Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Ganfan is old, he won't let it run around in the middle of the night.

Xia Er hesitated for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Sir, I wrote many letters to Zhao Nianzhen, but she didn't reply to any of them."

The mailing address Zhao Chuanxin gave him was actually Gail Russell's apartment address in Hollywood, and the letters were kept with Gail Russell.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, kid, this is called - true love is silent."

Charles: “…”

Before he could continue speaking, Zhao Chuanxin waded into the snow.

When people around saw this, they started talking about it.

"This Li Si is very courageous."

"It's better to work in groups of several people. We are here to save people and we can't lose anyone else."

Among the rescued was a girl named Ava Russell.

Not long ago, she met Zhao Chuanxin while camping with a group of idle young people near Lake Lowell.

That time she was wearing a pair of thin jeans that were tight around her butt, and she looked very proud of it.

This time, she was wearing something very thick.

She discovered that Zhao Chuanxin was the man who beat people and played the guitar that day, but she remained calm.

A group of people shouted the missing person's name and slowly rushed into the woods.

Zhao Chuanxin left everyone's sight, and activated his reaction force and divine movement to shuttle through the forest, using the Jinhua technique to search an area covering a 2-kilometer diameter.

It wasn't long before he found the missing person, Jerry Jewell.

There was blood all around, and a brown bear was gnawing at Jerry Jewell's calves and thighs.

Jerry Jewell's body activated its self-protection mechanism, and he fell into coma, perhaps out of fear or pain. However, his body twitched from time to time, letting Zhao Chuanxin know that he was not dead yet.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the tree trunk with his feet and flew towards there.

"You beast, why don't you let go?"

The brown bear turned around and looked at Zhao Chuanxin with a grunt.

"Roar……"

boom.

A shot blew out its eyeball.

"You scream you're paralyzed!"

boom.

The second shot blew out its other eye.

The brown bear wasn't dead yet, and it screamed in pain, "Roar..."

boom.

Centered between eyebrows.

"Still barking?"

The brown bear died aggrieved.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over, took out a bandage, tightened it around Jerry Jewell's wound to stop the bleeding, and wiped iodine on the edge of the wound to disinfect it.

He sprinkled a secret disinfectant on the wound, then carried Jerry Jewell on his shoulder, picked up the shotgun on the ground and walked back.

"Li Si, where are you?"

The people outside heard the brown bear's roar and gunshots and shouted anxiously.

Zhao Chuanxin fired a shot into the air.

Soon, people came running over with oil lamps and torches.

"Jerry, Jerry, what's wrong with him?"

"If he gets bitten by a brown bear, I'm afraid he'll have to have his limbs amputated. Let's take him back first."

"Where's the brown bear?"

"died."

"..."

A group of people hurried back with the injured.

Xia Er handed the reins to Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, you are truly amazing."

Zhao Chuanxin handed the gun to Charles again: "This gun belongs to Jerry, you should return it to his family. There is also a mother and a baby bear nearby. Have someone kill these bears tomorrow. After all, the whole family needs to be together."

Charles: “…”

Ava Russell came with the large group. After hearing what Zhao Chuanxin said, she couldn't help but ask, "Sir, the little bear didn't hurt anyone, why did you kill it?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette, mounted his horse, and squinted at her: "Okay, then wait until it hurts someone before killing it."

Ava Russell: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't give others a chance to ask questions and went straight home.

He got into bed, and Gail Russell asked dazedly, "What happened?"

"The man who stole the cassock was beaten to death. It's okay. Go to sleep."

It's time for Gail Russell to return to Los Angeles, as the crew urges her to go back to filming.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin got up early and drove Gail Russell to the train station.

The car was borrowed from her friend in Boise. The two returned the car first, and Zhao Chuanxin went to the train station with her.

Gail Russell hugged his neck and said with a smile: "Next time I can come back by plane. Buy a car and pick me up when the time comes. I can give you the money to buy a car."

Zhao Chuanxin patted her butt, smiled and said nothing.

Gail Russell tilted his neck and closed his eyes, waiting for something.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin said, "You are like a snake, tilting your neck and spitting out your tongue?"

Gail Russell opened his eyes in frustration: "..."

Gail Russell is gone.

When Zhao Chuanxin returned home, the mayor, police and a group of young people from the Jewell family and Home Town were waiting outside his house, eating and accompanying him.

They came specially to thank Zhao Chuanxin.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin coming back, everyone spoke:

"Good job, man."

"Well done."

"Even though we haven't met much, I know you can do it!"

Ava Russell is among them.

Zhao Chuanxin invited them into the house.

"After all, you've been here for so long, but this is the first time you've invited us into your home."

"Li Si, you are too low-key. You should spend more time with your neighbors."

Zhao Chuanxin's act of saving people made him famous throughout the town of Holm.

The victim, Jerry Jewell, was being chased by a brown bear and in panic he fired three shots but didn't even hit the bear.

Zhao Chuanxin fired three shots, two into the eyes and one between the eyebrows.

The brown bear died about three times.

This means that even if three brown bears besieged him, he would be able to fight back with ease.

Li Si is a real man, a tough guy.

People in the western region admire the strong, so they value this.

Only after we visited his home did we know what he did.

Here, the area is vast and the population is sparse, which makes people feel insecure. It's almost as if everyone has a knife.

Everyone was tempted by the items on display in the showcase, but changed their minds after looking at the prices.

Stop joking. How much money can you make by scraping food from the soil for a small family?

Everyone was amazed at how big Zhao Chuanxin's business was.

Ava Russell lingered beside Zhao Nianzhen's jewelry box, staring at her.

Zhao Chuanxin saw their embarrassment and took out dozens of small knives with leather sheaths from the cabinet. The handles were made of deer antlers, cow horns, walnuts, cowhides, etc.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "The knives and axes in the cabinet have been bought, but I still have some defective ones. Everyone can take a look and pick one if you like it. It can be regarded as a gift for being neighbors for so many years."

That's the thing about Americans, you're welcome.

It turned out to be a defective product, but the only problem was that it had no gemstones, no gold or silver embellishments, the handle was made of ordinary material, and the knife had no satin pattern.

The precious knives in Zhao Chuanxin's works have not only various satin patterns, but also a variety of accessories. The handles alone include bark, shark skin, pearl fish skin, abalone shell patches, mother-of-pearl, mammoth tusk, desert ironwood, snakewood, rosewood, pink ivory and tiger maple, etc.

Inlaid with gold and silver with various gemstones, and knife pendants made of expensive materials...

From the handle to the blade to the gasket, scabbard and pendant, everything is made to the utmost detail, otherwise it cannot be sold at a high price.

Of course, those cannot be given as gifts, and if they are given, the other party might not dare to accept them.

These people were originally grateful for the warmth, but in the end they ended up taking advantage of others and being shortchanged...

Someone pointed at a knife in the display case and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Li Si, is the handle of this knife made of gemstone?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, it is made of twenty-five kinds of gemstones."

Everyone gasped, "Did you glue it?"

The handle is smooth and curves into one piece, which would be impossible if it weren't glued.

"No." Zhao Chuanxin shook his head. "Do you know those vertical stone slabs on the cobblestone roads in Europe? The principle is probably similar. Cut the gemstones into long strips, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, all the same size, and the thin end should have a root, so that it can be embedded and fixed."

"hiss……"

Someone asked carefully: "How long does it take to make this knife?"

“It took less than six years.”

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin only took three days to complete it.

"hiss……"

"how much is it?"

"Three hundred thousand."

Everyone stopped talking.

This is purely a luxury that only the richest people can afford.

If this thing were to be sold in later generations, it would probably be worth one million or two million. It is possible that if someone likes it, it could be sold for ten million.

After all, it's the only one in the world and no one else can make it.

Zhao Chuanxin first cuts various gemstones into long strips, leaving the roots, and then uses solid rune metal to fix the gemstones into one piece.

Who else can do it besides him?

Do it in four-dimensional space?

Everyone didn't know how serious it was.

In addition to being a sharpshooter, Zhao Chuanxin is also known as a skilled knife maker.

Everyone left satisfied.

But Ava Russell stayed.

She helped Zhao Chuanxin clean up the coffee cups, tea cups and snack plates.

She changed into thin flared jeans again.

Ava Russell has an above-average appearance and a plump figure. She wears tight pants and walks like a swaying daffodil, which makes Zhao Chuanxin sigh: It makes sense that big, beautiful toilets are getting bigger and bigger.

Ava Russell didn't speak, and neither did Zhao Chuanxin.

Let's play it cool. Zhao Chuanxin has never been afraid of anyone.

How could Ava Russell have the shrewdness of a centenarian?

Other men would circle around her when they see her, but you, a middle-aged man, are still being reserved?

She said, "Sir, your black tea is delicious."

"Drink less. Leaving it on your lips and teeth will only make your teeth yellow."

"..." Ava Russell didn't know why she stayed. She was choked and tried to continue the awkward conversation: "Sir, your skills are really superb."

“If you want to stand out, you have to work ten times harder.”

"So, you paid a lot, right?"

"No, I'm gifted and I can do it right away. I'm telling you this."

"..."

Beautiful lady, call Ava Russell's generation - the Beat Generation.

Although Old Zhao's temples and short beard have turned slightly gray, his face is still angular and his eyes are not cloudy at all. His skin, which had become rough in Middle-earth, has become smooth again in the past two years.

He's a good shot, tall and manly, has excellent money-making skills, and most importantly, is covered in thorns.

Young people like Ava Russell are easily attracted by these temperaments.

In the days that followed, Ava Russell would come occasionally and have awkward chats with Zhao Chuanxin, which always made Zhao Chuanxin choke and roll his eyes, but she never got tired of it.

As usual, Zhao Chuanxin never visited his neighbors on his own initiative, but from time to time people would ask him to help repair some ironware.

Zhao Chuanxin usually doesn't charge for his work, as it is just a small undertaking.

Someone boasted about his jewel knife worth three hundred thousand dollars in a bar, and Zhao Chuanxin knew nothing about it.

He was busy tearing down the stable and building a new garage. At this moment, he and his puppet servants were dismantling the fifth generation of wandering dragons.

Next to it is a pickup truck that Ford just launched this year, which Zhao Chuanxin just bought.