Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Big Smoking Gun squatted aside, surprised in his heart that Zhao Ke's hand of taking the source had such an ability to turn decay into magic.

And what is rare is that this ability was actually cultivated by Zhao Ke himself.

This can't help but make the big smoking gun mentality active.

Thinking back to yesterday, I followed Granny Hong, carefully making up my mind, I could do some tricks in the space ring.

If Zhao Ke is in danger, there is also a caretaker.

However, this opinion was rejected by Granny Hong.

I saw the cook's eyes turned back to Zhao Ke's direction, and the big smoking gun could feel the struggle in Granny Hong's heart.

It's just that she is not an ordinary woman after all.

Shaking his head, he rejected his proposal.

"I will wait for him on the edge of the mysterious land, if he can come..."

At this time, Big Smoking Gun has the problem of making a cheap mouth again: "What if we can't make it?"

After saying this, Smoking Gun wished to slap himself, only to see Granny Hong paused in her steps, and said silently: "If you can't make it, then you won't make it."

After saying these words, there was a sudden burning pain on the face of the big smoker, and the whole person's eyes flashed with gold stars.

After recovering, I realized that I had an extra roster in my hand, but at the same time, I also received a reminder from the stamp album.

I have been forcibly trapped in the abandoned land.

Obviously, he knew too much, and Granny Hong didn't intend to let him leave the abandoned place easily.

If Zhao Ke really couldn't come back, he might be trapped here for the rest of his life.

That is to say, from this day on, the big smoking gun can be seen clearly.

Zhao Ke's life is his own life, and if this guy doesn't come back, he will be buried with him.

Whoever I provoked.

Although Smoking Gun felt upset and complained, his eyes were fixed on Zhao Ke's camera hand at this moment.

The more I looked at it, the more surprised I was.

The potential of this ability seems to be greater than they expected.

It's just a pity that Zhao Ke used it to make golden medicine steamed buns. Who knows what this guy is thinking.

In front of him, Zhao Ke mixed the essence extracted from the medicine and poured it into the steamed buns that were about to be baked.

I can't help but look forward to it.

That's right, this thing has become dross in the eyes of others.

Even to put it bluntly, TM is poison.

Rubbish!

But for Zhao Ke, it was completely different.

Recall, when the second, seventh, and these guys of the Hounds ate the golden medicine steamed buns in front of them.

The way I looked at them was like looking at a SB.

I even wish they could eat more.

eat slowly.

I still have water here, if you still have some, you might as well have another one.

So... At this moment, the situation is reversed.

If I take out the golden medicine steamed bun and put it in my mouth and eat it, the expressions of the rest of the people may be the same.

At that time, I'm afraid they would like to wait for themselves to eat slowly, eat clean, and eat a few more.

How could Zhao Ke miss such a good treatment.

Moreover, there is no ability to stamp.

Sheyuan Hand, Wuxiang Sword Sutra, Bone View Thought, Eight-Character Mantra.

These are the abilities that I have learned by myself. Although the power is a bit weak, it does not mean that I have no strength to fight back.

In general, I am not without opportunities.

Without the task on the body of their own.

In Zhao Ke's eyes, he had a higher chance of surviving than others.

"Zi..."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhao Ke opened the steamer, and the golden steamed buns were displayed in front of everyone.

Zhao Kexin picked up one and threw it to Yi Ren behind him.

And give Big Smoking Gun and Wang Mazi one each.

"Taste how it tastes!"

Zhao Ke picked up one and put it in his hand, learning the lesson of the golden medicine steamed bun last time.

This time, Zhao Ke made the golden medicine steamed buns more exquisitely, and the dough was thinner, so as to enhance the taste.

After all, Zhao Ke didn't want to be like the old man of the Hounds.

I stuffed half of it in one gulp, and almost choked myself to death.

The steamed buns, which are less than the size of a palm, are golden and shining,

It is plated with a layer of gold powder, which is real gold.

The golden light is shining, and under the dim light of the abandoned land, it is still as eye-catching as a work of art.

"Just this thing, turned the outside world upside down??"

Wang Mazi stared at the golden medicine steamed bun in his hand, he couldn't believe it.

As the big smoking gun said, it is because of this thing that is less than the size of a palm that so many postmen rioted.