Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

As early as just now, he wanted to taste the taste of this bowl of soup.

At this time, seeing Qi Liang finish the drink in one gulp, nothing happened, and wanted to have another bowl.

How could Zhang Haigen let go of such a good thing.

Qi Liang shook his head: "I can't tell, you can try it yourself."

He didn't taste the ribs.

It's a sweet and sour taste, just like the bowl of apple liqueur soup I had when I was a child.

What a distant taste this is...

ten years?

Or 20 years?

It seemed to be the first taste left in my mouth when I was still a baby.

According to his father, his mother had no milk when she was alive, so she liked to make sweet wine soup and use chopsticks to dip a drop of it for herself to eat.

But Qi Liang has never experienced that taste, what kind of taste it is.

This bowl of soup is in the mouth, although Qi Liang doesn't know why the taste of this soup is apple liqueur soup.

But Qi Liang had a voice in his heart,

I kept telling him, yes, this is the smell my mother gave me with chopsticks.

"Okay, I'll try it myself."

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Haigen is definitely a wonderful flower. Others couldn't dodge it, but he took the initiative to get close to it.

Wang Lingling hesitated behind her and pulled him.

In the end, Zhang Haigen slapped her hand open, turned around and said: "Don't be stupid, you seem to be able to refuse if you want to drink, why don't you take the initiative yourself, what if it tastes good? Let's die as a full ghost."

When everyone heard it, they also felt that this was the truth.

Now they are all under the punishment state of the ghost market. They can neither leave the ghost market nor have the protection of camouflage. Even those who are more serious will have their abilities greatly weakened.

The old lady in front of her has unfathomable strength, if she really wanted to kill them, they might not be able to escape.

Look at the bloody corpse on the ground.

Thinking of this, everyone panicked.

"hey-hey!"

Zhang Haigen leaned over, and the old lady lowered her head and gave him a bowl as usual, Zhang Haigen was better at eating and enjoying than Qi Liang.

Holding a bowl of soup in his arms, he drank it in small sips. He also took out a pancake from the stamp album, soaked the pancake in the soup, and expressed satisfaction with each mouthful.

As everyone watched, the saliva couldn't stop flowing down under the tongue.

With Zhang Haigen and Qi Liang taking the lead, the others simply started to take the initiative.

Especially those who had vaguely guessed the identity of the old lady in their hearts, all of them lowered their heads, like children who had done something wrong, holding a bowl of soup, squatting aside and sipping.

Not to mention, the taste of the soup is really extraordinary, and everyone has a different taste after drinking it.

"Hehe, it's a pity that Xuetu is an idiot. Drinking a bowl of soup honestly is no better than anything else."

"Yeah, this guy is just too arrogant, he deserves it!"

Everyone drank the soup in their hands, and then looked at Xue Tu's body, and suddenly felt very grateful in their hearts. Fortunately, there was this idiot who helped them lie down.

But just after everyone drank up the soup in the bowl, they heard the old lady's faint words: "After drinking this bowl of soup, you can go on your way."

……

"Brother, there are nine out of ten times when life is unsatisfactory. There are some things, why do you have to be so clumsy!"

In the abandoned land, the big smoking gun looked at Zhao Ke who was busy, picked up the other smoking rod in his hand, and smoked it slowly.

After taking two puffs, he shook his head and felt that this pipe was not as good as the one that was taken away by Ke Zhao.

Momentarily resentful small eyes stared at the white jade cigarette stick on Zhao Ke's waist.

Zhao Ke ignored the big smoking gun.

Clean the iron pot, and plan to try to use the source hand to extract the spicy taste from the spicy melon that I picked back later.

"Don't talk about me, when will you get out, look at you, you don't worry about the outside situation at all."

Zhao Ke looked at the big smoking gun, wanting this guy to leave as soon as possible.

They have been here for about three or four days.

The big smoke stick didn't leave at all, and stayed here, on the one hand, to persuade Zhao Ke to leave the abandoned place with him.

On the other hand, I also want to avoid the limelight.

After all, the turmoil is so big, the ghost knows what the chaos is like outside.

Even if the turmoil is quelled.

What's next, I'm afraid it will be a bloodbath.

Thinking of this, the big smoker squinted his eyes, and a wisp of green smoke spewed out from his nasal cavity.

He said to Zhao Ke in a meaningful tone: "You think of the ghost market too simply. You really think that those guys are the only ones who can make such a big wave? Heh heh, they may not even know that they are being used as gunmen."

Zhao Ke knew that the big smoking gun had an unusual background, and he seemed to know a lot of things.

After hearing what he meant, Zhao Ke also became interested: "Then tell me, there is no one here anyway."

"Hey, if you think about it carefully, you can understand that these drug dealers have caused a catastrophe this time, and it is only right for the owner of the ghost market to kill them. It's better to let these guys make a fuss and make a fuss."

Smoking Gun said so.

Zhao Ke suddenly understood that in fact, the owner of the ghost market only needs to show his attitude to calm down this matter.

All that's left is to pay compensation, and it won't actually cause such a big turmoil.

But the owner of the ghost market allowed things to develop. On the one hand, he was beating these drug dealers.

On the other hand, let these postmen make a trick for themselves.