Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

It's still some distance from Shanghai.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin continued to lie down.

Zhao Yixian was beside him, seemingly ready to be dispatched at any time, but in fact he was racking his brains to think of the right words.

Zhao Chuanxin was going to do something to eat, so he took out the elf carving knife and a piece of turquoise carving brought back from the United States.

He carved a skeleton, and it was much easier to create a face than a normal character.

"Don't worry." Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "I won't let you make this kind of money. Just hold them together and I'll call another one."

Zhao Chuanxin glared at him, and then asked another driver: "How much?"

He turned around and wanted to go to the bow of the ship to enjoy the wind and study the "Code of the Old Gods".

Zhang Mouzhi wanted to say hello, but couldn't wipe his face away.

……

But the little girl quit and cried loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, and the melodious cry of the thrush came from his palm.

On the bow of the ship, Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Codex" and took out a trace of the holy light from the old holy altar.

In fact, Master’s enemies are everywhere.

"Eh? That's a good name." Zhao Chuanxin praised.

Zhang's wife smiled at Zhao Chuanxin, looking quite pretty.

Could it be that he is sucking his own life force?

But it's not like that, because he has lost his life many times and is very sensitive to that feeling.

Who can guarantee this?

If anyone found out that Master was unconscious, it would be more popular than Tang Monk's meat.

Zhao Yixian: "..."

The man smiled bitterly: "I'm going to make a plan, but my words are empty."

The driver squinted his eyes and said stupidly: "Sir, are you talking about some kind of mansion?"

Benjamin Goldberg clapped his hands over there: "Master, what a trick for King Qin to circle the pillar."

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, the little girl's frown suddenly relaxed, she opened her mouth and burst into laughter, and stretched out her hand towards Zhao Chuanxin.

He said viciously: "It's true that if you don't fight for three days, you will have to go to the house and uncover the tiles."

The driver's already dark face turned even darker.

Zhao Chuanxin likes children, and he has no one to teach Zhang Mouzhi how to behave.

Just after opening it, the hatch was opened, and Benjamin Goldberg came back in a hurry and said: "Master, this is incredible, there is a woman on the deck who is disheveled and very cute..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored him, looked around and found an erected wooden pillar. He walked over and used a trace of the energy of the old sacred altar.

After traveling for another half an hour, the ship docked at the port.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to do that, for fear of something unexpected happening.

The man: "..."

In fact, there is another way, which is to increase the output of the old sacred altar.

Zhang Mouzhi said: "What else? The Japanese and Portuguese warships were drilled. The newspaper said that Zhao Chuanxin was the one who drove the Portuguese out of the island. He is tall and has a foreign accent. Who else could it be if he wasn't Zhao Chuanxin?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

After Zhao Yixian closed the window, Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Codex" again.

The child was very young, still in his infancy.

It was actually in English.

This must be some kind of magic weapon, but Zhao Chuanxin gave it to a stranger casually.

When Zhang Leyi saw Zhao Chuanxin again, she became happy again and danced very happily.

At the moment of flash, Zhao Chuanxin was in a daze.

After leaving the pier, a wheelbarrow saw three people and a dog, and hurriedly stepped forward to attract business.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly and stuffed the newly carved skull into Zhang Leyi's little hand.

The evil power of Zhao Chuanxin would not be allowed to Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong, so what he sent must have a similar effect.

"Long hair but short of knowledge, what do women know? They know people but not their hearts." Zhang Mouzhi scolded.

That feeling of being pulled at the soul reappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head.

Benjamin Goldberg pointed at the swaddled child and said, "Isn't that what it is? It's disheveled and cute."

Zhao Chuanxin opened it and consumed another trace of the energy in the old sacred altar.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the shore and said helplessly: "Forget it, wait until we get to Shanghai."

Zhang Leyi was much more enthusiastic. She could see Zhao Chuanxin clearly from a few meters away and stretched out her hand "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Seeing the master and apprentice pointing at them, the man came over, frowned and asked, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Zhang's wife said quickly: "Zhang Leyi."

Zhang Leyi was chewing the turquoise stone and talking nonsense.

But Zhang's wife suddenly asked: "May I ask your name, sir?"

Zhang Mouzhi couldn't help but blushed when he saw it.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "I don't know, have you seen the five-skeleton crest on the head of the skull? This is called the Lord of the Corpse Forest, also known as Potridabo. It is the unique protector of the deity Chakrasamvara and Dakini. Wearing this item will increase your wealth, bring you happiness and longevity, and get rid of disasters. I think you don’t know people, their faces, and their hearts.”

Zhang Leyi burst into tears again.

Zhao Yixian asked again: "Zhao Shenxian, can this thing be used in witchcraft?"

"British Consulate General."

Zhao Chuanxin has been to Shanghai before, and there is nothing new.

"..."

Benjamin Goldberg followed out, and Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Where is it?"

At least not here.

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

He took two steps around and tried again.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about, Chinese?"

Zhao Shenxian's apprentice is afraid that he will become useless.

His wife, on the other hand, reacted and laughed: "This gentleman is really funny."

Zhang Mouzhi was stunned for a moment, the name sounded so familiar.

Zhao Chuanxin: "No. 33 on the Bund."

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Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "For the sake of this little guy, I won't argue with you."

Benjamin Goldberg said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, it turns out he is not Chinese."

Benjamin Goldberg chuckled, not afraid.

disappear.

He asked Benjamin Goldberg in a low voice: "If I fall into a coma or something similar, do you have any way to protect my teacher's personal safety?"

Zhang Leyi took it and was about to stuff it into her mouth. Zhang Mou snatched it away and said, "This thing looks very scary. I don't know how to wear it."

Legend has it that Li Shimin had a nightmare and asked Yu Chigong and Qin Qiong to stand outside the door, so that evil spirits would not dare to enter.

He asked: "Zhao Shenxian, are you carving the corpse forest father in Tibet?"

"Uncle Kuon, is he actually the God of War?"

Zhang’s wife: “What God of War?”

Zhao Chuanxin said "Hey".

Zhao Yixian: "..."

He hesitated: "Thank you very much. I can pay."

At this time, because Zhang Mouzhi blocked Zhao Chuanxin, Zhang Leyi opened her mouth and started crying.

The driver of the car carrying Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian next to him wanted to make an offer.

In this era, except for Tibetan works, there are very few such "rebellious" figurative works of art.

What happened?