Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Under the whipping like a torrential rain, the bright red high-heeled shoe was constantly rubbing and torturing. The little DD under the devil's crotch, the shameful thing is that he is...hard!

Under the ruthless abuse, the demon king's sensitive and fragile self-esteem was deeply destroyed. He vowed to tear this woman apart.

But soon, the whipping stopped, which made the devil heaved a sigh of relief, but when he raised his head, he saw a scene that made him feel even more terrified.

"Wait, what are you doing, put it down!"

Seeing the woman pick up the leather rope and candle on the table, the devil's face turned pale instantly, and he curled up in the corner tremblingly, looking helplessly at the woman walking in front of him.

"Don't come here! Don't! It's burning me to death!!"

Soon, in the dark cell, accompanied by whipping and screams, echoed in the empty corridor.

Chapter 207

"Om..."

After an unknown amount of time, the rusty door was suddenly opened, and the Lord Demon King rushed out from inside with a distressed expression on his face.

"woo woo woo woo!"

Looking back at the door of the room, a mouth ball was stuffed in his mouth, preventing him from shouting.

I saw the woman leaning against the door, with a cigarette in her hand, and after exhaling a circle of smoke, the corners of her pink mouth were slightly upturned, that kind of satisfied, arrogant, and conquering smile.

It deeply hurt Lord Demon King's heart, causing tears of grievance to roll down that pretty face, and he turned and ran away as soon as he gritted his teeth.

At this moment, the only thing he could think of was to find his divine power immediately, and then come back and tear this woman into pieces.

He ran forward along the corridor in front of him, but this place was completely different from the people he had seized.

The empty and dead ruins, the broken cross on the wall, and pairs of bloody handprints stuck to the wall, bursts of gloomy air-conditioning made the devil feel like he was standing up all over his body.

At this moment, a sound of gongs and drums was heard from far away. It seemed that someone was singing, but the Demon King couldn't understand what was being sung.

Walking along the direction of the drumbeat, I saw a man wearing a long robe with long sleeves, with red mud on his face, black nose, and a bat painted with gold mud on his head, which is exactly the shape of Zhong Kui in the play.

Hubu Wenxiu, with the sound of gongs and drums, walked forward.

"What monster is this??"

The devil's heart trembled, thinking that before he recovered his divine power, he didn't dare to provoke the other party, so he turned around and was about to leave.

But when he turned around, his head hit a person's chest.

When he looked up, he saw a face exactly like Zhao Ke's, except that his body was unusually strong, and his red eyes were scarier than evil spirits.

"I……"

Before the devil's words came out of his mouth, his pupils couldn't help shrinking for a while, and he saw a huge fist hitting his face head-on.

"What me! Kill you."

The angry expression seemed to be stimulated by something, his eyes were as red as a rabbit, and he couldn't help but say that he was punching the devil's handsome face.

"Bang bang bang..."

With three punches in a row, the demon king turned into a bastard, curled up, and could only cover his face with his hands desperately, screaming like a pig being killed.

It's completely different from before, the previous one can only be called training, the pain is on the skin, but the pleasure is on the heart.

But in front of him, this is a real fist, punching to the flesh, the sound of "bang bang bang!", matched with the drumbeat on the stage, it was a joy to fight.

On the stone steps, there was a man whose face was exactly like Zhao Ke's. His face was exactly the same as Zhao Ke's, but he was very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Holding a book in his hand, with a lazy and tired look on his face, he looked listless.

Glancing at the anger that was going crazy with excitement, he turned around and asked the woman with the ponytail beside him, "What's wrong with him today, didn't you just let him go out?"

The woman took out a spoon from nowhere and put the spoon in her mouth. Jeans, leather jacket, and neutral attire gave people the impression that she was clean and tidy, a bit masculine.

Especially women, with half-closed eyes, staring at the book beside them, lazy in their hands.

His demeanor was almost exactly the same as Zhao Ke's. If it wasn't for the slightly protruding curves on his chest and his long black hair, he might have been the second Zhao Ke.

It can be said that among the seven personalities, she and Zhao Ke are the only ones who are almost astonishingly consistent from demeanor to demeanor. The only difference is that she is a woman.

Perhaps it was because of the two people's personalities, which also revealed a greed in their bones.

Pointing to the rising guy on the stage who was singing, he said, "Today, listen to the biography of Zhong Kui!"

Just listening to the figure on the stage, the singing became louder and louder, a sense of sadness came from the heart, the hoarse voice, high-pitched and agitated, was the authentic Hebei Bangzi.

With a flick of his long sleeves, he only heard:

"The solitary tomb of a thousand miles is green, the lonely wilderness is silent.

I hate the treacherous minister Yang Guozhang who bullies all living beings by relying on his power.

Brother Zhong committed suicide and went to drink hatred, but the heroic soul went to the city of death in vain.

"Dong dong dong..." The snare drum was beating rapidly, and the sound had reached its peak.

"Bang bang bang... ahhhh!!"

His eyes were red with anger, and he opened his mouth to let out a roar. As the drums beat faster and faster, he saw the fists of anger waving, like a madman, fists like a torrential rain, crazily venting on the face of the devil.

"After the burial, my confidant is suspected to be a dream, and I am alone...Zero...Zero—"

At the end of the song, I saw anger punching hard, feeling the temperature of the blood splashing on the face, the angry eyes suddenly calmed down, and took a long breath, feeling as if the pores of my whole body had been opened: "It's cool!"

"Eat! Eat! Eat!"

With a chubby little face, he walked onto the stage with strides, and every time he took a step, the wooden boards below made a sound of "Kajigaji".

Opening his chubby palm, he wanted to say arrogantly: "Eat, eat, eat! The drums are finished, I want to eat!"

However, the arrogant eyelid raised, and he slapped the fat man's face with his backhand. The demon king who hadn't gotten up from the ground said: "That lump is it, get out!"

Being slapped on the face, instead of feeling angry, the fat man followed the arrogant fingers and looked at the swollen nose and swollen Lord Demon King who had already been hammered. He gulped down a mouthful of water with a "gudong" like drinking water.

"Eat! Eat! Eat!"

Seeing this, the fat man's eyes felt cold for a while, and he ran over with strides.

"Dong dong dong..."