Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

when I was about to speak.

Seeing Zhao Ke, he suddenly thought of something, shouted "Wait", then turned and ran out of the kitchen.

Soon, Lu Hao heard the owner's 180° scream from the inn: "What?? Leave??"

"Huh? Wonton?? What is that??"

"Oh! So..."

After a while, Zhao Ke ran back again.

Put the finished wontons in the freezer.

Immediately ran back out of breath.

Looking at Lu Hao who was in a daze, he said, "Go ahead!"

"It's not...you..."

"Wait!"

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly opened the frying pan and quickly stir-fried for a while.

After making sure that the meat in the pot was not sticky, I was relieved.

Seeing this, Lu Hao opened his mouth, a little dumbfounded.

I really don't understand why Zhao Ke chose to position his identity in such a low-end place.

With Zhao Ke's ability, he can complete the sub-quests quickly [One party's dignitaries]

Join a certain faction and climb up quickly.

It won't be long, I'm afraid it will be the same.

Besides, there is Ren.

Already regarded as a person with an official position.

This is very rare in Daxia.

Can help Zhao Ke in many places.

He had no reason to trap himself in this place.

He couldn't figure out what Lu Hao was thinking.

Zhao Ke's answer is very simple: "I like it!"

"Forget it! Don't change the subject, I mean, why do you take such a big risk and make yourself so miserable?

What if they don't save you?Or have doubts about you?You are really the meat sent to your mouth, and even the gods can't save you. "

Regarding this topic, Zhao Ke's expression settled slightly.

Yes, crippling my true self.

He cut himself beyond recognition with a knife.

In order to prevent Jin Jintong from exposing himself, he simply stabbed his left eye blind.

Cut off his tongue.

The wounds on the body.

Even if he activates gluttony, he may not be able to recover.

In this situation, Zhao Ke placed himself around a group of mid-level postmen.

Once his identity is exposed, even Ji Wusui can't save himself across a plane.

So what's next for me?One can imagine.

But Zhao Ke is very clear about what he wants to do.

His plan has never changed, even if he can't do the best, he still has to feed himself to achieve the most ideal result.

As for the injuries...

To be honest, Zhao Ke didn't think it made any difference whether he was injured or not in front of these mid-level postmen.

As for the risks inside!

He is willing to try.

Just like what Lu Hao asked, why?

Zhao Ke's answer is...he wants to become stronger, stronger.

At least next time, someone won't be caught in the coffin like a chicken.

I will inevitably encounter more dangers in the future.

You can't always count on her to clean up the scene and complete the task for yourself, right?

Besides, doing this, Zhao Ke always felt very twisted.

It was as if she came here under the banner of helping, like a bully whoring.

Although it feels cool.

But what Zhao Ke wants more is to kick open her coffin board one day and walk in with strides.

Use your own strength to let her sing conquest for yourself.

Thinking of her fair and flawless skin, she blushed slightly, and knelt down in front of her.

Thin lips are as delicate as rose petals, opening silently...

Which picture, really...

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Lu Hao gently rubbed his temples with his fingers.

Looking at Zhao Ke's expression, he said with a strange expression: "To be honest, your expression is really wretched."

Zhao Ke came back to his senses and quickly wiped off his saliva.