Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Therefore, unless they died on the spot, those who could be rescued would often try their best to revive them.

To this end they rioted Legion, but also developed a special machine.

It is said that if the person cannot be rescued, the person will be put in the machine, and the machine will force him to continue his life, but unless he can kill a dummy from a parallel plane, he will sleep in the machine for the rest of his life.

Having said that, Zhao Ke can probably understand why the commander sent him back.

There is another reason for this.

As for why the so-called critically ill area is set up like Datong shop, maybe it is just to observe whether they can survive, someone killed the prosthesis, and I can use it to recover.

If you can't make it through, it is estimated that you can only throw it in the machine and wait to die.

"time to eat!"

The two were chatting, when they heard someone shouting excitedly outside the door.

Cargill's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Finally, I'm eating. I'm starving to death. You don't know that a chef came recently. His cooking skills, I suspect that he is simply a gift from the true God, the incarnation of the true God!"

Ignoring Cargill's nonsense, Zhao Ke stared blankly at the chef who appeared in his field of vision with a large spoon.

That is, the incarnation of the true God that Cargill said.

Zhao Ke couldn't help clenching his fists, feeling as if thousands of grass and mud horses were running past.

That's right, Zhao Ke can be sure that this so-called chef incarnate is exactly the target he wants to hunt and kill, and is his avatar.

The faces of the two are almost identical.

More importantly, Zhao Ke can feel the power he lost, and the mellow natural aura is like a magnet, which makes Zhao Ke produce a special feeling.

But these are not things that Zhao Ke can accept. His avatar in the parallel world is actually such a coquettish and contrived girl!

With plump buttocks and a thin waist, and a half-open deep V-neck, Zhao Ke has a figure of at least 36D by visual inspection.

Recalling what Cargill said and the status of women in the army, his ass tightened, and a cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Chapter 681 Goddess!

Zhao Ke's worry is not superfluous, but more and more worried.

His own prosthesis, tall boots, and a kitchen robe with slits on both sides.

Half-hidden, while walking, you can even see the looming white lace inside.

For the fighters around who even feel like a sow.

Such coquettish makeup looks like a chicken that jumped into the pot by itself. I don’t forget to remind you to add salt.

"God! I am willing to use everything I have in exchange for the chance to have sex with her!"

"Get out! The goddess belongs to Lao Tzu, no matter how hard it is, it won't be your turn!"

"Bah, I just wanted to have a blast, but you actually want to have a turn, you stinky shameless!"

Listening to the boiling whistles of the soldiers around, and the obscene provocations among each other.

Zhao Ke couldn't help clenching his fist tightly.

"Don't pay attention to them, they just have a mouthful and feast their eyes, so don't be fooled.

The last time a fool got into the kitchen, he was whittled into a stick.

I heard that he was tortured all night, and when he came out, he became crazy. "

On the side, Jiajill worried that Zhao Ke would stretch out his salty hands recklessly, and that the end would definitely not be easy.

Even if the goddess doesn't cut you, you will be torn to pieces by other jealous soldiers.

Jiajill's words finally made Zhao Ke feel relieved, at least it seems that his prosthesis is not bad.

In fact, as long as you think about it, you know that after absorbing one-third of her ability, it is impossible for ordinary soldiers to be her opponents.

It was just the first time I saw my own prosthesis, such a heroic style.

It made Zhao Ke feel that his petty heart was about to be unbearable.

"Bang bang bang..."

The prosthesis held an iron spoon in its hand and tapped it on the iron pan, indicating that it was time to line up for dinner.

Zhao Ke, who is seriously ill and disabled, doesn't need to cook meals in person, and nurses will help deliver the meals.

Cargill was far from happy about this.

Instead, he looked at the soldiers in line with envy, jealousy and hatred.

Who knows, when these guys are eating, whether their eyes are looking at the delicious food in their hands, or at the goddess' deep V collar, the murder weapon that inadvertently appeared when they were eating.

I saw the lid of the pot lifted.

Along with a white mist overflowing from the iron pot, a faint fragrance of pineapple covered the entire ward.

It's pineapple beef rice.

The sweet fragrance, smelling into the nasal cavity, makes people appetite greatly.

I saw that the golden pineapple in the pot was smashed, mixed with the stewed beef, and the white rice grains were wrapped in the beef and pineapple.

The color is distinct and looks very light.

It's like a beautiful and refined girl in the fields.

No fancy clothes.

No heavy makeup.

What I have is just a simple, delicate and natural fragrance.

As you remember, the girl next door with a sweet smile.

When you think about it inadvertently, you will also look like a fool, following the smile in your memory, and giggling together is beautiful.

In the other pot, there are golden poached eggs with bear faces.

Golden and crispy fried on the outside.

The honest and cute bear face is served with pineapple rice on the plate.