Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

It was when Morrison went to the bathroom that he saw the lights in the library were on.

His heart skipped a beat.

Because of the Gengzi Rebellion, Morrison was very vigilant and always kept a quick gun and a runner at home.

When he entered the library with his weapon in hand, he saw Zhao Chuanxin with his legs crossed and reading.

What Zhao Chuanxin was reading was the "Handbook of French Fashion" published in 1849.

It was very fascinating to watch. When Morrison came, Zhao Chuanxin didn't even raise his head. It can be called a contemporary example of cantilevering the head and stabbing the buttocks.

"Ahem..." Morrison put away his gun and said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Zhao, can you inform me in advance before coming next time?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyelids: "I'm very sorry for the sudden visit, but I will do the same next time."

"..."

Morrison pulled up his chair and sat down, curiously asking: "Can you read French?"

"Well, there are very few words in this world that can resist my words." Zhao Chuanxin said in a pretentious manner.

In fact, if Xingyue didn't work hard to translate for him, he would be able to understand a hammer.

But Morrison was a little convinced. It was said that Zhao Chuanxin was proficient in at least four languages ​​- Japanese, Korean, English and Chinese.

Adding more French is nothing.

Morrison coughed and looked at an account book on the table, with hints in his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to talk to him at first, but he was worried that it would hurt his enthusiasm for collecting books, so he lazily opened the account book and took a look.

Then there was a money bag in his hand, and with a slight twist from the inside, he accurately pulled out three gold coins with big eyes: "I'll reimburse you, and the rest should be treated as a tip."

Morrison: "..."

This was the first time he received a tip, and it was only a dime, which was very shabby.

If you pay 10%, wouldn’t you get three oceans?

Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Zhao Chuanxin asked doubtfully, "Why are you here if you don't go to bed? Do you want to chat with me?"

Morrison was pricking up his ears.

Because he heard the slight sound of turning books.

He was wondering in his heart, could there be someone else here?

"Ah...just go to sleep." Morrison stood up and left suspiciously.

Before leaving, he took a special look at the bookshelf area, only to vaguely see a slender shadow.

But, why is this projection dancing around like it has three heads and six arms?

Zhao Chuanxin took out the recliner, crossed his legs and opened the "Old God Codex" to refresh.

His hands unconsciously moved his movable teeth, watching the trivial daily life of the fearless pioneer.

It was just that Dudu was naughty and broke the glass. The craftsman wanted to teach Dudu a lesson but was stopped by the good old Fearless Pioneer.

The brother and sister went next door to listen to the refugees' stories about the most untold mysteries of the cursed desert.

The nobles of Rune City spread gossip in the safe haven of their pioneer partners. After slandering each other, they bought luxury goods and took them back to show off.

Zhao Chuanxin sent over several pieces of clothing, all of which were custom-made at a tailor shop in Rune City a few days ago. They are women's styles.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin exerted a little force and another tooth fell out.

"Bleach..."

He moved the surrounding teeth and found that all the teeth were beginning to loosen.

Isn’t this how children lose their teeth?

Teeth loss in the elderly occurs gradually.

But it seemed like he was going to lose it all in a few days.

How to eat?

After closing the "Old God Codex", Xingyue over there still had no intention of resting.

Zhao Chuanxin asked it: "What book are you reading?"

Xingyue said: I am looking for books related to mathematics. I want to calculate as many numbers as possible after the decimal point of π. The information I have found so far is the 707 digits calculated by British mathematician William Shanks. I am looking for his formula for calculating π.

"Then you go on, I'm going to sleep."

Zhao Chuanxin went back to his house.

It's just that his gums are always itchy. When sleeping, he sometimes licks with his tongue, and sometimes rubs the outside of his upper and lower lips with his hands, but it feels like scratching an itch, so he can't help but increase the intensity.

Licking and licking, licking and licking, rubbing and rubbing, rubbing and rubbing, finally the itching stopped. In the darkness, Zhao Chuanxin showed a relieved smile on his lips...

On the other side, Morrison had a nightmare.

In his dream, he dreamed of a three-headed and six-armed monster emerging from the library in the night with teeth and claws, setting up an awning outside his window and peering into the house.

Morrison knew that he was sleeping and that there were monsters outside, but he just couldn't wake up.

He shouted in his heart: Get up quickly, there is a demon.

No matter how much I scream, I can't wake up.

This feeling is both scary and uncomfortable.

It was so uncomfortable that I died.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Even if I open my eyes, it seems that the dream has not disappeared.

After another long while, he finally woke up completely.

He stood up immediately and turned on the light switch, put on his clothes, took off his shoes and went to get the gun from the drawer, then lit the lantern and walked cautiously towards the library.

When he arrived at the library, he turned on the lights first as usual.

Holding the pistol tightly in his hand, he patrolled the rows.

He could faintly hear rustling sounds, but every time he walked over, the sounds would shift again.

It was as if something was playing hide and seek with him.

This cycle went on and on, making Mo Lixun terrified and the hair on his hair stood on end.

A gust of cold wind blew from nowhere, and he shivered: "If there is anyone, I advise you to leave quickly. This place now belongs to Zhao Chuanxin. Yes, it is the God of War Zhao Chuanxin. If you dare to touch a book Just a picture, even a promotional page, and he will cut you into pieces. Don’t say he’s unpredictable. He knows black magic, spells, magical powers, fighting, firearms..."

He muttered it slowly, like chanting a mantra.

He circled around again and finally walked backwards out of the library.

But there was no lights out.

When he left, Xingyue moved from the top of the bookshelf, flexibly swinging her arms to prevent the monkey from coming down, and went to the book it had just turned to continue reading.

After reading a few more pages, Xingyue suddenly closed the book.

It stood still for about ten minutes before it took out the No. 13 ball that Zhao Chuanxin had given it, and turned the numbers on it with six hands at the same time.

According to the numerical sequence of π, it can dial about 3 digits per second on average.

314159265...

If it were Zhao Chuanxin, he would have been impatient for a long time.

However, Xingyue took no trouble and moved tirelessly in a stable state.

One hundred numbers, one thousand numbers, ten thousand numbers... When the number reaches fifty thousand, it is probably the time when people are sleeping deeply.

When the number 59999 is dialed, it is the darkest moment before dawn.

Sixty thousand numbers.

"Clap."

The No. 13 ball in Xingyue's hand suddenly opened as if a mechanism had been triggered.

Ball No. 13 broke into 13 fragments, with subtle inscriptions inside the fragments.

In addition, in front of Xingyue, 13 small balls that were originally floating suddenly fell.