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“ধanybaad, proyojon nei,” jing li apnar byabohare protyakhyan korlo.
“kintu ami dekhchi tumi onekkhon dhore opekkha korcho, sotti ki amar sahajjo lagbe na?”
song yunqi ekti ekti kore prolobhon dekhate laglo.
“jing li chhhatrir amar sathe eto sankoch korar proyojon nei. amra sobai chhhatro-chhhatri, eke-oporke sahajjo kora khub-i swabhavik byapar. emon ki — jing li chhhatri ki mone korchhen je ami apnake kono kkhoti korbo?”
song yunqi apnake khub niras bolechhe vhan korlo, “ami toh kebol jing li chhhatrir sahajjo-i korte cheyechhilam.”
jing li kotha shune birokto hoye bollo, “song chhhatrir sokarjonno apnake onek dhoryobad—”
ekdol manush hasi-thhotta korte korte waitang-er ekti khyato-nam hotel-e eshe pouchhlo. ekhuni bosei lin qihua dekhlo je zhang qingying-rao ei hotel-e khabar khachhen, eta thekei boja jay je ei hotel-ti besh jonopriyo.
rokto-pipasu shura bhoy peye yuddho-byuhher kendre obosthito divine archer-ke ebong tader tir-danir lal-rnge uriye dewa pither dike takiye thaklo, ebong ochena bhabe phire jawar chesta korlo.
dokaner shojja prithibir kono art exhibition-er moto, jekhane ekta ekta obhuto ebong bibhinno ronger pathor shajiye rakha chhoyeche.
dui jon-i bhabte parbe bortokaler shonghator shomoy kemon tension chhilo. yu fengqin chalijon chhape mathay niye shera folaphol aron korte perechhen,take osadharon bola chole.
“shobai uthe darao, manob jati eto ghor-samajik shikkhar niche thake na, mon shothik holei chole.” shomoy o akasher mohashokti ja kalarodhi-te bose chhilen, tini hatha hat guriye ekay-ekta shoto-koti manob-jati samrat-ke tulen, ebong tini purv-pithar pokh theke kotha bolte shuru korlen.
aath-ti tianhuang rajyer shakti-shali tapaswi-ra ekshathe akromon korlen, tader nirdisto dayitto niye, proteke tar shorbosho shokti diye, ek-ekti shakti-shali kushal-darsan shroto agun-er gigant-er dike nikhobhebe phele dilo, jar fole agun-er gigant-er hath-paye shuru holo, tar kachhe ar pichhone jawa chara kono upay chhilo na, kebol matro tar nijer dhrir aprotikhar khomota ebong sharirer uttapta agun diye se a-pratirodhi bhabe akromon shohe nileo, ar protighat korar kono khomota tar chhilo na.
lin fei-ke pashe bose thakte dekhe, tar chokhe agun jole uthlo, tobe lin fei-er khomota dekhe bujhte parlai je ekhon se ekjon sadharon manush, kothay se abar chole giye mrityuke amontron janabe.
“lin namok durotto-purno chhotolok, ebar jodi tumi eta noshto kore felo, tabe chole jowar jonno prostut thako!” liu ruoyin tar jama thik korte korte datar shathe chipe bollo.
shohorer bhetore pach-ti shakti-shali samrat-er bibhinno abosthay bishal shorir obosthan korchhe, akash-pithal chhue achhe, ekti akash o prithibi ke dhore rekhechhe, hazar-hazar adbhut drisyo ghire achhe, srishti-er shonghat shobdo korchhe, pahar uthchhe, anek gulo pathorer shobdo chhotachhe, dhusor hazar-hazar nodi shohorer upor bhaschhe, eta shakti-shali demon emperor-ra tader nijer shokti theke srishti kora akash o prithibir adbhut drisyo.
“tumi abal-tabal boleo na, amar ki mathar kharap je ami apnake fande phelbo?” liu chunshen ekbabe othothir korlo, jehetu kono cctv recording sakshi nei, se jodi nije na swikar kore, tabe lin feng tar kono kichhui korte parbe na.
nijer malike bikri kore dewa, eta sotti manush-er mon-er shitolota. tobe bhalo-i holo, eta tar jonno onekta shurjo kome gelo.
kono shorol praner bhab-o, rong-bironger ronge shajano proyojon hoy, lvqi toh red-sleeve beauty, se keno aro besi anondo ba boibhob chaibe na?
kono dur-er sthaner lin fei sheshe kebol ei kotha-ti shunte pelen, tarpor dekhlen kothay jeno koyekjon loker shonghat-er jaygay uttejonamoy alokchota jole uthlo, ebong tarpori du pokesher yuddho-kushal-er shonghat-er fole shrishti holo ekti bishal shobdo.
tokhon zhuge liang shojale samna korechilen, bolechilen ye su qin ebong zhang yi kebol matro rajyo rakhar koushol-i jane na, tar sathe tora-khango theke bhoy pay na, era manush-er modhye birob, ebong ekhoni je shob montri banche achhe tader shobai cao cao-ke bhoy peye atmashomorpon korar pokh-e kotha bolchhen, tora kemon kore su qin ebong zhang yi-ke hasi korar shohosh korchhis?
“yang shalang, tomar ei aushodh-er bori ki bhalo noy? tumi ki amar sathe moja korcho?” demon leader-ti oshonthushto hoye thoth phuliye bollo.
zhang jun jokhon theke dosh-dish-er mukhyo-sthan-er dayitto chhere dilen, tobuo xu shao'an-er shathe besh-i ekta jogajog chhilo na, tobuo xu shao'an grihita howar porei shonge shonge tar sahajjo korte asha, eta ekta oshadharon ashchorjo ebong bishmoyonor ghotona, eta-i to ekjon mahan nayok-er shwabhav.
“wang yuan raj-chikitsok-er bujhe nebar jonno dhonyobad, amra ekhoni rawana hoye jai.” song jiayao byasto hoye bollo, tar mone holo song jiarou nischoy-i ei koyek din biyog-pachhay ghurche, kebol matro raj-prosader bhetore beshi kore prakash korte parchhe na, noytho onnanno rani ba bibhinno rajar nari-ra bujhe felben, tarpor ja hobe ta song jiarou-er jonno khotikarok hobe.
“xu wanxing, tumi amader dosh-dish-er sobcheye buddhiman byakti, tahole tomar chinta-bhabna ami shuni.” feng changqing-er chokh du ti cholchol korche, tar kachhe geye mon diye shunte laglo.