Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

This kind of ability is afraid that only the postman's sacrificial skills can appear.

In other words, Tuluca may be a prosthesis of an unknown postman.

It's just that he died earlier.

Naturally, it is impossible for Tuluca to sacrifice stamps or postage points to stimulate such abilities like the postman.

So the price for activating such an ability is naturally only one, life!

Facing Tuluka's mad killing intent, Zhao Ke took a look at the sniper rifle in his hand, his chest heaved slightly, put the sniper rifle away, and slowly pulled it out from the postal album.

"You want to fight, satisfy you!"

The blade was unsheathed, and the piercing frost caressed Zhao Ke's expressionless cheek.

The secondary pupil opened, and Zhao Ke activated his angry and arrogant personality at the same time.

"kill!"

Tuluka flames burned his body, but the pain couldn't cover the anger in his chest.

In my mind, when the two finally parted, the smile on the corner of Domes' mouth flashed, and he said that he would wait in the defense zone.

As long as he sees a signal flare, he will respond as soon as possible.

wait……

one day,

two days,

three days,

Tuluka squats at the top of the defense zone every day, waiting for the agreed signal flare.

But that flare never appeared again.

That parting became a farewell.

"Two cuts in a row."

"Moon wolf run!"

In an instant, the figures of the two were suddenly blurred in the light of the knife.

"Bang!" The cold knife light came down, accompanied by a clear and soft cry.

Zhao Ke's brows were furrowed together immediately, looking at the handle of the knife stuck in his abdomen, there was a look of helplessness between his brows.

Close your eyes slightly, hold the handle of the knife tightly with both hands and push forward forcefully.

"puff!"

As the blade pierced through inch by inch, Tuluka's chest was only piercingly cold, and his blood flowed all over his body in an instant.

A mouthful of Baishuang spewed out from Tuluka's mouth, and Zhao Ke seemed to hear his weak voice: "Why didn't you come back!"

Under hoarfrost.

Tuluka's eyes became hazy, with deep fatigue in his dilated pupils, as if he had returned to that day, and he was always standing at the top of the defense line, waiting for the agreed signal.

The icy rain hit his face, making his mind tense. He wondered if this heavy rain would impress the light of the signal flare.

He stared at the sky intently.

Powerlessness, confusion, and despair accompanied the rain, pouring into his body, washing away the last hope in his heart.

Just when Tuluka's pupils were dilated.

Suddenly a pair of fiery palms caressed his shoulders.

"I am back!"

Familiar voice, can't tell if it's an illusion or real.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but maybe he was too tired, the never-ending war was like heavy rain for many days.

He was sleepy and a little cold.

But... just come back!

Looking at Tuluka's frozen eyes in his arms, the fire of life was gradually extinguished.

Zhao Ke was very helpless, he couldn't tell what it was like in his bitter smile.

Slowly put Tuluka's body down from his arms, brushed his eyes lightly with his palms, and closed his eyelids for him.

He thought about putting Tuluka in the stamp album and burying him when he left here.

But if you think about it carefully, it's not appropriate.

He belongs here, his beliefs are here, and maybe his relatives are here.

Perhaps burying here is his destination.

Zhao Ke stood up, stretched out his hand, pulled out the short knife stuck in his abdomen and threw it on the ground.

Replace the arrogant personality and activate the gluttony.

At the same time, he took out a golden medicine steamed bun from the stamp album, put it in his mouth, and chewed it leisurely.

Staring forward with both eyes, she put Xue Jizi back in the stamp album.

Zhao Ke's body was quickly covered with a layer of pitch-black armor, and two fist blades popped out with slightly clenched fists.

Under the light from the scorching sun and the thorn in the night, one could see Zhao Ke's extremely irritable eyes hidden under the visor.

"Who else!"

The sound was not loud, but when it came to the ears, it sounded like a tiger roaring, as if the person walking in front of him was not a human being, but a vicious tiger who was in a bad mood and was about to kill to vent his anger.

Not far away, Feihun, who was fighting hard, heard the sound and felt a chill in his heart.

At this time, why didn't he know that everything in front of him was a trap aimed at him.

"Hey hey, your luck seems to be bad!"

Being possessed by the ghost tiger, Fat Pig only felt that his strength had increased dramatically. To him, although the weight of the ghost tiger was astonishing, it didn't affect him at all.