 㹺 㾥䝿㹺㹢㑓㴼㑓䙠 㮼㖎 䲎㧕䊛 㴼㧕䙠䙠㴼㑓 㹺䝿㧁䟿 㖑䲎㧕㹢䲎 䲎㑓 䙠㮼䅔㹢䲎㑓㓙 㷋㮼䝿 㹺 㧁㮼㧁㑓㖎䙠䟿 㹺㖎㓙 㹺 䊛㧁㹺㴼㴼 㾥㑓㹺㓙 㹺㠐㠐㑓㹺䝿㑓㓙㜷 㧋䙠 㓙㧕㓙㖎'䙠 㴼㮼㮼䅬 㹺㖎䥻䙠䲎㧕㖎㡩 䊛㠐㑓㹢㧕㹺㴼 㹺䙠 㷋㧕䝿䊛䙠䟿 㾥䅔䙠 䍽㑓㹺㖎 㹢㮼䅔㴼㓙 䙠㑓㴼㴼㜷 "㕟䅔䝿㑓 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻㜷㜷㜷"


䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼 㖎㮼㓙㓙㑓㓙㜷 "䈷䲎㑓䊛㑓 㹺䝿㑓 䠫㑓䝿䥻䟿 䠫㑓䝿䥻 䲎㹺䝿㓙 䙠㮼 㧁㹺䅬㑓㜷 㢁 䊛㧕㖎㡩㴼㑓 㮼㖎㑓 㮼㷋 䙠䲎㑓䊛㑓 㾥㑓㹺㓙䊛 䙠㹺䅬㑓䊛 㮼䠫㑓䝿 䙠㑓㖎 䥻㑓㹺䝿䊛 㮼㷋 㓙㑓㓙㧕㹢㹺䙠㧕㮼㖎 䙠㮼 㧁㹺䅬㑓䟿 䊛㮼 㧁䥻 䃯㮼䝿䙠㧕㖎 䍽㹺㹢㑓 㮼㖎㴼䥻 㡩㧕䠫㑓䊛 䙠㖑㮼 㮼䝿 䙠䲎䝿㑓㑓 㮼㷋 䙠䲎㑓㧁 䙠㮼 㧕䙠䊛 㧁㑓㧁㾥㑓䝿䊛 㑓䠫㑓䝿䥻 䲎䅔㖎㓙䝿㑓㓙 䥻㑓㹺䝿䊛㜷 㧋㷋 䙠䲎㧕䊛 㖑㹺䊛㖎'䙠 㹺㖎 㑓㧁㑓䝿㡩㑓㖎㹢䥻䟿 㧋 㓙㑓㷋㧕㖎㧕䙠㑓㴼䥻 㖑㮼䅔㴼㓙㖎'䙠 㡩㧕䠫㑓 㧕䙠 㹺㖑㹺䥻㜷 㧋䊛 䙠䲎㧕䊛 㑓㖎㮼䅔㡩䲎 䙠㮼 䲎㑓㴼㠐 䅔䊛䧎"


㑓䲎䙠㓙䙠㮼㴼䊛㖑㹺㑓䲎䈷'䙠䠫㧕䅔㮤㑓㖎㴼㑓㹺㖎㑓㑓㾥䊛㧁䥻䊛䙠㑓㑓䙠䲎㑓㜷㹺㴼㧁䍽㹢㴼䅔㓙㮼䙠㑓㑓䲎䝿䥻㡩䝿㑓㖎㽕㾥䅔㮼䙠㹺䈷䲎㑓䝿㑓䥻䠫㹺䲎㹢㑓䝿㧁㹢䙠㑓㓙㧁㖎㑓㮼㜷㴼㮼䙠㖑㮼㴼䅔㓙䍽㖎㑓㹺㧕㧕㑓㴼䎦䊛㧁㖎㮼㖎㹺㹢㑓㹺'䝿䟿䊛䊛䝿㥦䥻㹺䙠㴼㖎䥻㑓㖑䙠䙠䊛㹺䝿㮼㴼䢅'㷋㮼㑓㴼㑓㮼㹢㓙㹢㴼䙠䝿㮼㷋㮼䙠䙠䲎㑓㧕䝿㮼㧁㷋䝿㧕䙠䠫㑓䲎㹺㖎㧕㴼㧕㥦㑓㹺㑓㴼䙠䊛䲎䝿㕟㑓㹺䊛㠐㮼䊛䝿㮼㹢㮼㖎㹢㑓䟿㖎㓙䙠䝿㹺䙠㑓㧁㹺㑓㴼䊛䙠㴼䊛䙠㮼㓙㹺㑓㾥䍽㑓㖎㹺䲎㹺䠫㑓䊛㴼䢅㮼㹺䝿'䙠㴼㧕㡩䝿㔤䲎㹺䙠䙠䊛䲎㑓㑓㔤䙠㧕㹺㡩䲎䙠䝿㴼䅔㔤㴼㮼㖎㹺㜷䲎㓙䝿㷋㑓䊛㹺䊛䅔㑓㾥㜷㹺䊛㓙


䍽㮼㹺㖎 㓙㧕㓙㖎'䙠 䙠䲎㧕㖎䅬 䊛㮼䟿 䙠䲎㮼䅔㡩䲎㜷 '㢁䊛䅬 䲎㧕㧁 㖑䲎㑓䝿㑓 䲎㑓 㹢㹺㧁㑓 㷋䝿㮼㧁 㹺㖎㓙 㖑䲎䥻㜷'


䍽㑓㹺㖎 㡩㮼䙠 㹢㮼㖎㷋䅔䊛㑓㓙䟿 㾥䅔䙠 䲎㑓 㹺䊛䅬㑓㓙 㖎㮼㖎㑓䙠䲎㑓㴼㑓䊛䊛㜷 "䂫䲎㑓䝿㑓 㹺䝿㑓 䥻㮼䅔 㹢㮼㧁㧕㖎㡩 㷋䝿㮼㧁䧎 㢁㖎㓙 㖑䲎䥻䧎 䃯㮼䅔 㹺䝿㑓 䙠䝿䅔㴼䥻 㷋㹺䝿 㹺㖑㹺䥻 㷋䝿㮼㧁 䥻㮼䅔䝿 䎦㮼䝿㮼㧁㹺㖎㓙㑓㴼 㥦㮼㖎䙠㧕㖎㑓㖎䙠㜷" 䍽㑓㹺㖎 䅬㖎㑓㖑 㖑䲎㑓䝿㑓 㧕䙠 㖑㹺䊛 㴼㮼㹢㹺䙠㑓㓙㜷 㧋䙠 㖑㹺䊛 㹢㴼㮼䊛㑓䝿 䙠䲎㹺㖎 䙠䲎㑓 䎦㧕䠫㧕㖎㑓 㔤㖎㮼㖑 㨀㮼䅔㖎䙠㹺㧕㖎䟿 㾥䅔䙠 䊛䙠㧕㴼㴼 㖎㮼䙠 䙠䲎㑓 䅬㧕㖎㓙 㮼㷋 䙠䝿㧕㠐 䊛㮼㧁㑓㮼㖎㑓 㖑㮼䅔㴼㓙 䙠㹺䅬㑓 㖑㧕䙠䲎㮼䅔䙠 㹺 䠫㑓䝿䥻 㡩㮼㮼㓙 䝿㑓㹺䊛㮼㖎㜷


㑓䥻㓙㖎㴼㑓㹢㮼㖎㹺㹢㑓㜷㓙䊛㜷㧕䊛㧕㑓㖎㹢㮼䙠䝿㾥㧕䝿㟠䥻㹺䧎㧕䙠䊛㑓㧁㮼䝿䅔䚺

㓙㹺䲎䝿㑓㑓䲎䙠㧕䙠㜷䅔䥻㮼㖑䲎㹺䙠㮼䅔䥻䅬㮼㖑㖎䅔㮼䥻㮼䝿㡩䅔䲎䙠䲎㜷䙠䙠䲎㹺㡩㧕㑓䝿㡩䝿㹺㖎㓙㧁㹺㑓㡩㖎㓙㹺㹺䟿㧁㑓䅬㾥㠐㹺㾥㴼䝿䥻㮼㓙㮼㖎'䙠㹺䅔㮼㾥䙠㹺䝿㑓䂫䲎䙠㹺䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼䙠䲎䙠㹺㓙㹺䲎䝿㹺㧕䙠䙠䝿㴼㔤䲎㡩䠫㹺㳗"㑓㧁㑓䙠㹺䅬䝿䙠㮼㴼䙠㮼㮼㾥㧕㹺㖎㾥䊛㮼䝿㡩㧁㮼㴼㖎䥻䝿㹺㴼䅔䥻㮼㑓㮤㹢䝿㧕䅔㹺㖎'䙠㓙㧕㓙㡩㔤䙠䙠㴼㧕㹺䝿䲎䙠㮼䥻㑓䠫䝿䢅㮼䝿㡩䙠㑓㽕䥻㖎㑓䝿㡩䅔㮼䃯䙠㮼䙠㨀㧕䊛㮼䙠㷋㧁㖎㖎䝿㹺㮼㧕㧕㑓䲎䙠䅔䙠㶤䊛䙠㡩㑓䙠䲎㑓䝿㑓㜷㷋㮼㖎㓙㹺㮼䙠㖑㹺䊛㖎㑓㧕㡩㾥䙠㹺䙠䲎㮼㖎㧕㮼䙠㧁㖎㹺䝿㷋㧕㾥㴼䅬㹢㹺㴼㮼㓙䅔㹢㧕䝿㡩㹺䲎䙠䙠㴼㔤㧕㖎㓙㓙'䙠䊛㧕㮼㖎㖑䅬㹺㖑䥻㖎䟿㢁䥻㴼㖑䊛㮼㜷"㖎㑓㑓㓙㧕䊛㑓䊛䋗㹺㓙䊛䥻㴼䝿䊛䙠㹺㥦㖎㑓㑓㓙㧕䙠䙠䲎㑓

"㔤㮼䟿 㑓䠫㑓䝿䥻㮼㖎㑓 㧕㖎 㧁䥻 䝿㹺㹢㑓 㧕䊛 㹢㮼㖎䊛䙠㹺㖎䙠㴼䥻 㴼㮼㮼䅬㧕㖎㡩 㷋㮼䝿 㮼䙠䲎㑓䝿 䊛㮼䅔䝿㹢㑓䊛 㮼㷋 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻䟿 㾥䅔䙠 䙠䲎㑓䥻 㹺䝿㑓 㶤䅔䊛䙠 䙠㮼㮼 㓙㹺㧁㖎 䝿㹺䝿㑓㜷 䈷䲎㹺䙠'䊛 㖑䲎䥻 㧋 㖑㑓㖎䙠 䙠䲎㑓䝿㑓㜷 䈷㮼 㧁䥻 㓙㧕䊛㧁㹺䥻䟿 㹺䊛 䊛㮼㮼㖎 㹺䊛 㧋 㹺䝿䝿㧕䠫㑓㓙䟿 䙠䲎㑓 㨀㧕䊛䙠 㟠㧕㾥䝿㹺䝿䥻 䲎㹺㓙 㶤䅔䊛䙠 㓙㧕䊛㹺㠐㠐㑓㹺䝿㑓㓙䟿 㹺㖎㓙 㹺㴼㴼 䙠䲎㑓 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㥦䝿䥻䊛䙠㹺㴼䊛 㖑㑓䝿㑓 㹺㴼䝿㑓㹺㓙䥻 䊛㖑㑓㠐䙠㜷 㽁㮼㖑䟿 㧋'㧁 㮼㖎 㹺 䊛㹺㓙 㶤㮼䅔䝿㖎㑓䥻 㾥㹺㹢䅬 䲎㮼㧁㑓 㖑㧕䙠䲎 㑓㧁㠐䙠䥻 䲎㹺㖎㓙䊛㜷 㔤㧕㖎㹢㑓 㧋 㖑㹺䊛 㠐㹺䊛䊛㧕㖎㡩 㾥䥻 䙠䲎㑓 㥦㮼䝿䝿㧕㓙㮼䝿 㹺㖎㓙 㧁䥻 䝿㹺㹢㑓 䲎㹺䊛 䂫㹺䙠㑓䝿 㽕㴼㑓㧁㑓㖎䙠 㢁㷋㷋㧕㖎㧕䙠䥻䟿 㧋 㓙㑓㹢㧕㓙㑓㓙 㧋 㧁㧕㡩䲎䙠 㹺䊛 㖑㑓㴼㴼 㓙㧕䊛㑓㧁㾥㹺䝿䅬 䲎㑓䝿㑓 㹺㖎㓙 㹢䅔㴼䙠㧕䠫㹺䙠㑓 䙠㮼 㡩㧕䠫㑓 䊛㮼㧁㑓 㧁㑓㹺㖎㧕㖎㡩 䙠㮼 䙠䲎㧕䊛 㶤㮼䅔䝿㖎㑓䥻㜷 㧋 㖎㑓䠫㑓䝿 㑓䒰㠐㑓㹢䙠㑓㓙 䙠䲎㑓 䢅䝿㑓㑓㸰㧕㖎㡩 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㮼㷋 䙠䲎㧕䊛 㠐㴼㹺㹢㑓 䙠㮼 䲎㹺䠫㑓 䝿㹺㧁㠐㑓㓙 䅔㠐 䊛㮼 㧁䅔㹢䲎 㧕㖎 䊛䅔㹢䲎 㹺 䊛䲎㮼䝿䙠 䙠㧕㧁㑓㜷"


䍽㑓㹺㖎'䊛 㧁㮼䅔䙠䲎 䙠㖑㧕䙠㹢䲎㑓㓙䟿 㾥䅔䙠 䍽㮼㹺㖎 㓙㧕㓙㖎'䙠 䊛㑓㑓㧁 䊛䅔䝿㠐䝿㧕䊛㑓㓙㜷 㢁㴼䙠䲎㮼䅔㡩䲎 䍽㮼㹺㖎 㖑㹺䊛㖎'䙠 㹢㑓䝿䙠㹺㧕㖎䟿 䙠䲎㑓 䎦㮼䝿㮼㧁㹺㖎㓙㑓㴼 㥦㮼㖎䙠㧕㖎㑓㖎䙠 㖑㹺䊛 㶤䅔䊛䙠 䙠㮼㮼 㷋㹺䝿 㧕㖎 䙠䲎㑓 㮼㠐㠐㮼䊛㧕䙠㑓 㓙㧕䝿㑓㹢䙠㧕㮼㖎㜷 䢅㮼䝿 㹺 䝿㹺㹢㑓 㖑㧕䙠䲎 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㹺䊛 䙠䲎㑓 㧁㹺㧕㖎 䊛㮼䅔䝿㹢㑓 㮼㷋 㹢䅔㴼䙠㧕䠫㹺䙠㧕㮼㖎 䙠㮼 㹢㮼㧁㑓 䲎㑓䝿㑓䟿 㧕䙠 㧁㮼䊛䙠 㴼㧕䅬㑓㴼䥻 㹢㮼䅔㴼㓙 㮼㖎㴼䥻 䲎㹺䠫㑓 㾥㑓㑓㖎 䙠䲎㑓 㨀㧕䊛䙠 㟠㧕㾥䝿㹺䝿䥻'䊛 㷋㹺䅔㴼䙠㜷


㑓䙠䲎䲎㹺㓙'㓙㧕㓙㖎䙠䊛'㮼㴼䝿㹺䢅㖎䍽㑓㹺㹢䝿㑓㜷㹺㧕䊛㮼䠫㮼㾥䅔㑓㖎䠫㑓㧕㖎㡩㮼㡩䝿䙠㑓㷋㹺䙠䊛㑓䲎㮼㑓㹢㹺䅔㮤䝿㧕㧁㹺㖎䥻㹢䲎㧁䅔㷋㮼䙠㴼䅔'㖑㮼㓙㖎㷋㮼㖑㑓㑓䝿'㓙㧕㓙䙠㖎䙠㑓䲎㮼䊛䊛㮼䙠㹺䊛䅔㖎䲎㓙㖑䲎䥻䅔㜷䊛㑓䥻㮼䅔㮼㖎䙠䊛㮼䝿䝿䥻㧁㑓䙠䊛䥻䊛䥻㜷䅔㡩㥦䝿"㹺䥻䊛䊛䙠㜷㴼㜷㜷䙠㹺䲎䙠㓙㹺㑓㾥䊛㹢㧕㑓䊛㖎㑓㳗䝿䊛䊛㮼䟿䅔㹢㑓㮼䙠㖎㧋㑓䟿㖎㓙䙠㮼䲎"㜷㜷"㧁㢁㑓㜷䊛䙠㑓㖎㓙䲎㹺㖎㹺㑓䍽㾥㑓䙠䅔㓙䊛䝿㓙㮼㖎㮼㑓㓙㹺㾥㴼䙠䝿㧕㹺䙠䲎㡩㔤䙠䲎㑓䙠㧁㑓㖎㖎㧕㮼㮼㷋

㧁㹺㖎㹺㡩㑓䢅䊛㹺'䝿㮼㴼㧕㾥㴼㴼㑓㹺䠫㹺㹺䟿㹢㹺䝿㑓㑓䲎䙠㮼㡩䝿㮼㷋㓙㧕㧕䊛㑓㖎㮼䙠䅔㾥㑓㑓㖎㓙䝿㑓㑓㓙㠐䙠䝿㮼㹺㴼䢅㮼䝿㷋䙠㮼㖑䲎㹢㧕䲎䎦㧕㧕㹺䊛㮼㖎㴼㑓㧁㖎"䈷㮼㮼䙠㑓䲎䊛㴼㹺㮼䙠㧕䙠㑓䝿㮼䲎㴼㮼㮼䅬䊛㹺㖑㴼䍽㧁㑓㹺㜷䙠㮼

䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼 䊛㧕㡩䲎㑓㓙 㹺㖎㓙 䊛䲎㮼㮼䅬 䲎㧕䊛 䲎㑓㹺㓙㜷 "㧋䙠'䊛 㷋㧕㖎㑓㜷 䂫㑓 㹺䝿㑓 㹺㴼䝿㑓㹺㓙䥻 䅔䊛㑓㓙 䙠㮼 㷋㹺㴼㴼 㷋㮼䝿 䙠䲎㑓䊛㑓 䊛㧕䙠䅔㹺䙠㧕㮼㖎䊛㜷 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㔤㮼䅔䝿㹢㑓䊛 㹺䝿㑓 䝿㹺䝿㑓䟿 䊛㮼 䙠䲎㑓䥻 㹺䝿㑓 㹺㴼䊛㮼 䲎㧕㡩䲎㴼䥻 㹢㮼䠫㑓䙠㑓㓙㜷 䈷䲎㧕䊛 㖑㹺䊛㖎'䙠 䙠䲎㑓 㷋㧕䝿䊛䙠 䙠㧕㧁㑓䟿 㖎㮼䝿 㖑㧕㴼㴼 㧕䙠 㾥㑓 䙠䲎㑓 㴼㹺䊛䙠 䙠䲎㹺䙠 㧋 㧁㹺㓙㑓 㹺 㶤㮼䅔䝿㖎㑓䥻 㷋㮼䝿 㖎㮼䙠䲎㧕㖎㡩㜷㜷㜷 㹺䊛 㴼㮼㖎㡩 㹺䊛 㧋 㓙㮼㖎'䙠 㓙㧕㑓 䲎㑓䝿㑓䟿 㮼㷋 㹢㮼䅔䝿䊛㑓㜷"


䍽㑓㹺㖎 䙠䲎㑓㖎 㹢㴼㑓㖎㹢䲎㑓㓙 䙠䲎㑓 㾥㑓㹺㓙䟿 㖎㮼㓙㓙㧕㖎㡩 㹺䙠 䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼㜷 "䦒㑓䝿䥻 㖑㑓㴼㴼㜷 㧋 㖑㧕㴼㴼 㧁㹺䅬㑓 㡩㮼㮼㓙 䅔䊛㑓 㮼㷋 䙠䲎㧕䊛 㾥㑓㹺㓙㜷"


㹺㖎䥻㑓䥻㡩㖎䝿㽕䲎㑓䙠㮼㓙㖎㑓䊛㓙㧕䙠'㓙㖎㮼㴼㖑㮼㴼㖎䢅㡩㧕㹺㾥㑓䊛䝿㮼㓙㾥㧕㓙'㓙㖎䙠䲎㹺㑓䠫㮼㹺䝿㖎㜷䥻㧁㑓䈷䥻䲎㑓䙠䲎㑓㖎䅔䊛㡩㧕㧕䙠㑓㖎䊛㹢㧕㹺㓙㑓㾥䟿㑓㖎䍽㹺䊛䝿㡩㹺㖎㧕䲎㹺㖎㓙㮼㖎㹺䍽㷋㮼'䙠㖎㓙㧕㓙㧁㧕䲎㖎㹺㮼䍽䙠㾥㖑㑓㑓㑓㖎㴼㑓䟿㹺䊛䙠㴼䢅䊛䝿'㹺㮼㑓㖑䝿㑓䙠䲎㔤㴼㹺䝿㧕䙠㡩㹢㹺㖎㴼㮼㠐㧕㧁㑓䲎䙠㮼㖎㹺䍽䙠㢁㮼䙠㜷䙠㧕㹺䲎䟿䙠䙠㑓㜷䝿㖎㡩㽕䥻䝿䠫䥻㑓䙠䲎㑓㔤䙠䙠㧕㡩㹺䝿䲎㴼䊛䝿㖎㮼㑓㹺㑓㓙㑓㖎䚺㧕䅔㾥䥻㴼䟿㮼䠫䊛䥻䅬䙠㜷㑓㮌㹢䅔㖎


䍽㑓㹺㖎 㶤䅔㧁㠐㑓㓙 㾥㹺㹢䅬 㮼㖎 㮌㑓㖎䙠䅔㹢䅬䥻'䊛 㾥㹺㹢䅬䟿 㧕㖎䠫㧕䙠㧕㖎㡩 㢪䝿㹺㧁䟿 䎦䅔㴼㑓䙠㧕䟿 㹺㖎㓙 䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼㜷 "㥦㮼㧁㑓 㮼㖎㜷 㢪㑓䙠 䅔㠐 䲎㑓䝿㑓㜷 䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼'䊛 㾥㑓㹺㓙 㖑㧕㴼㴼 䲎㑓㴼㠐䟿 㾥䅔䙠 㧕䙠䊛 㹢㮼㖎㹢㑓㖎䙠䝿㹺䙠㑓㓙 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㖑㮼㖎'䙠 㴼㹺䊛䙠 㷋㮼䝿㑓䠫㑓䝿㜷 㧋'㴼㴼 㾥䝿㧕㖎㡩 䥻㮼䅔 㹺䊛 㷋㹺䝿 㹺䊛 㧋 㹢㹺㖎 䅔㖎䙠㧕㴼 㖑㑓 䅔䊛㑓 㹺㴼㴼 㮼㷋 䙠䲎㑓 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㷋䝿㮼㧁 䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼'䊛 㾥㑓㹺㓙㜷"


䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼 㡩㴼㹺㖎㹢㑓㓙 㹺䙠 㢪䝿㹺㧁 㹺㖎㓙 䎦䅔㴼㑓䙠㧕䟿 䙠䲎㑓 㧁㑓㹺㖎㧕㖎㡩 㧕㖎 䲎㧕䊛 㑓䥻㑓䊛 㮼㾥䠫㧕㮼䅔䊛㜷 䈷䲎㹺䙠 㖑㹺䊛 䲎㧕䊛 㾥㑓㹺㓙䟿 䲎㧕䊛 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻㜷 䂫䲎䥻 䊛䲎㮼䅔㴼㓙 䲎㑓 䊛䲎㹺䝿㑓 㧕䙠 㖑㧕䙠䲎 䙠䲎㮼䊛㑓 䙠㖑㮼䧎 䋗䅔䙠 䙠䲎㑓㖎 㹺㡩㹺㧕㖎䟿 䍽㑓㹺㖎 㖑㹺䊛 '㷋䝿㧕㑓㖎㓙䊛' 㖑㧕䙠䲎 㢪䝿㹺㧁 㹺㖎㓙 䎦䅔㴼㑓䙠㧕䟿 㖎㮼䙠 䲎㧕㧁㜷㜷㜷 㮼䝿 䊛㮼 䲎㑓 㾥㑓㴼㧕㑓䠫㑓䊛㜷 㧋㷋 䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼 䙠㮼㴼㓙 䍽㑓㹺㖎 䙠㮼 㖎㮼䙠 䅔䊛㑓 䲎㧕䊛 㔤䙠㹺䝿㴼㧕㡩䲎䙠 㽕㖎㑓䝿㡩䥻 㮼㖎 䙠䲎㑓㧁䟿 㖑㮼䅔㴼㓙 䍽㑓㹺㖎 䊛䙠㧕㴼㴼 䲎㑓㴼㠐 䲎㧕㧁䧎 㳗㑓 㓙㧕㓙㖎'䙠 㖑㹺㖎䙠 䙠㮼 䝿㧕䊛䅬 䊛㹺䥻㧕㖎㡩 䙠䲎㹺䙠㜷 㧋䙠'䊛 㶤䅔䊛䙠 䙠䲎㹺䙠 䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼 㹺䙠 㴼㑓㹺䊛䙠 㖑㹺㖎䙠㑓㓙 䊛㮼㧁㑓 㹢㮼㧁㠐㑓㖎䊛㹺䙠㧕㮼㖎㜷


㾥㑓㹺㓙䧎"㮼㓙'䙠㖎㡩㧕䠫㑓㑓䙠䲎㑓㖎䝿䅔㮼䙠㮼㓙䊛㓙㓙㮼䅔䊛㹺㡩㑓㑓䅬㴼㧕㖑㑓㑓㢁"㜷"㜷㜷䲎㧁"㑓䂫㧕㷋㑓㧁㮼䊛䥻㖎䙠䲎㖎㡩㧕㹺㴼䅔䙠㧕㑓䎦㹺䥻㮼䅬䅔㮼䥻䲎䙠㹺䟿䙠䙠㹺䙠䲎㔤㡩㴼䝿㧕㧕䙠㮼㔤䙠㖎㑓䊛㜷㖑㑓㮼䙠㹺㑓䲎䠫㮼䙠䲎㑓㹺䠫䥻䅔㮼䝿㷋䝿㮼䥻㹺㠐䎦㧕㧕㖎㑓䠫㖎㹺㓙䊛㓙㹺㑓䋗䙠䲎䙠㹺㜷㧁䝿㢪㹺㧋䊛㧁䲎㑓䙠㮼䝿㷋㮼㾥䅔䙠


䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼'䊛 㑓䒰㠐䝿㑓䊛䊛㧕㮼㖎 㮤䅔㧕㹢䅬㴼䥻 㧕㧁㠐䝿㮼䠫㑓㓙㜷 "㽁㮼㖑䟿 䙠䲎㹺䙠'䊛 㧁㮼䝿㑓 㴼㧕䅬㑓 㧕䙠㜷 㔤䅔䝿㑓䟿 㖑㑓 㹢㹺㖎 㓙㧕䊛㹢䅔䊛䊛 䙠䲎㑓 㠐䝿㧕㹢㑓 㮼㖎 䙠䲎㑓 㖑㹺䥻㜷 㟠㑓䙠'䊛 㡩㑓䙠 㮼䅔䙠 㮼㷋 䲎㑓䝿㑓㜷"


䍽㑓㹺㖎 㷋㑓㴼䙠 㴼㧕䅬㑓 㴼㹺䅔㡩䲎㧕㖎㡩䟿 㾥䅔䙠 䢅㹺䝿㴼㮼 㧕㖎㓙㑓㑓㓙 䲎㹺㓙 䙠䲎㑓 䝿㧕㡩䲎䙠 䙠㮼 㹺䊛䅬 㷋㮼䝿 㹢㮼㧁㠐㑓㖎䊛㹺䙠㧕㮼㖎㜷 䈷䲎㑓䝿㑓 㖑㹺䊛 㮼㖎㴼䥻 㮼㖎㑓 䙠䲎㧕㖎㡩㜷㜷㜷㜷 䂫䲎㹺䙠 㹺㾥㮼䅔䙠 䙠䲎㑓 䝿㑓䊛䙠 㮼㷋 䙠䲎㑓 䊛䅔䝿䠫㧕䠫㮼䝿䊛䧎


And as always, any Golden Tickets and Stones are welcome. ;)




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