Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin had something to say: "While my family has the conditions, I can quickly record myself a record as a souvenir."

If you are late, you will be trapped.

Rachel Kervis didn't know why. She worriedly said: "I will go on stage tomorrow, and I don't know if I can make it to practice today."

"With your strength, you are a professional player to them, no problem."

This song only requires a drum. It is very simple and does not require rehearsal.

Rachel Kervis was stunned.

At this time, American women were still relatively traditional. The praise and encouragement Rachel Kervis heard most came not from her husband, but mostly from Zhao Chuanxin.

More than his husband has ever praised in the past year.

She happily left the manor with Benjamin Goldberg.

After the song ended and everyone dispersed, Zhao Chuanxin endured the fatigue from the long journey, sat on the recliner, and said, "Sister Hua, are you worried?"

Miao Cuihua immediately shook her head: "No."

"Lied to me."

"Well, I'm getting old."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

It turns out to be age anxiety.

"I'll teach you a technique to keep your appearance and strengthen your body." Today, Zhao Chuanxin saw Miao Cuihua dancing and felt that her waist was strong and her core strength was quite strong.

"There is no such skill in the world, otherwise women all over the world would flock to him." Miao Cuihua didn't believe it at all.

Previously, Zhao Chuanxin firmly believed that the balancing technique was magical.

But after practicing for a while, I found that it was different from what I thought.

Without intuitive feelings, the body can become increasingly refined.

But mentality is very important. Zhao Chuanxin vowed: "Really, as long as you practice, you will still be like this when you are eighty years old. If I lie to you, I will let a thunder from the sky kill my evil disciple Benjamin."

"Hey... don't talk nonsense." Miao Cuihua said in a funny tone. "I just practice."

She quite believes in ghosts and gods.

In order to help Miao Cuihua relieve her anxiety as soon as possible, Zhao Chuanxian took her to the fitness area without taking a break.

For Wilhelmina's difficult balancing act, Miao Cuihua easily straightened out the relationship between breathing and movement.

Zhao Chuanxin was behind her, helping her hold one of her legs.

As a coach, Zhao Chuanxin is undoubtedly qualified.

That big hand was holding Miao Cuihua's leg, making her feel numb as she moved, and her breathing became heavier.

"Eh? Sister Hua, don't mess around."

Miao Cuihua said angrily: "I'm just afraid that you will mess up, and I'm even more afraid that you won't mess around after you mess up."

Zhao Chuanxin's old face turned red: "Haha, a gentleman like me can't sit still."

Miao Cuihua pouted back...

Sure enough, I hit something.

He asked with a smile: "What do you mean by sitting in the arms without any chaos?"

Zhao Chuanxin's nose felt a little itchy: "Okay, you have mastered this short section. I will go to the recliner to rest."

He fled the scene.

But he was very tired, so he sat on the chair, took a nap inadvertently and fell asleep.

In the fitness area there was the sound of his snoring and the rustling sound of Miao Cuihua sweating profusely.

I don't know whether it was a psychological effect or something else, but Miao Cuihua felt that after practicing this section a few times, she felt refreshed and could have a good sleep after taking a bath.

At this time, she looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

I found that he was sleeping very restlessly on the recliner, and his body was shaking from time to time.

She walked over, wondering whether to wake him up or carry him back?

She definitely couldn't lift it alone.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin muttered in his sleep: "Sister Hua, run quickly..."

Miao Cuihua was startled.

He didn't sleep like this before.

She pushed Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Chuanxin woke up.

"Did you just have a nightmare?"

"No." Zhao Chuanxin wiped his saliva. "I remember when I was flying on the grass, wearing iron clothes and monk clothes. No one dared to mess with me in the dream."

As he spoke, he stood up and stretched.

When returning to the room, Miao Cuihua said: "We're home. I'm more alert than anyone else. You don't have to worry about anything."

"Oh, I got it." Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously.

Sleep until you wake up naturally.

When Zhao Chuanxin got up in the morning, the sun just popped his head.

Miao Cuihua was practicing the balancing technique she learned last night. Zhao Chuanxin was there to give guidance and correct some minor mistakes, and she also started practicing herself.

After breakfast, Benjamin Goldberg ran to the manor: "Master, let's go, my mother has already gone to town!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was also wearing a fluffy chef's hat.

Benjamin Goldberg pulled out another hat: "My mom sewed this overnight."

Zhao Chuanxin felt a faint resistance in his heart.

It's white, it looks like wearing linen and mourning.

The chef's hat first appeared in France at the end of the 18th century and was invented by a chef.

After wearing it, it looks professional and hygienic.

Later, it gradually became a professional symbol of chefs.

He never wore this thing.

But in order to show his professionalism, he gritted his teeth and put it on.

He loaded the car with slices of bread, sauces, vegetables, semi-finished lobster tails, etc. There is also a bucket of hot and sour tomato soup wrapped in a quilt.

There were no chef uniforms, so Zhao Chuanxian deliberately put on a white shirt and vest to appear more hygienic. Wear an apron over it.

Put the modified dining car on Mishan.

It's time to go out again, and this guy is quite excited.

"Drive! Let's go to town!"

Gan Fan led the way, and with little need for Zhao Chuanxin's control, Mi Shan ran towards the town smartly.

In the 1900 New York State census, the total population of Westchester County was 274133.

North Tarrytown can only be considered a backwater.

But there are especially many people in the town today, with lanterns and colorful decorations, just like celebrating the New Year.

John Vaughn, the mayor of North Tarrytown, walked among the crowd with a shy belly, greeting people from time to time in a very dignified manner.

Sheriff George Maher led police officers to patrol the area to maintain law and order.

When he saw a strange-looking carriage arriving, George Maher was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately led someone forward to inquire.

There were so many people today, crowded in the middle of the town, that a small disturbance could lead to tragedy.

When they got closer, they found that the driver was Zhao Chuanxin wearing a chef's hat.

George Maher showed an awkward smile: "Sir, are you also here to participate in the Harvest Festival?"

The old boy was dealt with badly by Zhao Chuanxin before.

"No, I won't participate in the event." Zhao Chuanxin smiled and shook his head: "I'm here to do business."

"..."

George Maher is full of questions.

Zhao Chuanxin looked for a conspicuous position on the crowded street.

"If you give in, is there any public morality? Is there any law? You don't even hide when you see a car?" Zhao Chuanxin shouted dissatisfied.

George Maher smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, nothing good happened when he arrived.

Some people were angry: "This is a sidewalk, why do you occupy it?"