The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin's arms were far less thick than this man's.

But his hand was like steel, firmly grasping the American soldier's arm.

An ordinary person would probably ask Zhao Chuanxin to let go.

But the American devils are here to carry out assassinations. Do they require the target not to resist?

There was something wrong in his heart, and he couldn't say anything.

I can only secretly take my luck and try to struggle away.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move, and his wrists hurt from being pinched.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "How? I'm just saying, you have such dead strength and dead muscles, it's hard to use."

The American soldier's forehead was covered in sweat, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

He squeaked hard like an old cow.

Then, suddenly Zhao Chuanxin let go.

The man used too much force and slammed into the guardrail, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

The other party was also a little confused.

The scene was awkward for a while.

The American was about to bend down to pick up the dagger, but he saw a silk scarf, which came to life and rolled up the dagger, gliding on the ground, wrapped around Zhao Chuanxin's leg from bottom to top, and in a moment it was in Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

"Haha, it turns out you're not showing off your muscles with me."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the silk scarf floated up, instantly wrapping around the other person's eyes.

The sky was already dim, and the man's eyes went dark again.

Immediate panic.

He was dancing and felt his abdomen feel cold at first and then painful.

I reached out and touched it. It was warm, wet, sticky, and it was blood!

Zhao Chuanxin waved and the silk scarf floated back.

The American soldier may look very strong, but after just one moment, he lost all his strength.

It was worse than the reaction of ordinary people after being injured.

Leaning against the fence, his eyes were full of panic.

"Don't be afraid, you won't be dead for a while. Tell me, who sent you here?"

Spies at this time were far less professional than later generations. The methods of spying and assassination are still very unfamiliar.

For example, in Japan, because of the lack of individual capabilities, they developed nationwide spies to penetrate everywhere.

And the Americans are even worse spies. You came to assassinate me with a dagger?

Being stabbed, the fear of death, and the possibility of facing a more brutal forced confession, caused this man to collapse.

Without hesitation, he said: "I said, I said, I am an American. We received news that you went to Hong Kong Island. After investigation, we waited at the port, waiting for you to leave, and then we boarded the ship with you and assassinated you."

"Then why don't you use a gun?"

"..." The American soldier covered his abdomen and said in horror: "The gun is too long and is not easy to carry."

"No pistol?"

Want to get to the bottom of this matter?

"No, I'm from the Admiralty and only have Springfield rifles."

A Springfield rifle is a Springfield rifle.

Once again, it was proved that without artillery fire, the Lugang Town Insurance Team's current combat power was unparalleled.

Not only are they equipped with the best individual weapons in the world, but they are also well-trained!

Do not believe?

The spy in front of me needs a knife to assassinate him.

Very funny.

Just use a knife, he's a big guy and a very skilled guy.

Zhao Chuanxin played with this exquisitely crafted dagger and asked, "Is there anyone else?"

"There is no one left in the United States but myself."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyes: "You mean, are there other countries?"

"When I was keeping tabs on the port, I saw Japanese assassins. I am very sure that they must be assassins."

Zhao Chuanxin knew what he was doing and asked, "Is there anything else I want to confess to? If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be stern."

The man was speechless and seemed unable to come up with any useful information, so he had to make up his mind and said: "And we, our navy plans to use battleships to patrol the world tomorrow. And, and..."

It's not coming out yet.

Zhao Chuanxin could tell that this person was half-assed.

With two dead mice hanging on his waist, he came here to pretend to be a hunter.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I don't like to see bloody scenes. It's too scary. Just close your eyes and I'll take care of it for you."

The other party thought that Zhao Chuanxin was going to treat his wound. Although he was confused as to why he had to close his eyes, he felt that since the situation was like this, there was no need to do anything unnecessary if he wanted to kill him.

So he obeyed and closed his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife and stabbed it.

The indestructible elf carving knife penetrated silently.

A little bit of popularity outside the customs is definitely not a wasted reputation!

When the man made no sound at all, Zhao Chuanxin looked up to the sky and sighed: "Hey, I am too compassionate and can't bear to see others suffer! From today on, I, Zhao Chuanxin, will make a great ambition - if the United States is not empty, I vow not to Become a Buddha!”

With that said, he threw the body into the sea.

Then I looked around. Because of the cover of night, no one noticed what was going on here.

He casually rubbed the blood dripping on the deck with the sole of his shoe. The bright red color was still there, but it had dried quickly.

That's it. He was very confused and turned back to his cabin.

Originally, he took off his Fortitude Armor after getting on the ship. After experiencing this incident and hearing that there were Japanese assassins, he wore the Fortitude Armor inside again.

On the way to the restaurant, he recalled the words of the half-baked spy.

Will the United States use battleships to cruise around the world next year?

There seems to be such a thing.

How much?

There seem to be 16 ships, which will make little Japan, which is always clamoring with the United States, lose its temper.

At present, he still can't figure out what he can do to calm these arrogant Americans.

There are too many plans for next year, let’s talk about it then.

It seems that I won’t even think about becoming a Buddha for a while.

I thought about the restaurant randomly.

Zhao Chuanxin ordered the meal and sat down to eat.

Halfway through the meal, a plump and swollen woman sat down next to Zhao Chuanxin.

Her hair is modeled after the Tang Dynasty bun, with protrusions on both sides. You can tell she is Japanese just by looking at her clothes.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes.

"What are you doing? Who asked you to sit here?"

The woman was stunned.

The information she received said that Zhao Chuanxin should like plump women. Because at Midun's banquet, all the people Zhao Chuanxin greeted were plump ones.

It can be seen that Zhao Chuanxin's reaction is not like that.

"Can I sit here and eat for a while?"

Zhao Chuanxin was very disgusted. He looked at her fat face and waist, but she was just posing there.

He said, "No, there are so many empty seats. Are you blind?"

"Uh..." The fat Japanese woman was confused. "Don't be so fierce..."

"Grass!"

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the dinner plate with a straight face and sat aside.

Compared with Lao Zhao, her skin is still too thin.

Seeing this, I had no nerve to follow him.

The fat Japanese woman heard Zhao Chuanxin mutter at a nearby table: "I'm not going to send a good-looking one!"

"..."

Even for spies and assassins, that hurts your self-esteem!

But Zhao Chuanxin's words made her understand a little bit. It seemed that she was on guard.

After dinner, Zhao Chuanxin did not return to his cabin.

The passenger ship is divided into four classes of cabins: Western restaurant, Chinese restaurant, poop and large cabin, which are first, second, third and fourth classes respectively.

Zhao Chuanxin does not like Western food, but he lives in the Western restaurant because the environment is the best and there is a bathroom.

He didn't go back. He activated the blue ghost armor and floated to the top of the ship, lying on it and looking down.

Sure enough, not long after, two more figures appeared in the distance.

This is a man and a woman.

They spoke in low voices.

And Zhao Chuanxin's position happened to be not far above their heads, so he could hear clearly.

The two of them spoke in Chinese.

However, the man spoke fluently, while the woman spoke stammeringly and reluctantly.

The man said: "How old are you? Are you going to be a bit stupid tonight? Why don't you cut off your escorts?"

The woman seemed a little confused: "Wang Jun, please speak more frankly."

The man was impatient: "Does that man have any money on him? Are you going to kill him? Shouldn't he be divided half and half if he has money?"

In fact, what the man was talking about before was the spring point of Jianghu.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand it before, but since he got his haircut, he can understand it more or less.

Spring point is not only used in knots outside the customs, but can be found all over the world. Just like in the arena of Hong Kong Island, there are also code words such as 489438.

The woman stumbled and said, "Wang Jun, I only use your medicine and I will give you money."

The man surnamed Wang sneered: "You must want to kill someone. I just heard your sneaky discussion. It must be us Han people you want to kill."

Those are my compatriots!

Need more money! "

"you……"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"If you want, give it to me and I'll double the money."

"That's more like it. This medicine is very powerful. If you take it too much, you could die. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"It's okay, I understand."

"snort!"

The man surnamed Wang took the money and turned to leave.

Judging from the woman's movements, she must be adding medicine to the wine bottle.

When she got closer, Zhao Chuanxin looked at her through the dim light.

This was a Japanese woman wearing a classic Western-style skirt, knocking on his door with a bottle of wine.

Influenced by the Art Nouveau movement, this kind of skirt is characterized by elegant curves and tries to show off the charm of the female body.

This woman is not tall and has big eyes, which are normal and plump, and very charming. Although it is not as good as Miao Cuihua, it is still outstanding.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: Who are you looking down on? You are only serving high-end dishes now?

He floated to the ground and landed behind the woman.

Patted her shoulder.

The woman was startled, and the wine bottle almost fell to the ground.

She turned around, then shivered violently again.

The target she wanted to assassinate tonight was actually standing behind her.

"you you……"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the woman and then at the wine bottle in her hand.

There was no need for the woman to find excuses to talk to him, he just laughed and said, "It's a long night, and it turns out there are still people who are as uninterested in sleeping as me! In that case, come in and have a drink. You have good wine, and I also have stories."

When the Japanese woman heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up.

It is indeed an lsp.

Her eyes were wandering, and she snuggled up tenderly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know what politeness meant since he was a child.

He took out a handful fiercely.

The Japanese woman made a sound.

My heart says you are so rude, and it really hurts!

Zhao Chuanxin opened the door, went in, and then reached out to hold the Japanese woman: "Come in, you!"

The Japanese woman was dragged so hard that she barely managed to fall.

Zhao Chuanxin began to take off his coat: "What are you waiting for?"

Japanese woman: "..."

Are you so anxious?

Who is that!

But I saw Zhao Chuanxin casually hanging his clothes on the clothes hanger, and then said, "What are you waiting for? Serve the wine, are you waiting for the food?"

Japanese women say in their hearts: You asked for this!

However, even though she was doing the whole show, she still said one more thing: "My name is Naoko Yuxiang, what's your name?"

"Me?" Zhao Chuanxin said, "My name is Zhao Chuanxin. Do you still need to ask?"

Didn't you just come here to find me? Why are you so pretentious?

Naoko Yuxiang was stunned?

What does it mean?

The heartbeat speeds up suddenly, will the secret be revealed?

Seeing her tangled expression, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Hurry up and serve the wine, don't leave the ink stains, I can't wait any longer. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"

Naoko Yuka thought that maybe this person was a lustful ghost.

Can't help but feel disgusted.

But for the mission, she endured it!

So I went to get the wine glass and opened the wine bottle with the loose stopper.

Before pouring the wine, he shook it vigorously and explained: "This wine needs to be sobered before it tastes good."

"Oh, it's time to wake up. Shake it well, don't leave any residue or powder, it won't look good."

These words made Naoko Yuxiang's hair stand on end.

But I heard Zhao Chuanxin say again: "No matter what kind of good wine, as long as it is made from grapes, there will definitely be residue left behind."

call……

So this is ah.

The smile returned to her face.

While pouring the wine, Zhao Chuanxin raised and lowered his hands.

Whether it was principal or interest, he had enough.

At the same time, Naoko Yuka poured the wine and a lot of it was spilled.

She had to endure Zhao Chuanxin's entanglement and complained: "Don't make trouble, I'll pour the wine first."

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't care, he was just doing it on his own.

After finally finishing pouring, she swung the glass again and handed it to Zhao Chuanxin.

"Come on, drink!"

Zhao Chuanxin had a bad smile on his face: "It's boring to drink like this. You drink first, and then I drink from your mouth."

"You are good or bad! No, drink quickly. If you drink, I will drink from your mouth."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly sat up straight: "What are you talking about? I, Zhao Chuanxin, have always been a gentleman, and I have never done such a dirty thing!"

Naoko Yuka was stunned.

How do you look like a gentleman?

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Don't think that what I just did was out of evil intentions. I think you have misunderstood me.

In fact, I am just here to test you with a critical eye.

I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person!

Come, sit on my lap, I will continue to test before I can come to an accurate conclusion. "

Naoko Yuka breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought...it turned out that this bastard was just playing a very, very twisted game.

She smiled coquettishly, moved to Zhao Chuanxin, and sat on his lap.

Moved around a bit.

Activated again.

She noticed something.

Then, she brought the wine to Zhao Chuanxin's mouth again: "Come, drink."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled his head back a little and reached out to hold the wine glass.

He shook it and said, "Naoko Yuka, have you noticed that this wine is so thick?"

Naoko Yuxiang's body trembled: "No."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "I think you should go find me a spoon. This wine is not for drinking, you have to use a spoon!"

"..."

Naoko Yuka wanted to curse.

Mother-in-law, have a drink, why are you so busy?

She forced a smile and said, "No, I feel fine."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "I don't believe it.

You try to drink one. I don't believe you can drink it. It's better to use a spoon and eat it like egg custard. "

Where is the spoon in the house?

Isn't it good at all?

Naoko Yuxiang was very suspicious whether Zhao Chuanxin noticed something.

But Zhao Chuanxin's hands never stopped wandering, and his expression didn't seem to notice anything at all.

She gritted her teeth and stood up: "Wait for me, I'll get the spoon."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Go, go and come back quickly. Don't worry, I won't drink secretly while you are away."

"..."

Naoko Yuka ran out quickly.

She was afraid that something might change if it was too late, so she ran very hard. The wooden deck made a thumping sound when she stepped on it, and there was a lot of movement at night.

Some people couldn't help but scold: "Damn it, are you rushing to reincarnate?"

Naoko Yuxiang couldn't care less and ran over in a hurry.

Seeing her panting, her contactor wondered: "What's wrong? Did he drink it? Why are you sweating so much? Could it be that this man was busy with you before he died?"

"No!" Naoko Yuka said angrily: "I drugged too much and the wine was too thick. He said he couldn't drink it and had to use a spoon."

"What?"

The contact person's head is buzzing.

With a spoon... Kuai?

He said angrily: "Naoko Yuka, how do you do things? Why do you take so many medicines?"

Naoko Yu also has a great fragrance.

Anyone who has a pair of big hands constantly moving back and forth on their body will get very angry.

She lowered her voice and yelled: "Don't I think he is very strong, but am I afraid that the medicine will not work if he is missing it?"

"Quickly, get a spoon and let him drink it... no, eat it."

Naoko Yuka's heart exploded after hearing this.

He took the spoon, turned around and ran away.

When she returned to Zhao Chuanxin's cabin.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the edge of the bed, supporting himself with his hands and swinging his legs leisurely.

Looking at Naoko Yuka again, she was sweating profusely and panting from running.

Comparing the two, Naoko Yuka is really depressed.

She handed the spoon over: "Here, now I have a spoon."

Zhao Chuanxin did not take the spoon: "I am a person who needs to be fed to eat."

Naoko Yuka swallowed her anger, picked up the wine glass, and took a spoonful.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "You take a bite, and I take a bite. It's so sentimental."

Naoko Yuxiang thought for a while, she just took a sip, but he wanted to eat it.

Two mouthfuls at most, maybe I was just confused, but he would definitely collapse.

So, she took a deep breath, put the spoon in her mouth, and licked it with her tongue.

Then, panting heavily, but still trying to act charming, he stretched out the spoon.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Look, you are such an adult and you are not stable at all. Why are your hands shaking? Are you tired? Let me help you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand as if to help support Naoko Yuka's wrist.

Naoko Yuka lost her sight, but saw that the spoon had indeed reached Zhao Chuanxin's mouth.

Then, the spoon was pushed away, and Zhao Chuanxin was chewing heavily.

The spoon was now empty.

This made Naoko Yuka breath a sigh of relief.

Finally, finally he ate... red wine!

Zhao Chuanxin squinted his eyes, raised his head, and pumped his cheeks, seeming to be intoxicated: "Not bad, not bad, it tastes great.

Well, one more bite. "

Naoko Yuka observed carefully and found that Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were still clear.

It means the medicine has not taken effect yet.

She smiled and took another spoonful, taking a lick first.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out to support him as usual.

He savored it carefully, his face full of intoxication: "Well, it's very good, Naoko Yuka, your mouth is sweet."

Naoko Yuka gritted her teeth after hearing this.

How disgusting!

Seeing her in a daze, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Come again, come again, I haven't had enough. Don't tell me, this is the first time I have eaten this thick red wine, and I didn't expect it to taste so good. It seems that I will try more and add more ingredients in the future." wine!"