Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Seeing Wang Mazi talking to himself, the group ignored him.

The eyes of the old man Yin Yang stared into the distance.

Even across a mountain.

But the distance, in front of him, is equivalent to nothing.

After staring at it for a while, the old man Yin Yang half-closed his eyes again: "It will take another hour, if all goes well."

As he spoke, he saw the rough palm of the old man Yin Yang pat the package on the donkey's buttocks, and then lifted the cover of the package, revealing the exquisite Yin Yang Inn inside like a model.

Before Zhao Ke and the others could react, they saw the stars shifting around.

The person was already on the balcony of the inn, and Wu Sui's cracked coffin was also brought in.

But this time, the old man Yin Yang didn't mean to put the inn into the package.

"Thank you!"

Ji Wusui descended slowly and thanked the old man Yin Yang.

The old man Yin Yang smiled calmly, waved his hand in return, and didn't mention anything else.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke suddenly felt a little twisted.

Last time, Wusui yelled that he was going to demolish the inn of the Yin-Yang old man.

Why did the two suddenly become so polite this time?

Zhao Ke vaguely felt that there seemed to be something else in it that he didn't know.

It's just that the Yin-Yang old man refused to talk about it, and Wu Sui kept his mouth shut. Zhao Ke knew that it was useless to ask him.

He simply didn't mention this matter, and planned to see if he could ask Cong Wusui.

But before that, I have to ask the old man Yin Yang to help me bring in the music box from the cliff.

Fat Pig and the others are probably still trapped inside.

The old man Yin Yang did not refuse this matter.

"The Prank of the Rhona Witch" cannot be moved when it is activated, but this is meaningless to the old yin and yang.

Stirring the rough palms, just grabbing through the void,

I saw the surrounding void move, as if with this grasp, one palm grasped as far away as the sky.

With a shattering sound like glass, the space around the cliff suddenly shattered.

This piece of space, which is about ten meters square, was forcibly held down by the old man Yin Yang and held in the palm of his hand.

Then it turned into a ball and was thrown to Zhao Ke casually by the old man Yin Yang.

Zhao Ke and Wang Mazi looked at each other face to face, and the power of space reached the level of an old man of Yin and Yang.

It's completely arbitrary.

In contrast, the space system abilities that Zhao Ke has seen before may not even be comparable to the skin of the Yin-Yang old man.

Zhao Ke thought about it even more.

If it wasn't for Luo Nu being punished and seriously injured.

I'm afraid that even if Wu Sui came in person, he might not be able to peel off her skin.

No matter how bad it is, Luo Nu can retreat unscathed.

Just when Zhao Ke was thinking blankly.

When the shoulders were cold behind him, Ji Wusui's hands stroked Zhao Ke's shoulders from behind, and his body pressed against Zhao Ke's back.

He didn't speak, but listened carefully to Zhao Ke's strong and powerful heartbeat.

Zhao Ke wanted to turn around, but he heard Ji Wusui say behind him: "Don't move, I want to hug you for a while and listen to your heartbeat."

Zhao Ke's heart felt warm when he heard this, and he patted Ji Wusui's hand with his palm.

He didn't speak, just stood there quietly and let Ji Wusui rely on him.

When Wang Mazi saw this, he had long since disappeared. He didn't know where he was hiding in that corner.

The yin and yang old man rides upside down on the donkey.

He could see clearly Ji Wusui's pale face and the golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

It is enough to show that her injury is probably no better than that of the punished Luo girl.

With a long sigh, "Luo Hua is independent, Wei Swift flies together, heh... this dog food...."

……

"Huhuhu~"

The heavy breathing sounds like a bellows with a big hole broken.

A mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with blood was spat on the ground, and his eyes were fixed on the red granny in front of him.

There were two knife wounds on the chest, and the bone was visible in the depth.

On the wound, there was even more black air entwined, which not only prevented his wound from healing, but also continued to corrode the wound.

In this regard, Dang Shen looked very helpless.

He stared at the red mother-in-law who was surrounded by thousands of troops.

The old woman's eyes were already bloodshot, swinging two kitchen knives, the blood flowed into a river without blinking her eyes.

Anyone who gets hit by a kitchen knife has absolutely no reason to survive.

"Abi Tuyuan."

Dang Shen whispered the names of the two kitchen knives.

The look became even more bitter. These two knives were indeed first-class killing weapons.

The first two wounds on his chest were just less than a centimeter of flesh.

In just a short time, the wound had deteriorated to the point where he could hardly bear it.