Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Blood buns??"

In a dazed moment, Liu Jia suddenly felt bad.

But at this moment, I saw a cold glow across Zhao Ke's fingertips, cutting along Liu Jia's slender throat with his sword.

Chapter 630 Sending You In

"puff!"

Hot blood splashed on Zhao Ke's face, and Liu Jia's head rolled off Bai Nen's neck.

Blood spurted out along Liu Jia's throat like a fountain.

Wang Heng didn't know what happened, but when he saw the dead Liu Jia, he felt secretly happy.

"Less one, hey, one less person means one less person, good death, good death!"

Wang Heng wished he could slap his thigh and shout Miao.

But he didn't notice that Zhao Ke's eyes became serious instead.

He stared at the head on the ground.

I saw Liu Jia's head rolled on the ground, and there was still a smile on his face.

A pair of eyes stared at Zhao Ke: "You found out!"

Of course Zhao Ke found out, since Liu Jia said she couldn't get out of the coffin.

Zhao Ke was a little hesitant, because the coffin was an ordinary coffin, and it might not be possible for ordinary people to get out.

Because there is a buckle at the two corners of the coffin.

If it is really fastened, there is no way to get out from inside.

This point, Zhao Ke deeply felt.

When he slept in the coffin for the first time, he didn't know this, so he almost suffocated himself in it.

Then he saw off the buckle.

But this is only difficult for ordinary people.

Liu Jia is a mid-level postman, not to mention that she was seriously injured, even if she took half a breath, she could still crawl out of the coffin.

How could such an acting skill be hidden from Zhao Ke.

In order to prevent harming the innocent, Zhao Ke made a special test.

Liu Jia knows very well that his food and water are all paid for by postage. Are you sending a big gold ingot to send a beggar?

Of course, Zhao Ke didn't waste time explaining these things.

Seeing Liu Jia's floating head.

Zhao Ke's eyes gradually darkened, a kind of pressure, more like a kind of hierarchical suppression.

Zhao Ke could feel that the surrounding space had begun to distort.

"Bang bang..."

The sound of accelerated heartbeat became faster and faster, at this moment, two sword qi were summoned by Zhao Ke, and a golden rainbow was formed in the air, stabbing at Liu Jia's head.

It's just that before the sword glow approached, the air in front of Liu Jia was torn open, and a black hole the size of an apple swallowed Zhao Ke's sword glow directly.

"It's useless, your morality is too bad, but your body... is a rare cauldron."

For Zhao Ke's sword light, Liu Jia's eyes showed disdain.

This ability might have been okay in the past, but now...it's really too weak for her.

But she really valued Zhao Ke's body.

From the first time he saw Zhao Ke, Liu Jia was taken aback.

He thought to himself: "Has this kid eaten the elixir jade dew?"

He was full of vitality and the sun, with a fascinating fragrance in his flesh and blood.

It is simply the reincarnation of Tang Seng.

In Liu Jia's eyes, Zhao Ke is simply the best cauldron, and to her, it is more nourishing than ginseng.

However, just when she was about to continue speaking, intending to lure Zhao Ke, she obediently let her go.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he screamed, "Damn it, put it down!"

I saw that Zhao Ke simply ignored Liu Jia's nonsense.

He grabbed Liu Jia's body and carried it on his shoulders like a dead pig.

With a lunge, he reached out and grabbed Wang Heng's collar.

Jump up and run faster than a rabbit.

Liu Jia never imagined that Zhao Ke would attack her body, and he was anxious and angry.

Purple flames overflowed from the pupils, and the space around Zhao Ke began to split apart.

Zhao Ke was stepping with one foot in the air, and when he realized something was wrong, he immediately retracted his foot.

Suddenly his feet lightened, Zhao Ke hurriedly looked down, and found that the front part of the boot had disappeared.

It was like being slashed out of thin air.

Fortunately, I noticed it quickly, otherwise I might not be able to keep my foot now.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke was afraid for a while.

The two sides are no longer on the same level at all.

The opponent's ability to manipulate space is definitely one of the few among the middle-level postmen. Not to mention the direct attack, they may not be able to fight a sneak attack.

It's just a matter of pausing on one foot.

The space around Zhao Ke began to distort, and the surrounding air twisted irregularly, let alone Zhao Ke.

Even Wang Heng, an ordinary person, can see clearly.