Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know at this time that the good thing he had done had happened.

The reason why it took so long for the bank to explode is also due to the recent dismal performance of Yokohama Shokin Bank. There are not many people handling business, and the bank is sparse.

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin will arrive in The Hague soon and has a sufficient alibi.

At the beginning, he was worried that Yokohama Shokin Bank would close down, so he did not kill the goose to lay eggs. In fact, he left some room for it.

He has to go every three or five for follow-up visits.

In short, if you are short of pocket money, go and withdraw it.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the Misty Traveler and ran south along the coastline from New York. He first arrived in New Jersey. He felt that it was too close to New York, so he went to Dayang City, Wilmington, and Charleston.

Because when running along the coast, the road is smooth, either in the shallow sea area or running on the beach. He is just watching, so he is extremely fast.

The newly modified soft gold armor has good sealing properties and is not afraid of water. If there are people or ships nearby, he will dive directly into the water and walk through it to take shelter.

He traveled across from Jacksonville, specifically avoiding Miami.

Passing through Mississippi and St. Louis.

Passed through Houston and Texas, and stayed in Texas for a long time, wandering along the Rio Grande and Bakers rivers. It's not because there is braised chicken here... I just feel that the winter here is warm, the places near the sea are tidal, the inland is dry, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. When you rest, you can wander around according to your mood.

In fact, there were several vacation spots that caught his heart along the way, such as North Carolina, South Carolina and Texas. The difference was that the former had dense forest cover, while the latter had endless grasslands.

Running along the seaside, despite his fast speed, Zhao Chuanxin went to Dezhou for two rounds and it was already past six o'clock in the evening.

Except for eating some crepes in the morning, he hadn't eaten anything all day long. He wanted to go back home, but Xingyue said: "It's windy here and there will be hurricanes. It's not a good place for you to rest. In my opinion, Let’s go further south.”

Zhao Chuanxin muttered: "It's as if I really have a choice."

The energy fluctuations and convergence rune fragments can only be used once by one person, and they are still random.

Having said that, he still trusted Xingyue. He turned his head south, entered the Gulf of Mexico at the border, and went south along the coastline, arriving at a place where neither he nor Xingyue knew the name and landed.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was already hungry and pressed his chest against his back: "Zhuo, I can't run away any more today!"

Xingyue persuaded: "Keep it up, I think the environment here is good. Walk west. When your sleepiness reaches its peak and then rest, the jet lag will naturally reverse."

It's quite interesting that Zhao Chuanxin didn't have the time to persevere and persevere even during the war.

At this time, he gritted his teeth and moved forward, forward, and forward again.

The stars in the night sky here are chubby, and they make all the bellies appear round in the thick night sky.

But the man who is full does not know that the man who is hungry is hungry. He does not know that where they shine there is a hungry man who is about to collapse from exhaustion.

Zhao Chuanxin ran and ran, and finally came to a small house with white walls, red tiles, and a low stone wall. He took off his soft gold armor, accepted the Misty Traveler, and climbed up the low wall exhausted physically and mentally. Go in.

The house was dark and uninviting, and he planned to rest here tonight.

But as soon as he jumped in, he saw a dark, round shadow sitting on the stone steps outside the door.

Xingyue's lack of warning meant that there was no danger. Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of ghosts and gods, because he extremely suspected that ghosts and gods might not be his opponents...

So, he put on his glasses and looked through the night vision function, and saw a chubby boy with obvious Latino features sitting there.

The appearance of Zhao Chuanxin seemed to frighten the child.

Zhao Chuanxin thought he would scream and run away.

But the little fat man didn't move.

Zhao Chuanxin was too tired, so he walked slowly to the stone steps and sat down next to the little fat man: "Son, do you think I look like a human or a god?"

"&%￥@..." The little fat man muttered.

Zhao Chuanxin could probably tell that he was speaking Spanish, but he didn't know what he meant.

Most Latin Americans speak Spanish.

He asked Xingyue without hesitation: "What did he say?"

Xingyue's voice whispered in his ears: "I don't know."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Xingyue explained: "I have never learned it, how could I be born knowing it?"

Zhao Chuanxin ignored the dirt on the ground, threw his head back and stretched himself viciously.

The little fat man next to him didn't stop talking from the moment he opened his mouth, muttering to Zhao Chuanxin very fast.

Zhao Chuanxin half-squinted his eyes: "Yeah, yes, you are right."

“%￥#*&……”

"I think so too."

"&%￥*……"

"I think there's nothing wrong with us chatting all night."

Two people talk like chickens and ducks.

The little fat man not only talked, but also gestured.

He gradually became excited, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he spread his hands as if describing something very big. Then he looked frustrated, looked up at the stars, gently touched his fat face, and finally scratched his chest. He made the sign of the cross, seemed to mutter a few prayers, then bit his fingers and stared blankly.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Are you afraid that he is not the stupid son of a landlord?

Along the way, the people he saw were all dark and thin. Except for well-dressed people, few could look so rich.

Xingyue said: "The human brain is very powerful, but its biggest flaw is that it cannot remember illogical content, but I can."

"You're awesome, aren't you?" Zhao Chuanxin said perfunctorily.

If it were anyone else, it would definitely be strange to hear him talking to himself, especially at night.

But the little fat man didn't. He was not afraid at all. He seemed to think that Zhao Chuanxin was very happy to talk to him, and he danced and talked endlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even want to say anything at this moment.

His stomach began to growl.

The little fat man's words were interrupted by the sound of a drum beating in Zhao Chuanxin's belly.

The little fat man patted his belly, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin's belly, shook his hand, with a fearful and unbearable expression on his face, and finally reached into his arms and took out a paper bag.

Opening the paper bag wrapped in layers, Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head and saw in the faint light that there was a golden hard pancake inside the paper bag, filled with meat fillings, chili peppers and a little sauce.

The little fat man swallowed his saliva, then reluctantly handed the pancake to Zhao Chuanxin, winking at the same time, nodding seriously, mumbling in his mouth, and waving his free left hand.

Zhao Chuanxin took the hard yellow pancake suspiciously, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Well, at least it’s not shit…

Zhao Chuanxin was hungry, but at the same time he was sleepy and tired, so he didn't want to cook.

He took a bite. The taste was a bit strange, but not unpleasant. It was very spicy.

The pancakes are made of corn, and the meat filling seems to be chicken, but it's very raw, far inferior to the fat and tender native chickens eaten outside the customs.

But the red sauce is pretty good.