Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Just like what she said to Zhao Ke just now, she hoped that Zhao Ke would be angry, not only angry, but also hate her, preferably the kind of hatred that would be hard to the bone.

At this time, Zhao Ke vented his anger as she wished.

She knew that she had won.

Only those who are helpless can only use the most vicious language to fight back against each other, because this is the only way to vent their anger.

Although it was disgraceful to win, she had no better choice.

Zhao Ke yelled angrily for a while, what kind of vulgar language, classic Chinese curse, anyway, all the words Zhao Ke could think of, vented all in one breath.

Obscene language is flying everywhere.

One can imagine how frustrated Zhao Ke was.

After scolding for a while, Zhao Ke calmed down, and sat down on the cold stone, panting heavily, his whole face turned red.

Walking into this door, Zhao Ke thought about many possibilities.

But no matter what method Grandma Hong used, in the final analysis, it was nothing more than coercion and lure.

Zhao Ke naively thought that as long as he gritted his teeth and insisted on refusing, Granny Hong would be helpless to him.

Even if Ji Wusui is not by his side, he believes that this cheap wife can't kill him because of this matter.

But the truth is cruel.

Zhao Ke far underestimated the means of his wife.

Thinking of Wang Mazi, Lu Hao and others' advice to him, Zhao Ke suddenly felt that what they said was simply too subtle.

This woman has reached the point of insanity.

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Ke lowered his head helplessly, and looked at the back of Granny Hong and the old man cuddling together.

In the end, Zhao Ke's eyes fixed on the old man's body, and he said in a low voice, "This man, for one woman, has gone through half the world."

The angry scolding just now made Zhao Ke's throat as unpleasant as a broken drum.

Every time a word popped out of his throat, Zhao Ke felt as painful as swallowing a blade.

But Zhao Ke didn't care, and continued: "His footprints have traveled all over the world.

His body is as strong as a mountain god, no matter the tiger in the forest, the blizzard in Siberia, or even the spirits in Russia, he is fearless.

We watched his hair, from black to white, with our own eyes.

Along the way, he met many beautiful and gentle women.

On a cruise ship in the Pacific, when he stabs a pirate chief through the heart with a sharp knife.

The girl cast admiring glances at him.

Young women shouted and screamed for him.

No matter how noble a beauty is, she can't help being crazy about him.

Even those rich and well-dressed people have to shout for him.

Relying on his superb cooking skills, and under his rough appearance, the tenderness that is enough to melt the ice.

He can easily capture the heart of any woman.

But he stayed the same, and besides our three apprentices, there was no fourth person around him.

He is a fool, a fool who sticks to his life for a woman..."

Tears have covered Zhao Ke's eyes, and he still remembers when he asked the old man if it was worth it.

The old man's gaze was always so clear and he answered himself firmly: "It's worth it!"

"Don't treat a fool so cruelly, okay!"

Zhao Ke's voice was almost pleading.

But Granny Hong's body, like this ruthless iceberg, sat there motionless.

She didn't seem to listen to a single word Zhao Ke said.

Facing Zhao Ke's hopeful gaze, Granny Hong's voice became more determined: "Sorry, I have no choice..."

Chapter 1019 Bastard Eats Scales!

Zhao Ke left, like a defeated rooster, dejected, stumbled and almost fell several times.

Until Zhao Ke left.

There was a heart-piercing cry from the top of the mountain.

"Master, this is prepared by mother-in-law for you."

The ink chrysanthemum sent a very strange fruit.

It was as big as a baby's fist, and the black leather was inconspicuous at first glance, but it was filled with a unique fragrance.

"what is this!"

Zhao Ke held the fruit in his hand, and when he asked the question, he had already bitten on it.

The fruit tastes like a persimmon cake, soft and waxy like sand, and sweet in the mouth, but the fruit filling inside is as bright as a diamond.

It was the first time Zhao Ke had eaten such a fruit.

"Master, this fruit is a fruit that grows deep in the well of the altar. It has no name, but it can restore your stamp album."

Mo Ju watched Zhao Ke eat the fruit one by one, and at the same time explained the origin of the fruit to Zhao Ke.

"altar!"

Zhao Ke ate the fruit in three or two mouthfuls, smashing it into his mouth, feeling a long aftertaste.

"Yes, it's the altar in the ghost market where mysterious things are put in. Many people have heard that if the postman is abolished, they only need to put in sacrifices and jump into the altar, but they don't know that there is nothing under the altar. No, only this kind of fruit, if you eat the fruit, you will recover naturally!"

Zhao Ke nodded, and tried to call his stamp album, but found that there was no movement.

He is still a loser.

Confused eyes looked at Mo Ju.