Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

With a scream, Wang Heng was about to back away, when his mother picked up the fruit knife on the table and stabbed it into Wang Heng's chest.

"what!!"

Looking at the stabbing fruit knife, Wang Heng suddenly opened his eyes, only to realize that everything was just a dream.

"call……"

Closing his eyes and taking a long breath, Wang Heng gently rubbed his temple with one hand.

After a while, Wang Heng opened his eyes again.

Just opening his eyes, Wang Heng suddenly felt something was wrong.

Looking down, a pair of bare feet and slender legs stood neatly in front of her.

Along Bai Nen's slender calf, Wang Heng looked up little by little.

Waiting to see a lot of those black and shiny hairs, the mysterious area covered.

Wang Heng blushed, quickly avoided his gaze, and raised his head to look up.

Just looking at it, Wang Heng couldn't help holding his breath, he felt a cool air rushing up his spine, making all the hairs on his body stand on end.

A row of girls stood neatly in front of them, but they didn't have a single head.

Wang Heng opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but found that he couldn't even shout.

His body trembled, and a urge to urinate came over him, but Wang Heng found that he couldn't urinate.

When I looked again, I saw that my crotch was wet.

Frightened, he slapped Wang Heng's shoulder heavily with one hand. In an instant, Wang Heng's eyelids rolled up, and he fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.

"Did you pass out again??"

Sambar looked at Wang Heng, who had passed out for the fifth time, and could not help silently mourning for Wang Heng for 30 seconds.

I don't know how this guy offended Zhao Ke, the devil.

It was Zhao Ke who tried to frighten him.

I was so scared that I pissed all the urine, so I continued.

Sambar suspected that this guy was not scared to death by Zhao Ke, and that he would not be able to get away with his kidney deficiency.

"It's muddled! It's muddled!"

At this moment, the sambar's eyes went dark, and he saw the butcher's box jump up from the ground angrily, and gnawed on the sambar's head.

"Woooooo!!"

The sambar kicked and kicked, and finally kicked the butcher's box away from his head.

As soon as the butcher's box fell to the ground, he grinned wide, as if he might bite it again at any time.

|#｀д′|: "Hungry!!"

The corner of Sambar's mouth twitched, and he wiped off the drool on his face, that's it!I am also laughing at fifty steps.

There is this ancestor beside him.

Zhao Ke asked him to be in charge of the barbecue, but this guy is still very picky, not only must the taste be delicious, but also the taste should be mature? ?

If it's one or two yuan, it's fine. In the end, this product is a bottomless pit, and it's not enough to eat.

Now, for the barbecue, the white beard of the sambar, which symbolizes longevity, has been smoked into black beards, and several of them are burnt.

The distressed sambar is literally bleeding.

It's nothing to work hard, but in the eyes of Sambar, the heavy oily smoke from the grilled meat has invisibly shortened his lifespan.

If I really cooked all the roasted meat in the back, I would lose at least three years of my life.

If I get lung cancer or something, I really want to cry but have no tears.

Zhao Ke has a deep understanding of Sambar's distress.

That's why he entrusted such a difficult task to Sambar.

Regarding this, Zhao Ke felt more and more that it was a very wise decision not to slice and stir-fry the old sambar deer, mince the meat and braise it with braised sauce.

After all, as the ancients said, an old family is like a treasure, and it seems that these words are quite reasonable.

Ignore the movement from the sambar and the butcher's box.

Seeing Wang Heng lying on the ground.

Zhao Ke used his camera hand to draw out all his frightened emotions on Wang Heng's body.

A group of black spheres was carefully held by Zhao Ke in his hand.

Zhao Ke took a deep breath, turned around and walked to Sambar's side.

As soon as Butcher Zhihe saw Zhao Ke, his smiling face immediately changed.

This guy has been with Zhao Ke for so long, and he finally knows who his master is.

Kicking away the butcher's box that was licking his thigh, Zhao Ke felt that this guy had no sense of master in his eyes.

It's purely that whoever gives you more food will run with him.

"Get ready! I hope you're right."

As soon as Sambar heard this, he immediately regained his energy, patted his chest and said, "It's definitely true, Gui Chaosheng is a person from the Mei family in Yizhuang, Xiangxi. The Longevity Coffin of the Mei Family, mine, I don’t know yet!”

"Ahem, it's mine!"

Zhao Ke cleared his throat and reminded Sambar.

"Yes, yes, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!"

Sambar nodded repeatedly, but couldn't help muttering in his heart: "If you survive for five or sixty years, if you survive, it will be mine."

"That...do you want to continue baking?"

Sambar pointed to the barbecue beside him.

"hungry!"