Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

One Lu Hao is enough for him.

If there is another one, Zhao Keke will have to consider another candidate.

Fortunately, Fat Pig's next move completely explained what a straight man of steel is.

Although it lost its five limbs, the fat pig opened its mouth to reveal its fangs, and pounced on the fat cat's body. The fangs pierced the fat cat's throat fiercely, not caring whether the fat cat was infected with the S virus or not.

He has already been injected with the second-level vaccine, and this amount of virus poses no threat to him at all.

The black dirty blood was swallowed by the fat pig mouthful.

The teeth tore the flesh from Fat Cat's neck, crushed the bones in his throat, and lay on the ground with his face covered in blood.

An indescribable pleasure.

The only thing I'm upset about is that I couldn't double the prosthesis and try my own pain at that time.

With the death of the prosthesis.

Fat Pig could feel a familiar force welling up from the body of the prosthetic.

Most of them rushed into his head, and only a small part disappeared.

"It's done!"

I saw the fat pig's head and body split apart, and a brand new body spread rapidly from under the severed throat.

First, the bones, blood vessels, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, followed by the rapid growth of muscles and epidermis.

In a blink of an eye, Fat Pig couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling more comfortable than ever before.

And the moment he opened his eyes, Fat Pig lowered his head and looked at his crotch.

When he saw the mighty bully under his crotch blocking the target, Fat Pig couldn't help but smile, and was so excited that he wanted to jump up and down.

"Hahaha, damn it, I'm finally no longer an unregistered (chicken) person!"

It can be seen that Fat Pig has been under the pressure of being a chickenless person psychologically during this period of time. Seeing his own J2 at this time, he feels even more excited than when he regained his vajra body.

"Don't talk, I know what you want to say, first give me half... no, an hour, I'm going to practice my gear shifting skills!"

After the fat pig finished speaking, he swept around, turned around and burrowed into the grass, intending to find a place where no one was around, and pick up the traditional craftsmanship that had been ruined for many days.

Zhao Ke didn't care about him, instead he let out a long sigh in his heart, this kind of steel straight man was the teammate he was looking for.

If it's Lu Hao, no matter how strong he is, he doesn't intend to win him over.

Stepping back, the surrounding vines quickly weaved a lounge chair behind Zhao Ke, and the fluffy leaves supported Zhao Ke's body.

Lie flat on the chair.

He took out the cigarette stick from the postal album, took a puff happily, and accompanied by the green smoke, the heavy smoke surrounded Zhao Ke, which made Zhao Ke's tense heartstrings relax a lot for a while.

Just look carefully, and you will find that Zhao Ke is lying there, but there is a look in the deep eyes that ordinary people can't understand.

It seems that it contains too much, not only the present, but also thinking about the future.

Seeing this, the Sambar and the old tree quietly stood aside, without saying a word.

It is knowing that Zhao Ke is contemplating, and he has too much burden on him, just like a game of chess ahead, and the opponent officially cannot see the future.

"Hoo... old man! Be sure to wait for me."

Zhao Ke looked at the sky above his head, and his other fist was clenched deeply into a ball.

"hungry!!"

At this time, Butcher Zhi He crawled out from that fart, looking at the fat cat's corpse like a mountain of meat, his eyes sparkled.

It's just that Fat Cat's body is a zombie after all, like a mountain of meat, the butcher's box can't be swallowed in one bite, so it can only lean in front of Zhao Ke, staring at Zhao Ke with pitiful eyes.

"hungry!!"

Unlike Sambar and Old Tree, the two wily and calculating monsters, Butcher's Box didn't care about them, and leaned forward in front of Zhao Ke with its mouth open, like a child begging for candy from an adult.

Well, this is definitely a brat, the kind who gets beaten up every day.

Zhao Ke scratched his head, glanced at the fat cat's body like a mountain of meat, such a huge body, scratched his head and looked at the sambar.

"Do we have a bigger iron pot?"

Sambar shook his head, iron is ready-made, the high-strength heavy metal V18 brought back by Zhao Ke, there are plenty in the warehouse.

But the problem is that the pot made of that thing may not be able to heat up even if it is placed in the crater.

After thinking about it, Sambar said: "This is also simple."

As Sambar said, he took out Ma Liang's pen holder, called out the paper figurine, and wrote the word '炗' on the paper figurine's face.

Immediately, the paper figurines dissipated, and the huge iron pot in front of them rose from the ground, and the fire underneath was also ignited.

When Zhao Ke saw this, a smile appeared on his face, he took Xue Jizi from the postal album and held it in his hand, and said in his heart, "Hey, it's good to eat the old man!"

"Hoohoo...ah~hehe..."

On the lawn, Fat Pig's frowning brows gradually relaxed following a slight tremor of his body.

All of a sudden everything became dull.

What red dust and smoke powder, everything is just floating clouds.

It's like climbing a mountain to see the smallness of the mountains and feel the vastness of the stars.

The breeze blowing against his ears gave Fat Pig a feeling of great enlightenment. He put his palms together and was about to shout out Amitabha.

Suddenly there was a strong fragrance, which made Fat Pig involuntarily raise his nasal cavity.

"Hiss... Gudong!"

Take a sip, the aroma is overflowing, with a special aroma, more like stewed, the more fragrant it is, the fat pig opened his eyelids, and shouted in his heart: "Go to Amitabha."

Pulling up his trousers, the fat pig quickly ran over following the scent.

Not far away, Zhao Ke stood in front of a huge iron pot in an open space, waving a wooden spoon and stirring the iron pot constantly.

The strong aroma rushed to the face for a while, and the greedy fat pig drools.

The fat pig swallowed the spittle and shouted, "What kind of dish is this?"