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 live."
Mary Ya paused, took a peek at Aristotle between her cigarettes, and asked Zhao Chuanxin, "Sir, what does it mean to have survived?"
Zhao Chuanxin revealed a row of neat and tidy clothes. "What can you do?" "Sir, I can't shoot, ride a horse, or even knit a sweater."
" You're young, don't be discouraged just because you don't know these three things." Zhao Chuanxin puffed out a smoke ring and said, "After all, you are not the only one who doesn't know these three things."
"Mary. Ya suddenly laughed, "Sir, can you give me serious advice?"
Zhao Chuanxin sighed and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "If I can give you advice to succeed, then I will do it because Will someone die if you evade the fare and come 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 that he had done bad things and kept it hidden.
But this man 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 act a little rebellious, but at least you have a good background. Believe me, Maria, only those who have worked hard will know."
"Sir, what do people who work hard know?"
Zhao Chuan Xin 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."
"Chi Chi"
Zhao Chuan Xin 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 band in the corner escaping without taking away the cello. His eyes suddenly lit up, "Maria, do you know how to play the cello?"
These Ladies, after peeing, they 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 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, "Let me hum a few words and see if you can play it out." "
Zhao Chuanxin hummed a few words.
Maria played the cello, her skin was whiteHis face looks like snow, his mouth is a bit big, and he looks serious when he plays 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, she looked up again, and Zhao Chuanxin had already opened the door and walked in. out.
She stood up suddenly, sat down sadly, and played again.
An excerpt from a gaofthrones song, which she pulled 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 She stayed far away from him, as if she was avoiding the god of 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.
Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was not moving, so he walked towards him.
The crew members waiting at the door of the restaurant were carrying rifles, but they dared not raise the muzzle.
But he still warned, "Sir, don't go any further."
Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and kept saying, "Otherwise"
The crew was speechless.
In full view of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin came to the British guy, looked down at him and said, "Damn it, Faker, what did you say to me before?"
The British guy mumbled no. Dare to answer.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly threw an uppercut.
The British guy was punched hard and fell down immediately.
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 reached 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."
That's it. When the woman stopped talking, Zhao Chuanxin slapped her away with his backhand.
Pa
The woman was slapped to the ground, and her screams stopped abruptly.
People around him ""
Big waves covered their faces ""
Zhao Chuanxin released his restraints.
Wow
The British guy on the ground was aroused by the heat and woke up.
After discovering what happened, 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 guy on the ground was so choked that he had forgotten the great horror between life and death. He got up from the ground and uttered a sound that was even worse than the stormy waves of the North Atlantic in January.The roar of resignation.
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.
Plop
Everyone was in an uproar and hurriedly gathered at the side of the ship to look down.
In the rough sea, where is the Chinese figure?
The British man was 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 be aware of his intentions. He climbed up from the deck, hugged the man when he had one leg on the side of the ship, and pulled him back with all his strength." "No"
The British man was stunned to be pulled back by his anxious wife.
He sat dejectedly 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 is none of their business to look at the guests around them, but they don’t feel that there is anything wrong with their attitude. On oneself.
If you use history as a mirror, you may not know the ups and downs; if you use people as a mirror, you may not know the gains and losses.
After Zhao Chuanxin entered the water, he sneaked out of the range of the Lusitania before rising to the surface and speeding eastward on the Ethereal Traveler.
His soft gold armor can be sealed, but the oxygen stored for breathing is limited, and his diving time is only slightly longer than normal diving.
He seemed to be out of that "belt", and the waves were no longer so fast.
I ran from six o'clock in the evening to about midnight, saw a cargo ship carrying ore, and went to sleep.
At this point, it’s almost thirteen hours of pure travel time.
Zhao Chuanxin was exhausted both physically and mentally, so he found a safe place to sacrifice himself under the protection of the stars and the moon, and fell asleep.
After sleeping for about six hours, he woke up.
After waking up, I took out the egg pudding, chicken rolls, mille-feuille and salmon mayonnaise wrapped in bread that I took away from the first-class restaurant of the Lusitania yesterday and heated them up for a meal.
He sat cross-legged in the cabin of the cargo ship and took out the Old God Codex to refresh his progress.
Zhao Chuanxin was moved by his hard work.
"In this era, except Zhao, who else has such a cantilevered, conical, and thorny spirit?"
I walked to the edge of the bandit land, and there was a tree standing in the desert. There was a dead tree with a hanging bag hanging upside down on the branches of the dead tree. The strange hanging bag looked like a beehive, which made me dare not act rashly.
Curiosity drove me closer. At this time, rolling bags appeared on the sand. I took out the net cautiously, thinking it was another kowtowing bug, but I saw a weird and fat bug with its butt sticking out of the sand.
With the copy net in hand, I wasn’t too worried, but there was a smell blowing in the wind.
It was already too late when I held my breath. I just felt the sand in front of me rising up and pouring into the blue sky. Faintly, the sand formed the image of the God of Spiritual Tribulation in the sky. The God of Spiritual Tribulation roared at me. I vaguely saw the female hunter of Hongdao behind the God of Spiritual Tribulation. Her eyes were full of hatred. Although she did not speak, I Knowing that she is looking for the female monk from Hongdao, she wants to seek revenge from her.
Zhao Chuanxin believes that the odor emitted by the bugs’ butts in the sand has a hallucinogenic effect. These are all hallucinations produced by the fearless pioneers.
I couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
My hand seemed to have touched something soft. I looked up and looked carefully, and found that it was actually the Hongdao nun, and the softness I touched was actually hers
Zhao Chuanxin, my child, you are most likely thirsty.
I tried a little harder, then harder, then harder. The Hongdao female monk was retreating, and I followed her step by step.
The things in front of me suddenly disappeared, the sand was still sand, and I had already walked to the dead tree and pinched the hanging bag hanging on the dead tree. After the hanging bag was damaged, sticky liquid and tiny particles fell down. of seeds. So, that is not the Hongdao female monk at all, everything is my imagination.
Countless fart bugs burrowed out of the sand and swallowed the mucus spilled from the sling. When they squirmed, the seeds in the sling were buried deep into the sand.
When I looked back, I was shocked to find that I had not just broken one hanging bag, but all the hanging bags on the dead trees.
Just when my body was about to expel toxins, new fart bugs would release toxins, forcing me to complete the journey without realizing it.
I hurried away from the dead wood area, but heard a conversation in front of me.
I saw two people wearing sand bandit robes digging in the sand and digging out the condensed sand shells of the kowtow beetles.
They put the sand shells into bags on their backs.
The tall sand bandit said that with today’s kowtow beetle sand shells, I have enough materials to build a house.
The short sand pirate said you are so lucky, you can get married and have children, but I am still far behind.
I think they are very smart. The kowtow worm sand shell is hollow and lighter than stone bricks. Building high towers with sand shells can also reduce the use of mushroom slime.
The residents of Rune Desert have always hated the sand pirates and considered them extremely vicious.
But I saw these two sand bandits today. They were no different from ordinary people. They were also working hard all day long to build houses, marry wives and have children.
I followed the two sand pirates and listened to their chatter. Apart from food, clothing, shelter and transportation, they did not talk about the evil deeds of robbing traveling merchants.
I can't be sure, they areI have never done this kind of thing before, so I simply avoid talking about it.
There are underground rivers deep underground in the Cursed Desert, but not everyone has the strength to dig deep into the quicksand. Even if a deep well is dug, the sand walls bonded with mushroom mucus may collapse due to moisture erosion all year round. , many times, this kind of collapse is a disaster for a tribe.
The two sand bandits ran out of drinking water, and they headed back home soon.
I followed them from a distance, wearing a cloak of shadow as the sun sank into the distant rolling dunes.
Finally, I followed them to the land of thieves.
I stood on a sand dune, and under the still light of the sky, I saw an unusually huge skeleton that looked like a mountain. In the gaps between the bones, the group of thieves used thinner bones as frames to build sand walls on the outside where they were easily eroded by strong winds, and used various fabrics to build tents on the inside.
Come here, the unwillingness and roar of the gods echo every night.
I saw many bone pillars like the trunks of towering trees. The tallest one hung a flag fluttering in the wind. On the flag was a very ferocious black dragon full of anger.
The flag has been riddled with holes by the wind and sand, so one of the black dragon's legs is missing, the black dragon's sharp jaw is broken, and the black dragon's dark armor seems to have been pierced by countless sharp arrows. , it seems to be surrounded by enemies and is left alone and brave, but it still wants to fight to the end.
But the group of thieves under that ferocious flag seemed extremely peaceful at this time. There was no sign that they were the kind of villains that the residents of Rune City said were human flesh-eaters. They also eat common desert beans and giant beetle jerky. They cherish water more than the residents of Rune City. They even use fine sand to rub their hands and faces instead of water, but this makes the skin on their hands chapped due to lack of water. .
The descendants of the nobles once told me that the entrance to the sound-absorbing cold iron mine is in the center of the land of thieves, and is guarded by a large number of desert rangers.
The strength of the Desert Rangers is roughly equivalent to that of the explorers of Middle-earth.
The descendants of the nobles also said that each sand pirate tribe is led by a black dragon knight who leads many desert rangers and ordinary sand pirates, and the leader of the group of thieves leads all sand pirate tribes under the bones of the gods. The Black Dragon Knights each have unique skills, and their strength is not weaker than the fearless vanguard of Middle-earth.
So, this is a dangerous mission, and I have to be very alert.
Although I was wearing a cloak of shadow and it was dark at this time, I still carefully tried to find a deserted place to walk under the bones of God.
On the way, I saw the place where the black dragon rested. It was cleaned even cleaner than ordinary people's homes.
Suddenly, the black dragon raised his head and looked towards me doubtfully.
I didn’t dare to breathe, so I secretly put desert roots on the soles of my shoes to slow down the breathing.The vibration when I walk. After all, the black dragon is a creature with poor vision but keen senses of hearing, smell, and touch.
I bypassed the black dragon without any danger, and after walking for a long time, I arrived at the center of the bandit place.
Sure enough, there was a dark hole there.
The entrance to the cave is supported by a circle of giant beetle shells, surrounded by desert rangers wearing tight black robes and carrying various weapons.
This gave me the excitement and pleasure of taking things without telling anyone in front of everyone.
Zhao Chuanxin was so embarrassed that he had indeed trained a habitual thief.
Just as I was chuckling, a Desert Ranger with a mechanical prosthetic eye suddenly shouted to me who was there
I was shocked
End of this chapter
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