Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Even though the situation of Big Smoking Gun and others was very miserable that day.

But when he saw that the gold in his hand was asking for steamed buns, Wang Mazi still couldn't believe it.

Smoking Gun snorted coldly, and with a look of contempt on his face, he felt that Wang Mazi was just a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"Hmph! You can talk after reading the notes."

After the big smoking gun finished speaking, it suddenly occurred to him that Wang Mazi and the others were residents of the Abandoned Land, and they didn't have a stamp album at all, so naturally they couldn't see the notes on the Golden Medicine Mantou.

Smoking Gun simply threw the medicine steamed bun in his hand into his postal album, set the external display status, and displayed the remarks of the golden medicine steamed bun.

A line of notes clearly appeared in front of Wang Mazi and Yi Ren.

They are not fools. After seeing the effect of the golden medicine steamed buns, which can restore the lost energy, they couldn't help breathing quickly.

Especially Wang Mazi, as a close combat master, he knows it very well.

The more top masters, the use of their own energy must be carefully calculated.

Maybe you will say that the energy consumption is empty, just use the postage instead.

This is undoubtedly the most stupid way is.

Postal points are also very important for intermediate postmen.

Even more so than in the days of the lesser postmen.

If you want to become a top player, you can only use limited resources to the extreme.

However, Zhao Ke's Golden Medicine Steamed Bun changed this rule.

It's amazing.

"Hey, it doesn't seem to be as good as the version of Ghost City?" Big Smoker paid attention to the remarks above, but became confused.

I remember that the golden medicine steamed buns sold in the ghost market have already recovered 75% of the lost energy.

Why is this only 40%? ?

For this doubt, Zhao Ke was also very helpless.

First of all, the medicines are not made from the same batch, so the efficacy of the medicines naturally varies.

More importantly, the last batch of golden medicine steamed buns.

It is a high-quality product that has undergone secondary processing in a black factory.

And after my own little tonic for joy, big tonic of angelica, double blessing.

The effect is naturally against the sky.

No, whoever eats it will die, and those who survived by chance are very few.

I don't have stamps now, so naturally I can't bless them, and I can't throw them into black factories for processing.

But even so, the effect is enough for Zhao Ke.

"It's a pity... such a good ability, you actually use it to make steamed buns... Hmph!" Wang Mazi was surprised at the effect of the golden medicine steamed buns.

But as a fighter, even a former top close combat master, Wang Mazi can naturally tell that Zhao Ke Sheyuan's hand still has amazing potential.

It's a pity that such a magical skill is actually used to make steamed buns.

As he spoke, Wang Mazi put the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth with a sour expression.

As soon as the steamed buns entered, Wang Mazi's eyes lit up, and he wiped his mouth with his hand: "It's so delicious, let's have another one!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the steamed buns in the steamer.

It's just that when the hand was stretched halfway, Wang Mazi's face suddenly changed, and he grabbed it with the palm facing upwards.

I saw a cigarette stick falling on Wang Mazi's palm.

Before Wang Mazi came back to his senses, he saw the big smoking gun shake the pipe in his hand, and a ball of sparks exploded out of the smoke pot and rushed towards Wang Mazi.

"Fuck me!"

The sudden change caught Wang Mazi by surprise, but at this moment, he saw Wang Mazi covering his face with both hands, and his palms moved quickly.

He actually grasped the dense sparks in front of him in the palm of his hand in a short moment.

With a pinch of his fingers, he turned the charcoal into fly ash, and squinted at the big smoking gun.

But seeing the big smoking gun staring at him with narrowed eyes, he smiled and said: "Hey, you can't eat such a good thing for nothing, are you right, Wu Jiu!"

When Wang Mazi heard Wu Jiu's words, he couldn't help being taken aback, and looked at the big smoking gun again from top to bottom,

Unexpectedly, the other party would actually call out his own name.

Although it's not her real name, it's the name she gave when she was a postman.

After such a long time, Wang Mazi was really surprised that someone still remembered and recognized him.

"Hmph! It really is you."

Smoking Gun took out the roster given to him by the red mother-in-law last night from the stamp album with an inscrutable expression on his face.

After opening the roster, Smoking Gun was spitting, flipped through a few pages, and pointed to one of them.

I saw Wu Jiu's name and appearance on the roster.

Grinning: "The big boss said, it's time for you to return the favor."

Chapter 820 The team is not easy to lead!

"big boss?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but look at the big smoking gun, not understanding what this old man meant.

Smoking Gun didn't explain as much as Zhao Ke did, and it wasn't his turn to explain this kind of thing.

As long as Wang Mazi can understand it, there are many ghost markets who can be called big bosses, but there is only one person who makes them owe debts of favor.

The roster that Granny Hong gave him of the Abandoned Lands was precisely because she wanted Smoking Gun to improve Zhao Ke's self-protection ability within ten days as much as possible.

Although Granny Hong didn't say it clearly, Smoky Gun knew very well that if Ke Zhao couldn't come back, he might be trapped in this ghostly place of the Abandoned Land for the rest of his life.

Just now, after watching Zhao Ke's photo shoot, a person immediately came to mind, Wu Jiu.