Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Not to mention, ever since the glass in the corridor was shattered by the Fuhu Ring, a level 2 northeasterly wind has been blowing, and the wind has penetrated through the cracks in the door. Even as strong as Zhao Chuanxin, his skin will feel trembling.

At first, he teased the little widow, but after a while, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't stand it anymore and ran to the balcony to practice balancing skills to warm up his body.

When Abao saw him getting out of bed, he quickly got on the bed and wrapped himself in a thick quilt to occupy the floor. Then she burped, and her mouth was filled with the taste of sea cucumber and leeks.

She lay in bed unable to sleep, always feeling that she had missed something. After thinking about it carefully, she found that the word "forgot" was written all over the corners of her memory. She left in a hurry and didn't collect his body yet.

Abao suddenly sat up and became restless.

Zhao Chuanxin finished practicing a set and when he saw her like this, he asked out of curiosity: "Gaha? It was a surprise."

Abao lifted the quilt and put on his shoes: "No, I'm going to find Hu Gengtang now to find out the news. If something happens here, I have to rush back to Taihu Lake."

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his collarbone: "Why are you so anxious?"

Abao bit his lip: "I haven't gone to collect the body of my deceased husband yet."

Zhao Chuanxin lit another cigarette: "Everyone will die, but not everyone has lived. If you are not great before death, you are a stinker. What will happen if you don't accept it after death?"

Abao's mind was shaken, and he felt that sometimes this perverted monk's words were filled with Zen ideas.

But she couldn't get over that hurdle in her heart.

"No. I'm going now."

Seeing her insistence, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "Do you know what kind of person Hu Gentang is? Have you ever dealt with him?"

"This..." Abao hesitated: "My subordinates have dealt with him, and I only heard about it a little bit."

"Tell me, who is Hu Gentang?"

"He... came to Hankou when he was 13 years old and made his living by relying on salt stamps. It is said that this man is unkempt and wears cloth clothes and shoes with patches piled on top of each other all year round. He washes his face without using towels and uses cloth towels. He picks up the food thrown away by his family and continues to eat it when it is hot and smokes. If you roll it yourself, it can be said that you cherish your money as much as your life..."

Zhao Chuanxin gasped, and even the room became warmer.

"I'm so ruthless, I'm really invulnerable..."

Abao frowned and said, "There is one more thing. Although this person loves money as much as his life, he is lustful by nature. He often hangs out in romantic places and forgets to leave. He often spends a lot of money there, but he doesn't care."

You are not willing to give up food or clothes, you are only willing to go whoring, right?

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a thumbs up: "He is truly a kind-hearted person and a role model for the world."

"Bah!" Abao dismissed it: "It's not a good thing, just like you."

"Who are you scolding?" Zhao Chuanxin's nostrils turned upward: "When you go to Fengyuechang, it's usually the girls who spend a lot of money to buy the smiles of poor monks."

In fact, in this century, Zhao Chuanxin had never been to a romantic place.

"You..." Abao really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She was fully dressed, and after shivering, she hesitated a little.

Glancing at Zhao Chuanxin, he saw Zhao Chuanxin leaning against the window frame and smoking without any expression.

She looked at the dark sky outside and whispered, "You, are you going?"

Zhao Chuanxin folded his hands, sprayed thin smoke upwards, and said lightly: "You beg me?"

Abao is the strongest in his life, how can he be willing to ask for it?

"Hmph, wishful thinking."

"Haha, then go on your own."

Abao stamped his feet and pushed open the door.

Although there were electric lights in the corridor, it was silent and no one was seen. There were only broken glass on the floor, splashes of soil from broken flower pots, and spots of dripping blood.

The cold wind blew through the windows into the corridor.

Being alone, she felt inexplicably timid.

She quickly came to the stairs and went down the steps.

As soon as I arrived at the lobby, I saw a group of patrolmen wearing wicker hats and blue uniforms rushing in with rifles in their hands.

Abao saw that the situation was not good, so he turned back.

At this time, a waiter pointed at Abao and said, "This woman came with the monk. They are in the same group."

The French patrolman immediately turned his gun and pointed it at Bao: "Stop, if he runs again, he will shoot."

There are also quick guns in Po's Taihu Pirates team, but of course they are small in number.

At least, she understood what the gun meant, so she stopped and felt miserable in her heart.

Is it possible that I will die in the hands of foreign devils today?

I heard that foreigners are not good people. If some pretty female prisoners fall into their hands, they may not be able to escape their clutches. They may be even more despicable than the lewd monk.

Sure enough, under the crystal chandelier, Abao's pale pink face looked very bright.

She stayed in the bandit's den all year round. Although she could dress up, she didn't trim her forehead like she did outside. She had two thick braids swaying on both sides, and she still had some baby fat on her face.

The "non-mainstream" style at this time, in the eyes of Zhao Chuanxin and the Frenchman, was rare and beautiful.

Especially her big feet, coupled with years of martial arts training, make her look very healthy and well-proportioned.

The French patrolman's eyes lit up and he walked towards her with a gun in hand, pretending to arrest her, but he tried to grab Po's hand.

Po put his hands behind his back to avoid it.

When the French patrolman saw this, he became angry and glared: "How dare you resist arrest? Give her some color."

He pointed to a Vietnamese patrolman.

There were about thirty people patrolling the scene, including whites, Vietnamese, and Chinese.

In the concession, white patrol officers naturally received the best treatment. Not only did they receive the highest salary, there was also a library specially prepared for them, a billiard room for entertainment, and they also had the opportunity to go out and have fun.

Next is the Vietnamese patrol, and finally the Chinese patrol.

This is how the levels are divided.

The Vietnamese patrolman was like a ferocious monkey, glaring with bull's eyes, scolding and raising his hands, wanting to slap Po.

A Bao is invincible in the Taihu Lake area, and he doesn't even look down on the police.

How could she be willing to suffer such a loss?

So, he used jujitsu and swayed his waist to hide away. At the same time, he subconsciously raised his leg and kicked the Vietnamese patrolman's shin with the toe of his shoe.

Usually when there is a conflict, all it takes is a kick like this to cause them to pounce immediately.

It's just that she forgot that the pair of shoes she is wearing now were bought for her by Zhao Chuanxin, and there is no iron on the top of the shoes.

The original pair of small boots had already been thrown away by Zhao Chuanxin. At that time, he also slandered her and said that her feet were smelly and that the boots were smelly too...

Therefore, although this kick is heavy, it is still within the endurance range of the Vietnam patrol.

After being kicked, the Vietnamese patrolman was furious. He picked up his baton and wanted to beat Po.

Abao was blocked at the entrance of the stairs, unable to escape, so he wanted to raise his forearms to resist, feeling very helpless.

However, she would rather lose her arm than let foreigners take advantage of her.

Abao had raised his forearm but felt no pain.

Because one hand held the solid wood baton that had been smashed down.

Abao looked up in surprise and saw a smiling face looking at him. The tall figure was blocking the Vietnamese patrol and also covering himself. Who else could it be if it wasn't the perverted monk Cheng Kun?