Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Claris had no experience serving a "vegetative" person.

She asked Zhao Chuanxin to lie down, then stood helplessly in front of a pile of food, picked up a can, and asked subconsciously: "Are you hungry?"

After saying that, I felt stupid.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't even open his mouth, so naturally he couldn't eat.

But now, Zhao Chuanxin didn't leave the cabin at all.

"I am the captain. Madam, let me tell you that we will arrive in Hawaii tomorrow."

At night, Claris did not sleep at all.

The gun was left by Zhao Chuanxin when he left last time.

"They were barefoot and sat on the ground. They only spread a huge leaf and worked on it. Some of the leaves had been stepped on..."

Kirsch brought in a Latina woman.

After the woman came in, Ganfandog had a puzzled face, stepped forward to sniff, and turned back: "Woof woof woof..."

……

It feels weird.

This was a self-defense weapon given to her by Zhao Chuanxin. The handle of the gun was not a deer, but rather vulgarly carved with a simple image of a man and a woman, the kind of man and woman kissing.

The high priest is accompanying him here, but he is taciturn and usually does not speak. He often has a straight face, and with the deep grooves on his face, he looks like a wooden body and clay sculpture.

The captain frowned: "What's wrong? He wants to kill someone again?"

At this moment.

Bah...crack the hammer!

Miao Cuihua took the others and left first.

How could such an idea come up?

Therefore, as long as the oppression lasts for a long time, the oppressed will succumb in their hearts and gradually recognize their own identity.

Clarisse turned his eyes to Miao Cuihua.

Let's not talk about appearance and figure, just talking about temperament makes her a little bit sour.

Miao Cuihua pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing."

Everyone retreated in shock.

Miao Cuihua forced herself to remain calm and sat in the best thatched hut of the Kanaka tribe.

Francis Fuller said: "Mr. Zhao, they have arrived in Hawaii. Just let them get off the boat."

The captain recalled it and shook his head: "It seems not."

Before, she was anxious to reach the shore.

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Zhao Chuanxin's voice came out, the volume was low: "Don't I want to be in line? Wait for someone to greet you, stop talking nonsense."

Miao Cuihua, the five of them and Gan Fan all looked at it curiously.

Looking at Zhao Chuanxin, he still closed his eyes tightly.

His question seemed to hit the point.

Otherwise, this would be a good way to pass the difficult time.

Clarisse nodded and shook his head.

Not only was she at her wits' end, but she also discovered during this ordeal that she didn't even have a hobby.

According to Zhao Chuanxin's temper, if he was impatient, he might just poke a big hole in the ship and bury a whole crew of people at the bottom of the sea.

They all gathered in front of Zhao Chuanxian's cabin.

At this moment, Miao Cuihua took people on the boat.

High Priest, it sounds like you are bluffing.

Normally, everyone would avoid them like the god of plague.

Both of them sensed that something was wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "A few ink marks."

His mentality is much more stable than that of Cleris.

And Claris also spoke: "High Priest, Constantine, oh no, it's Zhao Chuanxin. He asked me to come to you and ask you to take the Kanaka warriors to the dock to greet him."

Of course this gun is not specially made.

Do people really care?

She couldn't help but think of Zhao Chuanxin's weak appearance when he woke up. When he heard that the ship was about to dock, he immediately asked her to use the reputation of diplomat Francis Fuller to get ashore first and arrive at the settlement of the Kanaka tribe. Searching for the high priest.

Then he quickly calmed down, pretended to be calm and calm, and said calmly: "Who?"

At first glance, Claris dared to conclude that this woman must be more careful and know how to take care of people than she was.

Even in a coma, he seems to be able to give people a sense of security, which is strange.

Samuel Goldberg first took out the money and bribed the customs staff at the dock, and then followed Cleris onto the ship.

In the cabin, Clarisse sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped the sweat that was dripping from his smooth forehead.

Francis Fuller stroked his William Hu and felt that something was wrong.

The high priest narrowed his eyes, stood up, leaned on the ground with a long cane, paused and said: "Kishi, gather the men to follow me and bring the gun."

This person was none other than Ji Xi. When he saw Zhao Chuanxin on the pier and was working at the pier, he thought that Zhao Chuanxin was the incarnation of the God of War Kuku. Later, Zhao Chuanxin pretended to be a ghost and used wine to reduce his son's fever and save his son. One life.

It had only been one night, but his cheeks had lost some weight and were still so pale, making him look weak at first glance.

She didn't ask about the relationship between the woman in front of her and Zhao Chuanxin, or anything else, but she pointedly asked the key.

He went to the captain's cabin thoughtfully.

Ganfan nodded his head.

He felt dizzy, but he held it back and didn't reveal any flaws.

Because Zhao Chuanxin can't walk right now, if he gets off the ship like this, there might be complications. He needs to find helper first.

Miao Cuihua took out a Lugang M1907 from her bag.

The high priest didn't hesitate: "Bring her in."

Claris originally wanted to show off the strong appearance of a landlord's maid, but after all, he felt guilty and lacked acting skills. He said with a bit of tears: "He suddenly vomited blood, but no one touched him. I don't know what happened."

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Speaking of the early 20th century, who knew Zhao Chuanxin best?

It must be Miao Cuihua who has been taking care of him personally.

"I..." Francis Fuller was speechless.

Seeing his son skillfully operating a pistol made Samuel Goldberg's eyelids jump.

At this time, I couldn't help it anymore: "Is Zhao really injured?"

After all, he is a diplomat, 100% free of social fears, thick-skinned enough, and knows how to assess the situation.

The ordinary passengers had disembarked long ago, and the only people still on board were the captain, crew, and Francis Fuller.

Francis Fuller frowned and pondered, and suddenly asked: "You went to tell them yesterday that they would dock today. Did you hear Zhao Xin's voice?"

After hearing what Miao Cuihua said, Rachel Kervis became inexplicably anxious, but she tried her best to suppress it.

"But when will your people come?" Francis Fuller and the captain exchanged wild glances.

Finally, he sighed and said: "Forget it, I will get to Hawaii soon and I can send this plague god away."

"This..." Francis Fuller suggested: "How about you go and test it specifically?"

She walked around the cabin with the ants on the hot pot.

Keehee hurried out.

Jiang Bo was eating local mashed potatoes and was slurping his tongue.

Claris nodded sharply: "Everyone on the ship is hostile to him, but they just don't dare to show it. But if we don't pick him up, we're afraid the secret will be revealed soon."