Passengers in front of and behind and on the left and right all listened attentively. Listening to Zhao Chuanxin's serious nonsense, his breathing almost stopped.

Does this sound like a hodgepodge of countless celebrities in history, bizarre celestial phenomena at the moment of birth? Uncle Li couldn't help but laugh when he heard Zhao Chuanxin say that he gave up literature and martial arts when he was five years old.

He had never seen such a slippery boast and bluff a group of people. And the young man's entourage was said with their mouths wide open and speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "So you see, God destined me not to be a mortal fetus, understand?" ”

"You know, you're talking nonsense."

"Bold!" Zhao Chuanxin's face changed: "No matter how rude you dare to be rude, I guarantee that your child will lack a father." The entourage was stunned, and turned his head twice to understand that Zhao Chuanxin was threatening him.

His face changed, and he blurted out: "You are bold, do you know who you are talking to?" This is the general of Zhenguo, the prince of the auxiliary country, Lord Belle, how dare you be so rude? Zhao Chuanxin was surprised.

is so young, and he is both a general of Zhenguo and an auxiliary duke. His face was full of suspicion: "I think you look like liars!" "The passengers around him are similar to what Zhao Chuanxin thought, and they don't think that there will be such a young Zhenguo general and Fuguo Gong.

The young man saw that his entourage was quick to speak, and he said his identity, and he didn't hide it anymore, and bowed his head reservedly: "I am Aixin Jueluo Zaitao." The crowd was in an uproar.

Zaitao Zhao Chuanxin has never heard of the surname Aixin Jueluo, but everyone here knows it.

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "In front of me, you dare to mention the four words love Xinjueluo?" "In fact, Aixin Jueluo Zaitao is one of the few people who love Xinjue Luo's family, who is more honest and generous.

Later, he would rather die than be a traitor, which is commendable. But when he heard Zhao Chuanxin's wild words, no matter how good his temper was, he was a little angry: "Who are you?" Seeing that there was a contradiction, everyone had the intention of watching the excitement, and put all their eyes on this side, just waiting for Zhao Chuanxin's next step.

After all, that's Aixinjue Luo. They wanted to see what kind of sacredness this tall man who didn't even care about Aixin Jueluo was.

However, Zhao Chuanxin played with the salvation scepter in his hand and said lightly: "I won't tell you." ”

"......" Aixin Jueluo Zaitao's entourage, wanted to say something, but was stopped by him. Seeing this, the other passengers couldn't help but be disappointed.

is a good farce, and it ends so dullly, it's really embarrassing. But the matter of caring for Xinjue Luo, the excitement is not so good-looking.

Under the forced gaze of his entourage, the crowd turned their heads in disbelief. In the past, women often muttered, saying that men with skills are temperless.

Zhao Chuanxin thought so. Take the emperor as an example, Yingzheng has no temper, and he is very low-key and sweeps Liuhe, and he is in a hurry; Liu Che has no temper, he is a cute jungler, and he plays a trick that will be punished even if he is far away; Li Shimin didn't have a temper, he was stolen to the bottom of the tower, and he swallowed his anger, but I don't know why he got one later

the name of "Heavenly Khan"; Zhu Yuanzhang also has no temper, otherwise how could the corrupt officials become more and more corrupt?

Zhao Chuanxin is even more temperless, he defines himself as an otaku. It was, and it is. What is an otaku?,It's a man who can treat any place as his own house.。

He took out a pile of hides from unknown sources, spread them out on the table, and took out a pile of cloth and needle and thread.

Completely use the small table in the first class car as his desk. Miao Cuihua asked curiously, "What are you going to do?" I'll help you get it, the old man will still fiddle with needlework? Zhao Chuanxin threaded the thread into the nose of the needle: "Sister Hua, I can have a lot of tricks." Miao Cuihua glanced at him: "Then why haven't you played these tricks with me?" Uncle Li on the other side coughed twice heartbreakingly, emphasizing his existence.

Ning An turned his head and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window. Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "A certain sharp weapon cannot be shown to others." Miao Cuihua's eyes burned: "It seems that I am not an outsider, you have already shown it to me." "Otherwise, how can you say that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented.

Miao Cuihua, who read the book, will easily make Zhao Chuanxin retreat. He laughed twice and took out a soft ruler: "Come, Sister Hua, help me measure my measurements." After you came, I felt like I had gained weight again. Miao Cuihua took a soft ruler, passed it through Zhao Chuanxin's chest with one hand, and pasted the whole person on.

Li Shutong coughed heart-rending again. Zhao Chuanxin was unhappy: "Are you afraid that you have tuberculosis?" Why don't you go to the table of Aixin Jueluo Zaitao. Aixin Jueluo Zaitao: "......" why?

Uncle Li looked out of the car window with the appearance of Ning An. After measuring the width of her chest, Miao Cuihua was surprised: "Ah, why is this getting bigger?" Zhao Chuanxin raised his face and said: "Sister Hua, we must be serious when doing things, and we must have the spirit of craftsmanship." After measuring the width of her shoulders, when she was measuring Zhao Chuanxin's waistline, Miao Cuihua's soft and warm little hand lifted the hem of Zhao Chuanxin's clothes and reached directly into it.

He also explained: "It's not accurate to measure through clothes." Zhao Chuanxin only felt that the skin on his abdomen had a feeling of numbness and crispy microcurrent stimulation.

I couldn't help but shudder. Miao Cuihua looked at him suspiciously, wondering if something had happened?

Shouldn't it? I finished measuring the size at last. Zhao Chuanxin took out a pen and paper and wrote and drew on the table. Seeing this, Uncle Li was surprised and said: "Passing on the salary, you are also quite talented, and you can even sketch charcoal." Li Shutong was proficient in both Chinese and Western painting techniques, and was the originator of Chinese oil painting, the first pioneer to popularize Western painting knowledge in China, and the first person to hire nude models to teach.

Talented, but not just talking. In later generations, Zhao Chuanxin never saw a few art students who could compose, a calligrapher who could act in dramas, or a poet who played a musical instrument.

But Uncle Li is the same as the plenum. Zhao Chuanxin said happily: "There is only one stone in the world, and I, Zhao Chuanxin, have eight buckets alone, and let you occupy the rest." Aixin Jueluo Zaitao's entourage whispered disdainfully: "Don't be ashamed! But Aixin Jueluo Zaitao was like being struck by lightning.

hearing

The word "salary" combines Zhao Chuanxin's Gu Zhimeng figure, as well as his right

"Ai Xinjue Luo's" disdainful and untamable temper. Aixin Jueluo Zaitao could almost immediately confirm that this person turned out to be Zhao Chuanxin who he wanted to meet.

I didn't expect it to happen in this situation. He patted his attendant on the shoulder: "You come and sit inside." The entourage was stunned, but had to listen, and changed seats with Aixin Jueluo Zaitao.

Zhao Chuanxin saw him staring at him directly, and he didn't think so, and did his own thing.

The train is swaying very much, but Zhao Chuanxin's wrist is extremely calm and powerful, and every stroke will not be affected by this.

Uncle Li saw that on the painting paper was a set of clothes, the style of this clothes was a little strange, tight-fitting, and the overall appearance was strong, like a suit of armor.

Can fabric really be made into such clothes? Zhao Chuanxin was painting, feeling a little strange. I originally wanted to design a set of soft armor with a very sci-fi feeling, but how did I draw it so similar to Deadpool's swishing suit?

He pondered for a moment, stretched the dotted line a little beside him, and looked at it again, and it was a bloated armored warrior again...... Take out a piece of paper again and continue designing.

After being besieged by the Japanese army last time, Zhao Chuanxin has always wanted to design a body armor that wraps around the whole body.

But I've been busy with my diary before, and I don't have time to get it. Since the journey is smelly and long, as a master of time management, he must of course give full play to the residual value of the journey.

This time, he designed a suit that lacked armed straps and shoulder straps, because he was one

Men who "hide their weapons in their bodies" don't need these external bells and whistles. This time it's not a tights, the upper body is a jacket, the lower body is cargo pants, and even the feet are not spared, a pair of low boots, the boots are hidden in the trouser tube, which can protect the ankles.

On his head is a skull mask, a cowboy hat on top of his head, and a square scarf around his neck. The skin on the table is the skin of the wound of war, and the surface has a very fine structure, like the scales of a arapaima.

The leather is not hard, even softer than thick cowhide, but the protective effect is amazing. Zhao Chuanxin picked up the skin, folded it back and forth, and made repeated comparisons.

Next to the design of that set of ready-to-wear, the design of the module of the leather lining of the war wound began. Once all was drawn, he picked up the Staff of Redemption and pulled out the handle, revealing the sharp Elven Carving Knife.

Aixin Jueluo Zaitao, who had been staring at Zhao Chuanxin's every move next to him, was startled when he saw this. Only then did he know that the stick that Zhao Chuanxin had never left his hand actually had a sharp blade hidden in it.

This person is really dangerous! Next is Zhao Chuanxin's performance. The knife in the hand fell, the cold light was a little bit, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them.

The skin of the War Creation on the table was divided into different sizes. However, these shapes are very regular, and there are no burrs around the edges.

Uncle Li also pulled his ass with a knife and opened his eyes. Ning An was envious, and he didn't know when he would have such strength.

And Aixin Jueluo Zai Zhenxin's heart is down. It is said that Zhao Chuanxin is the god of war, and his force has been perfected. Sure enough, the meeting was even more famous.

What kind of knife is this? Because it was too fast, he naturally couldn't see clearly, just now Zhao Chuanxin let the elf carving knife be drawn into a sharp metal line, which was completely according to his idea, and the skin was torn apart in an instant.

This is the anti-heaven point of the elven carving knife, the knife moves at will, and it is indestructible. Everyone also said that it was Zhao Chuanxin who used some magical knife technique.

Aixin Jueluo Zaitao remained silent and continued to observe. Zhao Chuanxin put the leather into categories, and then cut the cloth with Miao Cuihua.

"Sister Hua, you sew the shoulder here with a hidden needle, and this piece of leather should be sandwiched between the outside and the inner lining, so as not to leave a gap. I sew the other side with my hands. Miao Cuihua is a diligent woman, and she can't wait to have something to do: "Okay." Uncle Li and them found that Zhao Chuanxin's sewing speed was faster and more stable than Miao Cuihua's.

Aixin Jueluo Zaitao was dumbfounded: Could this mean that capable people are omnipotent, and even needlework is better than women's?

This really subverted his three views.