Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Ten of these things may not be enough to share with the curious relatives and friends in Lugang Town.

Zhao Chuanxin is mainly a toy for his children.

Miao Cuihua frowned: "It's too expensive. Isn't it appropriate to give such expensive toys to children?"

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Otherwise, letting them be exposed to new things is much more important than money. Since there is no way to bring everything abroad, then bring it back abroad to let them gain knowledge, otherwise it will be easy for them to sit back and watch the sky, and they will be arrogant."

The police chief breathed a sigh of relief. The sun had set just in time, and the god of plague was about to return home.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Take Benjamin around. This kid has some evil thoughts in his head. Others are just illusions. According to him, the things in his head are real to him, so he needs to know more." Many things are perfect. I want to make the world in his head complete. Sister Hua, do you know that sometimes, one person can be worth a hundred thousand soldiers, this is true. "

But this time it's different.

Cixi still lived in Chuxiu Palace, but Chuxiu Palace was renovated. Because the last time he was beaten by Zhao Chuanxin, it was riddled with holes, and the roof was almost lifted.

Those with a bad temper may turn around and leave, and the most harsh words they leave behind are - without Butcher Zhang, will I still have to eat pigs with hair on them?

On the one hand, she felt a little relieved inexplicably?

Cixi's dim eyes suddenly widened: "What do you care about us? Besides, what does extradition mean?"

The lobby manager has a vest and shirt, his hair is neatly combed, he is wearing a pair of glasses, and he is clean shaven.

An ordinary man shows off his courage for a moment, but smart people have a great influence on the world structure.

The waiter said: "This gentleman is going to dine here."

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Seeing them looking at each other in silence, Zhao Chuanxin said dissatisfied: "What the hell are you looking at? How can I eat when you look at me like this? Is there any more royal law? Is there any more law?"

The waiter immediately bent his body into a prawn shape.

Two more teeth.

Forbidden City.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his five fingers: "I'll give you five seconds, think carefully before answering."

Miao Cuihua understood.

This time, there was a different police chief, but they were all so sincere: "Mr. Zhao, stop it. Really, this matter has been reported to the City Council and they reported it to Washington. Don't make a big deal out of it, Zhao." Sir, I heard that Washington has established a transoceanic connection to communicate with the Qing Dynasty..."

In the 21st century, when Zhao Chuanxin was a child, he had never heard of or seen such a thing as an electric scooter, but it happened that it was already popular in Europe and the United States at the beginning of the 20th century.

"Even if it takes five hours, that's impossible..."

The waiter shook his head: "Sorry, that's impossible."

Zhao Chuanxin backhand.

This year, the rebellious parties have caused trouble one after another. Although they have been wiped out many times, Cixi is very annoyed.

From now on, if any restaurant in New York wants to isolate Chinese people from eating, I will stop it from opening.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the normal area: "I want to eat here."

The waiter frowned and shouted inside: "Manager, please come here."

The manager's frown deepened: "Sir, this is Stravinsky's restaurant. You must know that those who come here are either rich or noble!"

The two talked in Chinese, chatting while eating, and occasionally interrupted during the meal.

As soon as I walked in, I was stopped by the waiter: "Sir, Madam, please come to that area to dine."

The waiter was shocked and instinctively wanted to help subdue Zhao Chuanxin.

But she knew that Zhao Chuanxin, with his temper, would definitely be slapped in the face on the spot.

Zhao Chuanxin looked in the direction he pointed and saw an inconspicuous corner, isolated, and the decoration there seemed to be deliberately poor.

The waiter looked at him in fear: "Yes, sir, yes."

The manager's cheek was twisted and deformed, and one of his teeth flew out, followed by saliva and blood splashing.

"Then you're too numb to get the menu?"

"Go here, go here..."

He took Miao Cuihua to Stravinsky's restaurant.

She just wanted to say two words to these people: You deserve to die! Who will die if you don’t die!

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Redemption Scepter, held the tail end, and swung the thick head of the Scepter up. The Scepter was like a tiger.

"time up!"

People around were surprised to see the dog sitting on the ground with a satisfied expression after Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking.

Cixi had already heard the news, but still found it incredible.

It doesn't matter if there is a reservation here or not.

Now that the scourge of Zhao Chuanxin is gone, are you afraid?

Cixi's mood was very complicated.

Cixi asked in a deep voice.

"What's the matter?"

The biggest problem in Lugang Town now is Yelang's arrogance.

"Zhao Chuanxin forced the United States to amend the bill, and the United States also wanted to expel him from the country. Although the two parties reconciled, it was only for ten days. Within ten days, Zhao Chuanxin was killed or injured on the grounds of discrimination, and the camera responded. There were no less than a dozen people. There were various places, including stations, restaurants, theaters, etc. The people of New York were panicked and uneasy, and it was difficult for the police to punish them. Whenever they went to the scene, they had to consult with Zhao Chuanxin and Yan Xiang. He then called us and asked us to extradite him back to the country."

She felt that those gangsters were like flies. They did not pose much of a threat to her, but they were very annoying.

Can the Qing court judge Zhao Chuanxin?

Aixinjueluo Yikuang sighed: "Zhao Chuanxin scuttled an American battleship in New York."

Ganfan interrupted him: "Woof woof woof..."

"I'm sorry, Sister Hua." Zhao Chuanxin patted her hand: "In the past, I wouldn't have brought you out to see such nonsense."

The manager understood, and he frowned: "Sir, that will disturb the guests here."

This is a French restaurant.

There was silence in the restaurant.

Due to inertia, the tail of the stick stuck into the waiter's abdomen.

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the waiter's hair and pulled his body upright: "Zhuo Nima, can I go in to eat now?"

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Isn't this a joke? You can't do it, but I can do it?

They were all packed up and sent back to North Tarrytown in a hired vehicle.

I feel that all the heroes in the world are just like this.

Miao Cuihua smiled bitterly: "Send me back later, it's too suffocating."

Side warehouse...

Sixty-nine-year-old Aixinjueluo Yikuang is also very old. He is thin and weak, and his speech is trembling: "No, it's not them. It was the United States that called the Foreign Affairs Department of the Military Aircraft Service and asked us to extradite Zhao Chuanxin."

The transfer of transnational criminals is called extradition, and they are sent back to their home countries for sentencing and punishment.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin and then at the waiter.

Zhao Chuanxin's secret realm is full of necessary supplies, and these things cannot be allowed to take up space.

"What's the matter, are you so anxious to see me? Are the gangsters in the south causing trouble again?"

"Because of this, they asked us to get Zhao Chuanxin back?"

He pulled out the scepter of salvation and carefully rubbed it clean on the back of the bent waiter.