Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin could already see the coastline of Hokkaido.

Xingyue said: There are some Japanese soldiers on the beach. Do you want to take action?

"..." Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "I suspect that you have developed self-awareness and emotions, but I have no evidence."

Xingyue: I didn’t, I’m not.

If people's self-awareness is a chemical reaction of hormones, then Zhao Chuanxian thinks that Xingyue may really have self-awareness.

Zhao Chuanxin had no intention of taking action, so he circled on the sea and headed north.

He also had to go around Japan's Rebun Island.

Then it passed through the strait between the southern part of Sakhalin Island and the northern part of Hokkaido, and landed at the Japanese town of Otomari in the middle.

Omari Town was later renamed Korsakov after Russia fully occupied Sakhalin Island.

Fukasumi Village is under the rule of Otomari Town.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his soft gold armor and wrapped himself in a thick, shabby but clean cotton robe, with a shiny deerskin cloak on top.

Others' deerskin was rubbed with oil, but the shine of Zhao Chuanxian's deerskin cloak was deliberately polished and polished. It was considered a clean disguise.

On his head is a roe deer scalp hat.

His beard was not exempt from the vulgarity, and was stained with frost from his breath.

So from a distance, it looks like it looks like it blends in with the local aborigines.

It's just that his figure is much taller and burlier than the people here.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't go far before he arrived at the old Japanese Kata Town Civil Affairs Office.

This was also the earliest trading center in Japan.

The streets were full of Japanese people, and they all looked sideways when they saw this guy wearing a roe deer scalp hat.

In fact, the aborigines of Sakhalin Island do not wear roe deer scalp hats, especially the hats with strange two horns.

But many people have difficulty distinguishing them. In their impression, the aborigines are all unkempt and dirty.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that. He wore glasses and a cotton belt around his neck, and walked struttingly on the street.

The living conditions of the Japanese here are also very ordinary. They wear thin clothes, huddle up and rush when they go out, and they are skinny and unkempt.

There are Japanese-style cabins on both sides of the street. Zhao Chuanxin is very doubtful about the heating effect of these houses.

The Japanese's eyes were a little sneaky and unruly, and Zhao Chuanxin stared back one by one.

He was already tall, and his three layers of clothing made him look bulkier, looking like a big bear.

The short Japanese who were glaring at them were so frightened that they quickly looked away.

This place is not big, and soon the Japanese police came in a hurry after receiving the warning from the people.

"Baga, Mao Min, who told you to walk openly on the street?"

The two short patrol officers roared menacingly.

Obviously, Aboriginal people cannot blatantly integrate into Japanese communities.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything and just spat on the ground.

This really angered the two patrol officers. They immediately stepped forward and twisted Zhao Chuanxin's arms, trying to cut him back, but the arms were like steel poured into iron and they were hard to shake.

Good guy, not only can’t my arms lift my thighs, I can’t hold my arms either.

The two patrolmen were furious and immediately took out their short birch sticks and swung them at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned when he practiced sword practice recently, and any weapon in his eyes turned into a sword.

Subconsciously, I want to dodge and then take the center line, giving the Japanese police an AOE range of damage.

But it suddenly dawned on him that this was not a battle with the Desert Emperor, but just two amateurs.

He ducked slightly to the side, his shot was like lightning, he easily grasped the short stick, grabbed it, and threw it away.

The short stick spun in the air, flew more than ten meters, and finally broke the window paper of the house with a "pop".

The people in that house were still watching the fun, but they didn't want to harm Chi Yu. They immediately wailed and turned around to go back to the house to get paper windows and re-paper them, otherwise they would freeze to death at night.

The two Japanese policemen took a step back in shock, and then stepped forward to push Zhao Chuanxin again.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't resist and just pushed him away.

Therefore, the two policemen tried their best to put on a fierce look, but carefully distanced themselves and took turns pushing Zhao Chuanxin forward.

Not long after, we arrived at the Otomari Town Police Department.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly raised his hand outside the Metropolitan Police Department.

The two policemen were startled: "Baga, Mao Min, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin just stretched his waist.

"..."

In fact, he took advantage of the opportunity of stretching to throw out Xingyue and Bronze Eyes, and inserted the eyes into the hidden place of the eaves.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the Metropolitan Police Department. Because there were many policemen here, the two Japanese policemen finally felt proud and proud. They pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said to their colleagues: "This Maoist is barbaric, disobedient, and openly walking on our streets." , everyone help subdue him and teach him a lesson."

"Inspection Jiangchuan, are you sure this is Mao Min? Mao Min is not that tall. Mao Min is ugly, but this man is very handsome."

Inspection is the lowest level of police in the Japan Metropolitan Police Department, equivalent to domestic patrol police.

"Wearing animal skins, what are we not furmen?"

Seven or eight Japanese police officers surrounded Zhao Chuanxin at the same time, holding short sticks in their hands and beating their palms.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and picked up an old-fashioned copper cotton ink-absorbing pen from the table.

One person was the first to hit Zhao Chuanxin with a short stick in his pocket.

Zhao Chuanxin's right foot was originally in front and his left foot behind. At this moment, his right foot suddenly withdrew, and the head of the short stick was smashed five centimeters in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin retracted his right foot, he stepped out again - lunge to fencing.

He was tall and had long arms, so even if he only held a ten thousand year pen, he still stabbed the Japanese policeman in the nose.

"Ow..."

The bridge of the Japanese policeman's nose was straightly crooked.

The rest of the police were confused.

I blanch...

A Japanese policeman behind him did not believe in evil and wanted to make a sneak attack.

Zhao Chuanxin's monster python turned over and stabbed flatly.

"Ow..."

Another person did not swing the stick, but used the short stick as a knife to stab Zhao Chuanxin in the waist.

Zhao Chuanxin used a secret move in Chinese swordsmanship - Chasing the Shape and Cutting the Pulse.

Raising his arm, Wannian strokes his hand.

He clamped the opponent's wrist.

If the Wannian Bi were a sword, this move would be able to cut off the opponent's wrist directly.

Even so, the tyrannical power also made the other party scream.

Someone was swinging a short stick horizontally, trying to sneak up on Zhao Chuanxin's temple from the side.

Zhao Chuanxin is like having eyes on the back of his head - he stabs his throat sideways.

They didn't know that what Zhao Chuanxin saw in his glasses was a 360-degree surrounding image.

"Uh...well..."

The short stick fell from his hands, and the attacking policeman clutched his throat and his eyes bulged.

The remaining policemen retreated in unison.

I'm going to blanch, I'm going to blanch... I've never seen a player using a ten-thousand-year pen as a sword.

"You, who exactly are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin held one hand behind his back and held the pen in his right hand like a sword hanging to one side. He was really a lonely master.

He raised his head and looked at the sky at a thirty-degree angle. The frost on his thick beard now turned into water droplets hanging on it: "The remaining blood is full of blood and the map is full of running, and the full blood of blood is playing the erhu. It's just nameless."