Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

When Zhao Ke said this, a bit of grievance appeared on his face. This was not pretending, but Zhao Ke really felt wronged for the old man.

"He went to Russia, Spain, Brazil, New York, Austria..."

Accompanied by his fingers, Zhao Ke told the places he visited in those years with the old man one by one.

Every time he mentioned a place, the cook's pupils couldn't help but a flash of light flashed. These places were all the places she told him that she wanted to go.

She knew that he had been looking for herself all these years, but she never thought that he would go so far.

"What kind of soup does he still want to study? He said that if he researched it, it might let you know that he is looking for you. You don't know. In order to study the soup, he stopped cooking and went to the bathhouse to give people a bath. Bring the Niwan back, and say that you want to distill the flavor inside the Niwan and make it into soup."

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched a few times.

Obviously, this Baiwei soup left a deep impression on him.

You can't understand what it's like to see a big bucket of black mud put in a steamer by the old man, and the whole street smells like boiled excrement.

"Pfft~"

Hearing this, the cook couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing out loud.

This fool, who lied to him at the beginning, did not expect that he would still remember it.

Using mud from people's body to make Baiwei soup, only he can think of such a genius's attention.

He just smiled and laughed, tears could not stop overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Looking at the teardrops in the corners of his wife's eyes, Zhao Ke suppressed the smile on his face, his expression straightened, and his voice choked up.

"Master, come back with me, the old man is about to lose his hold."

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, the cook felt even more unhappy, she just turned her head to look at Zhao Ke, put her hand on Zhao Ke's head, her kind eyes were as loving as looking at her own child, but it was Shaking his head, he said, "No way!"

Chapter 816 She Bite!

No!

The answer Zhao Ke got was very direct, even ruthless.

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and his hands were suddenly clenched into fists, but soon, Zhao Ke opened his palms again.

"Can you give me a reason?"

Zhao Ke tried his best to control his tone and calm down his tone.

Although after he got the two-word answer in his heart, his anger was like ignited gasoline, with a bang, about to burst out of his chest.

But Zhao Ke endured it.

He could see that the mistress in front of her had feelings for the old man, and it was a very deep one.

Otherwise wouldn't be sitting here, talking to myself.

When he talked about the past, Zhao Ke could feel her emotional fluctuations.

Faced with such feelings, she resolutely chose to refuse.

Zhao Ke could hear the heaviness behind this ruthlessness.

"Is that old woman not allowing you to leave?"

Although Zhao Ke could understand, he was always a little upset and couldn't help complaining.

Hearing these words, the smoker behind the kitchen door almost rushed out, knelt down to Zhao Ke, and said in his heart: "Ancestor, you are my own ancestor, please don't mention this again, let me live two more years." year."

The cook was stunned for a moment, with a resentful expression on her face, but she poked Zhao Ke's forehead with her finger and tapped lightly.

A force that Zhao Ke couldn't shake made Zhao Ke sit on the ground.

"You, you dare to speak unscrupulously after you have caused such a big disaster. It's not that I don't want to leave, it's that I have no way to leave."

Although it was a reprimand, but the tone was much gentler, more like the elders of the family casually speaking to the naughty boys below.

Such a gentle tone made the eyeballs of the big smoking gun hiding behind the kitchen door drop.

I have seen the ruthless side of this master.

In the Red Smoke Pavilion, the senior stewards who are in charge are not trembling, for fear that if they are not careful, they will touch the brow of the mother-in-law. If they are a little careless, the end may be disastrous.

Look at those big businessmen who were supported by the Red Smoke Hall, kneeling in front of the door every year, and wishing this mother-in-law New Year's greetings.

On weekdays, even if I heard about it, today my mother-in-law coughed.

I have to hurry over and say hello on the road.

Every year is like this, every year is like the sky.

That's not to be frightened by the iron-blooded wrist of the red granny.

The master of the ghost market is not as simple as a word, but the real power to control the life and death of these people in the ghost market.

Like Zhao Ke, who doesn't know how to live or die, it's just playing tricks.

However, Granny Hong would accept this trick, calling it a reprimand, in the eyes of the big smoker, this treatment is really...

"As expected of the future prince, this is the treatment of a real son."

Zhao Ke got up from the ground, surprised at the cook's strength.

Although my ability has temporarily disappeared, my physical body is not ordinary, but I was lightly tapped with a finger, and I sat down on the ground.

This strength, even those melee postmen, might not be comparable to it.

But the teacher didn't seem to be ashamed when she met her, she rolled her eyes, and continued to show off her shameless spirit: "Yes, yes, teacher, what you taught me is, but what is the reason, you have to let me know."

Zhao Ke was determined to find a way to take her out of the ghost market, even if it was just to meet the old man.

No matter how many difficulties there are, I will try my best to solve them.

It seems to be seeing Zhao Ke's thoughts.

The cook couldn't help but calm down, and gently patted the dirt off Zhao Ke's body with her hands that were not stained with smoke.

"I know that you have prepared a lot to let me leave the ghost city, but this matter is too difficult."

As the big smoking gun once said, people with slave marks should be allowed to leave the ghost market and enter reality.

Not two senior postmen teamed up.