Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Even though he didn't want to admit it, he still had to worry.

Thinking of those priceless things in Zhao Ke's postal album, Yang Laohei's inner feelings are simply indescribable.

Just like you obviously won the 500 million lottery ticket, but on the way to redeem the prize, I found that the lottery ticket was gone.

If it were you, how would you feel...

That's right, that's what Yang Laohei feels right now, even worse.

"Fuck, why is my luck so unlucky."

Yang Laohei couldn't help swearing violently, and looked up at the gradually worsening weather overhead, feeling a thousand dissatisfied in his heart.

If the weather had been like this earlier, with the cover of the weather, he could use all his abilities.

At the end of the day, a fire burned the woods and destroyed the traces.

If it wasn't for his way and frequent state, how could this kid escape his clutches.

After all, Yang Laohei attributed everything to luck.

My luck is too bad, otherwise how could I let this fat sheep run away.

However, just when Yang Laohei was about to leave, suddenly, a familiar breath poured into his nostrils, which shocked Yang Laohei's spirit and made him extremely excited.

"hiss!"

The familiar smell made Yang Laohei feel like an addict, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Immediately, his thoughts followed the smell, and through layers of forests, the outline of a person appeared in Yang Laohei's mind.

"there!"

When he yelled these words, Yang Laohei came down through the air like a sharp sword.

At the same time, I did not forget to activate the stamp "True Mulisa's Gaze" in my hand again.

As a battle-tested person, he knows very well that when fighting in reality, one must pay attention to the changes in the opponent.

Maybe for you, it's just a second, or even a blink of an eye.

But you can't be sure if the person has been through a scary space.

This kind of shipwreck in the gutter is definitely not uncommon among postmen.

There are many people who chased and killed a postman in reality, but they didn't want to, the other party suddenly turned around in the blink of an eye, and his strength suddenly improved a lot compared to before.

One shot is a set of scary stamp combination cards.

You were beaten so hard that you didn't even have a chance to breathe, so you fought back on the spot.

[You are affected by the prop stamp "Real Mulisa's Gaze", and your stamp will appear in an exhibition state. 】

When the reminder sounded, Zhao Ke turned his head and looked at the eagle that swooped in midair, his face was covered with a layer of frost.

"It's that stamp again!"

Zhao Ke's heart shuddered, and he was very disgusted with this kind of stamps that could directly observe the contents of his stamp album.

But the trouble is that there is no way to defend against this kind of thing.

The Fortune Orb that Zhao Ke got seemed to be useless for this kind of thing.

Zhao Ke's stamp album was covered with a layer of white mist, and through the mist, he could almost see all three pages of his stamp album clearly.

"what!"

Seeing that there seemed to be a change in Zhao Ke's stamp album, Yang Laohei was shocked and quickly slowed down his speed.

Even if the opponent is an ant, he will never let down his vigilance because of this.

But wait for Yang Laohei to take a closer look at Zhao Ke's postal code.

In an instant, Yang Laohei's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help screaming excitedly: "Hahaha, God help me too."

If before, Yang Laohei was still worried about Zhao Ke.

But now, all worries are gone. To describe it in one sentence, it just disappeared.

Because the postal points in Zhao Ke's stamp album are only 3 o'clock.

3 postage cents, enough for what?

He can't do anything, that is to say, Zhao Ke is just an ordinary person right now, without any ability to compete with him.

"Hahahaha, you can't run away!"

Yang Laohei's body quickly fell from mid-air, and the speed was several times faster than before.

If we say that before, Yang Laohei's speed was a high-speed truck.

So now, his speed is an F1 sports car with the accelerator pedal pressed to the bottom.

The wings tightened, and with a sharp sound of breaking wind, it sprinted down from midair.

He wants to seize the opportunity to prevent Zhao Ke from opening the urn and extract enough postal points to restore his strength.

However, seeing Zhao Ke's figure getting closer and closer, Yang Laohei couldn't help showing excitement in his eyes.

Silently activated another stamp of his own, ready to hit him hard and turn him into a cripple.

But at this moment, Yang Laohei inadvertently glanced at Zhao Ke's eyes.

In the black and white pupils, there was an unprecedented calmness, not at all like the eyes of a desperate, dying person.

"No, it could be a fraud!"

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Laohei's mind suddenly tightened, he frantically waved his wings, and forcibly stabilized himself in mid-air.

This kind of charging is normal, and the feeling of forcibly stopping makes Yang Laohei feel his heart speed up, and he almost spits out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Laohei's body suddenly stopped, but it didn't bring him any sense of security. Instead, he was followed by a sudden killing intent, which made Yang Laohei's hair stand on end.

Looking down, Zhao Ke had a sarcastic smile on his mouth, and Zhao Ke was holding a simple flintlock gun in his hand.

Yang Laohei was not given any breathing time at all.

"Bang" a shot hit the past.