Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Hei Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then the whole person seemed to be in some kind of panic. He sat down heavily on the ground, holding his head in his hands, as if he was thinking about an unknown possibility, but quickly rejected it, and went on to think about the next one. Possibly, so repeatedly...

Seeing that Hei Zhuo had calmed down, Zhao Ke turned his eyes to Tianyu: "I know what you want to say, but it doesn't make sense. You guys made a mistake at the beginning."

"What!" the crowd asked.

But Zhao Ke didn't answer, and slowly took out the pipe from the stamp album.

At this time Qiu Bailing walked up to Zhao Ke, took out a cigarette stick from the stamp album and handed it to Zhao Ke.

When Zhao Ke saw it, his expression froze, and he looked at Qiu Bailing.

This tobacco rod is exactly the life willow tobacco rod that I returned to Grandma Hong.

"Before the start of this competition, Grandma Hong asked me to give you this cigarette stick. She said that you can hate her, but this is your master's own stuff!"

Zhao Ke looked at the pipe for a while, hesitated for a moment, and finally took the pipe in his hand.

Gently stroking the tobacco rod with his fingers, the rich breath of life inside seemed to be stimulated by his own natural power, and a green halo floated in the tobacco rod.

"You guys are making a mistake!"

Zhao Ke took out shredded tobacco, put it on his fingertips, kneaded it into a ball, and carefully put it into the smoke pot: "In the background of this world, you, me, or other postmen, we are all supporting roles. Since we are supporting roles, don't think about it." Go do the protagonist's work."

"supporting role!"

Tianyu seemed to have grasped something crucial, but he couldn't think clearly for a while.

"Yes, take a look at the horror space this time. If you look around, who can we beat? Except for those low-level cats and dogs, as long as there are names and surnames, you go and try to single out one. I promise to beat your parents." I don't even know each other."

This sentence Zhao Ke said was already very polite.

However, the expressions on the faces of Hei Zhuo and others became unnatural, and the four of them also fell into deep thought.

Although I don't want to admit it, the facts are indeed like this. Think about Luo Nu, who was once one of the top ten powerhouses, and finally suffered a big loss at the hands of the three generals of the Yuan army. Take advantage.

And those three generals are just a small part of the Yuan army's top combat power.

In this battle between Buddhism and Taoism, even the leaders of those small sects have amazing power, let alone those influential Buddhist and Taoist leaders in this battle.

Even Zhang Zhijing, the head teacher of Quanzhen Sect who is suspected to be the weakest among these big shots, probably can beat any of them with one hand.

That's why Zhao Ke said that in this horror space, they are supporting roles, not the so-called protagonists.

Using the power of a supporting role to try to challenge the protagonist, using the routines in online novels, this is either an airdrop or experience.

"Since we are supporting roles, who is the real protagonist in this space? Sinporo? If it's him, wouldn't we all be finished!"

Qiu Bailing asked a crucial question.

On this issue, Zhao Ke could only helplessly open his arms and said, "This is the information we are most lacking at present."

Who is the protagonist?

This question is too macroscopic. Theoretically, anyone in this battle between Buddhism and Taoism will become the protagonist.

For example, Zhang Zhijing, the head teacher of Quanzhen Sect.

Or the hidden masters in those alliances, even the old and unscrupulous big shaman has the potential to become the protagonist.

Of course, the biggest possibility is Sinbala itself.

But the question is, what is the standard for this protagonist?What is the purpose of the crime itself.

They don't know anything about these things.

This is also one of the reasons why Zhao Ke insisted on not leaving the fortress.

Having said that, Zhao Ke couldn't help complaining to Tianyu; "By the way, don't you know how to divination? You can definitely come to divination for these questions?"

After the corner of Tianyu's mouth twitched a few times, he didn't answer Zhao Ke.

Since the divination was seen through by Dajue's evil thoughts last time, he is still in a state of backlash, and the scope of divination is limited to self-protection and some basic abilities.

As for the powerful divination techniques, he can't use any of them, and it is precisely because of this that Tianyu went to the Buddhist resident with Heizhuo and others to find out the truth.

But since Zhao Ke gave this idea, Tianyu felt that he could consider other methods for divination.

At this moment, a bold thought popped out of his mind, he frowned, and said to Zhao Ke: "I see, let me go!"

Hei Zhuo didn't care about anything while he was talking, he pulled it up with a mask on his face, Hei Zhuo, who still didn't understand the protagonist or supporting role, stood up and left.

Zhao Ke didn't know what Tianyu thought of, but it should be a good beginning.

"I still have to report this matter to Zhang Zhijing, so I won't stay here any longer."

Qi Liang stood up and decisively said goodbye to Zhao Ke and left.

At this time, Zhao Ke turned his gaze, looked at Qiu Bailing with both eyes, and said with a smile, "Old friend, how about you?"

"I! I..." Qiu Bailing pondered for a while, and realized that he didn't seem to have anything to do right now.

"Hey, it's okay to be idle anyway, why don't we have a hot pot, last time I caught a lot of monsters, all of which are high-quality ingredients, just right, your old neighbor has been boxing every day recently, he's so boring, you're here just to give He was a surprise."

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, Qiu Bailing's eyes under the mask suddenly lit up, and he smiled meaningfully: "Yeah, I've been a neighbor for so long, I think it's time to say hello to him... ",

Chapter 1180 I lost

"Ah..."

In Da Xia Ding, Wang Mazi, who was practicing boxing, suddenly sneezed.

Rubbing his nose with his fingers, Wang Mazi murmured to himself, "What happened recently? It's either eyelid jumping or sneezing."

Just as he was thinking, Wang Mazi heard Jiayu's voice from the side: "Uncle Wang, have you seen Jasmine?"

"Jasmine??" Wang Mazi scratched his head, glanced around and shook his head, "No."

"Oh!"

Jiayu pursed her lips, lowered her head and walked back with displeasure, and within two steps, Jiayu turned her head and glanced at Wang Mazi.

"what happened?"

Being stared at by this little girl, Jiayu, Wang Mazi was a little hairy, and he couldn't help touching his face, but he didn't find anything on his face.

Jiayu seemed uncertain and looked carefully for a while, then grinned and revealed her sharp little canine teeth: "Uncle Wang, you recently committed a crime of love, but from the appearance, you have very evil luck, which may make you feel guilty." The plague of blood and light."

"A disaster of blood and light? Good luck?"