Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Seeing the woman savoring the blood carefully, the hearts of these Yuan soldiers couldn't help being shrouded in a great sense of fear.

It was as if the woman in front of her was not a person, but a devil from hell.

Zhao Ke looked the woman up and down, and finally frowned and shook his head, obviously the woman was not a postman.

It's not anything else, but on the woman's arm exposed in the air, there is a very glaring brand scar.

Zhao Ke could see clearly that the words on the brand were the same as the words on the official seal in his hand, they were all Ba Si Ba characters.

Although it looks like it has been there for a long time, the scars are even more hideous and glaring.

This is the treatment that ordinary prisoners will have.

The postman would never have such a thing on him.

"Stop playing, quick battle!" An indifferent voice sounded in the woods.

"who are you!"

The young general of the Yuan army raised his head in horror, only then did he realize that at some point, five or six figures quietly appeared not far from him.

He, who has been through the battlefield for a long time, can feel that these five or six people exude an aura that makes him feel scared.

The faces of the five people were not concealed at all, which showed that they were not afraid at all, and their identities were exposed.

Among the five, Hei Zhuo was among them.

As for an inseparable oracle from heaven, there is no trace of it, and it is unknown where it is hidden.

And after the eyes of the five people began to lock on him.

The horse that the young general of the Yuan army was sitting on couldn't help neighing, and then backed away a few feet in shock before stopping.

"Give it to me!"

The young general of the Yuan Army waved his hand, indicating that he would rush forward, but he hastily turned his horse and rushed to the other side, as if he planned to quickly escape from the ferry and rush back to Yancheng for help.

Seeing that the young general of the Yuan army was about to run away, instead of being flustered by the general's escape, the other soldiers of the Yuan army rushed forward desperately, trying to fight for his chance to escape.

"He's coming our way!"

In the grass, Miao Dao couldn't help clenching his hands into fists as soon as he saw the young general of the Yuan army rushing towards him.

Although Quanzhen Sect was the state religion of the Yuan Dynasty.

But Miao Daoyi is a hot-blooded young man after all, and he always has a grudge against the high-ranking Yuan people in his heart.

Now, seeing the cruelty and innocence of the Yuan army, and seeing the Han people as pigs and dogs, murderous intentions surged out for a while.

Seeing the young general of the Yuan army fleeing in defeat, he unconsciously wanted to call out the flying sword behind him.

"do not want!"

But at this moment, Zhao Ke seemed to have sensed the murderous aura on Miao Daoyi, and reached out to stop Miao Daoyi who was about to strike.

"Why are you afraid!"

Seeing Zhao Ke obstructing him, Miao Daoyi couldn't help but cast a contemptuous look at Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke shook his head, and glanced at the young general of the Yuan army, and found that the opponent's strength was not bad. The woman holding the scimitar just now failed to kill him twice in a row.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke said with a serious expression in a low voice: "If you kill like this, even if you kill the other party, your identity will be exposed. Aren't you afraid that someone will use this to blackmail you in the future?"

"I……"

Miao Dao couldn't help being taken aback, but he didn't think of this, he didn't care, the worst would be death, so what.

However, if Quanzhen disciples actually assassinated the generals of the Yuan Dynasty, even if they only participated in it, once this matter is exposed, it will inevitably bring the Quanzhen Sect, which is already besieged on all sides, into a place of eternal doom.

Thinking of this, Miao Dao couldn't help feeling chills in his heart, but he also felt unwilling.

"Hey, it's not impossible to kill him, just pretend to be good!"

Seeing Miao Daoyi's expression, Zhao Ke knew the entanglement in this guy's heart, so he reminded him.

He knew very well how rebellious a boy of this age was in his heart.

It's just that I have been restrained by the Quanzhen Sect's rules and regulations for too long, and I can't let go of it for a while.

After getting along during this time, he and Miao Daoyi couldn't urinate in the same pot.

Zhao Ke understood the reason after analyzing it.

Miao Daoyi is like this, he is obviously a young man with a lively personality, but he wants to wrap himself up like an old man like a teacher.

All kinds of shit-like rules and regulations are on the lips every day.

And I like to be lawless and reckless.

Of course, the two of them dislike each other.

This is definitely not in line with Zhao Ke's policy of wanting to become one with Miao Dao and get the Tianji Four Elephant Beads.

So what Zhao Ke has to do now is to remove those dogmas that restrain this guy's heart one by one, and turn him into a young man who obeys his heart.

In this way, the relationship between them can go further.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke suddenly felt that he was a bit like a scheming whore in a Korean drama.

"Yeah, but... how do you pretend?"

Miao Dao's eyes lit up when he was reminded by Zhao Ke, but then he became embarrassed again. After all, he was in the Quanzhen Sect since he was a child, and was taught by his master to abide by the rules and regulations.

It's no problem to ask him to kill, but he has no experience in killing people stealthily.

"Simple, I'll teach you, come on! Give me the sword armor on your back first, and kill with this thing on your back. Everyone will know that you are a Quanzhen Sect disciple!"

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes, like a big bad wolf trying to lure a little white rabbit.

"Bang bang bang~"

Before the ferry, only the sound of clashes of swords and soldiers could be heard endlessly.

The woman dressed in black suddenly changed the scimitar in her hand, and all kinds of wonderful sword techniques merged into one, making the young general on the horse cry secretly.

It's just strange that this woman doesn't seem to want to kill him, it seems that she wants to kill him more.

Otherwise, at this time, I am afraid that this young general of Yuanbing could not hold on anymore, and his head would be beheaded by the woman in front of him.