Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The two men of the Headless Knights, they still don't understand one thing at this time: they came well, but they probably won't be able to go back in one piece.

The short and stocky man sneered: "Headed Horseman? I can make you headless. Someone's head has disappeared before. Do you want to try?"

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin smiled at him: "I have only experienced the feeling of my head flying once when I have grown up. It would be interesting to experience it again."

Short and stocky man: "..."

The shoemaker tugged at the sleeves of Zhao Chuanxin's coat in shock, and whispered: "Go quickly, don't provoke them, they really dare to kill people."

The tall and lanky man smiled grimly: "You should listen to old Frank, Chinaman. For the sake of your own life, you should listen to him."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Old Frank on the shoulder: "Man, go and pour me a cup of coffee. Let's use the coffee as a substitute for wine and let you see what it means for Guan Yu to warm the wine and kill Hua Tuo."

With all the things in front of him, Hua Tuo's martial arts value is only that of practicing Wu Qin Xi.

The tall man smiled evilly and moved forward, his hands naturally touching his waist.

Zhao Chuanxin's figure flashed, and his straight punch came instantly.

boom.

Lian Kun bumped.

boom.

The tall and lanky man flew out in shock, knocking the short and stocky man off his feet.

"Damn it, Fak'er..." The short and stocky man was shocked. After standing firm, he also touched his waist.

This guy is also a talent. He looked up at Zhao Chuanxin, then looked down at his waist, then looked up and looked down...

Terrified.

Zhao Chuanxin was unhurried and wanted to see what he was paying for.

The coat was lifted up and the hem of the suit was opened, revealing the outline of a short sword.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin: "Just let you touch it for a long time?"

The stocky man was even more panicked.

He was holding the handle of the knife, and just an inch after he pulled it out of the leather sheath, his wrist was held down by a big hand.

Can't pull it out...

The scene was awkward for a while.

Old Frank's reading glasses behind the counter seemed to be hanging on the ground, so he quickly stabilized them and took a closer look.

I saw that the short and sturdy man was unable to draw the knife and wanted to reach out to grab Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his elbow, sealed his arm, and followed the trend with an uppercut.

The short man's head was thrown back after being hit, and he rolled his eyes.

The usual trick of these people is to have someone enter the door and someone to guard outside, preventing anyone from escaping and also serving as a sentinel.

The man outside heard the noise and turned around. He was shocked when he saw his two companions knocked to the ground. He also reached for the knife immediately.

What is the Headless Knights? Why not call them - the Sword-Touching Group when something happens.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at the man outside through the door and gave him a hook.

The man originally wanted to push the door open, but when he saw the unarmed Zhao Chuanxin hooking his hand at him, the man was restrained instead and stood there motionless, daring not to move.

If he doesn't come, Zhao Chuanxin will go out.

When he opened the door, the man turned around and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and ignored the man because he was not out of Xingyue's monitoring range.

With one hand in each hand, he picked up the collars of the two of them and walked out of the shoemaker's shop.

The shoemaker adjusted his glasses, opened his mouth, and hurried out.

Shocked by the cold ground outside, the two men recovered from their dazed state.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "Now that you're awake, why are you still lying on the ground and not getting up? Is it because you don't like standing and being beaten?"

Two people: "..."

The commotion here attracted neighbors to come out to watch the fun.

They are so familiar with these two people. They come to collect protection fees every month. Occasionally, they will go into the store to steal things without paying. They cut off the head of old Charlieson, who was in the funeral business. Who are they? The police knew the murderer, but they still couldn't solve the case.

Everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

Today, these two guys were unlucky.

The tall and thin man suddenly drew his knife and wanted to stab Zhao Chuanxin's right leg, causing a cry of surprise.

Zhao Chuanxin held his cigar between his legs and raised his legs lightly, avoiding the attack, and then volleyed.

boom!

The tall and thin man's teeth were spattered, the loose skin on his face was trembling, his head was shaking, and his pupils were out of focus.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and stretched out his hand: "Here comes the sword!"

The eight-collar lightsaber is in hand.

"The Headless Horseman, right? I'll make you live up to your name today."

Swish!

The tall and lanky man's head flew up.

A burst of hot blood sprayed all over the short man's head and face.

He shuddered violently, put his hands on the ground, and ran back quickly. The buttons of his vest and shirt were finally opened by his big belly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, my friend will not let go." you……"

He suddenly turned over and was about to run away when Zhao Chuanxin held up his lightsaber and struck him on the crook of his leg with the back of the sword.

The short and stocky man knelt down with a bang.

"Your friend, right?"

"Revenge, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eight-collar lightsaber high and swung it down like the legendary headless horseman.

The short, stout man had runny nose and burst into tears: "No, no, please show mercy and don't kill me..."

He has always shown off his power, how could he ever be so embarrassed and weak at this moment?

The people around him looked breathless, pursed their lips tightly, and stared at the short and stocky man.

laugh……

There was snow and blood on the ground.

The combination of blood and snow is shocking.

call……

Zhao Chuanxin sometimes felt that the war had gradually distorted his psychology.

Recently, he has always been violent in his heart, and if he doesn't vent it, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

Seeing this scene, all the pores in his body were opened. It was more enjoyable than sleeping in bed, drinking, eating meat and smoking.

Blanch...I haven't killed anyone for a long time!

But the people around me are different.

They let out bursts of exclamations, feeling both happy and a little scared.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the hilt of the sword with his thumb and four fingers, and the lightsaber spun, and the blood steamed and flew away.

He put away his lightsaber, looked around, flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "Put my words out. From now on, in this three-acre area of ​​North Tarrytown, no protection fees are allowed, no homes are robbed. Every year I Always come and check in once or twice.”

Old Frank, the shoemaker, asked: "Sir, what is your name?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at him, went into the house to get his hat, and told Old Frank: "Man, repair my boots and I'll pick them up later. I have something to do at nine o'clock, so hurry up."

After that, he put on his Humboldt hat and spat at the headless corpse on the ground: "Boil your mother, who told you to wear the same hat as me?"

Everyone: "..."

Freddie Pavitt bought him the hat.

The result was a hit in shirts... no, a hit in hats.

The direction Zhao Chuanxin walked was also the hiding place of the escaped man.

In fact, he didn't run far, he kept hiding in the dark and quietly observing.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin beheading his companions, he was so frightened that his body was reduced to chaff and his eyes were bloodshot.

Without the anger of his teammates being killed, it was just pure fear.