Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 86
Due to the limitation of the size of Zhang Zicheng's studio in reality, the area where he can move freely in low dimensions is not large.

If you want to move long distances without getting dizzy, you can only take transportation.

In the west at the end of the 18th century, the best and most common means of transportation was undoubtedly the horse.

At first, Zhang Zicheng was unwilling to use his willpower to unite the horse, and wanted to buy one directly, maybe he could develop the skill of riding a horse.

But considering that I am not actually moving in low dimensions, but the low-dimensional self imitates the high-dimensional self to move.Theoretically speaking, all the actions of the low-dimensional wish force golden body are at the absolute rigid body level.

In this case, if I didn't pay attention and pinched the horse's belly a little, it would be the end of a direct cut in half for a low-dimensional horse.

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

Zhang Zicheng just created it casually. He didn't pay much attention to this dark horse at first, but after he looked at it intently, he was a little dazed for a while, feeling astonished.

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 is like black waves, the eyes exposed under the bangs, the eyelashes are slender, and the eyes are deep and bright.

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

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

Because of the opponent's actions, Zhang Zicheng was puzzled, and found that it was adjusting its center of gravity, and its high head was slowly lowering, as if expressing its absolute loyalty and submission.

Zhang Zicheng stretched out his hand and stroked its mane as gently as possible. The cool touch of silk and satin was not inferior to that of Di Lulu's hair.

He couldn't help showing a smile, and exclaimed: "What a horse, so handsome."

It seems that in the bones of modern people, the ancient appreciation of horses is still retained. Zhang Zicheng used his willpower to temporarily endure the dizziness of sensory dislocation for a few seconds, and lifted himself on the back of the black horse.

After sitting firmly, Zhang Zicheng felt as if he was sitting on a stool covered with a soft wool blanket.

As expected of a horse condensed with wish power, it can make even the golden body of wish power feel the firmness of its body.

That being the 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 on the horse's back more firmly and distribute his weight at the same time.

But Zhang Zicheng didn't actually ride a horse. He was sitting on a chair in reality. There was no problem of bumps, and he would never fall off.And this horse, which was condensed by the will, seems to have no problem of strain.

Zhang Zicheng patted the horse's back and said with a smile, "Very well, from now on you will be called Wu Zai."

The dark horse snorted and approved the name.

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

Di Lulu didn't need to say hello, and jumped up immediately, sat sideways behind Zhang Zicheng, hugged Father God's waist, and took a deep breath of satisfaction, without the usual exaggeration.

Anyway, as long as she is by Father God's side, she can gain psychological satisfaction and a sense of security. Although this happiness is also brought by the power of Sichen she absorbed, Di Lulu is extremely happy about it, and has never thought about whether her personality is It has been completely covered, after all, the evil god has no so-called personality at all.

For a moment, the picture became harmonious, as if a young and handsome father was riding a horse and taking his daughter for an outing.

Such a harmonious picture will naturally attract countless sights and attentions that should or should not be given.

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"You said, that man didn't bother you, just let you come back?"

In a small alley, the black boy who bumped into Zhang Zicheng at the train station before was gathering with several other teenagers, discussing in a low voice.

The black boy didn't have the cowardly look he showed before, with an innocent smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: "I can tell at a glance, that person must be from a big civilized city, reserved like a bitch."

Another red-haired, freckled Irish boy rubbed his chin, thoughtful: "This kind of good-tempered soft-legged shrimp must be very rich. It is impossible for people without money to come to Annis City Such a big show."

In the crowd, a tall, thin, black-haired white man touched his dirty beret, licked his lips, squinted his eyes, and spoke in a hurry. His eyes scanned the people around him, and he said in a low voice: "He still With a little girl, did you see that?"

Several other youths turned their heads to look at the tall and thin man. One of them frowned and said, "It's okay to steal money, and it doesn't matter if you kill someone. Find a place to throw it away. No one will come to your door because of the corpses of two foreigners. But human trafficking , we have no channels, too high profile, not a good deal.”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone agreed, only an older man looked at the tall and thin man, smiled with an inexplicable meaning, and said haha: "Okay, anyway, we will talk about it when the time comes."

At this time, another dirty kid ran in from the alley with his eyes shining, and exclaimed, "My God! I've never seen such a beautiful horse! I bet, that horse The horse is worth at least $500!"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in dismay, and then roared with laughter, mocking the child for his ignorance.

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

"How expensive is the best horse? I have worked in a stable, and the most expensive stallion I have ever seen is only $150. That is a prize-winning racehorse, $500? How dare you open your mouth."

Seeing that everyone was just laughing at him, the child who seemed to be only seven or eight years old suddenly became angry, but he didn't dare to curse back, his face was flushed, and finally he could only say harshly: "Anyway, I have never seen such a horse before. If it was mine, I wouldn't trade a hundred horses on the road!"

The other teenagers were also aroused, so they walked out of the alley with their shoulders crossed.

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

Tall and handsome, like a bronze statue made of steel, every time he takes a step, the muscles on his body undulate, like the waves of the sea reflecting the moonlight in the dark night.

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

Only then did everyone turn their attention to the figure on the horse. Sure enough, behind the rider, a little girl with pink hair was swinging her feet leisurely, hugging her father, looking very happy and contented.

Seeing that the two of them were at odds with the surrounding environment, the red-haired and freckled boy sneered, "It's so ostentatious, do they think Annis City is a resort?"

"I bet they won't survive two weeks."

"Two weeks? I bet three days!"

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

"Yes."

The oldest man in the crowd, with an unshaven face, looked at the horse and the pink-haired girl sitting on the horse, and the greed in his eyes seemed to overflow.

He grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and said with a smile, "Even if this man doesn't have any valuables on him... that horse can definitely be sold for $300."

Having said that, he sighed, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that this horse has already passed. We can only sell it on the black market, and the price will be reduced by at least half."

"That's at least 15 dollars per person on average!" The child who reported the letter at the beginning also showed an excited expression: "It's enough for us to eat for a long time without working!"

Hearing this, everyone burst out laughing.

Some people seem to see the wheat that is about to be harvested, and feel the joy of a good harvest.Some people are laughing at each other, thinking that they can share equally with others.

But in any case, they are also a small group of mutual support, maintaining the surface playfulness.

In the end, amidst the hustle and bustle, these dusty groups of teenagers disappeared in the alleys in twos and threes, 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 in the application of psionic energy.

If in reality, someone maliciously targeted him, then Zhang Zicheng's psychic power would definitely respond.

It's a pity... It's just a group of low-dimensional people who are discussing to deal with him, some small black market smugglers, some wilderness bandits who are inquiring about information in the city, and some half-grown villains.

If these guys could really touch Zhang Zicheng's psychic power, he would go out for a walk every day, and whenever the wind blew, the psychic warning would sound [-] times.

Therefore, Zhang Zicheng really knew nothing about these things.

But he still has common sense, and he understands that the BMW under his crotch and Tilulu behind him are absolutely attractive in this barbaric age.

It's just that for a person who comes to play, this is equivalent to fishing.

In fact, Zhang Zicheng is still a relatively introverted person in the final analysis. He always feels a little embarrassed to take the initiative to trouble others.So I plan to make trouble for myself by seducing others to achieve the purpose of interacting with this world.

However, he has walked the road all the way, even if many eyes fell on him, it was just coveted.And the law and order in the city is much better than the small towns and no-man's land in the western countryside anyway.

Zhang Zicheng also took a quick look at the flowers, using the No.1 VR mode to appreciate the city scenery at the end of the 18th century.

Then it quickly becomes dull.

The city looks extremely backward, and the ground is also very muddy. Except that there are many men wearing gentleman hats on the streets, it is not as good as the county town where I lived when I was a child.

The architecture was nothing special, a hodgepodge of European styles. It wasn't until he rode his horse through two corners and found rows of wooden houses that were not neatly arranged that he felt a bit of an exotic flavor.

After all, in China, let alone county towns, 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 couldn't take it anymore soon, the wooden houses on both sides of the street, the road between each other was very narrow, not at all as wide as the avenue he walked on before.Various advertisements and notices are pasted on the outer walls, and the windows are mostly broken glass or simple wooden windows.There was an occasional snoring drunk or two lying on the ground, and there was hardly room for a horse.

Zhang Zicheng even saw a woman throwing defecation downstairs from the second floor, and immediately shuddered.This is probably the only thing in the low dimension that can cause a mental attack on him.

Therefore, he still didn't intend to go into the market to experience the market, but turned around and returned to the avenue.

At the same time, Zhang Zicheng couldn't help feeling: "Sure enough, I'm still a person spoiled by modern life."

He sometimes watched old movies from the past, and occasionally even laughed at the hypocrisy of the rich boy who was compared with the protagonist in it.But this kind of environment is really his turn, even through VR, Zhang Zicheng feels that this too strong market atmosphere cannot stand.

"Hey, my friend."

Just as Zhang Zicheng drove his horse and continued towards the police station, a man blocked his way.

It's not right to say stop, he just stood obliquely above Wu Zi to say hello, and didn't try to stop violently.

However, Zhang Zicheng still gave the other party a face. After all, since using VR, he was the first environment NPC who took the initiative to talk to him.

So he pulled the rein lightly, and Wu Hao stopped firmly on the spot without snorting.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the visitors were almost 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, my friend, what do you call me?"

Zhang Zicheng adjusted his hat, smiled and said, "Hello, Joseph, my name is... Si Chen."

"Strange? Good name."

Joseph made a compliment, obviously hearing Si Chen as 'Strange' with an accent.

Although this word is rarely used as a name, it is not surprising in the United States where words such as 'fisher (fisherman)' and 'smith (blacksmith)' are used as names in a large area.

Joseph tried to reach out his hand, stroked Wu Zai's mane, felt the steel-like muscles, and his excited voice trembled slightly.

"Okay, Mr. Strange, I'm not going to keep it... I want to buy your horse, how much?"

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

Joseph suddenly said eagerly: "You can make a price, how about 500 US dollars? Even if it is the horse racing champion in Arizona, it is only 300 US dollars."

Zhang Zicheng lightly pulled the reins, and Wu Zai started again lightly, without any bumps or resistance, and started to move forward smoothly.

Seeing this scene, Joseph's saliva almost flowed out. This horse is definitely the best of the best. He has never seen a similar horse.

Just when he wanted to continue asking the price unwillingly, he suddenly noticed that the other party didn't have a saddle installed, and he just sat on the horse's back stiffly, and suddenly came out with an unknown fire.

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

As he said that, Joseph took out his gun, pointed it at Zhang Zicheng's back, and threatened, "Get off!"

This action immediately attracted the attention of the people around, and even many people quietly moved their hands to their waists, and more people hurriedly avoided, lest they would harm Chi Yu.

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

Her eyes were indifferent, and she said softly: "Threatening Father God..."

"Get away from me and kill yourself."

(End of this chapter)