Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

"Come again, come again."

"This little bit is not enough to fill the gap between your teeth. Continue."

"There's still half a bottle of wine, why are you searching so hard?"

"Naoko Yuka, I'm not telling you to be generous when you go out to hang out. Don't you think it's too stingy for you to be so mean?"

Naoko Yuka was drowsy and her eyes were hazy.

She murmured: "I, I can't move anymore."

One lick once, but you can't stand it many times.

The more you lick, the stronger the medicine becomes!

"What? Kuai doesn't move?" Zhao Chuanxin simply grabbed the spoon and picked up the wine glass: "It doesn't matter if Kuai doesn't move. Give it to me and I'll feed you."

Ah, open your mouth. "

At this time, Naoko Yuka was completely confused.

She opened her mouth obediently, and Zhao Chuanxin took a large spoonful and fed it to her to swallow.

After taking this spoonful, Naoko Yuka's body swayed...

Completely passed out.

Zhao Chuanxin put down his spoon and wine glass, and removed all the thick wine from the space.

"You still want to drug me?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the unconscious Naoko Yuxiang and sneered.

Kicking Naoko Yuxiang into the bed, Zhao Chuanxin got dressed and went out.

Just now, he didn't act so leisurely.

After Naoko Yuka ran out, he followed quietly.

When he came to the contact person again, Zhao Chuanxin knocked on the door.

"Yuka? Come in!"

He was speaking in Japanese, and Zhao Chuanxin's Japanese level was 0.1, which was limited to Chibi Maruko-chan's "his aunt" and Lola Takizawa's "flax fall", and then there was what Mariko Takano shouted to Zhao Chuanxin when they parted. Four grams with soda.”

But he pretended to understand and pushed the door open.

Everyone in the room was shocked when they saw it was Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin asked cheerfully: "What about that? Excuse me, do you still have that kind of thick red wine? I drank one bottle, but I didn't have enough!"

"..."

The man's body began to tremble, and his hands secretly moved somewhere.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the insect silk scarf floated away.

At the joint, the eyes were dazzled, the hands were empty, and nothing was touched.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to ask: "Is there any anymore? Naoko Yuxiang said, you have that kind of sweet, thick red wine here, the kind that can pull strings when poured out, and you can also see a little dregs and powder, stir it in It’s delicious when mixed together.”

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin simply stepped forward, pulled up a chair and sat on it.

The insect silk scarf rolled a Type 26 revolver into his hand.

"Eh? Isn't this a pistol? This thing is too dangerous. This kind of danger is not something you should bear at your age. It's better for me to hold it for you."

I thought that the big peach would be happy with the British guy's bulky runner for a long time, and I was envious of it for a long time. This little Japanese runner gave me this little Japanese runner.

The contact person was trembling and wanted to get violent and hurt someone, but thinking of Zhao Chuanxin's past achievements and legends, he really couldn't muster the courage.

But just sitting like this is not an option.

He said in blunt Chinese: "I wonder, is there some misunderstanding?"

"Yes, there must be a misunderstanding. Tell me everything you know, and the misunderstanding should be resolved."

Zhao Chuanxin naturally doesn't understand martial arts. His only advantage is his quick hands.

He took out the elf carving knife and stabbed it quickly.

The contact person didn't respond.

My eyes blurred and my shoulders hurt.

Zhao Chuanxin warned: "Don't move and don't shout, otherwise you will understand."

The connector really didn't dare to move. He gritted his teeth and sweat dropped heavily.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

This mouth is much tougher than that of the big guy from the US Marine Corps.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and stabbed again.

"Well……"

The elf carving knife was so sharp that every time it penetrated, the person who connected it felt painful.

He groaned, suddenly stood up, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, grabbed the back of the chair, and swung it from bottom to top.

He spared no effort, and the wooden chair cracked into pieces.

The joints were bruised and bleeding, and they lay exhausted on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the connector up like a chicken, put him on the bed, and patted his cheek: "Can you talk now?"

"I have no idea!"

"It's so damned. Even if you're dead, you still have a hard mouth. You won't say it, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin took the elf carving knife. Before the knife was fully drawn out, the first inch of the knife showed its edge.

After fixing the size, it fell like raindrops on the connector.

A moment full of holes.

He wanted to scream, but Zhao Chuanxin casually stuffed the rag used for wiping pots in the space into his mouth.

Ignoring the taste of pot water in his mouth, the man was in agony.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "To say it or not to say it?"

The other party nodded sharply.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the rag.

"We received news from a businessman saying that he might have seen you. After investigation, we found that Xuantian Sect was established with funding from Lugang Town. We will wait for you at the port and take the boat with you. There are three people in total, and I There were two women.”

Upon hearing about the businessman, Zhao Chuanxin asked, "What's that businessman's name?"

"Haiguang!"

Sure enough, if you go out to hang out, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

However, Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously.

Before discovering it, it is best not to cause trouble. But when trouble comes, he is never afraid.

It’s just that next time he sees Zena Keith, he won’t avoid it and will insist on getting some interest back.

"Why did Chao Haiguang tell you?"

"He thinks that you stole food from Kobe Suzuki Trading Company. For this reason, he was investigated and demoted, so he holds a grudge."

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't mention the bank matter.

Whether there is food or not is a small problem. As for those who hate him, there are too many, too many to list, and this one is not missing.

"Which cabin does the man named Wang who sold you the medicine live in?"

"Poop, the last cabin."

Nodding with satisfaction, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Do you want to die or live?"

There is no doubt about this. The contact person's eyes showed a strong desire to survive: "I want to live, I want to live."

"Well, go to hell."

A little bit of red stunt!

The contact person still had a look of astonishment on his face until he died.

After he secretly threw the man's body into the sea, he suddenly remembered something.

He only asked about the whereabouts of the traitor named Wang, but he hadn't asked about the whereabouts of the fat Japanese girl yet?

It's just that that person looked so much like a sumo wrestler that he subconsciously wanted to stay away.

He sneaked into the last cabin of the poop and heard snoring coming from inside.

"Damn it, everyone except me, Zhao Chuanxin, who can sleep so soundly after doing bad things, should all deserve to die!"

Use the elf carving knife to break the lock of the hatch and push the door open.

Don't fight, just carve a little.

The aquarium in the sea has more fertilizer.

The past two years have taught him a truth: there will always be traitors and treacherous Chinese.