Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Song Heng's eyes were red, and he punched Zhao Ke's cheek without any scruples.

With a punch, Zhao Ke's nose made a crisp sound, and blood stained Zhao Ke's cheeks for a moment.

But although Zhao Ke was beaten badly.

But these are just appearances. In reality, Song Hengshang's pain is heavier. It's just that he was so angry that he had completely forgotten the pain in his ribs.

"He's been waiting for you, how long has he been waiting for you in Kunlun Mountain?

Did you know that he stood outside the cave and stared at it for ten hours every day?

If Luo Qing and I hadn't insisted on replacing him.

He will stand there stupidly waiting for you to come, you bastard, where did you die! "

Compared to the senior brother's weak fist, what really hurt Zhao Ke was the angry roar.

He could even imagine it.

Standing in the wind and snow, silently staring into the distance, the old man was looking forward to his return as soon as possible.

How helpless the old man felt when he couldn't hold on anymore.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke only hated Song Heng's fists, which were soft and had no strength at all, softer than those women's sons in the Red Smoke Pavilion.

Zhao Ke closed his eyes silently, hoping that the elder brother could beat him more painfully.

But after a long wait, Zhao Ke opened his black eyelids, only to see Song Heng glaring at him, tears dripping down Zhao Ke's face.

The cold tears made Zhao Ke feel the pain in Song Heng's heart even more.

"Go away!"

Throwing Zhao Ke away with both hands heavily, Song Heng rushed out of the tent with a face of grief and indignation. It seemed that only the snow and ice could calm the wild beast in him.

Zhao Ke lay on the thick blanket, he didn't even bother to wipe the blood off his face.

He knew that his senior brother would be fine, this beating had already made him vent his frustration and anger.

It's just that Song Heng felt relieved, but Zhao Ke felt very uncomfortable.

In my mind, the image of the old man standing alone in the ice and snow, like a watcher's stone, could not be dispelled for a long time.

Every time he thinks about it, Zhao Ke feels pain like a needle prick in his heart.

"Sorry, old man, I tried my best!"

Zhao Ke covered his face with his hands, wiping away the tears from his face.

The fight just now finally woke up Luo Qing who was still in a coma.

Standing up straight, he stared blankly at Zhao Ke who was lying on the ground.

Consciousness is not awake at all.

He was still scratching his hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, squinting his eyes and said, "Second Senior Brother, where is Master?"

Zhao Ke was already annoyed.

Taking a cold look, seeing that this guy was still asleep, he was furious, and said angrily, "Master was taken away by a monster!!"

Poor Luo Qing's mind was like a paste, and when he heard this sentence, he subconsciously asked, "Is it a snake spirit or a scorpion spirit?"

The corners of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, his eyes suddenly darkened, he stood up from the ground, quickly walked in front of Luo Qing who was still awake, and punched him with his fists.

After beating Luo Qing up.

Zhao Ke walked out of the tent, and the ice and snow fell on Zhao Ke's cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed for a moment.

Most of the depression in my heart dissipated.

Looking back, I saw Song Heng sitting next to the stable, using the stable to cover the wind and snow, raising his head in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke let out a long sigh, walked forward and sat quietly beside Song Heng without speaking.

Like Song Heng, he looked up at the heavy snow in front of him like a goose feather.

"Any cigarettes?"

Song Heng didn't look at Zhao Ke, and asked Zhao Ke for cigarettes in a calm voice.

But Zhao Ke had quit that thing long ago.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Ke put his hands behind his back, quietly took out the cigarette stick, randomly placed shredded tobacco on it, and searched for a long time, but couldn't find the lighter.

"Fool!!"

Seeing Zhao Ke's clumsy appearance, Song Heng took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it over after cursing.

Zhao Ke took the lighter, lit the tobacco, took a deep puff, and handed the rod to Song Heng.

Look at the cigarette stick in your hand.

Song Heng couldn't help but feel a little sad again, "The old man smoked this thing very early, before you even entered the door..."

Zhao Ke didn't speak, Song Heng put the cigarette stick to his mouth, and took a deep puff.

Different from the mellowness of cigarettes, Song Heng took a sip, and the spicy and slightly bitter taste made him cough unbearably.

"It's not like that."

Zhao Ke snatched the cigarette rod, and after showing Song Heng a demonstration, he returned it to Song Heng, but this time Song Heng just didn't smoke it in his hand.

At this time, Luo Qing came out of the tent with a bruised nose and swollen face, and her left cheek was bulging.

After glancing at Zhao Ke and Song Heng, he walked over and sat beside Zhao Ke.

After hesitating for a while, seeing that Zhao Ke and Song Heng didn't speak, but just looked up at the snow, Luo Qing finally couldn't help it: "Eldest senior brother, second senior brother, I'm... hungry!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ke looked back at him, and said with contempt: "If you're hungry, you won't find something to eat by yourself, stupid."

This is a perfect chain of contempt.

From Song Heng to Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke to Luo Qing.

Even though Zhao Ke had the ability to beat Song Heng and Luo Qing to the ground, he still stayed silently in this chain of contempt.

Who made them brothers brought up by a master.