Zhang Zicheng is limited by the size of the studio in reality, and the area that can move freely in the low dimension is not large.

If you want to move long distances without being dizzy, you can only take a vehicle.

And in the West at the end of the 18th century, the best and most common means of transportation was, without doubt, horses.

Zhang Zicheng was reluctant to use his wish power to gather horses at first, and wanted to buy one directly, maybe he could also develop the skill of riding a horse.

But consider that you are not actually moving in the lower dimension, but that the lower dimensional self imitates the higher dimensional self and moving. Theoretically speaking, all the actions of the low-dimensional power golden body are at the absolute rigid body level.

In this case, if you don't pay attention to it and pinch the horse's belly a little, it will be a direct cut in half for low-dimensional horses.

In order not to torture the horse, Zhang Zicheng finally had no choice but to come to an alley and condensed a pure black horse at random.

Zhang Zicheng just created it casually, and he didn't care much about this dark horse at first, but after looking at it, he was slightly stunned for a while, and he actually felt amazing.

The black steed in front of him was like a work of art carved from obsidian, and the sporadic luster reflected on the black hair was like stardust shining in the night sky. The mane resembles black waves, the eyes that appear under the bangs, the eyelashes are slender, and the eyes are deep and bright.

The facial features of this dark horse even give it a human look and temperament, like a poetic swordsmanship, majestic but indifferent.

When it saw Zhang Zicheng, its two front hooves stepped on the ground slightly, making a soft sound of "doo".

Because of the other party's actions, Zhang Zicheng was puzzled, and found that it was adjusting its center of gravity, and its high head slowly lowered, as if to show his absolute loyalty and surrender.

Zhang Zicheng stretched out his hand and stroked its mane as gently as possible, and the satin-like cold touch was not inferior to Di Lulu's hair.

He couldn't help but smile and exclaimed, "Good horse, so handsome." ”

It seems that in the bones of modern people, they still retain the appreciation of horses in ancient times, Zhang Zicheng used his willingness, temporarily endured the dizziness of sensory dislocation for a few seconds, and lifted himself to the back of the black horse.

After sitting firmly, Zhang Zicheng felt like he was sitting on a stool made of a soft wool blanket.

It is worthy of being a horse condensed with the power of willingness, and it can make the golden body of the power of the desire to feel the solidity of the body.

In that case, he didn't need a saddle at all.

The meaning of the saddle is to protect the rider's crotch and the horse's back at the same time, so that the two do not constantly collide with each other during riding, so that the rider can sit more firmly on the horse's back and distribute his weight at the same time.

But Zhang Zicheng didn't actually ride a horse, he sat on a chair in reality, there was no bump problem, and he would never fall down. And this horse, which is condensed by the power of willingness, does not seem to have the problem of strain.

Zhang Zicheng patted the horse's back and smiled: "Very good, you will be called Wu Hu in the future." ”

The dark horse snorted and approved of the name.

Then Zhang Zicheng directly pulled the reins and began to try to drive the horse forward in a rusty way.

Ti Lulu didn't need to say hello, she jumped up directly, sat behind Zhang Zicheng, hugged her father's waist, and took a deep breath of satisfaction, without the usual exaggeration of taking off the line.

Anyway, as long as she is by her father's side, she can get psychological satisfaction and a sense of security, although this happiness is also brought by the power of Si Chen that she absorbs, but Tilulu is extremely happy about this, and she has not thought about whether her personality has been completely covered, after all, the evil god has no so-called personality at all.

For a while, the picture became harmonious, just like a young and handsome father, riding a horse, taking his daughter on an outing.

Such a harmonious picture will naturally attract countless eyes and attention that should not be there.

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"You said, that man didn't trouble you, and just let Ling come back?"

In a small alley, the black boy who bumped into Zhang Zicheng at the train station was getting together with several other teenagers and whispering.

The black boy didn't look cowardly at all like before, and the corners of his mouth hooked an innocent smile, and he said: "I can see at a glance that that person must be from a civilized big city, reserved like a bitch." ”

Another red-haired, freckled Irish teenager touched his chin and thoughtfully said, "This good-natured soft-footed shrimp is definitely very rich." It is impossible for a person who has no money to come to Anis City to be so generous. ”

In the crowd, a tall and thin black-haired white young man, touching his dirty beret, licked his lips, squinted his eyes, spoke in a hurried tone, glanced at the people around him with a pair of eyes, and said in a low voice: "He also has a little girl with him, do you see it?" ”

Several other young men suddenly turned their heads to look at the thin and tall man, and one of them frowned and said: "It's okay to rob money, it doesn't matter if you kill someone, find a place to throw it, no one can find the door because of the corpses of two strangers." But human trafficking, we don't have channels, it's too high-profile, it's not a good deal. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone agreed, but an older man glanced at the tall and thin man, showed an inexplicable smile, and said, "Okay, anyway, I'll talk about it then." ”

At this time, another dirty child ran in from the mouth of the alley with bright eyes, and exclaimed, "Oh my God! I've never seen such a beautiful horse! I bet that horse is worth at least $500! ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and then laughed out loud, laughing at the child for not being knowledgeable.

"$500? Do you know how much that is? That's enough for you to buy a house next to West Street! ”

"How expensive can a horse be no matter how good it is? I've worked in stables, and the most expensive stallion I've ever seen is only $150, and that's the prize-winning racehorse, $500? How dare you open your mouth. ”

Seeing that everyone was just laughing at themselves, the child, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, suddenly became angry, but he didn't dare to scold back, his face was flushed, and finally he could only say fiercely: "Anyway, I have never seen such a horse, if it is mine, give me a hundred horses on the road, I will not change them!" ”

The other teenagers were also intrigued, so they hooked their shoulders and walked out of the alley.

As soon as he appeared, he didn't need guidance at all, and the eyes of the whole street were on the black horse.

Tall and handsome, as if it was a bronze statue made of steel, with each step, the muscles on his body undulated, like the surface of the sea reflecting the moonlight in the dark night.

At the same time, the black boy in the crowd immediately exclaimed in a low voice, "It's the man with the pink-haired daughter!" ”

Only then did everyone move their attention to the figure on the horse, and sure enough, behind the rider, there was a little girl with pink hair who was leisurely shaking her feet, holding her father, very happy and comfortable.

Seeing the two of them together, incompatible with the surrounding environment, the red-haired freckled young man sneered: "It's really swaggering, do they think Anis City is some kind of resort?" ”

"I bet they won't live more than two weeks."

"Two weeks? I'll bet for three days! ”

"Three days?" The tall and thin man in the crowd said in a sharp voice: "If we don't do it today, tomorrow they will be poor if they don't die!" ”

"That's right."

The oldest man in the crowd, with a stubbled beard, looked at the horses and the pink-haired girl sitting on the horses, and the greed in his eyes seemed to overflow.

He grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and said with a smile, "Even if this person doesn't have any valuables on him...... That horse can definitely sell for $300. ”

Speaking of this, he sighed, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that this horse has already missed the face, and we can only find a black market to sell, and the price will be at least half of the price." ”

"That's at least $15 per person on average!" The child who reported the news at the beginning also showed an excited expression: "It's enough for us not to work and eat for a long time!" ”

Hearing this, everyone burst out laughing.

Some people feel as if they see the wheat that is about to be harvested, and they have the joy of a good harvest. Some people are laughing at each other, thinking that they can be equal to others.

But in any case, they are also a small group that supports each other, maintaining a superficial playfulness.

In the end, in the hustle and bustle, these dusty teenagers disappeared in the alleys and returned to the dark side of the city.

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Strictly speaking, Zhang Zicheng is no longer an ordinary person.

At least he has crossed the threshold of entry at the level of psionic application.

If it was in reality, someone maliciously targeted him, then Zhang Zicheng's spiritual energy would definitely react.

It's a pity...... The people who discussed how to deal with him were just a group of low-dimensional people, some small black market smugglers, some wilderness bandits who were searching for information in the city, and some half-sized evil teenagers.

These guys, if they really want to be able to touch Zhang Zicheng's spiritual energy, then he goes out for a walk every day, and when the wind blows, the spiritual energy warning will sound 800 times.

Therefore, Zhang Zicheng really didn't know anything about these things.

But he still has common sense, and understands that the BMW under his crotch and Tilulu behind him are absolutely seductive in this wild era.

It's just that for me, the person who comes to play, it's the equivalent of fishing.

Zhang Zicheng is actually a relatively introverted person in the final analysis, and he always feels a little embarrassed to take the initiative to trouble others. So he plans to seduce others to make trouble for himself, so as to achieve the purpose of interacting with the world.

But he has been walking all the way, even if a lot of eyes fall on him, he is just coveting it. And the security of the city is much better than the small towns and no-man's lands in the western countryside.

Zhang Zicheng also took a look at the flowers, enjoying the cityscape at the end of the 18th century in first-person VR mode.

Then it quickly felt boring.

The city looks extremely backward, the ground is very muddy, except for the many men wearing gentleman's hats on the streets, it is not as good as the county town where I lived when I was a child.

The building is not very distinctive, a hodgepodge of European styles, and it was not until he crossed two corners and found rows of untidy wooden houses that he felt a bit exotic.

After all, in China, let alone the county seat, if you want to find a wooden house in the countryside, you have to go to a particularly remote area to see it.

But he soon couldn't stand it anymore, the wooden houses on both sides of the street, the road between each other was very narrow, and it was not at all as wide as the avenue he had walked on before. The exterior walls are plastered with various advertisements and notices, and the windows are mostly worn glass or simple wooden windows. There were still occasionally one or two snoring drunkards lying on the ground, and there was little room for the horses to put their feet.

Zhang Zicheng even shuddered when he saw a woman pouring feces downstairs from the second floor. This is probably the only thing in the lower dimensions that can cause a mental attack on him.

So he didn't plan to go in and experience the market, but turned around and went back to the avenue.

At the same time, Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, I'm still a person who has been spoiled by modern life." ”

He sometimes watches old movies from the past, and even occasionally laughs at the hypocrisy of the rich kid who compares it to the protagonist. But this kind of environment is really his turn, even if it is separated by VR, Zhang Zicheng feels that he can't stand this too strong market atmosphere.

"Hey, friend."

Just as Zhang Zicheng drove his horse and continued to walk in the direction of the police station, a man blocked the way.

It was not right to say that he would stop it, he just stood on the slope of the black horse and said hello, and did not rudely try to intercept it.

However, Zhang Zicheng still gave the other party a face, after all, it was the first environmental NPC to take the initiative to talk to him since using VR.

So he pulled the reins lightly, and the black horse suddenly didn't even snort, and stopped in place.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the visitors were straightened, and they were amazed: "I have lived in the west for more than 30 years, and I have never seen such a good horse." ”

As he spoke, he leaned closer, raised his head to look at Zhang Zicheng, stretched out his hand and smiled: "My name is Joseph, friend, how do you call me?" ”

Zhang Zicheng lifted his hat and said with a smile: "Hello, Joseph, my name is ...... Si Chen. ”

"Strange? Good name. ”

Joseph complimented, apparently hearing Si Chen as a 'strange' with an accent.

It's a rare word to be used as a name, but it's not surprising that words like 'fisher' and 'smith' are used in the United States.

Joseph tried to reach out and stroke the mane of the black horse, feeling the muscles that seemed to be steel, and his excited voice trembled slightly.

"Well, Mr. Strange, I'm not going to sell it...... I want to buy your horse, how much does it cost? ”

Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't sell this horse." ”

Joseph suddenly said with some eagerness: "You can make a price, how about 500 dollars?" Even if it's an Arizona horse racing champion, it's only $300. ”

Zhang Zicheng gently pulled the reins, and Wu Qi started gently again, without any bumps and resistance, and began to move forward smoothly.

At this scene, Joseph's saliva was about to flow out, this horse was definitely the best of the best, he had never seen a similar horse.

Just when he was unwilling to continue to ask the price, he suddenly noticed that the other party did not install a saddle, so he sat on the back of the horse, and suddenly a nameless fire came out.

"Damn, you don't value this horse at all!"

As he spoke, Joseph directly took out a gun, aimed it at Zhang Zicheng's back, and threatened: "Get out of here!" ”

This move immediately attracted the attention of the people around them, and even many people quietly moved their hands to their waists, and more people hurriedly dodged, lest they hurt the pond fish.

Only Tilulu, who was also sitting on horseback, originally quiet and indifferent to everything around her, turned her head sharply and looked coldly at the man with the gun.

Her eyes were indifferent, and she said softly, "Threaten Father ......"

"Get out of here, cut yourself."

(End of chapter)