Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke looked around, feeling confused, "Should...maybe...don't know."

"Hold!"

The fat pig cursed, thought for a while, and took out a room from the stamp album.

A golden hood.

Looking at the prop in his hand, Fat Pig's face was full of pain, "Bleeding, this time it's really bleeding, blood loss."

But just in case, I reluctantly activated the cover on my hand.

After activation, you can see the hood covering the heads of the two people.

In front of the two of them, a very thin golden mask was formed.

Zhao Ke tried to poke it a few times with his hand, and it seemed quite hard.

Silently gave the fat pig a thumbs up: "Bull... B!"

"Get out, I don't mean that?"

Fat Pig actually wanted to open his legs and let Zhao Ke show him, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He is a straight man of steel!real man.

Now in the crotch, it hurts like a chicken.

It feels like a broken bone.

The pain made Fat Pig break out in a cold sweat. He took out a bottle of white powder from the stamp album, poured it on his hand, and took a deep breath.

Taking a deep breath, the pain suddenly subsided a lot.

Although it is a drug, this thing is a very good painkiller for the postman.

As for the side effects, anyway, they will recover every time they return to reality, so I am not afraid of any discomfort.

Besides, the postman's physique, even if he smoked it every day, nothing would go wrong.

At best it is a little addictive.

But who cares, the ghost knows whether he can see the sun tomorrow.

"Minefield!"

Not far away, Xue Tong frowned.

There were not many corpse birds in his hand. They were frozen and cut by Zhao Ke before, and the remaining ones were far from enough to pose a threat to Zhao Ke.

But Xue Tong couldn't be bothered.

"Hmph! I thought you were so smart, just this trick? What a disappointment!"

Xue Tong frowned, not because he was embarrassed by the minefield.

Instead, he felt that Zhao Ke was too stupid.

How could such a stupid guy be his own prosthesis.

Is this an indirect insult to yourself? ?

The number of mutated living corpses is indeed not much.

But there are as many ordinary living corpses as you want.

Aren't you hiding in a minefield?

Lao Tzu leveled the minefield.

I saw Xue Tong's effort in saying this, starting from Daxia Ding and letting it out.

Dense living corpses.

It's like taking out garbage from a gourd, pouring it out continuously.

Seeing Fat Pig's forehead bursting with cold sweat, he squinted at Zhao Ke and asked, "Big breasts, is this your ability?"

Zhao Ke neither admitted nor denied it.

Zhao Ke is determined not to expose Da Xia Ding's golden stamp.

A piece of dream gem has attracted so many right and wrong.

Not to mention, a golden stamp.

This building is exposed, what should I do in the future?

This time it's the Hounds, what about next time, what if it's someone stronger than the Hounds next time?

Zhao Ke is not confident.

You can't call your wife to wipe your ass every time, it hurts your self-esteem.

Besides, sometimes my wife is not easy to use.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke subconsciously opened his crotch and lowered his head to take a look.

Seeing this, Fat Pig looked a little unhappy.

"Go ahead!"

Xue Tong pointed at Zhao Ke.

Immediately, a large number of living corpses in front of them began to rush forward.

"What should we do, shall we go now?"

The bright light exploding in front of him made Fat Pig a little bit blindfolded.

From time to time, stones from the explosion would come and hit the mask in front of the two of them, making loud clanging noises, which made Fat Pig feel a little flustered.

Because he didn't know what Zhao Ke, a lunatic, was going to do next.

You can only follow him all the way to the black.

Thinking of this, Fat Pig began to doubt his divination for the first time.

According to the divination, only by following this guy can he have a chance.