The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin was not happy when he heard this: "What you said is really unpleasant. I am here to ask you for leave in an upright and upright manner. Let's follow the formal process and I can just sign it."

The warden was stunned.

You broke out of jail, why the hell did you have to come and tell me? If you have the ability, wouldn't it be better to just leave?

Zhao Chuanxin took the pen and paper in front of the warden and wrote in a flying voice:

Today, I, Chen Yigeng, have to take a few days off due to important matters. Chen Yigeng——1907.8.30.

After writing, he pushed the pen and paper in front of the warden.

The warden took a look and saw that he was good at Latin cursive.

However……

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "Brother, I advise you not to lose face."

The warden is self-aware, and he really doesn't dare to do anything to Zhao Chuanxin.

He believed that if he acted rashly, Zhao Chuanxin would definitely be able to kill him before many prison guards arrived.

What else can't this guy dare to do?

"How...are you going to leave?" In the end, the warden could only say this dryly.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin came to the window.

The window is open.

When the warden saw him opening his arms, his whole body actually floated up and out of the window. Only when he was out of the window, his body stooped slightly to adapt to the height of the window frame.

"..."

"Fake!" He hurried to the window. The night was thick outside. Where could there be Zhao Chuanxin? Looking down again, this is the third floor. Who dares to jump?

flew away?

The warden shuddered.

Is this still a human being?

No wonder so many people died.

This is magic!

He thought again of Zhao Chuanxin's threats to him.

If Andrew Miller were to die, he would sleep with one eye open.

He definitely didn't dare to let anything happen to Andrew Miller.

But seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had really left, he immediately picked up the phone and dialed: "Hello, I am Thomas Osborne, the warden of Xinxin Prison. I am looking for Charles Baker."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

After waiting for a while, Charles Baker's voice came: "Hey, Thomas, I have given up on that matter. You have already got the money, what else do you want to do?"

"Farke, are we still not friends? Do we only talk about money?"

"Haha, just kidding." Charles Baker asked: "What do you want from me? Let's go to the casino to play together?"

"I'm calling to remind you. Scavenger, no, it's Chen Yigeng who escaped from prison."

"What? Xingxin Prison is so tight, and you actually let him escape?" Charles Baker was shocked.

The warden smiled bitterly: "He escaped in front of me..."

He told Charles Baker all the recent events and the magical scene that had just happened before his eyes.

Finally, he said: "Man, as a friend, I have to remind you to turn a blind eye when you sleep. After all, you and he have a grudge."

The warden passed the threat to Charles Baker.

Anxiety needs to be shared.

Charles Baker put down the phone, looking pale.

This enemy was very powerful, very strange, and ten thousand times more difficult than he expected.

He muttered to himself: "No, I have to find a place to hide."

…

What the warden didn't know was that after Zhao Chuanxin floated out of the window, the energy of the blue ghost armor dropped sharply, so he could only accelerate to the ground.

Then put on the cloak of shadow as quickly as possible.

This pussy can only be installed for a while, not for too long.

After leaving the prison gate, he looked around and saw not even a ghost.

If you listen closely, you will find the Hudson River not far away.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up.

Oh, his reputation as a prodigal is definitely not in vain.

At this time, shipping speeds connecting New York City and Ossining via the Hudson River were only about 12 knots.

When Zhao Chuanxin launches water, the speed can reach 40-50 knots.

The Hudson River is very wide in the Ossining Basin, covering 3 miles. The deepest water depth is up to 30 meters.

Zhao Chuanxin took a dive and swam all the way from Ossining to Chelsea Piers in Manhattan, New York City in less than forty minutes.

Ashore in the dark.

Manhattan, the most prosperous borough of New York City.

This is not like the countryside like Ossining. Even at night, there are public carriages.

Zhao Chuanxin got on the bus and said to the driver: "Go to the Waldorf Hotel."

The carriage arrived at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 33rd Street. Zhao Chuanxin paid the fare and looked up at the Waldorf Hotel on the 15th floor.

Looking outside the gate, there were police and people obviously disguised as guardsmen on duty.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin would have rushed in, yelling for Edith Roosevelt to come out to pick up the guests.

But since he was shot, he has always resisted unconsciously, exposing himself to many armed men with live ammunition.

He ran into the side shadow of the hotel, put on the cloak of shadow, rolled up the Redemption Scepter with the Whip of Judgment and threw it upward.

He climbed while counting the floors. Although it was difficult, it was steady.

When he reached the 10th floor, he started counting the rooms.

According to Edith Roosevelt, she lived in room 16, while Wilhelmina lived in room 15.

Hotel room numbers in the United States are usually numbered from left to right.

Zhao Chuanxin counted it twice to confirm the number. Seeing that the window was open, he went straight in.

After entering, he saw a black satin skirt covered with lace on the bed, as well as blushing underwear...

Haha, Your Majesty is quite interesting.

In the bathroom, there was the sound of rushing water, and traces of water vapor escaped through the bathroom door, filled with the aroma of lavender soap and plant essential oils.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "It smells pretty good."

But when I lowered my head and smelled myself, I wiped it. My clothes were going rancid.

He quickly took off the tough armor he had worn for many days, put it away, and then walked into the bathroom.

Afraid of scaring Wilhelmina, he knocked on the door.

no response.

Maybe the water is too noisy.

He pushed open the door and said in a moderate voice: "Your Majesty, I'm back."

Then he went in carelessly.

Edith Roosevelt was washing her face. She rinsed the foam off her face with water. Then she looked in the bathroom mirror and saw Zhao Chuanxin, who was completely naked.

She was confused...

Zhao Chuanxin was also dumbfounded when he saw Edith Roosevelt naked.

As you age, your body will definitely wither.

It was definitely different from the women Zhao Chuanxin had encountered.

But she is not twitchy. It can be seen that she exercises regularly and is very toned.

That word—milf!

Zhao Chuanxin coughed loudly: "Fuck, I clearly counted it twice and made sure it was the window of Room 15."

Edith Roosevelt was no ordinary woman.

If it were any other woman, she would have been so frightened that a man suddenly appeared in the room, screaming at the top of her lungs.

But Edith Roosevelt was surprised when she saw someone coming, but she didn't scream when she found out that it was Zhao passing the salary.

Instead, he compressed his anger in his eyes and pointed towards the bathroom door: "Get out."

Damn it, when you count room numbers, don't you count the room around the corner?

What else could Zhao Chuanxin say?

He took one last look—

Well, Hou Yang is indeed enough...

thick.

Then he ran away in despair.

How could he take off his clothes and put them back on intact?

It’s embarrassing to be honest.

Edith Roosevelt was so angry that she was shaking.

Clenched fists.

What a shame!

Not only was the shame revealed, there was another sense of shame deep in my heart.

It's just that she doesn't have the young and beautiful body of Wilhelmina.

Think about it, this bastard will laugh at himself, right?

At this moment, that hateful face suddenly poked his head in through the bathroom door again: "Edie, is Wilhelmina in the room on the left?"

Okay, I got another look.

Edith Roosevelt roared like a lioness in a trembling, suppressed voice: "Get out!"

Zhao Chuanxin really ran away this time.

Edith Roosevelt had a strange feeling.

Maybe it was an illusion, maybe...she seemed to see something extraordinary in that bastard's eyes.

…

Zhao Chuanxin came to the window, held up the scepter of redemption, and used the blue ghost armor to swing to the window next to him. He quickly poked his head over and took a look, and saw Wilhelmina who was reading with gusto. .

He whispered outside: "Your Majesty, I'm coming..."

Wilhelmina's body trembled, and she felt like she was thinking about it day and night. Was she hallucinating?

She glanced towards the window and saw Zhao Chuanxin's playful face.

This isn't the first time.

She is very experienced.

"Come in!" Wilhelmina cheered: "Edith told me a long time ago that you might come."

Seeing that she was not afraid, Zhao Chuanxin got into the house.

Seeing that Wilhelmina was about to pounce on her, she hurriedly said: "I always stink, wait until I change clothes and take a shower."

However, Wilhelmina didn't care about that at all.

It immediately became a pendant on Zhao Chuanxin's body.

fast and Furious.

The speed was so fast that Wilhelmina felt that even the air was hot to her hands.

The best X of this century - how does it feel?

The slender, elegant and tall narcissus, like its flower language, has gained its new life in purity and hope; the tulips in groups have plump bell-shaped flowers, soft pink, passionate red, and sunny yellow. , and even the mysterious purple, complex expansion and gradient...

Niuwatian is used to describe too pale... It is better to say that a gorgeous painter has the same colorful palette, which can be swayed on the earth to satisfy all thoughts and desires.

After the canvas was put away, I hesitated and felt the aftertaste of the superimposed colors.

It can go around the beam and stretch endlessly.

The huge power can surround the mountain with one arm, carry the mountains freely like the king of towers, can walk, whistle and let the whip of judgment swing, and can gears mesh and rotate like the most precise clock, day and night. Stop and divide the time carefully.

After being hysterical, let your throat relax to the bone, and suddenly see the light of day again after being stuffy in the empty secret room for a long time, that long gasp...

In the few moments after the roller coaster reached the top, Wilhelmina knew for sure that in the future, she would never be able to overcome the difficulties.

Zhao Chuanxin, like his lifelong carving skills, carved timeless textures into Wilhelmina's flesh and blood, which she would never be able to erase for the rest of her life and would think about them until she died.

Then, Wilhelmina said in his ear: "I'm so happy that you can come back to see me before tomorrow."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand what she meant.

He asked: "Are you leaving tomorrow?"