Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Benjamin Goldberg was surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin quarreling with a dog.

"Master, are you talking to it?"

"Yeah, this bitch is very pretentious now."

He is truly worthy of being a master!

It always makes him feel novel.

He was worried that the snot-nosed baby would miss home and cry in the middle of the night, but no one would comfort him.

When I put down my chopsticks, my stomach felt a little full...

The gun didn't go off.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a piece of steel, spread out the blueprint, frowned and thought for a moment, and then pulled out the elf carving knife hidden in the scepter of redemption.

Zhao Chuanxin started eating in a hurry. On the plate in front of him, there were five tea eggs, ten steamed buns, and two plates of pickles.

Freddie Pavitt, who was waiting behind him, smiled wryly.

He learned how to use chopsticks like everyone else, but he had little strength and could only hold the head of the chopsticks. He would always clip it off and just bury his head in eating.

Two people and one dog came to the manor, and Marcus Nkrumah was showing off his fists, boxing vigorously.

"Gongfan, be good and coax him to sleep, he is still a child."

A rare smile appeared on her little face, and she patted her belly with satisfaction.

I'm afraid it must weigh seven or eight kilograms.

The next morning, Zhao Chuanxin was awakened by the noise in the corridor.

"Bees collect nectar? Also help flowers pollinate? Yes, I didn't expect it. It seems that Ernst Hecker is not a rigorous scientist. You are smart before you can do it."

Edith Roosevelt sighed: "Theodore, sometimes you should let go of your obsession. There are many things and we cannot cover them all. His monopoly on oil has become unstoppable."

……

Without any explanation, Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the rice into Benjamin Goldberg's room.

"Master said that? Did you also see it?"

He doesn't have time to mess around with the master, there are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

"Master, but I don't know Chinese."

They saw with their own eyes that this gun gradually took shape like a magic trick in Zhao Chuanxin's hands.

Benjamin Goldberg usually eats toast and omelettes for breakfast, and occasionally bacon and ham.

I wonder what kind of forging press, stamping machine, and milling cutter are needed?

As he was doing this, Benjamin Goldberg asked, "Sir, where's the radio?"

Ronaldo was having a night chat with Edith Roosevelt.

The gun body is made of aluminum alloy, and it can't beat the Elf Knife.

When Li Shutong and Zhao Chuanxin ate together, they always felt full.

Benjamin Goldberg was affected by this atmosphere and felt that today's breakfast was very delicious, as fierce as a competition.

Benjamin Goldberg read a few words and barked twice when he was done.

He had just woken up at this time, and he hadn't woken up naturally yet, so his head was a little confused and he couldn't think of anything wrong for the time being.

Loading the bullet, Marcus Nkrumah volunteered: "Sir, I can shoot."

Walnut wood for handguard.

It jammed just as soon as it was loaded.

"Okay, okay, Edie, I apologize to you." Da Luo quickly changed the subject. "I also have something that makes me unhappy. John Rockefeller's hand has reached out to New York State. He wants to install an oil pipeline in Kurdex, at least I heard that he showed this intention."

After singing the song, Zhao Chuanxin took him back for dinner.

Zhao Chuanxin was so worn out that he honestly listened to his apprentice's opinions and continued to revise.

Benjamin Goldberg was just a little stunned. When he looked again, he found that Zhao Chuanxin had already begun to assemble it.

Ning'an: "..."

"Clap!"

When cutting metal, there is just a little more resistance than wood.

But in Washington, it was the dead of night.

This feeling makes anyone with obsessive-compulsive disorder want to die.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

Sir, you can do it all with one knife!

however,

"Crack!"

In the manor, tables, chairs and benches were set up.

Everyone was watching with rapt attention, even a fool like Marcus Nkrumah was paying full attention.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You'd better forget it. If the barrel explodes, your hand will be blown to pieces."

Marcus Nkrumah and Benjamin Goldberg stood next to him and imitated his example, also clasping their hands around their waists.

After all, it is handmade, and the precision in many places is not that high. When Zhao Chuanxin was assembling it, he still needed to constantly modify and polish it.

He began to put on the Fortitude Armor, put on the mask, and most importantly, the matching leather gloves.

"Crack!"

"..." He broke the police chief's appearance and still didn't call him a riot? Edith Roosevelt stared at her husband. "How are you going to respond?"

Edith Roosevelt frowned: "Okay, I understand. She should have trained equestrian, right?"

This subverted his understanding of the rules of physics.

He scratched his head: I didn’t even blink...

"Wang Wang Wang..."

Benjamin Goldberg said: "The interdependence of species? It's not mentioned in the book?"

Something is wrong!

Zhao Chuanxin opened his voice: "Get up, hungry and cold slaves! Get up, all the suffering people around the world..."

But he still ate faster than anyone else.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his equipment angrily, took out the elf carving knife, and modified the gun bolt.

Edith Roosevelt was a uniquely independent woman, loyal to her husband, and always very organized in every detail of her home and white house.

Two six zero three: c zero two four: c zero zero a: c four one one:: one one two two

The blade of the elf carving knife became spiral-shaped, carving out the rifling of the gun bore like an electric drill.

The food is still very reliable, and the whole night is uneventful.

Although this woman's belly has withered, her breasts have become shriveled, and she has lost her beauty. But the power over the White House's affairs and the influence she exerted over her husband gave her a new allure.

Zhao Chuanxin muttered: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three..."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and prepared to say hello.

"Grass!"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "I need you to stay away from me, so I don't accidentally hurt you."

Ning An was standing by and wanted to help: "Sir, what do you need me to do?"

"Okay, let's talk around the bed tonight."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the shape: "As a submachine gun, this gun is too heavy."

It is said that she was the first hostess of the White House to travel to other places during her tenure as Mrs. No.1.

When he was done, he reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger.

Zhao Chuanxin said patiently: "This is Chinese."

"These damn guys, they have seriously destroyed the balance of market competition." Ronaldo complained.

Unlike his parents, who were very boring.

It took some effort to install this crude submachine gun.

"Edie, I received the news that Zhao Chuanxin has arrived in North Tarrytown. Fortunately, this barbarian didn't mess around. He just disfigured the local police chief."