Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The wild vegetables supported by the soup are served with crystal clear wontons, and finally sprinkled with a spoonful of sesame oil.

Immediately, the four colors are hot, and the aroma is tangy.

"Please taste, yellow soup wonton."

The old man squinted and brought the wontons to the table. The old man couldn't wait any longer. He picked up the spoon on the side, filled a wonton, blew it twice, and put it in his mouth.

Immediately, the Taoist stared: "It's delicious!"

Chapter 392 Opening a black shop, I am a professional

The Taoist priest took a sip of the full soup in the small wonton, bit off the slippery wonton wrapper, held it in his mouth, and savored it carefully.

The soup rolls back and forth on the tongue,

The delicious and elastic taste is mixed with the thickness of the soup. After eating, the fragrance of wild vegetables permeates the whole mouth.

After eating it in one bite, the Taoist priest who had already made up his mind not to say it was delicious changed his mind instantly.

stinging stinging...

Even after taking two bites, the Taoist couldn't help but spitting, and the saliva flowed out uncontrollably.

"Squeak..."

Seeing the Taoist eating with gusto, Huang Pizi was even more greedy, and kept holding the Taoist's thigh, begging.

The Taoist frowned, and then he remembered that there was a weasel beside him.

"Hey! I'm full, work harder! You're such a waste. If it wasn't for the injury to my ass, Daoist, I would have caught up with that bastard a long time ago."

I saw that he handed the bowl of wonton that he had eaten two times to the weasel.

He said to the old man again: "Two more bowls."

"Alas!"

The old man nodded, and hurriedly made two more bowls for the Taoist priest. Everything was ready-made. After a while, two bowls of wontons were on the table.

At this time, I saw a weasel beside him, who was really a fine thing, staring at the bowl of wontons, with a humane smile on his face.

I saw a layer of golden sesame oil and green vegetable leaves floating on the hot soup, which is really beautiful.

The paws picked up the soup spoon and stirred it gently with a small spoon. The wontons in the bowl immediately came alive. A cute and cute little animal whirled around in the bowl and collided with each other.

Definitely adds to the fun.

At this time, the weasel shook the spoon, and a fat, honest and cute little wonton fell into the spoon.

The weasel blinked and stared at the wonton carefully. Isn't this him?

Seeing this, the weasel was also happy, and put the wonton into his mouth in one gulp, just like a Taoist priest, he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

After eating a whole bowl of small wontons, aftertaste of the deliciousness just now, my heart will always be filled with satisfaction.

Looking up, the Taoist priest had already emptied the two bowls of wontons, not even a drop of soup left, and patted his belly contentedly. Thinking about it carefully, this was actually the best thing he had eaten in recent years .

"Master Dao, you are done eating, that... is it convenient to settle the bill?"

Seeing the clumsy look of the old man walking over, the Taoist didn't intend to give money at first, but after thinking about it, maybe he will eat it in the future.

Thinking of this, the Taoist priest groped from his sleeve for a while, and after a while he threw out a broken piece of silver. A row of tables boldly said: "You don't need to look for it, save it for another time."

After saying this, the Taoist got up with the yellow skin and was about to leave, but just after taking two steps, the Taoist stared suddenly.

A sharp stabbing pain gushed out from the abdomen.

Not only him, but even the weasel beside him felt a growing pain in his stomach.

"poisonous!"

The Taoist priest's face changed suddenly, and he turned to look at the old man, and saw the old man sitting on a chair smoking a big cigarette leisurely.

"Squeak!"

At this time, the weasel beside him suddenly fixed its eyes on the soft blanket under the old man's buttocks.

The khaki-colored fur was exactly the same as the fur on his body, and a bad feeling suddenly came out of the Taoist priest's heart.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm a professional in opening a black shop."

Zhao Ke knocked on the smoke pot in his hand, looked at the Taoist priest and the weasel with a half-smile, stretched out his hand and pulled at his face, Zhao Ke tore a piece of human skin off his face, and threw it into the soup pot beside him.

Seeing the true face of Zhao Ke in front of him, the Taoist priest screamed with his face flickering: "It's you!"

As he was talking, he saw the Taoist pinching Fa Jue with his fingers, trying to call out the zombies.

But at this time, the pain in the abdomen became more and more painful, making it difficult for him to breathe, as if every intestine in the stomach was sticking together.

Not to mention pinching and chanting mantras, even pinching fingers together, they are shaking like epilepsy.

This poison is the poison on the stinger of the human face spider, extremely poisonous.

At that time, Zhao Ke used his hand to draw out the poison, turned it into a ball, and put it in the stamp album. He didn't expect that it would be useful so soon.

It looks good.

In order to cover up the stink of the toxin, I specially used the source hand to ingest and refine the toxin repeatedly, and finally it became colorless and odorless, and the toxin was reduced a lot.

Otherwise, if the original solution was used, the current person and monster would have already turned into dead bodies.

The strength of this Taoist is not weak, besides controlling the zombies, he has many methods.

In fact, the two vicious dogs that he is a part of, on the one hand, want to lure away the troublesome zombies.

After all, Zhao Ke is not sure that the bad stick in his hand will be effective on a soulless and lifeless zombie.

On the other hand, I also want to try the depth of this Taoist priest.

As a result, his soul flew away, causing Zhao Ke to suffer a certain amount of backlash.

The other relying on a sneak attack, just took a bite of his buttocks, and was torn to pieces by the zombies who rushed over quickly.

If he had enough postal points in his hand, Zhao Ke didn't mind and killed him head-on.

But right now, the postal points in his hand are less than 10 points, so it's okay to deal with this Taoist priest.

But if facing that zombie, Zhao Ke might be too reluctant to rely only on the weak stick in his hand.