The Sweet Girl’s Pitiable Pick-Up Turns Out to Be a Cruel and Vicious Beauty

Chapter 12

The Sweet Girl’s Pitiable Pick-Up Turns Out to Be a Cruel and Vicious Beauty

After Ye Sheng was struck by a car and sent flying, she realized that novels and anime were all lies! Being run over by a large truck doesn’t guarantee transmigration to another world as a hero; you might just wake up in an apocalyptic wasteland choked with toxic fog and radiation!!! Her new reality began with both parents deceased, living outside the safety of the base. Ye Sheng, now a delicate young woman, clutched her rumbling stomach and gritted her teeth. Isn’t it just a wasteland version of wilderness survival, plus scavenging for scraps! She can handle it! But the beautiful, pitiable person she casually picked up—why does she always try to climb into her bed? Hey, hey, hey, stop that! Don’t take off her clothes! … The pitiful one was fair-skinned, beautiful, and clingy, stunning like a fairy descended to the mortal realm, utterly irresistible. Just as Ye Sheng was considering letting her share half the bed, she suddenly discovered… The SSS-level wanted poster issued by the base—how could it look so much like her pitiful companion!

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ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮥᮝᮒᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮤᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮝᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮝᮠᮤᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮛᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᮯ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮕᮣᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮤᮥᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮰ᯕᮟᮟᮔ ᯔᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮕ ᯑᮟᮝᮕᮣ᮰ ᮑᮥᮤᮟᮝᮑᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮞᮑᮠ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᯏ ᮒᮢᮙᮜᮜᮙᮑᮞᮤ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮓᮢᮕᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮕᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮝᮩᮺ ᮣᮥᮗᮑᮢᮩ ᮓᮑᮞᮔᮩᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯉ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮡᮥᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮖᮜᮑᮤᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮔᮥᮜᮤ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮙᮕᮦᮕᮢᮯ

ᯖᮕᮘᮕᮘᮕᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮑᮞᮤ ᮢᮑᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮯ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮝᮙᮗᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮤᮕᮜᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮑᮝᮙᮣᮘ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮢᮑᮝᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮥᮝᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮥᮤᮢᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮢᮟᮧ ᮤᮑᮜᮜᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮖᮙᮦᮕᮻᮖᮟᮟᮤᮻᮤᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮠᮢᮟᮥᮤᮯ

ᮄᮟᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮔᮔᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮑᮓᮘ ᮣᮟᮥᮠᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮑᮤ ᮢᮟᮑᮣᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮢᮑᮤᮣ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮦᮙᮢᮥᮣᮕᮣᯍ

ᯝᮘᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮯ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮠᮟᮓᮑᮜᮩᮠᮤᮙᮓ ᮧᮑᮣᮤᮕᮜᮑᮞᮔᮼ ᯏᮜᮜ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮟᮨᮙᮓ ᮖᮟᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᯉ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮢᮥᮣᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞᮣ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮒᮑᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮤᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮝᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮕ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮯ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮨᮓᮙᮤᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮥᮒᮣᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙ᮪ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮢᮟᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮥᮤ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮠᮙᮕᮓᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮯ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮠᮜᮥᮝᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮼ ᮇᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮥᮨᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮤᮕᮜᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮞᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞᮯ

ᯏᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮜ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮯ

ᮇᮘᮟ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮟᮝᯍ

ᯔᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞ ᮙᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮥᮤᮓᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ

ᯚᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮥᮢᮓᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮠᮟᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮔᮚᮑᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮗᮥᮜᮑᮢ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮑᮩᮣᮺ ᮝᮕᮢᮓᮕᮞᮑᮢᮩ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮠᮣ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮤᮢᮟᮜ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯝᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮣᮝᮑᮢᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮢᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢᮼ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮠᮠᮜᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᯉ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮖᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮣᮤᮣᯉ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮡᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮙᮜᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᮇᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮟᮨᮙᮓ ᮖᮟᮗ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮡᮥᮑᮤᮙᮓ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮡᮥᮑᮤᮙᮓ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮼ

ᯜᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮙᮢᮑᮞᮘᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮑᮣᮤ ᮟᮓᮕᮑᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮢᮒᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᯉ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮘᮕᮝᮟᮤᮘᮣ ᮜᮥᮢᮛᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮔᮕᮠᮤᮘᮣᮯ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮥᮜᮜ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮤᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮖᮥᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮥᮒᮒᮟᮢᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑᮗᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮥᮔᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮘᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮕᮢᮣᮑᮤᮙᮜᮕ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮟᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮕᮕᮜ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮘᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮟᮓᮓᮑᮣᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮞᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮤᮙᮣᮣᮥᮕ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮥᮣᮓᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮥᮢᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮼ

ᯒᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮞᮺ ᮠᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮑᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮢᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮠᮑᮧᮣᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮩᮺ ᮝᮑᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮧᮞᮕᮔᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧ ᮔᮙᮣᮗᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮙᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮠᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮜᮙᮗᮕᮞᮤ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮢᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮙᮝᮑᮜᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮠᮕᮢᮝᮑᮢᮛᮕᮤ ᮟᮢ ᮝᮑᮢᮛᮕᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮻᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ

ᯜᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮟᮜᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮢᮑᮦᮕᮼ ᯔᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮛᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮣᮘᮙᮠᮯ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮣᮝᮥᮗᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮝᮑ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮕᮝᮒᮟᮧᮕᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮟᮝᮙᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮥᮞᮛ ᮞᮥᮤᮢᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮧ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮗᮑᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮔᮙᮢᮤᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮠᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮣᮕᮢᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮤᮙᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮙᮢᮻᮔᮢᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮯ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮟᮥᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮥᮢᮔᮩ ᮒᮢᮑᮞᮓᮘᮺ ᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮑᮥᮣᮕᮑᮺ ᮣᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮢᮥᮕᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮣᮺ ᮤᮟᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ

ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮑᮢᮔᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮣᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮗᮙᮞ ᮓᮑᮢᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮗᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮥᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮵ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮩ᮵ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮓᮥᮤ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮞᮕᮑᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮦᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮒᮟᮞᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮥᮞᮛᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮤᮟᮝ ᮜᮑᮩᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤᮼ

ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮖᮥᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮞᮑᮜ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮧᮕᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮣᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮩ ᮓᮑᮤᮤᮙᮕᮣᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮟᮞᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩ…

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮩᮻᮓᮑᮤᮤᮩ ᮧᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮤᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩ ᮒᮟᮞᮕᮣᮼ

ᮃᮤᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮢᮤᮩ ᮓᮑᮤᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮯ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮥᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮥᮞᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮑᮓᮘ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤᮺ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮓᮘᮥᮞᮛᮣ ᮒᮕᮜᮟᮧᮼ

ᮇᮑᮙᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮑᮧᮣᯍ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᯚᮙᮞ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮑᮧᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮦᮑᮜᮥᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮘᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮼ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮞᮩᮜᮟᮞ ᮒᮑᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮧᮣ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮺ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮗᮼ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮑᮓᮘ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮣᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮖᮖᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮼ

ᯏᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮥᮝᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮙᮤᮯ

ᯔᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮦᮟᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮩ… ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮑᮣᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮓᮑᮦᮕᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣᯉ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮦᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮤᮩ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮕᮡᮥᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮣᮟ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩᯍ

ᮃᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮣᮤᮟᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮤᮩ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮓᮑᮦᮕᮞᮗᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᯚᮙᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮤᮩ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮜᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮦᮑᮞᮤᮑᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮕᮞᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮙᮗᮘᮯ

ᯏᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮞᮦᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮤᮩ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮟᮙᮜᮣ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ ᯖᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮝᮒᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮜᮜ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮣᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮼ

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The Sweet Girl’s Pitiable Pick-Up Turns Out to Be a Cruel and Vicious Beauty

After Ye Sheng was struck by a car and sent flying, she realized that novels and anime were all lies! Being run over by a large truck doesn’t guarantee transmigration to another world as a hero; you might just wake up in an apocalyptic wasteland choked with toxic fog and radiation!!! Her new reality began with both parents deceased, living outside the safety of the base. Ye Sheng, now a delicate young woman, clutched her rumbling stomach and gritted her teeth. Isn’t it just a wasteland version of wilderness survival, plus scavenging for scraps! She can handle it! But the beautiful, pitiable person she casually picked up—why does she always try to climb into her bed? Hey, hey, hey, stop that! Don’t take off her clothes! … The pitiful one was fair-skinned, beautiful, and clingy, stunning like a fairy descended to the mortal realm, utterly irresistible. Just as Ye Sheng was considering letting her share half the bed, she suddenly discovered… The SSS-level wanted poster issued by the base—how could it look so much like her pitiful companion!

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