Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

In fact, the place is not far.

Coupled with Qi Liang's quick feet, when they rushed over, they saw Gan Hua and others standing on the edge of a cliff.

As if quietly waiting for something.

"They... why are they kneeling there? Kneeling a woman??"

Someone pointed at the cliff ahead and made a surprised sound.

This shout immediately caused the rest of the people to look at it, and everyone was surprised for a while.

Ganhua and the others are a top veteran team.

At this time, he actually knelt down behind a woman. What is the origin of this woman?

Under the drizzle, Gan Hua and his party were half kneeling on the edge of the cliff.

But the person kneeling was a woman, wearing a pink gauze skirt, sitting on the edge of the cliff, shaking her legs leisurely.

When the breeze blows, the skirt corners sway with the wind, revealing slender thighs from time to time.

White and flawless, as white as ivory.

That pair of small bare feet, that white and lovely, spotless as if they were lotus roots.

It's so good-looking that it's heart-warming.

"It's so beautiful...sharp..."

Some people couldn't help but praise in their hearts, but the saliva betrayed the filth in his heart.

Even if the woman is veiled.

But just this pair of jade feet is enough to make people think about it, wishing to pounce on it and lick it twice.

It's just that the impulse in this guy's heart disappeared instantly with Wang Mazi's murmur beside him.

"Senior postman!"

Wang Mazi's voice was very low.

Small noises like mosquitoes.

Even the sound of raindrops falling on the forest leaves was clearer and more powerful than his voice.

But to the ears of others, it was no less than A Lang's Thunder Summoning Technique, thundering on the ground.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then held their breath.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that someone finally blushed and gasped for breath, reminding everyone that they still needed to breathe.

Senior Postman.

This is the extravagant wish that almost everyone yearns for the most, but it is also the most unthinkable.

According to the rumors, only by becoming a senior postman can one be truly freed from the horror space.

Whether it is the power that makes them tremble.

Still a dream of freedom.

Undoubtedly, they are all existences that they can only look up to.

Probably after a long time, someone gulped down a mouthful of spit to moisten his parched throat for a moment, and then he opened his mouth to speculate: "Could it be... the rumored turmoil?"

The three veteran teams of Bingwhistle, Spider, and Rose are retainers raised by Dangchen.

This is no longer a secret.

People who can make them kneel will naturally arouse their suspicions.

It's just that Wang Mazi couldn't help shaking his head at this conjecture.

Dang Shen is a very mysterious person.

Few people have seen his true colors.

Among the legendary top ten high-ranking postmen, heaviness represents balance.

Although Wang Mazi had never seen it before, he knew that Dangchen was not a woman.

So at the moment, this girl who seems to be like an elf can't be Dangshen.

"Naturally! I didn't expect her to come too. It seems that Grandma Hong will not be able to pass this test!"

On the ridge in the distance, there was a pot of fragrant tea, with wisps of white mist, and the fragrance of the tea was indiscriminate, and I saw two people sitting in the gazebo.

Holding a cup of tea in each hand, they watched every move in the distance through the projection cloth in front of them.

See the veiled woman in front of the cliff.

Ning Duque's brows were a bit sad.

But thinking about it, I wasn't surprised by it.

Grandma Hong is about to abdicate.

The benefits of the ghost market cake are really too great.

To put it bluntly, today's ghost market seems to have become an indispensable part of all postmen.

It's like putting a person suddenly without internet access.

Soon, before long, you will find that life without the Internet,

Your information reserve will not keep up with the rhythm of others.

Whether it's their speech and behavior, or the stalks when chatting with each other, you will be at a loss.

Even more serious, it will affect your job.

There is no doubt that the ghost market is like the Internet in reality.

A postman who is out of touch with the ghost market is destined to lag behind other postmen in all aspects.

Such a big cake had been exclusively enjoyed by Grandma Hong before.

Who is not greedy, who is not tempted.