Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

After eating and drinking, Zhao Chuanxin patted his belly and puffed out smoke.

The waiter had the discernment this time and hurriedly removed the napkins and messy cups and plates.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Maria: "Why do you always look at dead people? Don't be afraid of death. Everyone will die, but not everyone will survive."

Maria paused, took a sneak peek at Aristotle between her cigarettes, and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, what does it mean to have survived?"

Zhao Chuanxin revealed a row of new teeth that were so neat and so white that it made people tremble: "What do you know?"

"Sir, I can't shoot a gun, ride a horse, or even knit."

"You are young, don't be discouraged just because you don't know these three things." Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring and said, "After all, you are not the only ones who don't know these three things."

"..." Maria suddenly laughed: "Sir, can you give me some serious advice?"

Zhao Chuanxin sighed and put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray: "If I could help you succeed, would I still kill someone just because I evaded fares and came in for a meal?"

Maria couldn't stop laughing.

Aristotle was furious.

What the hell is this?

Is this woman crazy?

He is a murderer.

Jack the Ripper at least knew he had done something bad and hid it.

But what about this person? He killed people blatantly.

How can you talk and laugh with him?

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, buttoned up his buttons, and said to Maria: "I see that all aspects of your etiquette have been deeply rooted in your bones, but you are also a bit rebellious. At least you have a good background. Believe me, Maria, only those who work hard can Only people know..."

"Sir, what do people who have worked hard know?"

Zhao Chuanxin put the Humboldt hat on the corner of the chair back on his head: "Only those who have worked hard know how important background is."

"Chichi..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at her, which made Maria's heart tremble.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was clearly scared at first, but now she hoped that Zhao Chuanxin would not leave in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw a cello in the corner where a band had fled without taking it away. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Maria, do you know how to play the cello?"

These noble ladies have been influenced by art. Some can paint and some can play.

That's why Zhao Chuanxin asked this question.

Maria nodded: "Yes."

"Look, don't you have a specialty?" Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile, "Unlike me, my specialty is a specialty."

Maria blushed.

She got up and walked to the cello and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, what do you want to listen to?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'll hum a few words and see if I can pull it out."

Zhao Chuanxin hummed a few words.

Maria played the cello. Her skin was as white as snow, her mouth was a bit big, and she looked serious when playing the cello.

When she looked up, her big eyes reflected the tall figure of Zhao Chuanxin with his hands in his pockets.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and there were two beautiful arcs at the corners of her mouth.

Then, she was immersed in the sound of the music she played.

She just felt that this piece of music was mysterious and magnificent, solemn but melodious, so she lowered her head and played it carefully. When Zhao Chuanxin finished humming a few lines and she looked up again, Zhao Chuanxin had already pushed the door open and walked out.

She stood up suddenly, then sat down sadly and started playing again.

An excerpt from "Game of Thrones" was repeated by her repeatedly, becoming more and more passionate.

Outside, Zhao Chuanxin waved to the British guy who had been rude to him before but was still watching the excitement: "Come here."

The British guy looked around. Everyone was staying away from him, as if they were avoiding the plague. Only his big-wave wife didn't leave, but she also looked uneasy.

The British man held the side of the boat with one hand and held his wife's arm with the other. He was extremely nervous.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was not moving, he walked towards him.

The crew members waiting at the door of the restaurant were carrying rifles, but they dared not raise their guns.

But he warned: "Sir, don't go any further."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said without stopping, "What else?"

The crew was speechless.

In full view of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin came to the British guy, looked down at him and said, "Fuck, what did you say to me before?"

The Englishman murmured and did not dare to answer.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly threw an uppercut.

The British man was knocked stiff by a punch and immediately fell down in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on his chest and began to loosen his belt.

His wife covered her face with black leather gloves and screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of gentleness, and he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on Da Lang's face: "Sister-in-law, don't be stupid, I never hit a woman."

Just when the woman silenced her voice, Zhao Chuanxin slapped her away with his backhand.

Snapped……

The woman was slapped to the ground and her screams stopped abruptly.

People around: "..."

Big Wave covered his face: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin untied his restraints.

Wow...

The British guy on the ground was stirred by the heat and woke up.

After discovering what was going on, his eyes immediately became bloodshot.

This is simply a disgrace.

He struggled hard, but Zhao Chuanxin's forty-three-yard feet prevented him from moving at all.

Zhao Chuanxin trembled.

After cleaning himself up, he let go of his legs.

The British man on the ground was so drunk that he had forgotten the horror of life and death. He got up from the ground and let out a roar that would make even the stormy winds and waves of the North Atlantic in January feel inferior.

Then he rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned, bent his knees, bounced, stood firmly on the side of the ship, then leaned back and jumped.

Taking out the soft gold armor in mid-air, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his gloves and put it in. Before falling into the sea, the soft gold armor completed closing.

poof...

Everyone was in an uproar and hurriedly gathered beside the side of the ship to look down.

In the rough sea, where is the Chinese figure?

The British were ashamed and angry.

He looked at the crowd and felt that everyone's eyes were gleaming with ridicule, and he felt that everyone had bad intentions.

He ran to the side of the boat and looked back at his wife.

The big wave seemed to have noticed his intention, and climbed up from the deck. When the man put one leg on the side of the ship, he hugged him and pulled him back with all his strength: "Don't..."

The British man was stunned and pulled back by his anxious wife.

He sat slumped on the deck, sighing as if he had lost his soul.

In full view of everyone, he was about to collapse after being slapped in the face.

Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated.

He suddenly understood this truth.

But how many people in this world feel the same way?

It's none of my business to look at the guests around me, but I don't think there's anything wrong with my attitude. It's still the same as before who should be looked down upon, as long as things don't fall on me.