Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

At this time, Hattori Hanzo knelt down in front of Zhao Ke on one knee, held up the big seal with both hands, and laughed ecstatically: "My master, please accept the first gift I prepared for you."

"This perfect body has already eaten the blood you left behind in the world, and can provide you with a temporary place to calm your mind and let you recuperate!"

"En! The soul is incomplete, but the breath of life is still so strong, you did a good job!"

The face on the big seal stared at Zhao Ke's body in front of him, and his eyes shone with excitement.

Vigorous vitality is the nutrient he needs most. What's more perfect is that this person's soul is still incomplete. For him, it is even easier to seize it.

"Stay long enough for me, and I'll let you have everything you want!"

Then I saw the big seal flashing, and a dark light went along Zhao Ke's mouth and nose, and penetrated into Zhao Ke's body.

The black shadow drilled into the depths of Zhao Ke's consciousness, and gradually manifested a figure with a thin face and pale skin, which looked very similar to an ordinary scholar.

His eyes flashed, but there was a sinister smile on his face: "Hahahaha! Fresh soul, where are you, let me eat it... Huh???"

It's just that the devil's smile soon froze on his face.

Because what was in front of him was not what he had imagined, there would be a trembling soul hiding in a corner waiting for him to be abused.

It was a huge black room.

Surrounded by rusty iron chains and instruments of torture, as well as various strange-looking things, such as black scattered whips, candles, and leather ropes.

Burning a red iron on the stove, with a very strange font "SM"

"What is this place??"

The Demon King was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look sideways, and saw a dressing table next to the execution room.

Walking forward, there are combs for women, and other things, he can't understand?

"Could it be? The soul of this man? Is it a woman??"

Thinking of this, the demon king's eyes became eager, and he stuck out his tongue. He suddenly felt that Hattori Hanzo's consideration was really too thoughtful. While allowing himself to enjoy the deliciousness of his soul, he could also vent his anger to his heart's content.

There is also the torture device here, although I don't know what's going on, but it seems to be very interesting.

Thinking of using all the instruments of torture around him on this weak soul later on, the Demon King couldn't help feeling excited from the bottom of his heart.

However, when the devil was still in the process of YY.

Suddenly, in the mirror, a woman with a veil stood behind him at some point.

"Who!"

The Demon King was taken aback for a moment, then turned around suddenly, couldn't help taking a deep breath, and swallowed a mouthful of foam with a "gudong".

The black veil couldn't cover the milk-like skin, and the tight black leather jacket exposed a half-faced sphere, as if it would stand out from the shackles of the leather jacket with a little effort.

On her slender thighs, there was another layer of grid-like transparent stockings, not only did not cover up her beauty, but instead gave people a nameless excitement.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and wanted to pounce on him and tear up all the clothes.

"Hahaha, this is really...really...are you Ashura's enchantress?"

For a demon king who has been sealed for an unknown number of years, this attire makes him feel hotter than any angel.

Even in the rumors, in the Shura Dao, the most beautiful and unparalleled enchantress is definitely not comparable to such a charm.

For a moment, the Demon King couldn't bear to attack and eat this woman.

Hearing the devil's praise, the pink lips under the mask of the woman in front of her slightly curled up, but her eyes turned dark: "The enchantress! You like the enchantress, don't you like me!"

"Uh huh??" The Demon King was taken aback for a moment, shook his head, then felt he was wrong, and nodded again.

Seeing this, the undisguised jealousy in the woman's eyes made her take out a thick black whip from behind, and said coldly: "Then you accept my training!"

"Teaching?? Bastard, I'm..."

"Snapped!"

The devil couldn't finish his words, the long whip in front of him had already hit his face, the burning pain made the devil couldn't help but gasp.

It almost made him wonder if he had hallucinations. Is this different from the game he imagined?

Thinking of this, the devil's eyes darkened, and he decided to end this unpleasant game first.

"Soul Crusher!"

He opened his hands and grabbed at the woman's chest, intending to tear the woman apart.

"En! So soft?"

The fragrant and soft touch made the Demon King subconsciously pinch it twice, but soon, he realized that something was wrong. Why is his soul-breaking hand missing? ?

"Where is my divine power??"

For a moment, the devil's face flickered, and he realized that his divine power had disappeared? ?

According to the persuasion department Hanzo, after refining the elixir with the blood he left behind in the human world, there will be a little bit of divine power in it, and after waiting for his soul to return, the divine power inside will definitely return to him.

Even if there is only a little bit, it is enough to allow him to be reborn perfectly, and when the time comes to devour the flesh and blood of other creatures, he will soon recover his strength.

But at this time, the Demon King only felt that his body was empty and there was nothing.

"Have you caught enough?"

The cold voice in his ears made the devil raise his head, and he saw the woman in front of him staring at him with cold eyes.

Before the devil recovered his senses, he felt a pain in his chest, and saw a bright red high-heeled shoe kick on his chest, kicking him to the corner of the wall.

The bright red high-heeled shoes came, and the toes lightly pressed against the demon king's crotch, and a charming smile appeared on his face: "Tell me, the enchantress and I, that one is more beautiful!"

"Wait, you are more beautiful, you are more beautiful!"

The feeling of being lightly trampled under a woman's feet, for some reason, made the devil feel a sense of shame and insult.

It's just that his answer obviously didn't satisfy the woman. He waved the whip in his hand and hit her head.

"what!!"

The hysterical screams did not have any effect, on the contrary, they ushered in a whipping of love.

"Snapped!"

"Bitch I..."