Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

As for Wang Mazi, who had already covered his head, from the beginning to the end, Luo Nu didn't pay attention to him.

She walked very slowly with every step.

Not on purpose.

Instead, her injuries had worsened, and she was walking slowly, even more guarding against the possible sneak attack by the yin and yang old man.

"It's close! It's close! What should I do? What should I do? Why isn't Granny Hong coming?" Wang Mazi was in a state of confusion.

Looking at Luo Nu's pair of unstained jade feet, getting closer and closer, each step falls.

Wang Mazi felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

His thoughts were in a mess, and his small eyes stared fiercely at the Yin-Yang old man in the distance.

I can't wait to stomp my feet and curse, if you don't save people, what are you doing here?

No wonder Wang Mazi.

It's like a person who urgently needs money to save his life. He is already desperate, but you suddenly give him a sum of money, which makes him see hope.

Just waiting for him to walk into the hospital full of hope.

I was told that the money given was fake money.

You see, he has the heart to pull you to be his backing.

Seeing Wang Mazi's panicked expression, Zhao Ke's heart softened.

It's a pity that he couldn't move his body, so he could only open his mouth and say to Wang Mazi, "Mazi!"

"Ah!" Wang Mazi looked back at Zhao Ke.

Seeing that Zhao Ke turned a blind eye to Luo Nu who was walking slowly, he looked up at the sky above his head instead.

"Have you ever heard of an idiom?"

I thought Zhao Ke was going to say something unfathomable, but after waiting for a long time to hear Zhao Ke say this, Wang Mazi felt that he was going to faint with anger, so he said angrily, "Go to your uncle!"

Zhao Ke didn't care about Wang Mazi's words, and looked at Luo Nu.

Feeling the long-lost burning sensation at the root of the thigh.

The imprint that had faded down became hot and hot at this time, and the strong heat flow made Zhao Ke's blood boil.

The crotch can't help propping up a towering tent.

A flush gradually appeared on Zhao Ke's face.

His eyes became excited, and he said in a low voice: "This sentence is called, the crotch is decisive."

"What?"

Wang Mazi finished speaking.

The shadow on the ground was quickly covered by red light.

"tear!"

There was a sound of space tearing, and Luo Nu turned around in horror, and saw an empty red coffin rushing out of the crack,

It can be seen that the coffin is densely packed with cracks, as if it has experienced countless impacts, and it will shatter afterward.

"Red coffin!"

The bright red coffin made Luo Nu not know what to think of, and the hairs all over her body stood up.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, he jumped up in fright, fearing that he might be infected with the bad luck of this coffin.

The legendary red coffin.

Who was buried inside, no one can tell.

But I don't know when it started, among the postmen, there was a saying that whoever touches the red coffin will be unlucky.

Even the top ten postmen feel that the red coffin is full of weirdness, which is an ominous omen.

I saw the coffin rushing out of the air.

Like a gigantic boulder, standing straight on the ground.

Luo Nu couldn't help but hold her breath, staring at the coffin with all her attention, and at the same time, Luo Nu held the piece of Jianmu Muxin in her hand.

"Crack!"

I saw the coffin lid pop open a gap.

Even the old man Yin Yang couldn't help opening his eyes, squinting at the vermilion coffin.

"Buzz... bang!"

After the coffin lid fell heavily to the ground, everyone looked at it attentively.

But in front of him was an empty coffin.

"empty!"

Luo Nu's eyes widened, her expression was very wonderful, she didn't know whether it was joy or disappointment.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a sneer, cut, an empty coffin, who is he trying to scare.

It's just that before Luo Nu turned her head to look at Zhao Ke, she saw the red silk floating in front of her, and a decisive slap landed on Luo Nu's cheek!

Chapter 999 This is my wife!

"click~"

With the sound of bones breaking, Luo Nu's delicate and beautiful face quickly distorted and deformed.

The eyes, nose, mouth, and face are all squeezed into a ball.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Three slaps in a row, accurately and without interruption, were slapped on Luo Nu's face.

Ling Luo Nu's left eyeball was about to pop out of its socket.

It was obviously a sweet strawberry face, but it was turned into a shoehorn face by this slap.