Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

A small centurion general of the Yuan army, even a Han official of the sixth rank, would bow down and salute when he saw him, and dared not neglect him.

Now he was nailed to death by himself.

For a moment, Miao Dao felt an unspeakable joy in his chest.

"go!"

Zhao Ke stretched out his soul-eating hand, detained the ghost of the young general of the Yuan army, and threw the corpse into the stamp album, and pulled Miao Daoyi, who was still standing there in a daze, to leave quickly.

The time for the three of Zhao Ke to attack was very short, and they were covered by a huge earthen wall. By the time Hei Zhuo and others chased them, Zhao Ke and the others had already left.

"Who were the three people just now?"

"I don't know, I didn't see clearly, but it should be three postmen!"

The few people looked at each other and frowned. This operation was very secret, only a few of them knew about it. Three postmen appeared from nowhere and killed the young general of the Yuan army.

"The Department of Nature, hmph, it's really him!"

Hei Zhuo pouted, muttering in his heart.

The only strange thing is that Hei Zhuoming knew who the person who made the shot was.

On his face, he deliberately pretended not to know.

Facing the other two postmen beside him, he said, "It's okay, he's just a young general of the Yuan army, so what if he dies, let's quickly find the treasure and leave as soon as possible!"

A few people nodded, a young Yuan army general, it doesn't matter if he dies.

On the other side, the three of Zhao Ke had fled back to the inn in Yancheng.

After closing the window.

Miao Dao tore off the mask from his face, sat down on the chair, and gasped for breath.

I can't say what kind of feeling it is.

Excitement, pleasure, and a kind of joy that breaks through the rules and regulations, and can be happy with kindness and hatred.

This feeling, intuitively speaking, is like when I was young, I accidentally saw the little porn disc hidden by my parents, and my little heart thumped.

Zhao Ke and Fat Pig ignored him.

Because the two discovered that their points had been increased by two points.

After opening the stamp album, they realized that after killing this young general of the Yuan Army, they got two extra postage points.

This is a windfall.

"It's so easy to get two points, or..."

The fat pig couldn't help thinking.

The young general of the Yuan Army was pretty good, but he wasn't good enough to face the fat pig.

If it wasn't for Zhao Ke's special instructions, don't let him be serious, but give it to Miao Dao to make up the knife.

I'm afraid it was just the first strike, and Fat Pig was sure to kill this young general of the Yuan army with one strike.

Fat Pig is naturally a little ready to be moved by this temptation.

Miao Daoyi naturally wouldn't hear sensitive words like points, but he could hear what Fat Pig meant.

For a moment, he looked at Zhao Ke with longing little eyes.

It's like a little virgin who has tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time and knows the taste from the marrow.

Longing for Baba, waiting for Zhao Ke to nod.

"You two must be full!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ke gave Fat Pig a hard look.

The Yuan Dynasty was in full swing, and in the Yuan Dynasty, the government didn't care how many Han people died.

If the second-class color eyes (Western and European) are dead, maybe the government will pay attention to it.

But the Yuan people, not to mention the soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty, even the death of an ordinary Yuan person is enough to drive the local government crazy.

This time there was such a big commotion that a whole team of Yuan Clan elites died.

There was also a centurion.

This is not a war, but in Yancheng, such a big thing spread.

I dare not say that it has attracted the attention of the court.

But during this period of time, Yancheng is bound to be shaken.

Maybe, during this period of time, Yancheng will be under martial law and will be searched extensively.

At this time, the thought of daring to kill the soldiers of the Yuan clan would easily expose himself, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

Although Zhao Ke didn't care, it didn't mean he was willing to put this shit on his head.

Besides, my purpose is not to turn Miao Daoyi into a great hero who will fight against Yuan and kill Tartars.

He just wanted to tear down Miao Daoyi's body layer by layer, those rules and regulations, and the framework.

Some things are better taken slowly.

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he looked back at Miao Daoyi, frowned and said, "Don't think so much, go and get rid of your follower on the roof."

"Follower?"

Miao Dao was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Zhao Ke blankly.

But Zhao Ke pushed open the window, hooked his finger, and a thin invisible spider silk appeared on Zhao Ke's hand.

"I followed all the way, and you didn't realize it yourself."

Miao Dao's face became hot, and what kept flashing in his mind along the way was that he nailed the head of the young general of the Yuan army to death with a gun.

Therefore, he didn't notice the follower following all the way behind him.

"I'll come when I go!"

Miao Dao said that he wanted to climb out of the window.