Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Soy milk is ground soy milk, not commonly brewed with soy milk powder.

After drinking, the taste is the inherent aroma of soy milk.

Served with fried buns and sweet tofu nao.

Ok……

Zhao Ke was still very satisfied with this breakfast.

But Zhao Ke was thinking about a question, whether he should go back to the south of the city after all.

Since Reco has nothing to do.

Now I will not be divined my location and news by those fortune-telling postmen.

Then it doesn't matter if you go back to the southern suburbs or not.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke sat down, got up, took a taxi and went straight to the high-speed rail station.

He doesn't want to go back to the southern suburbs. It's not interesting to stay in such a big house.

He planned to go to Guangdong, to see the old man, and by the way, his senior brother whom he hadn't seen for many years.

After making up his mind, Zhao Ke called a taxi.

However, the seat of the business car was booked early.

Zhao Ke could only buy the first-class seat that afternoon.

It's still morning, and the train will not start until three o'clock in the afternoon.

For such a long time, Ke Zhao, Ke Zhao did not stroll around with ordinary people, or play mobile phones in the waiting room to pass the time.

No, it should be said that I don't have enough time.

He found a corner where no one was around, and with a thought, his figure quickly entered the Great Xia Cauldron.

However, once entering Daxia Ding.

There was a burst of heart-piercing screams.

Zhao Ke took a look and saw that the old man Sambar was tied up and hung on the grill.

The Butcher's Box was cursing at Guihu.

|￣dish￣|: "You idiot, I asked you to boil water, why did you eat the pot!"

After scolding the ghost tiger, Butcher Box turned around, stared at the sambar tied to the grill, and suddenly thought that the roasted whole lamb might taste good too.

So the box stood up and hit the ghost tiger's body, making a loud bang.

"Don't stand around stupidly, go find some firewood or something, let's eat roasted whole lamb instead."

After hearing the words of the Butcher Box, the sambar's face turned green: "Bastard, you let me go, and besides, I'm a deer, not a sheep!"

Butcher Box didn't seem to pay any attention to Sambar's protests.

Instead, he changed his voice and said with a grin: "Don't be so dejected, you're going to be roasted anyway, so you might as well be happy, you see that the tombstone over there is ready for you."

The sambar was taken aback, and looked over in the direction the butcher's box said.

┏ ┛ Tomb ┗ ┓

The large bluestones that were brought in by Ke Zhao before were neatly arranged in the shape of characters by Guihu.

Seeing this scene, Sambar suddenly thought that the action of Butcher Zhihe commanding Ghost Tiger to move bricks just now was related to the tombstone in front of him.

It was clearly premeditated.

Sambar's eyes were red: "I will fight with you!"

It's just that the sambar hadn't moved yet, when the ghost tiger raised its fist and hit the sambar in the face.

The iron fist as big as a casserole only heard two bang bang bang bangs, and the sambar's nose was bruised and its face was swollen, and it couldn't even bark.

Facing the Butcher's Box and the Ghost Tiger, Sambar was completely beaten with no backhand.

This box spirit is not only immune to his own attack, but the key is that the human-shaped iron shell behind him is more difficult to deal with, fast, and extremely hard.

I am not an opponent at all.

At this time, he was beaten so hard that he didn't even have the strength to curse.

Zhao Ke stood at the back, watched the movements of Butcher Box and Ghost Tiger with cold eyes, and walked behind Butcher Box calmly.

At this time, Butcher Box was watching Ghost Tiger preparing to light the fire, sticking out its tongue excitedly.

With a big piercing tongue and saliva splashing, it seemed as if he could already smell the aroma of roasted whole lamb.

Unaware that Zhao Ke, standing behind him, was staring at him with a cold face.

Seeing the Butcher's Box become more and more outrageous.

Zhao Ke stretched out his hand and patted the guy's head: "Roast venison, why don't you peel the skin first."

"Hey, yes, yes, you should peel it off first... Huh!"

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, Butcher Zhihe's eyes lit up, but suddenly realized something was wrong, and turned his head to take a look.

Just then, Zhao Ke was standing behind him with a dark face, staring at him coldly.

After seeing Zhao Ke's unfriendly expression.

The Butcher's Box was stunned for a while, but soon moved towards Zhao Ke with an excited face.

|≧▽≦|: "Hungry! Hungry! I'm hungry!"

"Hungry ass, go away!"

Zhao Ke flicked his foot, and shook off the Butcher's Box that was on his lap.

Pointing to the sambar with a swollen face.

"Who asked you to roast him? Did I tell you to eat it?"

Faced with Zhao Ke's questioning, Butcher's Box nodded heavily and said: "Yes, he ate ginseng secretly, and there are ginseng residues on his mouth."

But when the Butcher's Box finished speaking, Sambar couldn't help screaming at Zhao Ke: "He's farting. It gave me a fruit, saying that it kept it privately as a meeting gift. I lied to him!"