Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But the word "if" is just a metaphor and cannot become a reality.

The reason why Zhao Ke dared to experiment in this way was that he was convinced that Mantis was more than ruthless, but he was ruthless but not brave.

Judging from the fact that he did not hesitate to detonate the stamps and refused to join hands with Gui Ji and Da Chong, Zhao Ke had already figured out his character thoroughly.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

It was already injured, and the muscles all over its body were severely burned right now. The mantis struggled on the ground and got up, trying to activate the worm to escape.

However, at this moment, he felt a heavy slap on his shoulder again.

Looking back, a familiar face appeared in front of Mantis.

"Puppy king!"

This time Mantis' face suddenly became extremely ugly. He saw Wang Xiaogou in the formation with his own eyes, being blown to pieces. Could it be his ghost that appeared in front of him?

"It's down!"

Zhao Ke kicked Mantis on the chest while speaking, at the same time Xue Jizi popped out from the palm of his hand and hit Mantis' throat.

Before studying, Mantis said to the tiger's posture and tone: "Mantis, do you come by yourself, or let me help you!"

On the blade of Xue Jizi like a silver mirror, the piercing cold air could not help showing, and at the same time, the shadow of Zhao Ke was reflected.

Seeing Zhao Ke's shadow from the blade, Mantis was shocked and screamed, "You...are you a ghost?"

"ghost?"

Zhao Ke shook his head, and at this moment, he saw three clones walking towards him. Mantis saw clearly that the wounds on the clones looked astonishing, but in fact they were all alive.

"how did you do that?"

At this moment, in the eyes of the mantis, the man in front of him who called himself the king puppy was covered with a thick layer of fog.This made him suddenly have the illusion of "missing his eyes".

"It looks like you're going to ask me to help you!"

Zhao Ke became a little impatient, and lightly tapped the knife in his hand. The biting cold air made Mantis feel that his neck was frozen, and he quickly said, "Don't, I surrender!"

Mantis doesn't need Zhao Ke's reminder, and is willing to show all the stamps and postage points, and let Zhao Ke take them at will. As a price, Zhao Ke must let him go.

"There are a lot of stamps!"

Taking away the full set of insect-type stamps of the big worm, plus the original dark-type stamps of the mantis, there are indeed a lot of stamps in the stamp album of the mantis.

only……

Zhao Ke raised his brows, and a cold light that was fast to the extreme crossed Mantis's throat, retracted the blade, looked at Mantis's bewildered eyes, shook his head and said: "What I want is postage, your postage, not enough!"

The praying mantis, which has only more than ten postal cents left, is of no value to Zhao Ke. The only value is to appease the butcher's box.

It is the key to his next plan.

Time passed by, the sky gradually brightened, the dark clouds dispersed, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened from the darkness.

"what!"

Accompanied by the screams, Maier sat up straight from the haystack, looked left and right, and found himself lying in a dilapidated cave.

"This is where?"

"Aren't I dead?"

The image of the final explosion flashed in my mind, and then Maier passed out and couldn't remember what happened.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the cave, which made Maier vigilant.

I saw a lean old man walking in from the outside, and seeing Maier wake up with a kind smile on his face, he handed over a bowl of meat porridge.

"Who are you!"

The instinct of vigilance made Maier subconsciously wipe the musket at his waist. At this time, Maier realized that his flintlock had disappeared.

But what made him even more shocked and angry was that his legs were also missing!

"Eat...eat...you are injured, you will have strength when you are full."

The old man handed over the meat porridge in his hand, and saw that the crystal clear rice grains exuded a delicious fragrance in the bowl. The rice grains wrapped the shredded pork, and a pinch of shallots were sprinkled on it, which added three points to the meat porridge.

Maier sniffed the scent and felt his stomach growling. After swallowing, he picked up the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth with a grunt.

Chapter 346 Main Quest 2

"Eat slowly!"

The old man couldn't help persuading Meyer when he saw how he was gobbling.

But Maier couldn't take care of that much anymore. He claimed to be a nobleman among the nobles, but at this moment he was conquered by the bowl of porridge in his hand.

Delicate taste, with the fragrance of grains, sticky and delicious, plus the shredded meat inside, the delicious taste, blended with the sticky rice grains, neither greasy nor bland.

Moderate taste and sufficient collocation, on the contrary, stimulated Maier's sense of taste.

He never thought that there is such a delicious food, and the warm feeling after eating it made him even forget that the pain in his legs disappeared.

"belch!"

A bowl of porridge was eaten by Maier, and he burped before calming down.

Looking at the old man in front of him again, maybe it was because the other party's porridge was too delicious, or maybe the other party saved him.

Let Maier not bring up the same boring feeling for him as those other miners.

Perhaps, it's not just the taste of porridge.

If you look carefully, you will find that although the old man looks a little messy, his hair is tightly tied up, and his clothes are worn but clean. The key is his hands.

The rough palms, including the nails, were washed clean.

This kind of cleanliness is naturally not comparable to those miners who mine every day.

"Where is this? Are you not a miner?"

"Hou...Houshan, it used to be...now...it can't be done anymore."

The old man stammered and finished speaking, and Maier understood what was going on as soon as he heard it.

Some miners are too old to go to the mine to do work, and if they fail to meet the quota, they will be thrown into the abyss, so they simply sneak out and hide on the back mountain, which can be regarded as surviving.