Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke looked at the woman sitting on the chair and lying on the table with her head in her arms.

This was the first time Zhao Ke observed her carefully.

It has to be said that she has a hot devil-like figure, with protruding front and back, round and slender legs, and she also belongs to that kind when walking on the street, the best of the spotlight.

But that completely disharmonious face was the only one that could extinguish any man's unreasonable thoughts.

What?Is it the same with the lights off?

hehe!You are right, besides, this woman's natural voice will definitely make you feel good.

But Zhao Ke promises that when you see that face again at dawn, and then think about the scene of last night, you will be stimulated by the psychological shadow.

To put it simply, Yi Ren's face is simply a test of his strength to prove that joke.

"You may be an angel sent from heaven, but when you landed, you landed on your face first."

Seemingly aware that Zhao Ke had woken up, Yi Ren rubbed his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke hurriedly looked elsewhere.

"Wake up, I'm going to make something to eat, after eating, let's go outside today and see if we can find the cook you mentioned."

Yi Ren said, ignoring Zhao Ke, and went to the kitchen to start working on his own.

In fact, she has no illusions about the cook in Zhao Ke's mouth.

The so-called Abandoned Land is more like a bigger cage.

There really is a so-called cook, how could she not know.

However, there are some things that require the other party to find the answer by themselves.

Simply cook a pot of black potato porridge.

Zhao Ke ate two bowls with a grunt. Although it was not the first time to eat it, this unique taste still made Zhao Ke's appetite greatly increased.

Walking out of the room, Zhao Ke stretched his muscles.

The effect of the black potato porridge is good. With the heat of the black potato porridge and the talent of the gluttonous personality, he can recover very quickly.

The scorched flesh on his face had already begun to grow back.

The hidden wounds inside the body have basically recovered.

It's just because it's new tender meat.

Ling Zhao Ke's face looked like he was suffering from some kind of skin disease, with patches of red and patches of black.

After the two had eaten, Zhao Ke followed Yi Ren out of the courtyard.

Zhao Ke walked in front, so he would relax a lot.

Otherwise, Zhao Ke couldn't help worrying.

Will Yi Ren, who is walking in front, turn around suddenly,

Smile to yourself clearly.

"Hey, brother Mazi, you came out so early."

As soon as the door was closed, Yi Ren's eyes lit up.

A middle-aged man happened to come out from the next yard.

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he would run into her when he went out so early. After a short moment of stupefaction, his eyes quickly shifted to the side.

But it was too late, his eyes were meeting Yi Ren's face, and in an instant, the man felt that he had been hit by a hammer on his stomach.

I endured it twice, but in the end I couldn't hold it back, and bent over to spit out two mouthfuls.

"Ugh... Yiren, what are you doing so early?"

Even if they live next door to each other, the middle-aged man obviously has no immunity to Yi Ren's face.

It's just that when the man said this, he looked at Zhao Ke, and the expression on the face of the Chinese character couldn't help concentrating, and he couldn't help but carefully scrutinized Zhao Ke's eyes.

While the man was sizing up Zhao Ke, he saw that Zhao Ke was also looking at him with a gleam in his eyes.

After crossing each other's eyes, they became vigilant in their hearts at the same time: "Master!"

This place is no more than a ghost city, there is no protective phantom that hides itself

The man in front of him had a beard and was tall and tall. Even though he was no longer a postman, Peng Zhuang's muscles had a marble-like luster.

Even though his gaze was very mellow, when the other party's eyes fell on him, the lightning-like light in his pupils made Zhao Ke couldn't help but be alert in his heart.

But alertness is alertness.

The middle-aged man, after a brief moment of stupefaction, nodded kindly to Zhao Ke.

Here, everyone is an ordinary person who has returned to the ordinary, there is no task in the horror space, and there is no interest that must be contested.

Those black potatoes with good taste can be seen everywhere here.

There is no shortage of food and drink.

I dare not say that the door is not closed at night and the road is not picked up. .

But here, everyone really has no desire to compete with each other.

"Yi Ren, he is..."

The middle-aged man pointed at Zhao Ke.

Yi Ren was taken aback for a moment, in fact, they had only known each other for a day, and speaking of it, she didn't know Zhao Ke's name yet.

"Wang Gouzi!"

But before Yi Ren opened his mouth, Zhao Ke had already stepped forward and reported his family first.

Very personal name.

But compared to the name of a middle-aged man, Wang Mazi's name is still much nicer.

"Your surname is Wang too? A pockmark, a dog, you two can't be brothers, right?"

Yi Ren was thinking about the names of the two of them.