Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to take a shower, so he just went back and wiped himself before going to the fitness room.

Miao Cuihua is not here.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down and scratched his head, not knowing what he was anxious about.

Suddenly the lights went out.

The room was dark as the curtains were drawn.

Suddenly the lights came on.

What was bright was not the light above the head, but a lamp hanging on the wall. The light was concentrated and shone on the stage.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw Miao Cuihua clearly on the stage, his nose felt hot and began to bleed.

Wide-leg trousers with gold and silk patterns made of gauze, with a jingle ring around the waist. The sides of the thighs are hollow, with only a hard cloth belt hanging above the hips. The belt seems to fall off at any time, but with an amazing waist-to-hip ratio, the belt is so strong.

Looking at the plump belly but the vest line, Zhao Chuanxin felt that this might be the healthiest and most beautiful female figure.

Above, there is only a corset.

There is still a ring underneath.

There was even a drum beat.

thump...

The gramophone in the corner played distinctive tribal-style music.

Miao Cuihua moved her limbs like a snake, and when her extremely flexible waist and hips twisted, Zhao Chuanxin could see the gaps in the gauze, faintly revealing touches of whiteness.

Too bad.

Zhao Chuanxin's nosebleed was so long that he forgot to wipe it.

This kind of dance should be a tribal fusion style, which was taught by Zhao Chuanxin.

But it's not quite that. It even incorporates balancing movements.

Combined with Miao Cuihua's self-made costumes and props, the impact on male vision is unparalleled.

When she turned around, Zhao Chuanxin saw a triangular hollow belt hanging from her waistband. The piece of gauze was translucent.

Shadowy...

There was actually a tattoo on his back. He didn't know when it was tattooed. The pattern looked familiar to Zhao Chuanxin. It must be the style of the Kanaka tribe, and it vaguely corresponded to Zhao Chuanxin's tattoo.

Women of the Kanaka tribe are not eligible to have tattoos on their bodies. They can only get a vertical tattoo on their chin.

Mahina must know this, but why give her a tattoo?

Miao Cuihua's skin is fair and delicate, but the Kanaka tattoo pigment is darker, which makes her skin even whiter.

Somehow, with the tattoo, Zhao Chuanxin felt even more charming.

Really, Zhao Chuanxin swore that he had encountered the biggest temptation in his life today.

Gu, it’s really a voodoo!

With every movement, Zhao Chuanxin felt that her lower clothes were in danger.

But it still remains unresolved.

Art, so art.

At the end of the song, Miao Cuihua was dancing, and when it ended, she unknowingly arrived in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

I don’t know how she did it, her expression was cold, but her eyes were charming, maybe it was the eyeshadow?

She just lowered her head slightly, then raised her eyes, and Zhao Chuanxin's heartbeat accelerated.

Captain Zhao also wanted to quibble: "I, I looked at it with a critical eye..."

Miao Cuihua's voice was ethereal: "Will the king come to court early tomorrow?"

"No, it's late, it's time to go to bed..."

Miao Cuihua took a step closer, bent down slightly, and held Zhao Chuanxin's knees with both hands: "Why don't you look at me?"

Zhao Chuanxin's anger arose from his heart, and his evil arose from his courage.

What a woman, dare to provoke the uncle?

He stood up quickly, put one arm around Miao Cuihua, and lifted her up directly.

Miao Cuihua was not afraid. She put a white and tender arm on his shoulder casually and tilted her head to look at him with a half-smile.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his fingers on the hollow strap, pinched one end with his index finger and thumb, and held the other end with his other three fingers and his palm, competing with one hand.

collapse……

The strap is broken.

Okay, I'm going to solve the biggest suspense tonight.

Captain Zhao didn't want to separate occasions at all. He started in the fitness room and traveled thousands of miles.

The duel between two masters who practice balance is often sensational and fierce.

Why do you need to put out the candle to untie Luoyi?

The dazzling lights, which I don’t know where to get, set the atmosphere just right.

Not red in the face, out of breath.

As Zhao Chuanxian's physical fitness increased, he actually felt regretful that it was difficult to find an opponent.

But today we really met our opponents.

Sister Hua is the most talented and the best among those who teach balancing skills to Zhao Chuanxin. Even Zhao Chuanxin can't compare to her.

Hard work makes her strong.

Like Yi shooting at nine sunsets, like a group of emperors flying into the sky. It comes like thunder to absorb its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.

Sister Hua finally broke out tonight.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt refreshed.

The two looked at each other, smiled, and slept in each other's arms.

The next morning, I opened my eyes almost at the same time.

Their bodies were both strong, lying opposite each other with their legs crossed, so they didn't feel numb or tired all night long.

Miao Cuihua pressed her forehead against Zhao Chuanxin's chin: "Let you feel it."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "Yes, it's hard to say that it didn't give an empty-nester like me a little shock."

"Men are like this. I reconciled with myself when I was very young and understood that I am just an ordinary citizen."

"Then you, an ordinary citizen, have so many tricks up your sleeve."

"Enjoy the joy of suffering."

"There are a lot of fallacies."

There are generally two types of reconciliation with oneself.

One is resignation and reconciliation.

Accept that you are just ordinary and can hardly achieve great things, calm down and start a new life.

The other is recognition and reconciliation.

Suddenly the golden shackles were opened and the jade locks were torn off. Huh? The tide came from the Qiantang River, and today I know who I am.

Zhao Chuanxin realized something clearly when he was very young.

Miao Cuihua just woke up today.

Memories of being desperate, homeless, disappointed, etc. are just like a passing cloud, and I don't care about them anymore.

Unlike Zhao Chuanxin, Miao Cuihua has faith. She believes that there is a god in this world, and Zhao Chuanxin is a god, so she firmly believes that the views of the Kanaka people are true.

It's just that God is different from what she imagined.

God does not necessarily have to be aloof, unsmiling, or devoid of emotions and desires.

While chatting with Mahina, she expressed some of her own opinions and revealed some of her thoughts unintentionally.

Moreover, Miao Cuihua's figure, skin and temperament have undergone earth-shaking changes recently.

The simple Mahina vowed that Miao Cuihua was destined to be the woman of God. She had inherited the power of God, so she made an exception and got a tattoo for Miao Cuihua.

Zhao Chuanxin touched her back and said, "Why don't you have any scars?"

His body was numb and numb, and Miao Cuihua's back was smooth.

Miao Cuihua said: "It was there at first, but then it all healed."

Is it still the effect of the Beauty Balancing Technique?

Zhao Chuanxin rarely practiced this because he felt it was unnecessary.

I think it must be because of this.

So, he felt it again up, down, front, left, and right on his hand.