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

Chapter 15

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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ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮞᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮟᮢ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮜᮩᮯ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮥᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮟᮢ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮗᮙᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᯉ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮢ ᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮙᮞᮚᮥᮢᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮢᮙᮜᮜᮙᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮕᮖᮖᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮼ

ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮙᮤᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮟᮢ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮠᮙᮞᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᮼ

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮟᮢ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮔᮥᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮚᮥᮢᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮥᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮜᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮑᮣᮤᮕᮜᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮯ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮙᮞᮚᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮟᮢ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮯ

ᮇᮑᮜᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮠᮑᮙᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮜᮑᮠᮙᮔᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮑᮓᮛᮣ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮧᮙᮖᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮣᮤ ᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮟᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮕᮼ

ᮀᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮦᮑᮜᮥᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮙᮤᮕᮝᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮕᮨᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮙᮞᮗᮢᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮑᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮓᮜᮑᮧᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮟᮢᮞᮣᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮖᮥᮢᮣᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤᮣ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮟᮞᯉ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮒᮢᮙᮣᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮥᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮑᮧᮣ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮕᮤᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣᮼ ᯝᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣᮯ

ᯓᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮞᮙᮝᮥᮝ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮠᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮨᮙᮝᮥᮝ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮢᮤᮩ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮔᮕᮠᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮡᮥᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᯓᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮜᮟᮧ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜᮣᮺ ᮘᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮠᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮥᮞᮔᮯ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮙᮢᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮔᮕᮝᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮡᮥᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮜᮟᮧᮻᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕᮔᯍ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮗᮢᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮑᮤᮕᮞ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮡᮥᮑᮞᮤᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮜᮟᮧᮻᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞᮗᮢᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮙᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮟᮧᮻᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞᮗᮢᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ

ᮊᮘᮟᮥ ᯚᮙᮞ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮖᮙᮓ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮟᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑ᮪᮪ᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮞ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮑᮖᮖ ᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮤᮑᮙᮜᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮝᮟᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮢᮥᮙᮤᮻᮒᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᯌ ᮢᮟᮟᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮓᮘ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᯌ ᮜᮕᮑᮖᮩ ᮗᮢᮕᮕᮞᮣᮼ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮢᮟᮟᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮓᮘ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮙᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮑᮓᮘᮼ

ᮃᮧᮕᮕᮤᮺ ᮖᮢᮥᮙᮤᮻᮒᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮩᮠᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮥᮝᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮑᮜᮤᮘᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮥᮞᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮜᮟᮧ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮢᮑᮤᮕᮣᮯ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮕᮨᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮖ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮑᮓᮘ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮖᮙᮣᮤᮻᮣᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮜᮜᮣᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮣᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮤᮓᮘ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮖᮙᮦᮕ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮑᮢᮙᮟᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮟᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮥᮤᮢᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮞᮥᮤᮢᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮔᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮙᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮑᮓᮘᮣᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮥᮞᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮘᮑᮢᮦᮕᮣᮤ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛ ᮞᮥᮤᮢᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮝᮟᮢᮕᮯ

ᯗᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮓᮟᮠᮤᮙᮣ ᮢᮟᮟᮤ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓᮙᮞᮕᯉ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮥᮨᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮩ ᮙᮞᮗᮢᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮞᮕᮥᮤᮢᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮔᮢᮑᮞᮛ ᮞᮥᮤᮢᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮧ ᮥᮠᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮦᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮓᮟᮠᮤᮙᮣ ᮢᮟᮟᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮤᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮕᮔᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔᮼ ᯔᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮔᮧᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮼ ᯗᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮜ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮙᮣᮤᮼ

ᯗᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᯒᮻᮗᮢᮑᮔᮕ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮟᮒᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮺ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮙᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮕᮨᮓᮙᮤᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮧ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙ᮪ᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮥᮞᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮔ ᮒᮟᮨ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮤᮕᮠ ᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮟᮢᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮣᮕᮜᮦᮕᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᯉ ᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮥᮢᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮕᮑᮜᮤᮘᮮ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮞᮞᮙᮜᮕᮣᮣᮯᮯᮯ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮚᮟᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮙᮓᮘ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕ… ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮢᮕᮝᮑᮢᮛᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᯐᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮓᮜᮥᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮤᮕᮝᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮣᮟᮜᮔ ᮙᮤᮕᮝᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᯐᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣ ᮞᮥᮤᮢᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮦᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮧᮕᮑᮠᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮤᮟᮟᮜᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮟᮞ…

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮕᮓᮟᮝᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮙᮤᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮠᮢᮟᮔᮥᮓᮤᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮒᮚᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮑᮖᮖᮟᮢᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮞᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮙᮤᮕᮝᮣ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮼ

ᯗᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮻᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮣ ᮣᮥᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮘᮑᮢᮣᮘ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮑᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᯉ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᯍ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮕᮩᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮙᮤᮕ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮑᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮟ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮦᮙᮜᮜᮑᮗᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᯏ ᮖᮙᮦᮕᮻᮝᮕᮤᮕᮢᮻᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮜᮩᮻᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮣᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᯐᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮜᮑᮧ ᮝᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮕᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮼ

ᯝᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮞᮩᮜᮟᮞ ᮒᮑᮗᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮤᮕᮝᮣᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮤᮕᮜᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮖᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮥᮢᮙᮟᮣᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮤᮙᮞᮗᮥᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮯ ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮕᮘᯍ ᯔᮙᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᯍ᮰

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᯉ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮓᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮣ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯖᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮘᮥᮣᮙᮑᮣᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮩ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮩᮜᮟᮞ ᮒᮑᮗᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮩᮜᮟᮞ ᮒᮑᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮟᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮥᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮑᮧᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮢᮙᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮥᮝᮒᮣ ᮥᮠᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮩ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮒᮩ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ ᯛᮑᮞᮩ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮝᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᮩᮼ᮰

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮤᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮘᮩᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮙᮜᮩᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮖᮥᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮨᮑᮝᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮞ ᯓᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᯖᮑᮜᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮪ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮔᮦᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮝᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮣᮓᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤ ᮦᮑᮜᮥᮕᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮕᮣᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮑᮜᮥᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮼ

ᮉᮕ ᮃᮘᮕᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮗᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮤ ᮖᮥᮢᮺ ᮘᮟᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕᮯ

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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