Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"It's it!"

Zhao Ke frowned, and stretched out his hand to grab Feng San's arm. Before Feng San could recover, he saw a blood-red dagger in Zhao Ke's hand, pressing against Feng San's throat.

Staring at the fox, he said coldly, "Go away, or I'll cut his throat first!"

"Uncle Sixi! What are you doing?"

Feng San was a little overwhelmed by Zhao Ke's sudden action.

But Zhao Ke ignored him. Last time at Grandma Xiangu's place, he witnessed the astonishing speed of this fox with his own eyes. Zhao Ke asked himself, with his current means, if he confronted him head-on, he might have no chance at all.

Zhao Ke tried his best to lean his body against the wall, but when Zhao Ke stepped back, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and all the caves and foxes disappeared.

Not only that, even Feng San, who was held by him, turned into a pile of sand, flowing down his fingertips.

Hallucination?still……

Just when Zhao Ke was surprised, a brilliant glow suddenly burst out from the golden pupil of his left eye, and a vague shadow was rushing towards him through the sandy sea in front of him.

The shadow is very vague, giving people the feeling that the two are not in the same world.

"not good!"

Zhao Ke didn't have time to think about it, he threw himself forward, Zhao Ke felt a gust of fragrant wind, as if something brushed his shoulder and jumped over, but before he could recover, something hit the back of his head After a while, the huge pain made Zhao Ke's eyes go dark, and he passed out immediately. .

"help me!"

"Who!"

In the darkness, Zhao Ke faintly heard ethereal cries for help coming from his ears, but he turned his head and looked around, only to see that the surroundings were completely dark and there was nothing.

"who are you?"

Zhao Ke shouted to the surroundings. In the empty darkness, no one responded to him at all. Zhao Ke thought to himself, "Could it be an illusion?"

"Whoosh..."

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly felt his ears warm, and a slight breath hit his earlobe, with a very special smell, not the fox scent from the fox, but another scent.

Zhao Ke had no way to describe this kind of fragrance, as if he had never smelled such a strange fragrance before.

A pair of white and moist arms like lotus root came up from behind Zhao Ke's shoulders, and his slender fingers gently stroked Zhao Ke's cheeks, each finger seemed to be carefully carved beautiful jade.

The slender and slender palms did not give people a thin feeling, but were very plump and stylish. These hands seemed like a work of art.

With such perfect hands, Zhao Ke felt that, let alone holding them in his hands, let alone holding them, he would feel a little ashamed, because this kind of beauty should not appear in this world full of dust. .

The cold fingers ran down his cheeks and rubbed against his skin, causing Zhao Ke to breathe faster.

Long black hair slowly fell from the top of Zhao Ke's head, and a mask made of silver silk covered that cheek, but those eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting his own figure.

The pink lips parted slightly, exuding a unique fragrance, Zhao Ke couldn't help but take a sip.

"help me!"

The ethereal voice of the woman shouted from the red lips, making Zhao Ke unable to help asking: "Who are you?"

However, as soon as Zhao Ke yelled out the words, the figure of the woman in front of him gradually disappeared in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke reached out and grabbed the woman's mask, wanting to see who this woman was before she disappeared.

However, after grabbing it, Zhao Ke felt a little soft in his hand, and when he squeezed it hard, it felt a little...wooden.

"Snapped!"

Before Zhao Ke woke up, a hot slap in the face made Zhao Ke wake up from his sleep in an instant. When he opened his eyes, he saw Grandma Xiangu standing beside him with a dark face.

At the same time, Feng San's face was even more ugly, and he wanted to speak, but seeing Zhao Ke's confused eyes, he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, so he just gritted his teeth, turned his head away, and didn't want to talk to Zhao Ke again.

"Hey hey hey, Sixi, I know you're a bachelor, and you won't let go of even an old lady."

Hearing the sound, Zhao Ke turned his head and saw a man in his early 50s squatting aside, looking at Zhao Ke and laughing.

Zhao Ke felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before, but what was certain was that this person must be a villager in the village.

But what caught Zhao Ke's attention was that there was actually a white hedgehog the size of a basketball squatting on this man's shoulder. The hedgehog was holding a walnut in his hand, eating it with gusto, and his expression looked as if he had grown up Same, tricky.

Looking around again, Zhao Ke saw that Zhang Haiyang was not far away, but he didn't have the reluctant look on his face as he imagined, but he prostrated himself on a stone, wearing a mining lamp on his head, and looked carefully. Looking around the stone.

As for the big fox he saw before, Zhao Ke didn't see its shadow.

Zhao Ke tried to get up, but his hands and feet were numb for a while, and he couldn't move at all. Seeing this, the old lady smiled coldly, and said to Zhao Ke in an indifferent tone: "You have been hit by the old fairy's soft tendons. Just lie down and lie down."

"The fox?"

Zhao Ke tried to ask, but what he got in return was a slap in the face from the old lady. The fairy aunt in front of him completely lost the kindness she had in the village before.

The old lady asked Zhao Ke sharply: "If San'er hadn't said that you saved him, I would have beat your head to a pulp. What are you doing here? Who brought you here."

Zhao Ke was slapped twice by the old lady, and he couldn't help feeling an evil fire in his heart, but after a moment of silence, Zhao Ke still spoke:

"The soldier next to Comrade Zhang brought me here. I just wanted to bring Comrade Zhang back to the village."

Zhang Haiyang couldn't help raising his head when he heard the words, glanced at Zhao Ke and asked, "Qiu Bing! Where are the others?"

"Dead, in that sewer pipe."

After hearing the news that Qiu Bing had died, Zhang Haiyang nodded, looking indifferent, and continued to lower his head to study the surrounding stones.

"You also saw that now we let him go, and he won't go."

The old man walked up to Zhao Ke, patted Zhao Ke on the face and said: "There is a way, there is a way to heaven, if you don't go, there is no way to enter hell."

"Go away!" Zhao Ke cursed with a dark face.

The old man was not angry, he stood up cheerfully, and then the smile on his face froze suddenly, and he kicked Zhao Ke in the abdomen.

"Crack!"

With this kick, Zhao Ke's eyes widened, and his body shrank into a ball like a shrimp, so that he could not breathe. He knew in his heart that this kick broke at least one of his ribs.

"Bah! What the fuck are you pretending to be? Even if you die here, no one will know."

After the old man finished speaking, he changed his voice and said with a smirk: "But if you really die here, it will be considered your blessing. This place is an excellent place to raise corpses."

"He Laosan!"

The old lady at the side interrupted He Laosan's nonsense in a cold voice, glanced at Zhao Ke, her face softened and said: "Seeing that you saved San'er, I don't care so much with you, don't you want to take Zhang Haiyang away, later You just follow him, we found something, you can take him away at any time, don't let me know you're messing around, or... hum."