Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Ginseng group?"

Fat Pig scratched his head and tentatively asked Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke: "Hehe..."

"Crusader!" Camille could think of West's name.

It's just that this name was rejected by Zhao Ke with a smile in Zhao Ke's contemptuous eyes.

"Defenders?"

Zhao Ke: "..."

"Hand of Satan?"

Zhao Ke: "..."

"Patriotic youth?"

"Vanguard!"

Pig and Camille kept coming up with all kinds of names.

It was normal at first, but after being rejected under Zhao Ke's contemptuous gaze, the two guys started paddling.

Just say anything weird and weird.

Anyway, I knew that Zhao Ke would not agree.

As for the dwarf tiger, he drew various names in the bottle, but Zhao Ke ignored all of them.

Fat Pig seemed to have had enough of Zhao Ke's contemptuous gaze and expression.

I always feel that this guy Zhao Ke, let them get up, just to enjoy the process of being sarcastic and despising others.

So he screamed: "Damn it, this one won't work, that one won't work, let's call it Ruanfanjun!"

After Fat Pig finished speaking, Zhao Ke was almost choked to death by spit.

Camille raised his brows, his eyes swept across the window like lightning, and the sliver of red silk floated across the window.

Suddenly a treacherous smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "Yeah, I also think this name is good."

Zhao Ke stared, kicked the fat pig's butt, and glared at Camille aside.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

After speaking, Zhao Ke turned around and looked back.

On the red coffin in the distance, Ji Wusui's figure was still quietly reading the magazine.

Turning back angrily, he looked around at the two and one ghost.

"It's not me bragging to you. With my body, I make her call Dad every time. Can you believe it?"

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, Camille covered her mouth and did not speak.

Zhao Ke looked at Fat Pig again, and his heart skipped a beat. He saw that idiot Fat Pig had thrown himself on the ground without knowing when.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's pupils tightened, and every hair on his palm stood up.

Hastily continued: "Of course, my wife is gentle, considerate, and understanding. I believe that the most beautiful woman in the world is my wife. With such a wife, I would be happy to eat soft food for the rest of my life."

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he squinted his eyes and looked back, but saw nothing behind him.

This makes Zhao Ke can't help but quietly let go of his heart.

It was just when Zhao Ke turned around angrily, wanting to settle accounts with Camille and Fat Pig, two guys who made fun of him.

I felt the cold palm behind me tugging on my collar.

Zhao Ke was thrown into the red coffin by Ji Wusui before he could come and struggle.

After Ji Wusui walked into the coffin and closed the coffin lid, Fat Pig and Camille heaved a sigh of relief. They looked at each other and chose what to do in a tacit understanding.

Zhao Ke was thrown on the bed.

Just when he stood up, that jade foot that was not stained with dust lightly stepped on Zhao Ke's chest.

The perfect proportion of jade feet, neither big nor small, blood vessels and blue veins can be clearly seen under the jade-like skin, and the small and exquisite toes are painted with bright red nail polish.

There is even an irresistible temptation, making Zhao Ke secretly swallow a mouthful of spit.

"Ahem~ Wife~ That...you listen to my explanation."

Zhao Ke looked at Ji Wusui in front of him, and was ready to accept the plate of walnuts in his heart.

It's just that his eyes wandered up the jade feet restlessly.

However, Ji Wusui didn't seem to have the intention to settle accounts with him today.

The jade finger lightly hooked and slid down Zhao Ke's chest little by little.

With his fingers, he pulled out the jade hairpin coiled on his long hair, causing his black hair to hang down, leaned down, and whispered in Zhao Ke's ear in a seductive tone: "Today, you can do whatever you want..."

Chapter 1051 Profiteering!

"200 postal points, are you sure?"

"It's absolutely true, and it's hard to find one now."

"Hiss~ These people are idiots, right? The masters in the competition all have gold stamps in their hands. It's too late to hide. What are you doing running in to die?"

"Hehe, it's all over if you think like this. The horror space of this competition will have unprecedentedly rich resources. If you do your best to do a main mission, the final income is not as good as someone else's ordinary side mission. If you can complete it Main task, the benefits will be even greater."

"But these candidates are all people with golden stamps, aren't you competing with them for the mission?"

"Don't be stupid, from the rule point of view, there will definitely be no shortage of tasks, and what's more important is resources, understand? Stamps you can't get in the horror space, you have a chance to get them here.

The reason why golden stamps are rare is because the horror space is too difficult, and there may not be golden stamps.

But here is different, the probability of golden stamps will be greatly increased, even if the increase is not much, it is more likely than in the horror space. "

In the clubhouse where the Red Smoke House was used to entertain mid-level postmen, there was already a lot of news about the train tickets.

Through the constantly refreshed barrage on the crystal glass in the room.

You can see people's complaints and opinions about tickets.