"What are you doing now?"

Hearing that Zhao Ke actually wanted to do this thing at this time?

The big smoking gun on the side couldn't help complaining: "Now, this thing has become garbage that everyone shouts and beats, and you don't want it for nothing!" ”

In the past, people submitted golden medicine steamed buns, which was praised by everyone.

Some people even think that the person who created the golden medicine steamed bun is definitely a genius.

It's the first time I've heard that someone made a steamed bun from medicine.

Anything but expensive is good.

There was even a wave of wind in the ghost market, and everyone greeted each other and asked, "Did you buy it?" ”

But now, as soon as people hear the five words of golden medicine steamed buns, their faces immediately show angry and disgusted eyes.

Even at this time, if anyone dares to sell this game, they can be beaten to death on the spot.

So I really don't understand why Zhao Ke still wants to make this toy.

In this regard, Zhao Ke did not explain to the big smoking gun, and reported the required materials, and he didn't have a postal album now, so he needed a space ring.

This thing, Zhao Ke remembers seeing it in the hands of other postmen before.

I believe it should not be a difficult stamp.

"Yes!"

The cook nodded, got up from the chair, and looked at Zhao Ke with deep eyes: "However, you can still regret it in ten days, and after ten days, I will never be able to help you again." ”

The cook didn't continue to speak, the meaning was naturally clear, ten days later, Zhao Ke was going to enter the mysterious place with the rest.

In that strange and bizarre place, there was nothing the cook could do to help him anymore.

Life and death all depend on Zhao Ke himself.

"Understood!" Seeing the smile on Zhao Ke's face, the cook took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, and stepped forward to leave.

"Hey, you, that's amazing!"

The big smoker sighed, looking like a young man who kept persuading the old man, and wanted to leave behind the cook.

But it didn't take much time.

I saw the big smoking gun red and swollen half of his face, lowered his head again, and walked back.

looked at Zhao Ke with a look of disgust: "Forget it, help people to the end, send Buddha to the west, and your master will let me help you more." ”

Zhao Ke had an evil look on his face, but he still leaned over and said curiously: "That, what is the identity of my master?" It can't really be the goddaughter of the lord of the ghost city or something, right? ”

The corner of the big cigarette gun's mouth twitched, and he only felt a hot pain in his face: "Can we stop mentioning this?" ”

In the end, the big smoking gun still made up an identity casually, a ghost city special chef.

Although this title is full of the flavor of a small Chinese master, Zhao Ke did not ask any further.

With the help of a smoking gun, of course, you can leave a lot of strength for yourself.

"Buzz ......"

The next morning, Wang Mazi pushed open the door, and as soon as he came out, he couldn't help but feel refreshed, and took two puffs with his nose.

A unique sweet fragrance wafted over, faintly sweet, like a big white steamed bun, and a bit like toast.

Follow the scent and take a look.

I saw a white mist in the neighboring courtyard, and I don't know when it was rising.

The fragrance that the white mist rose and smelled was overflowing from it.

"Hey, check it out!"

Wang Mazi saw that it was Yiren's home, and couldn't help but chirp, walked out of the courtyard gate, and came to the neighboring courtyard to have a look.

I saw three large steamers, standing in the courtyard.

Zhao Ke stood in front of the steamer, his golden source hand, his left hand extracting a touch of dark green from the snake gall, and his right hand extracting a pale golden essence from some lingzhi.

"Sure enough, it's ability!"

Seeing this, Wang Mazi's eyes suddenly glowed, when the two met for the first time.

Wang Mazi felt that Zhao Ke's abilities had not all disappeared.

At this time, when he really saw Zhao Ke's source hand, he couldn't help but observe it intently.

The essence of the medicine was constantly extracted by Zhao Ke, and under the repeated purification of the source's hand, the essence of these drugs gradually began to shrink.

This situation also made Zhao Ke a little helpless.

Although the materials sent by my own teacher are not ordinary items.

For example, this snake gall is also a snake gall taken out of the body of a white snake demon in the terrifying space.

Ganoderma lucidum is even rarer.

The purple red is bright, and the reishi has a dark gold mark on it.

It is said that at that time, two postmen almost died in the trap around the lingzhi in order to find a way to take it away.

Whether it's snake gall or this reishi.

It's not the best.

It's just that in comparison, compared to Zhao Ke's habitual ginseng essence, it is still a little bit worse.

But other than that, in other aspects, Zhao Ke is still very satisfied.

My own master doesn't know what level it is in the ghost market.

Shortly after leaving yesterday, a steady stream of medicines was delivered.

It can be said that Zhao Ke has everything he wants.

Under a large number of medicines, Zhao Ke urged the source hand and began to focus on making golden medicine steamed buns.

The big smoke gun squatted aside, and he was surprised that Zhao Ke's source hand actually had such an ability to turn decay into magic.

And what is rare is that this ability was actually practiced by Zhao Ke himself.

This can't help but make the big smoking gun mentality start to come alive.

Remembering yesterday, I followed behind the red mother-in-law, and carefully came up with the idea that I could do some small things in the space ring.

If Zhao Ke encounters danger, there is also a response.

However, this opinion was rejected by the red mother-in-law.

I saw the cook's eyes looking back in the direction of Zhao Ke, and the big smoking gun could feel the struggle in Granny Hong's heart.

It's just that she is not an ordinary woman after all.

Shaking his head, he rejected his proposal.

"I'll wait for him at the edge of the Mystery, if he can make it......"

At this time, the big smoking gun made a mistake with his mouth: "What if you can't catch up?" ”

After saying this, the big smoking gun wanted to slap himself, but he saw the red mother-in-law pause, and said after a little silence: "If you can't come, then you can't come." ”

After saying this, the face of the big smoking gun suddenly felt a hot pain, and the whole person had a gold star in his eyes for a while.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had an extra roster in my hand, but at the same time, I also received a reminder from the postal book.

He has been forcibly trapped in an abandoned land.

Obviously, he knew too much, and Granny Red didn't intend to let him leave the Forsaken Land easily.

If Zhao Ke really can't come back, I'm afraid he will be trapped here for the rest of his life.

That is, from this day on, the big smoking gun can be regarded as clear.

Zhao Ke's life is his own life, if this goods can't come back, he will have to bury him.

Whoever you recruit and provoke whom.

Although the big smoke gun was unhappy and aggrieved, his eyes were staring at Zhao Ke's source hand at this time.

The more I looked at it, the more surprised I became.

The potential of this ability seems to be even greater than they expected.

It's just a pity that Zhao Ke used it to make golden medicine steamed buns, the ghost knows what this guy thinks in his head.

In front of him, Zhao Ke mixed the essence of the medicine and injected it into the steamed buns that were about to be baked.

I can't help but look forward to it.

That's right, this thing, in the eyes of others, has been reduced to dross.

To put it bluntly, TM is poison.

Litter!

But for Zhao Ke, it's completely different.

Recall that when the second and seventh members of the Hound Dog Group ate the golden medicine steamed buns in front of them.

I look at them as if I were looking at an SB.

I wish they had eaten more.

Enjoy your meal.

I still have water here, and if you still have it, you might as well eat another one.

So...... At this moment, the situation is reversed.

If you take out the golden medicine steamed bun and put it in your mouth and eat it, the rest of the people's expressions are afraid that the same.

When the time comes, I'm afraid they can't wait for themselves to eat slowly, eat clean, and eat a few more.

Such a good treatment, how could Zhao Ke miss it.

Moreover, there is no capacity for stamps.

The source hand, the unphased sword scripture, the idea of the white bone view, and the eight-character mantra.

These are all abilities that I have learned by myself, although the power is a little worse, it does not mean that I have no power to fight back.

In general, they are not without opportunities.

I don't have the task on my body.

In Zhao Ke's eyes, he has a higher chance of surviving than others.

"Nourishing ......"

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhao Ke opened the steamer, and suddenly the golden steamed buns were displayed in front of everyone.

Zhao Kexin picked one up and threw it to the Yiren behind him.

and gave a big smoking gun and Wang Mazi to each person.

"How about a taste!"

Zhao Ke picked one up and put it in his hand, learning the lesson of the last golden medicine steamed bun.

Zhao Ke made the golden medicine steamed bun this time, which was more exquisite, and the dough was more empty, so as to strengthen the taste.

After all, Zhao Ke didn't want to, like the old man of the hound group.

I stuffed half of it in one bite and almost choked myself to death.

Steamed buns less than the size of a palm, shining gold,

It was plated with a layer of gold dust, which was real gold.

The golden light is shining, and in the dim light of the abandoned land, it is still like a work of art, eye-catching.

"Just this thing, turning the outside upside down??"

Wang Mazi's eyes stared at the golden medicine steamed bun in his hand, a little incredulous.

As the big smoking gun said, just because of this thing that is not the size of a palm, it actually caused so many postmen to riot.

Even if the situation of the big smoker and others that day was very miserable.

But at this time, seeing the gold in his hand to make steamed buns, Wang Mazi still didn't believe it.

The big smoking gun snorted coldly, with a look of contempt, feeling that Wang Mazi was a hillbilly and had never seen the world.

"Humph! You'll talk about it after reading the notes. ”

After the big smoking gun finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Wang Mazi and the others were all residents of the abandoned land, and there was no postal album at all, so naturally they couldn't see the remarks of the golden medicine steamed buns.

The big smoking gun simply threw the medicinal steamed bun in his hand into his own mail book, set the external display state, and displayed the remarks of the golden medicinal steamed bun.

Lines of remarks clearly appeared in front of Wang Mazi and Yiren.

None of them were fools, and when they saw the effect of the golden medicine steamed buns, they were able to recover the lost energy, and they couldn't help but become short of breath.

Especially Wang Mazi, as a melee master, he knows it very well.

The more top masters are, they must be careful in the use of their own energy.

You may say that the energy consumption is empty, and it is good to use postage points instead.

This is undoubtedly the stupidest party to be.

Postage points are also very important for intermediate postmen.

Even more important than in the old days when the postman was a low-ranking postman.

If you want to become a top player, you can only make the most of your limited resources.

However, Zhao Ke's golden medicine steamed bun has changed this rule.

It's amazing.

"Hey, it doesn't seem to be as strong as the version of the ghost city?" The big smoking gun himself paid attention to the notes on it, but became confused.

I remember that the golden medicine steamed buns sold in the ghost market have reached 75% of the energy lost in recovery.

How is this only 40%??

For this doubt, Zhao Ke was also very helpless.

First of all, it is not made by the same batch of drugs, and the efficacy of the drug is naturally high and low.

What's more, the last batch of golden medicine steamed buns.

It is a fine product that has been reprocessed by a black factory.

After his own small supplement and great tonic angelica, double blessing.

The effect is naturally against the sky.

No, whoever eats dies, and there are very few who survive by luck.

I don't have stamps now, so I naturally can't bless it, make up for it, and I can't throw it into the black factory for processing.

But even so, the effect is enough for Zhao Ke.

"It's a pity...... With such a good ability, you actually used it to make steamed buns...... Hum! On the side, Wang Mazi was surprised by the effect of the golden medicine steamed bun.

But as a warrior, or even a former top melee master, Wang Mazi can naturally tell that Zhao Ke also has amazing potential.

It's a pity that such a miracle skill is actually used to make steamed buns.

As he spoke, Wang Mazi had a sour expression on his face, and stuffed the steamed buns in his hand into his mouth.

At the entrance of the steamed bun, I immediately saw Wang Mazi's eyes suddenly light up, and he wiped his mouth with his hand: "It's so fragrant, let's have another one!" ”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the steamed buns in the steamer.

It's just that when his hand was stretched out halfway, Wang Mazi's face suddenly changed, and he grabbed the palm of his hand with the opposite side up.

I saw a cigarette stick falling on the palm of Wang Mazi's hand.

Before Wang Mazi came back to his senses, he saw the big smoking gun shake the cigarette stick in his hand, and a ball of sparks exploded out of the smoke pot and pounced on Wang Mazi.

"Holy!"

The sudden change caught Wang Mazi off guard, but at this time, he saw Wang Mazi with his hands in front of his face, and his palms quickly shifted shape.

actually grasped the dense sparks in front of him in a short moment, completely in the palm of his hand.

With a pinch of his fingers, he pinched the coals in his hand into flying ashes, and squinted his eyes coldly at the big smoking gun on the side.

But seeing that the big smoking gun was squinting at him, he smiled and said, "Hehe, such a good thing, you can't eat it for nothing, are you right, Wu Jiu!" ”

When Wang Mazi heard Wu Jiu's words, he couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at the big smoking gun again from top to bottom.

I didn't expect the other party to call his name.

Although it's not his real name, it's the name he gave when he was a postman.

After so long, there are still people who remember and recognize themselves, which really surprised Wang Mazi.

"Humph! Sure enough, it's you. ”

I saw the big smoking gun with an unfathomable face from the mail book, and took out the roster given to him by the red mother-in-law last night.

After opening the roster, the smoking gun was dipped in spit, and he rummaged through a few pages, and then pointed to one of them.

I saw that on the roster, it was Wu Jiu's name and appearance.

grinned: "The big boss said, it's time for you to return the favor." ”