Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

I saw a person sitting on a rock not far away.

The sharp-mouthed monkey has white hair and a short stature. Sitting on a stone, it looks like a mature mouse.

Zhao Ke's eyes were fixed on the cigarette stem of the white jade cigarette holder in the opponent's hand.

The familiar tobacco rod, as insignificant as ever, coupled with the smell of tobacco in the performance.

Immediately, the expression on Zhao Ke's face became weird, and he thought: "No way, such a coincidence???"

Chapter 808 The Crazy Smoking Gun

"Smoking gun?" Zhao Ke tried to call him.

In fact, when Zhao Ke saw the cigarette stick, he was basically sure that he was a big smoking gun.

After all, no one is so angry except him.

Use emerald jade to make a smoke pot.

Use white marble as a cigarette holder.

Even the tobacco poles must be made of agarwood.

Who else but him?

Sure enough, Zhao Ke yelled, and saw the big smoking gun suddenly raised his head, staring at Zhao Ke with piercing eyes.

That look made Zhao Ke feel a chill.

I always feel like the bone spirit has seen Tang Monk's flesh.

Zhu Bajie saw the ginseng fruit.

"Big brother, what a coincidence!" I saw the big smoking gun slapping his thigh, looking like a coincidence.

Exaggerated acting skills, even the [-]th line road show is better than him.

Seeing the eager eyes on this guy's face, he still wanted to say yes and no, what a coincidence.

The corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched suddenly, and he cursed secretly: "Coincidentally, you MMB."

Don't even ask, just say something to yourself, big brother? ?

What a coincidence?

Among the people Zhao Ke knew, the big smoking gun was definitely a coincidence.

The two are kind of bad friends who share the same interests but wish for each other's misfortune.

But it was okay at the beginning, but later, Zhao Ke gradually realized that the situation seemed to be a bit wrong. The ghost market is so big, how could he meet this guy everywhere?

It is said that there is no coincidence in the book.

coincidence.

The word was invented very well.

It seems that there is nothing wrong. It is a coincidence that the two words cannot be explained.

Even if a rich man falls down and accidentally inserts his stick into the model's body, it can be explained by coincidence.

This description is not appropriate.

But Zhao Ke's mood at this time was just like that of the model.

And the big smoking gun in front of him was the rich man who accidentally fell down.

It made Zhao Ke feel like being raped by a coincidence.

Facing Zhao Ke's suspicious eyes, Smoking Gun had a Buddhist expression on his face.

A look that you believe it or not, anyway, I believe it.

Facing the brazen expression of this old oily man, Zhao Ke took a step back silently, and pushed from behind with his other hand.

Accompanied by the white skirt fluttering in front of her.

The thief's eyes of the big smoking gun suddenly lit up.

It has to be said that Yi Ren's figure, paired with a plain white dress, is completely eye-catching.

Even the old rogue like Big Smoking Gun, who spent every day in the Red Smoke House, couldn't help but his eyes brightened.

Praise in my heart, superb!

Those legs...hey, I could play with them for a year.

Whoops!This buttocks... Hey, out of print airbags, what it feels like when a car crashes.

Hiss - this mountain, no, no, it's going to kill me.

this face...

Big Smoking Gun raised his head with expectant eyes, staring deeply at Yi Ren's face.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze at this second.

"Fuck me!"

Immediately afterwards, Smoking Gun suddenly rolled up his eyelids, and saw his neck tightened suddenly, and his old face suddenly turned red.

Without taking a breath, the cigarette stick in his hand fell to the ground for a moment, and the jadeite cigarette butt was smashed into pieces.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Zhao Ke, a bad friend, still played a role.

One shoulder stepped forward, and he slapped the big smoking gun on the face with a slap.

"vomit!"

The big smoking gun was pulled down by Zhao Ke and fell to the ground, and the big mushroom stuck in his throat was spit out by him, out of breath.

That old face, from red to white, took a long time to vomit before recovering.

"This is my friend, let's chat for a while." Zhao Ke lowered his head and said to Yi Ren.

Although this woman is very silly, but seeing the expressions of Zhao Ke and Big Smoker, she still walks away tactfully.

Of course, she didn't see anything, she was just worried that if she continued to stay here, the old man would vomit to death.