Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Sexy ketones.

Those long, slender legs.

And...the pop of the corn cob being pulled out of the honeypot

It feels exciting to think about.

But soon, Zhao Ke shook his head, clearing up the thoughts in his mind.

A silent sin in my heart.

That's me.

Get on yourself.

Although it is very exciting, it always feels so twisted.

It's as if I'm wearing women's clothing and looking at myself in the mirror, it's full of sins.

"It's cheap, but the layout of the minefield, how do you think I know about this kind of thing?"

Fat Pig was taken aback, "Could it be that you can sense the location of the mines?"

Zhao Ke continued to shake his head: "I can't sense it."

These landmines are the special technology of the riot army. Once they are buried, they are basically impossible to detect.

Zhao Ke also thought about making some landmines like this.

As a result, there was no time to start.

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he could feel the nasal cavity sound of the fat pig taking a deep breath.

It seems that he is forcing himself to calm down.

"You can't sense the mines, and you don't know the layout of the mines. Why do you enter the minefield? Also, don't tell me you want to rely on luck, take me there!"

Although Fat Pig tried his best to suppress his emotions, Zhao Ke could still hear that there was a lot of anger in this fat man's tone.

Before I stabbed him in the ass with a knife, although Fat Pig yelled and scolded him fiercely.

But not really angry.

But at this time, Fat Pig was really angry.

Minefield!

This place is the Jedi.

As long as Zhao Ke made a wrong step, both of them would be able to explode into the sky.

It is estimated that after death, the corpses may not be able to tell who belongs to whom.

As soon as he thought of it, the corpses were shattered all over the place.

This could be his leg, that could be his.

Thinking of this, Fat Pig's face turned green.

But what was even more exasperating was that Zhao Ke actually nodded to Fat Pig with a serious face and said, "That's right, I just rely on luck."

"Rely on your sister!"

Nobody knows luck better than Fat Pig.

Although ethereal.

But it is elusive.

Sometimes luck is fixed, and sometimes it is fluid.

It's like playing at a gambling table.

If you see a guy who loses everything.

Just press against him, and invisibly, his bad luck will set off your luck.

But this thing is a fad.

By luck?

Other than yourself, others want to rely on luck.

The grass on the grave is already three meters high.

Zhao Ke actually dragged him into the minefield, claiming to rely on luck? ?

The fat pig killed him in an instant, and his heart was gone.

"Why, don't you feel moved when I support you so hard?" Zhao Ke paused. "If you don't feel moved, I'll let you go."

"Moved, moved! Don't move!"

Seeing that Zhao Ke wanted to let him go, Fat Pig became anxious immediately.

"Are you sure, are you lucky?" Fat Pig asked tentatively.

"Okay!"

Zhao Ke felt that his luck was pretty good.

After all, if someone else opened the red coffin, he would be dead.

He also picked up a wife.

This luck...isn't it bad? ?

Zhao Ke completely forgot that when the five ghosts heard about the red coffin, they ran faster than a rabbit.

What's more, he forgot how Ji Wusui pulled his spine out of his back one by one.

I also forgot that when I plated walnuts, it was so sour.

In short, Zhao Ke felt that his luck should not be bad.

Of course, if the five ghosts were on the scene at this time, they would definitely tell Zhao Ke clearly.

It's not his luck, it's his fate.