Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke half-closed his eyes and glanced sideways.

In the heavy rain, I saw a pair of bare feet, with round ankles and graceful lines, and ten toes were covered with vermilion red and bright nail polish.

The long white skirt was drenched in the rain, and the slender legs could be seen under the skirt trying to hide it.

Because his back was facing him, a pink line could be seen on his round buttocks.

The long skirt was exposed, and her round and smooth pearl shoulders set off her exquisite figure.

She has a pretty figure.

Simply the best in the world.

However, Zhao Ke was only curious, and his eyes remained clear.

It's not that he has good concentration, after all, he is almost burnt out, even if Ji Wusui is in front of him now, he still has to hang up the sign of Kangliang.

"Such a good knife is really rare, do you want to sell it?"

Seeing that the woman turned around when she said this, Zhao Ke realized that the woman was not wearing a bra.

In the white skirt, clinging to the pair of hillsides, the picture involuntarily reminded Zhao Ke of the freshly fermented dough.

However, when Zhao Ke looked at the woman.

"Fizz!"

Zhao Ke's pupils stared fiercely. Even though he was severely burned, Zhao Ke still gritted his teeth and insisted on turning his head to the other side.

"The knife is for you! Please go!"

"Knife? Give it to me? You are so kind to me!"

The crisp voice that seemed to be like a squirrel only made Zhao Ke's scalp tingle and goose bumps all over his body.

"But I can't ask you for the knife for nothing. Come with me. I see that you just came here. You have wounds all over your body. I don't have any medicine. It's worth the money for the knife."

After the woman said this, she stretched out her hand to pull Zhao Ke.

When Zhao Ke heard it, his hair almost exploded, and he screamed: "Don't... hiss..." Before he could finish speaking, the woman's thin, boneless and slender hand was already grasping Zhao Ke's wrist.

With a strong lift, half of the wound on Zhao Ke's body burst open, causing Zhao Ke to simply faint in convulsions.

In a coma.

With his keen five senses, Zhao Ke could vaguely hear people constantly saying hello to him.

In the dilapidated thatched hut, an old man poked his head out of the house and saw the girl carrying Zhao Ke in the heavy rain.

His face changed, and he quickly turned his head back into the room.

"Ouch—" followed by the sound of vomiting.

The old man only half closed his eyes, poked his head out, and put out a smile uglier than crying: "Yi Nu, it's raining, go back quickly."

"it is good!"

Hearing the crisp and sweet voice, a smile appeared on the old man's cheek for a while, but this time the smile was much more sincere.

Looking back, I saw the figure disappearing in the rain.

Bajibajizui: "It's a pity, what a pity!"

"Yi Nu, you're back! Vomit..."

"Hello, Auntie."

"Aren't you hungry? I have a fever at home...burn...if I can't, I'll vomit again."

From time to time, someone greeted the girl on the road.

But again, the sound of vomiting came and went, but both the girl and the residents here seemed to be used to it.

In comparison, Zhao Ke suddenly felt that his patience was acceptable.

As for Zhao Ke, who was being carried on the back by a woman, no one cared about him, as if he didn't care about Zhao Ke at all.

Think about it too, not to mention that I have become like this.

Even if there are really some unreasonable thoughts, I'm afraid it's too late for these people to be happy.

Pushing open the wooden door, there was an unidentifiable smell in the room, which made Zhao Ke wrinkle his nose.

"Lie down first!"

Throwing Zhao Ke on the wooden bed casually, the woman started to burn firewood in a blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Ke quietly opened his eyes and looked around.

Although the house is very dilapidated, at least it is not leaking, which is much better than the outside.

As for that woman...

Zhao Ke didn't want to pay attention to this self-assertive guy for the time being.

He would rather close his eyes than face that face.

"First find a way to recover the wound. If there is food, with the talent of gluttony, it should recover quickly."

Zhao Ke was thinking about how to recover from his injuries in the shortest possible time.

Then find the cook, find a way, and take him to see the old man.

Of course the plan is nice though.

But nothing is easy to do.

However, since Zhao Ke dared to place all his bets on this, he naturally had some confidence in his heart.

Among them, the biggest reliance is his own six personalities, as well as Sheyuan Shou and Wuxiang Jianjing.

(Guo Shui: Jealousy is used as a sacrifice, so there are six personalities left)

These abilities are all unique abilities of oneself, obtained through hard work.

Even if the natal stamp is destroyed, but with these abilities, he may not have no chance.

"It's a pity, my earth's artery."