Who is the bloodmassacre.

Among the intermediate postmen, he is a well-known fourth-order ability.

For example, in the new forces, the hound group, which has been often discussed recently, is hunting.

was unanimously favored by everyone, but was punched by blood and shocked with internal injuries.

As for Qi Liang, although his reputation has skyrocketed, he is known as the leading big brother.

But that is, he has just stepped into the intermediate postman, and no matter how fierce the Holy Light stamps are, they are only first-order at best.

No wonder in the eyes of the blood slaughter, it was nothing more than a grain of rice candlelight.

There are even rumors that his strength can already break through to the fifth order.

But it seems that he is deliberately suppressing himself, wanting to complete his natal stamp a little more and break through the fifth-order ability.

Once it breaks through, it will be fierce and unstoppable from now on.

However, such a terrifying figure is in front of everyone at this time.

Little by little, I pulled out my brain, and ate with relish, until I ate and ate, I lost my feeling, and when I lowered my head, I died inexplicably.

The few people present were not extremely vicious people with bloody hands.

Not to mention murder, even women and children, the elderly, and even babies, they can do it.

Even in the hearts of some people, ordinary people are no longer human.

Rather, they are creatures one level below them.

Under the law of the jungle, the weak, no matter how much they kill, will not arouse sympathy.

can be a strong man, a master who makes them feel jealous, and die so strangely.

But it cast a shadow on everyone's heart, even fear.

Qi Liang looked at the corpse that knelt on the ground motionless, holding the bowl of broth in his hand for a while, his face flickered, and he didn't know whether to drink it or not.

"Drink!"

At this time, the old lady looked back at Qi Liang.

Those cloudy eyes made Qi Liang feel what pressure was at this moment, and the holy fire in his body instantly dimmed.

Qi Liang felt the coldness that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Even the palm of his hand involuntarily handed the soup bowl to his mouth, as if he was completely out of his control.

Looking at the white mist in front of the soup, golden oil flowers floated on the soup noodles, and a layer of crushed garlic was on top, which was beautiful and mouth-watering.

But that fragrance always reminded Qi Liang of the bowl of meat in the first place.

Just watching the soup bowl uncontrollably stick to his mouth, Qi Liang frowned, held his breath and opened his mouth to drink the bowl of soup in one gulp.

Holding his breath with Qi Liang was the postmen around him.

A pair of eyes stared at Qi Liang tightly, but his heart was more nervous than Qi Liang himself.

What they are nervous about is not Qi Liang's life or death, but whether they can drink the next bowl of soup.

Looking at the momentum of the old lady in front of her, she planned to let everyone come to drink the soup.

As soon as they thought of Fang Cai's strange death, a chill arose in everyone's hearts.

Even some old fritters, see the picture in front of you.

They couldn't help but have a bold possibility in their hearts, but they didn't dare to be sure, because the master had not appeared in everyone's field of vision for a long, long time.

Even if they were sure, they didn't dare to say it.

At this time, everyone's hopes couldn't help but pin their hopes on Qi Liang, the leading brother, again.

Puree entrance.

But seeing Qi Liang's tightly knit brows gradually relaxed, the tense muscles of the whole person also relaxed, and Qi Liang could be heard swallowing one bite at a time.

It was like a bowl of soup, with a magical power, which made Qi Liang drink it involuntarily.

"Ahh

After drinking a bowl, Qi Liang put down the bowl in his hand and looked at the old lady in front of him: "That...... Can I have another bowl? ”

"No, one bowl per person." The old lady rejected Qi Liang.

If Zhao Ke was here, he would definitely beat his chest and scold Qi Liang, a stupid pig, for actually drinking the soup in one gulp.

Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit.

How can you understand the real deliciousness of this soup.

"Xiaoliang, what does it smell like? Is it pork rib soup? ”

Zhang Haigen also took Wang Lingling to walk quickly behind Qi Liang at this time.

Seeing that Qi Liang actually drank so well, Zhang Haigen involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of spit.

As early as Fang Cai, he wanted to taste the taste of this bowl of soup.

At this time, seeing Qi Liang finish drinking it in one gulp, he was completely fine, and he wanted to have another bowl.

Such a good thing, how could he Zhang Haigen let it go.

Qi Liang shook his head: "I can't say it, you can taste it yourself." ”

He didn't taste the ribs.

It's a sweet and sour taste, like the bowl of cider wine soup when I was a child.

What a distant taste this is......

Decade?

Or twenty years?

It seems to be the first taste left in my mouth when I was still in infancy.

According to his father, his mother had no milk when she was alive, and she liked to make sweet wine soup and dip a drop of chopsticks in it for herself.

But Qi Liang had never experienced that kind of taste, what kind of taste it was.

This bowl of soup is in the mouth, although Qi Liang doesn't know why the taste of this soup is apple cider wine soup.

But Qi Liang gave birth to a voice in his heart,

kept telling him that, yes, this is the taste of his mother using chopsticks to him.

"Okay, I'll try it myself."

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Haigen is definitely a strange flower, others can't avoid it, but he takes the initiative to catch up.

Behind him, Wang Lingling hesitated a little and pulled him.

As a result, Zhang Haigen slapped her hand open, turned around and said: "Don't be stupid, if you want to drink it, you seem to be able to refuse, why don't you take the initiative yourself, what if it tastes good?" Let's die and be a full ghost. ”

When everyone heard this, they also felt that this was the truth.

Now they are all in a state of punishment in the ghost market, and they can neither leave the ghost market, nor can they disguise and protect them, and even the abilities of the more serious ones will be greatly weakened.

The old lady in front of her has unfathomable strength, and if she really wants to kill them, I'm afraid they may not be able to escape.

Look at the bloody corpses on the ground.

Thinking of this, everyone panicked.

"Hey, hey!"

Zhang Haigen leaned over, and the old lady lowered her head to give him a bowl as usual, Zhang Haigen can eat and enjoy it compared to Qi Liang.

Holding a bowl of soup, he drank it in small sips, and took out a cake from the postal album, soaked the cake in the soup, and took a bite with a satisfied expression.

made everyone look at it, and the saliva under the tongue couldn't stop flowing down.

With Zhang Haigen and Qi Liang taking the lead, the rest of them simply began to take the initiative.

Especially those who had already vaguely guessed the identity of the old lady in their hearts, one by one lowered their heads, like children who had done something wrong, holding a bowl of soup, squatting aside and drinking it in small sips.

Not to mention, the taste of the soup is indeed extraordinary, and after everyone drinks it, the taste is different.

"Hehe, it's a pity that the idiot of Blood Slaughter, honestly drinking a bowl of soup is not better than anything else."

"Yes, this guy is just too arrogant and deserves it!"

Everyone drank the soup in their hands, and then looked at the corpse of the blood slaughter, and suddenly they were very happy in their hearts, glad that there was this fool who helped them lie down.

It's just that after everyone drank all the soup in the bowl, they heard the old lady's faint words in their ears: "After drinking this bowl of soup, you can go on the road." ”

…………

"Brother, there are nine times out of ten that life is unsatisfactory, there are some things, why should you be so axis!"

In the abandoned land, the big smoking gun looked at Zhao Ke, who was busy, picked up the other cigarette stick in his hand, and smoked it slowly.

took two puffs, chirped, shook his head, and felt that this cigarette stick was still not good enough for the one taken away by Zhao Ke.

The little eyes that were resentful for a while stared at the white jade cigarette stick on Zhao Ke's waist.

Zhao Ke ignored the smoking gun.

Wash this iron pot, and plan to try to use the source hand to extract the spicy taste in the spicy melon that I picked back.

"Don't talk about me, when are you going to get out, look at your appearance, don't worry about the situation outside at all."

Zhao Ke looked at the big smoking gun and wanted this thing to leave as soon as possible.

They've been here for about three or four days.

The big cigarette stick simply didn't leave, and stayed here, on the one hand, to persuade Zhao Ke to leave the abandoned place with him.

On the other hand, I also want to avoid the limelight.

After all, this turmoil is so big, and the hell knows what the chaos is like outside.

Even if the turmoil is calmed.

Next, I'm afraid it will be a bloodbath.

Thinking of this, the big cigarette stick squinted his eyes, and a wisp of green smoke came out of his nasal cavity.

Said to Zhao Ke in a meaningful tone: "You think about the ghost market too simply, do you really think that those guys can make any big waves?" Hmph, being used as a gunman, they may not even know it. ”

Zhao Ke knew that the big smoking gun guy had an unusual background, and he seemed to know a lot of things.

As soon as he heard what he meant, Zhao Ke also became interested: "Then you can talk about it, there is no one here anyway." ”

"Hey, if you think about it carefully, you can understand that these pharmacists have caused a big disaster this time, and it is natural for the owner of the ghost market to kill them, but after they are killed, who will they find to take over the business that they have finally cultivated? It's better to let these guys make a fuss and make a mess. ”

So says the big smoking gun.

Zhao Ke immediately understood, in fact, the owner of the ghost market only needed to come forward to show his attitude to calm down.

All that remains is to make amends, which will not actually cause such a big upheaval.

But the owner of the ghost market let things develop, on the one hand, he was beating these drug dealers.

On the other hand, it is also for these postmen to drill a trick for themselves.

Zhao Kele was happy, "It's like fighting in reality, don't care who scolded who before, who was wrong, the two of them fought and entered the police station, they each fought eighty boards, and they had to write a letter of understanding to each other." ”

"Hmph, not only that, no one is taking care of it now, that old woman doesn't take the opportunity to pull out the tumor that she wants to slaughter a long time ago and use it as a chicken, and she can easily extort a lot of money from the pharmacist, hum, that old woman, it's very bad!"

The big smoking gun sat there, and he couldn't help but have a little bit of a taste of pointing out the country, and after smoking two puffs of cigarettes, he couldn't help but get a little carried away.

At this time, I saw Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly glare, and he threw the spicy melon in his hand on the ground, and his eyes showed joy: "She's here!" ”

“？？？ Who? ”

The big smoking gun was stunned for a moment, followed Zhao Ke's gaze and turned around, just swept his gaze, and saw the cigarette stick in the big smoking gun's hand slammed on the ground, I don't know when, a woman wearing a cheongsam, was standing not far behind her, holding an umbrella in her hand, and was walking towards this side.