Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Zombie!"

Zhao Ke's heart skipped a beat. This zombie had been hiding here for some time. If Zhao Ke hadn't smelled the special smell from the zombie, he wouldn't have noticed that there was a zombie hiding behind them.

But compared to this zombie, Zhao Ke was more concerned about the fact that there was a yellow talisman on the back of the zombie's heart.

This is the reason why Zhao Ke became serious.

"Why, Master, is there any embarrassment? If it is inconvenient to say, just pretend that I didn't ask."

Tong Xuan grinned and was about to continue talking.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly opened his eyes, and laughed loudly: "Naturally, it is the Six Meridians Excalibur, but my Six Meridians Excalibur is different from others. Others can only cultivate six swords. I am different, and I prefer to cultivate Out of the seventh sword."

"The seventh sword?"

Tongxuan had never heard of the Six Meridians Excalibur, but the name was quite impressive.

Moreover, Zhao Ke's confident eyes seemed to be very confident in his original seventh sword.

Tong Xuan couldn't help raising his brows, and said with a grin: "Then, how powerful is this sword?"

"Weili... Oh, no, I have a stomachache. I'll go to the bathroom first."

As Zhao Ke said that, his face changed, he looked embarrassed, stood up and walked out.

"Oh...not...you..."

Before Tong Xuan finished speaking, Zhao Ke was already clutching his stomach and going out.

Seeing this, Tong Xuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, staring at the direction where Zhao Ke left, and laughed disdainfully:

"I thought you were some kind of Buddhist expert, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that, two snakes, rats, rats and ants scared the crap out of you."

As soon as Tong Xuan finished speaking.

The expressions of the people at the neighboring table turned ugly in an instant, they stared at Tong Xuan, and said coldly, "Vald donkey, fart your mother."

"How can I say it's wrong!"

Tong Xuan unhurriedly took out the purple gold bowl from under his sleeve: "A group of demons and heretics, today the poor monk will save you first before we talk."

Before Zhao Ke had gone far, he heard the sound of fighting coming from the inn behind him.

With a raised eyebrow, he turned and walked into the grass. After a while, he saw two wolfhounds crawling out of the grass.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the darkness.

After about a stick of incense, Zhao Ke heard the sound of fighting getting quieter.

Only then did he walk in from the outside unhurriedly.

Clutching his belly, he looked relaxed: "It's comfortable, I've endured this all the way, and I'm finally light without shit."

However, when Zhao Ke said this, he opened the door, and saw Tong Xuan sitting on a chair in front of him, motionless.

There were two empty plates on the table, and her mouth was stuffed.

"Hey, you finished eating so quickly."

Zhao Ke said in surprise as he walked.

But Tong Xuan stared straight at Zhao Ke, and kept frowning.

"Don't frown, look at the support you have, is there anyone who will grab you."

As soon as Zhao Ke finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew past his ears, and he saw a white and slender hand resting on Zhao Ke's shoulder.

Accompanied by a scent, I saw a woman sitting beside Zhao Ke, it was the poisonous snake.

"Little brother, you said just now, what six-meridian sword you have cultivated, is it powerful?"

The woman moved her body closer to Zhao Ke, intentionally or unintentionally buried Zhao Ke's arms deeply in the pair of murder weapons.

Zhao Ke first froze, then stared straight at the white scenery in front of him, swallowed his mouth and said, "It's amazing, but the seventh sword I cultivated is even more powerful."

"The seventh sword, what kind of sword is that?"

The woman moved her face closer, her pink lips were getting closer, her almond eyes, and her eyelashes blinked like hooks, which made Zhao Ke unable to move his eyes away.

"Others' six-meridian swords are all finger-pointed swords, but my seventh sword is quite special. Don't take a look at it."

With a stabbing sound, Zhao Ke took a deep breath of the spittle from his mouth, and said with a lecherous smirk on his face.

The woman didn't understand at first, but when Zhao Ke stood up and touched his crotch, he suddenly understood.

"Ouch! I hate you so much."

"Hey, don't worry, there are worse ones.!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait." The banshee opened her mouth halfway, staring straight at Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes, the more he laughed, the more he untied his hands and reached into his robe. After groping inside, he saw the banshee's eyes suddenly widen, and he couldn't hold his breath.

Chapter 390

He saw the gradually rising tent under Zhao Ke's clothes.

The snake demon's pupils couldn't help but stand upright, especially when he saw the side of the gown, on the flesh-colored skin, the thick blue veins were ferociously Turkic, which made the banshee's face flush with embarrassment.

Not to mention the snake demon, even the weasel and the rotting female corpse behind him couldn't help but hold their breath.

Especially those two weasels who turned into strong men, with a ghostly look on their faces, looking at Zhao Kegao's tent, and looking at themselves...

In an instant, his face was full of shame, and he couldn't bear to look directly. They looked at the female corpse next to him together, and saw her half-covered squinting eyes, and the saliva dripped down the corner of her mouth.

"Hey, my divine sword is infinitely powerful, keep the benefactor early, please don't try it!"

With a nonchalant expression, Ke Zhao twisted his waist and pressed against the snake demon's face through his clothes.

"This... this is too... rough!"

Seeing the murder weapon that Zhao Ke brought up, the snake demon felt dizzy for a while. He said no, but his body nodded honestly and turned his face away.

Zhao Ke half-closed his eyes, a fierce gleam appeared in his eyes, he grinned and showed his white teeth, and said, "Don't worry, it's very comfortable!"

As soon as Zhao Ke finished speaking, he waved his hands, and with a sound of breaking wind, the big flesh-colored stick hit the snake demon's face.

"boom!"