Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

He exaggerated.

I really can’t give you this.

Zhao Nianzhen pushed Zhao Chuanxin and said, "I knew it. I knew you were just bragging. Don't promise something you can't do..."

Zhao Chuanxin said helplessly: "Do you want money? Daddy will give you gold, as much as you want."

Zhao Nianzhen was hysterical: "What do I need gold for? What's the use of gold? Can gold buy back my mother? Can gold buy back my brother? Can gold buy back my aunt? Woo woo..."

Zhao Chuanxin wandered around the living room: "Eternal youth? Money? A man who is ten thousand times more handsome than your senior brother? There must be something else you want, right?"

Zhao Nianzhen ran back to her room and locked herself in.

Zhao Songzhen heard the noise and knocked on the door to persuade Zhao Nianzhen.

Zhao Nianzhen opened the door for her.

"Sister, don't blame Dad. Although I don't know what happened to him, he must have had a hard time these years."

"What suffering does he have? People call him a wizard, a god of war, a butcher. He only makes others suffer!"

"..." Zhao Songzhen actually found it difficult to refute: "Dad didn't have any scars on his body before. When wood pierces the flesh, it will heal immediately. But you can see that he has scars all over his body. He must have been seriously injured to leave those scary scars. And you can see that Dad is serious and silent now. He was not like this before. At that time, he told my aunt that he had been in a certain place for 67 years..."

Zhao Nianzhen snorted coldly, "You believed that lie he told to my aunt? He's only been gone for 21 years, how could it be 67 years? Can't you count if you lie to me?"

Zhao Songzhen said seriously: "As the saying goes - one day in heaven is one year on earth. Dad is an extraordinary person, so he naturally has extraordinary experiences."

Zhao Nianzhen stopped crying.

She was somewhat persuaded.

She said angrily, "He said he wanted to make it up to me. Well, I'll have to think about how to make him make it up to me."

……

Outside, Zhao Zhengze, his wife and children, Jiang Mingxin and Zhao Songzhen’s husband came back together.

"Dad, I sent all the guests away. Brother Defu wanted to come see you, but I didn't let him."

"Oh." Zhao Chuanxin said, "Come and sit down."

Then he held his eldest grandson in his arms.

Zhao Songzhen's husband is Xie Sinian, and he is very reserved when facing Zhao Chuanxin.

When he was a child, his elders always threatened him with Zhao Chuanxin's name: If you cry again, Zhao Chuanxin will punish you...

The key point is that even though Zhao Chuanxin has white hair on his temples and white beard, there are no wrinkles on his face.

too young.

"Dad." He called out awkwardly.

"Ah."

Zhao Chuanxin responded indifferently.

Zhao Zhengze’s wife is Xu Junyi, who is very beautiful and has a quiet temperament.

She also called out "Dad".

Zhao Chuanxin gave Zhao Yi a small hunting straight knife with a handle made of a fire demon horn.

Zhao Yi pulled the knife out of the sheath, revealing its sharp edge. The alloy blade looked extremely sharp.

Xu Junyi's expression changed: "Dad, he is too young to play this."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything, he just put the knife back into the sheath and let his grandson hold it.

Xu Junyi didn't dare to continue persuading.

He asked Xie Sinian: "Sinian, what do you do?"

"Dad, I'm the specially hired photographer for the Lugang Town Journal."

"Oh, not bad, not bad. I'll give you a camera later."

"Dad, I'm using the best Philips camera now, but thank you anyway."

Zhao Chuanxin saw his awkwardness and sneered, "Don't think that calling me dad is unfair to you. I'm at least 90 years old this year, if not 100. Why are you being so shy? I married my well-behaved daughter to you, and you're being so shy with us?"

It's fine if he doesn't get angry, but when he gets angry, the situation really changes.

This is probably what people often say - clouds follow the dragon and wind follows the tiger.

Everyone present had a fearful feeling as if their bloodline was being suppressed.

Zhao Chuanxin has killed countless people in both worlds and he really has murderous intent.

Besides, Philips? He still had shares in it, and they are all his children and grandchildren.

Then Zhao Xun came and said, "Master, you said dirty words. You are not allowed to be mean to my father."

The atmosphere cleared up and the sky became brighter.

The solemnity disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Chuanxin patted Zhao Xun's little head and said, "Okay, listen to my granddaughter."

Xie Sinian never dared to show the slightest disrespect again.

He had the illusion that he had been to the gates of hell.

No wonder my parents always used Zhao Chuanxin to scare people when I was a child.

It's fucking scary!

Xu Junyi no longer dared to say that Zhao Yi was not allowed to play with the knife.

She wants to live a few more years, as good days are yet to come.

Zhao Chuanxin took out two wooden boxes, one for Xu Junyi and one for Xie Sinian: "This is a meeting gift."

The two took it flattered but did not open it.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhao Zhengze: "What have you been doing these years?"

Zhao Zhengze was not so afraid of his father. After all, he was his father and even a tiger would not eat its own cubs.

"Business."

"Profit or loss?"

Zhao Zhengze was ashamed: "It's a small profit. The Japanese invaders came recently and I donated a lot of money to buy airplanes. It cost a lot of money. At least I have enough food and clothing."

His sister Zhao Lingjun was hated by everyone, but she had a very high reputation among the people and was regarded as a hero. What happened was that Zhao Lingjun was incredibly smart and had several degrees.

His father, Zhao Chuanxin, was a big shot on Wall Street and was also known as the God of War. He was truly a man of both civil and military talents.

When it comes to him, he seems unknown.

So he felt ashamed and felt that he had brought disgrace to his family.

Xu Junyi suddenly said, "Dad, the Japanese sent someone to assassinate Brother Ze because he donated money to the war."

There was no expression on Zhao Chuanxin's face.

After all, he had given Zhao Zhengze a trump card.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhengze said, "It's okay, Dad. I blocked the bullet."

The father and son naturally understood what was going on.

Everyone thought that Zhao Chuanxin was biased and only taught Zhao Lingjun various magic spells.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin taught Zhao Zhengze how to steal the secrets of heaven.

With the Golden Bell Cover protecting him, unless you focus machine gun fire on him, it won't be a big deal if you just shoot him from behind.

Zhao Chuanxin talked to them for a while before letting them go.

He coaxed his grandchildren to sleep, and Zhao Chuanxin went out and went to the teleportation array.

The teleportation array was heavily guarded. Zhao Chuanxin wanted to go in, but no one in the current insurance team recognized him, and the guards would not let him in.

Zhao Chuanxin did not introduce himself. He turned around and took three steps back. Suddenly he looked back and disappeared in front of the guards in a flash.

Several guards blinked: "Are you dazzled?"

"Am I dazzled too?"

The teleportation array is of great importance, so they have to take it seriously.

First check to see if the teleportation array is OK, then report to Zhao Defu.

Zhao Defu just smiled after hearing this and said, "It's okay. If that person comes again in the future, just let him go."

Zhao Chuanxin came to Peace College.

The laboratory is brightly lit.

There are armed guards outside the door.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the door and walked in.

"Benjamin!"

Benjamin Goldberg, who was fiddling with something, froze.

Then continue with the task at hand.

He thought he was hallucinating.

"I'm calling you."

Benjamin Goldberg turned around suddenly: "Master, Master... am I dreaming?"

He burst into tears.

Benjamin Goldberg has not changed much from the past, except for the thick beard.

He is 1.9 meters tall, taller than Zhao Chuanxin, and strong.

"You're not dreaming. I've been back for a few days. I heard you were tinkering with some biological intelligent computer. Did you succeed?"

Benjamin Goldberg had sharp eyes, sharp ears, and a clear mind, and he soon realized that he was not dreaming.

He happily pulled Zhao Chuanxin out and said, "Master, I'll take you to see the research results. I was thinking of asking the intelligent computer to bring you back, but I didn't expect you to come back by yourself."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly.

Even Xingyue can’t do anything about it, how can your intelligent computer be more powerful than Xingyue?

Benjamin Goldberg took Zhao Chuanxin to Binxu Road and arrived at the virtual realm.

The virtual world has changed a lot now.

There are towering rock buildings here, and it goes without saying that this is all thanks to the mud trowel and gloves.

Benjamin Goldberg took Zhao Chuanxin to one of them.

There is no wrong version in the 6 book forum!

There's this thing that looks like a big ass monitor here, and Benjamin Goldberg yells, "Liu Ai."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned with joy.

It turns out that he had such an unmasculine name.

The display screen lit up, displaying Chinese characters: I'm here.

"Liu Ai, tell me, what abilities do you have?"

The screen displays: I can play building block games, calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and tell time.

Benjamin Goldberg said excitedly: "Master, look, am I awesome?"

"Ah this..."

In fact, it’s already very impressive.

Although it cannot compare to the artificial intelligence of later generations, it is much more powerful than the computers in the next few decades.

At least this thing can ask and answer questions, which makes it a product that transcends time.

"Master, don't underestimate it. Liu Ai has his own logic. The difficulty now is to instill knowledge in it and let it understand right and wrong. Many things need to be explored and experimented little by little."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt empty inside.

He thought of the stars and the moon.

Xingyue is actually also his child.

Thinking of the children, Zhao Chuanxin asked Benjamin: "Where is the dry food?"

"It's in the Flying Restaurant in the Sky. It's old and can't walk anymore. No matter how many supplements I give it, it doesn't work."

The black hole in Zhao Chuanxin's heart showed signs of spreading.

He pursed his lips and took out the reading device Xingyue gave him: "There are two worlds in it. If you find a way to connect Liu Ai, maybe you don't have to worry about instilling knowledge into it."

Xingyue has knowledge of two worlds, doesn’t that mean it contains two worlds?

Then, Zhao Chuanxin left the secret realm in a bored manner, leaving Benjamin Goldberg alone to study with great interest.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the flying restaurant.

Guotie'er and Dunzi both became wealthy old men. They were holding fly swatters and swatting flies out of boredom.

Ganfan suddenly looked up and out the window.

It became excited, struggled to get up, and used its body to push the door open to get out.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his eyes and sat on the grass waiting for it to come over.

The dog's eyes were filled with tears while he was eating, and his tail was wagging slowly.

Its puppet arm wrote on the paper: Why did you come back just now? If I hadn't been waiting for you, I would have died long ago.

Zhao Chuanxin burst into tears.

These days, he shed the tears of a lifetime.

Rewinding back decades, it would have been wishful thinking to expect him to shed a tear.

The disappearance of people and things around a person will also tear apart pieces of his soul.

Zhao Chuanxin hugged Ganfan's neck tightly and asked, "Do you want to live for a few more decades?"

Gan Fan said happily: "Woof woof woof..."

"Okay, as long as you still want to live, I promise that I will let you live even if you only have a head left."

Zhao Chuanxin was also very happy.

The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Guotie'er and Dunzi looked incredulous: "Shopkeeper?"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and hugged the two old men: "It seems that you have been quite comfortable these years."

They both cried and laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin had a few drinks and a meal with Guotie'er, Dunzi and Nikola Tesla.

Nikola Tesla was frighteningly thin. He said, "Zhao, it's great that you're back. Aren't you interested in aliens? I'm inventing a machine to communicate with aliens."

To be honest, Zhao Chuanxin felt that Nikola Tesla was like an alien at this time.

He was skinny, with a pointed chin and big eyes.

"Really? Are you short of research funds?" Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe that he could communicate with any aliens, but he was willing to spend money to let Nikola Tesla squander the last few years of his life.

"We are short of money, because Zhao Lingjun spent all the money on the war. I also heard that the Japanese are very evil and do all kinds of evil. This money should be used for resistance first. But now that you are back, I think you will not be short of my research funds..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and said, "Old friend, you can spend money however you want from now on. We have plenty of gold. You can even build a spaceship if you want."

The old kid Nikola Tesla's eyes were bright: "Really, Zhao, you can't break your promise."

Zhao Chuanxin choked up and said, "Of course. I'll give you a nugget of gold right now."

Zhao Chuanxin threw a piece of gold on the table.

This "dog-head gold" doesn't look like a dog's head at all. It is in the shape of strips, twisted into a ball, and shiny.

"Huh?" Nikola Tesla touched the gold and said, "I think this is a stair railing twisted into shape?"

"It's a nugget of gold. This piece of gold is enough for you to research and develop for a long time."

Guotie'er and Dunzi looked at him enviously: "Boss, give me one piece too."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and took a sip of wine: "Tell me, what shape of gold do you two want?"

Guotie'er shouted, "Boss, I want a golden Buddha."

Dunzi scratched his head and said, "Boss, I want a golden unicorn."

It seems as if we have returned to decades ago, when a group of people were drinking and dancing with swords and sticks in the sky.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table and said, "Okay!"

He took out two pieces of flattened gold, shaped them with solid runes, and soon a golden Buddha took shape.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed it to Guotieer.

Guotieer took a bite of the base and exclaimed in delight, "Gold! This is real gold!"

Zhao Chuanxin also planted a golden unicorn for Dunzi.

Dunzi also took a bite: "Yeah, it's real, heavy, and substantial!"

"I'll switch with you."

"You think beautifully."

"Wang Wang Wang..."

The empty and dilapidated Flying in the Sky restaurant is filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The worn-out words engraved on the counter, "The naughty shopkeeper can't get drunk, and flies in the sky every day," seem to have traveled through time and space and become shiny again.

Happy times are always cramped and tight.

When Zhao Chuanxin was eager to grasp the tail of the old times, there were always some people and things that deprived him of even this pitiful thought.

After many years, his mobile phone rang again.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the grass outside the restaurant, watching the marmots playing and fighting side by side with Ganfan.

He picked up the phone: "Who?"

"Uncle, it's me, Defu."

"What's the matter, kid?"

"Uncle, I don't want to bother you. But it's urgent. The devils are forcing us to adopt the Three Alls Policy and use biological and chemical weapons. Mr. Wang is actively cooperating with the devils in Nanjing. Hebei is in urgent need and has sent a letter asking for help, but we dare not split our forces. If we do, the devils here will launch an attack..."

The smile on Zhao Chuanxin's face gradually faded.

He held the phone between his ears and shoulders, and with his free hand he pulled out a bottle and stuffed it into Ganfan's mouth, letting him drink it.

He said to Defu, "Okay, since they are tired of living, I will help them."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Zhao Defu was in Lugang Town, still holding his mobile phone in confusion.

Uncle, what does this mean?

There are tens of millions of Japanese soldiers. Could he possibly want to go to the battlefield himself? Could he kill them all?