Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Can not help but stunned.

Strong soup aroma, accompanied by the taste of blood.

The smile on Xuetu's face became even more ferocious, remembering that when they were lost in the mountains for a pilgrimage, when they were hungry, Xuetu looked at his companion who was climbing the mountain together.

"Yes, that's the smell. I remember that girl's smell, and her terrified eyes before she died."

Thinking of the taste like a yellow throat, Xuetu took out the dagger from his stamp album.

He actually cut it towards his own scalp, and immediately, blood overflowed, making Xuetu's face stained with blood.

But Xue Tu didn't realize it.

Everyone looked at Xue Tu, and gently lifted their skulls, and couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb.

The slender fingers gently squeezed out a piece of pink meat tendon from the inside, and stretched out his tongue to roll it.

The mouthful, the unforgettable taste made Xue Tu close his eyes and take a deep breath: "That's right, that's the taste."

Chapter 814 Old woman, very bad!

Who is the bloodbath.

Among the intermediate postmen, the well-known fourth-level ability user.

For example, among the new forces, the Hound Group, which is often discussed by people recently, is headed by Hunting.

He was unanimously favored by everyone, but he was punched by Xue Tu, causing internal injuries.

As for Qi Liang, although his reputation has skyrocketed, he is called the leading brother.

But just entered the middle-level postman, no matter how fierce the Holy Light stamp is, it is at best the first level.

No wonder in Xue Tu's eyes, it was just a rice grain candle.

There were even rumors that his strength could break through to the fifth level long ago.

But it seems that he is deliberately suppressing himself, wanting to perfect his natal stamp and break through the fifth level ability.

Once it breaks through, it will be able to call itself a faction from now on, fierce and unstoppable.

However, such a frightening figure is in front of everyone at this time.

Bit by bit, he pulled out his brain and ate with relish, until he lost his feeling after eating, and when he lowered his head, he died inexplicably.

Those present were not vicious people with bloody hands.

Not to mention murder, even women and children, the elderly, and even babies, they can do it.

Even in the hearts of some people, ordinary people are no longer human beings.

Rather, they are creatures of one level lower than them.

Under the law of the jungle, the weak will not arouse sympathy no matter how many they kill.

But to be a strong man, a master who made them deeply afraid, died so strangely.

But it cast a shadow over everyone's heart, even fear.

Qi Liang looked at the motionless corpse kneeling on the ground, holding the bowl of broth in his hand for a while, his face flickered, he didn't know whether to drink it or not.

"Drink!"

At this time, the old lady turned her head to look at Qi Liang.

Those cloudy eyes made Qi Liang feel the pressure at this moment, and the holy fire in his body instantly dimmed.

Qi Liang felt the long-lost coldness.

He even handed the soup bowl to his mouth involuntarily, as if he was completely out of his control.

Looking at the soup in front of him with white mist, the golden oily flowers float on the soup noodles, and there is a layer of crushed garlic yellow on top, which is delicious and mouth-watering.

But that scent always reminded Qi Liang of that big bowl of meat back then.

Just watching the soup bowl sticking to his mouth uncontrollably, Qi Liang frowned, held his breath and opened his mouth to drink a bowl of soup in one gulp.

Those who held their breath together with Qi Liang were the postmen around them.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on Qi Liang, but his heart was more nervous than Qi Liang himself.

What they were nervous about was not Qi Liang's life or death, but whether the next bowl of soup could be drunk.

Looking at the momentum of the old lady in front of her, she intends to let everyone come to drink soup.

Thinking of Xuetu's strange death just now, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Even some old fritters saw the picture in front of them.

A bold possibility arose in their hearts, but they couldn't be sure, because the master hadn't appeared in the eyes of everyone for a long, long time.

Even if they are sure, they dare not say it.

At this moment, everyone's hopes could not help but be pinned on Qi Liang, the leading brother again.

Entrance of thick soup.

However, Qi Liang's tightly locked brows were gradually relaxed, and the tense muscles of his whole body were also relaxed. The surroundings were so quiet that Qi Liang could be heard gulping down mouthfuls.

As if drinking a bowl of soup, it has a magical power, making Qi Liang drink it involuntarily.

"what!"

After drinking a bowl, Qi Liang put down the bowl in his hand and looked at the old lady in front of him: "Well... can I have another bowl?"

"No, one bowl per person." The old lady refused Qi Liang.

If Zhao Ke were here, he would beat his chest and stamp his feet, scolding Qi Liang for being such a stupid pig, for actually drinking the soup in one gulp.

Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit.

How can one understand the true deliciousness of this soup.

"Xiao Liang, what does it taste like? Is it pork rib soup?"

At this time, Zhang Haigen also took Wang Lingling and walked quickly behind Qi Liang.

Seeing that Qi Liang drank so deliciously, Zhang Haigen couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit.