Just when Lu Xiao and his friends were eating the fourth dish.

A figure in a green uniform suddenly appeared beside them.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the postman.

His appearance startled Lu Xiao and his friends.

The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

"We are eating here, so this shouldn't be considered a fight, right?" Lu Xiao's tone was full of uncertainty.

The sudden appearance of the postman made everyone present alert.

The postman did not answer Lu Xiao's words, but sat next to him.

A moment later, his voice rang out in the room: "Are you eating that god?"

As he said this, he raised his hand and pointed to the goblin god who had collapsed in despair and was abandoned to the side.

Lu Xiao nodded subconsciously.

The postman said again: "You don't mind having me as a guest, right?"

Lu Xiao shook his head subconsciously again.

Who dares to refuse this?

After all, there are more than 100,000 mummies hanging above their heads.

If this makes the boss unhappy, he might be hung up and become a piece of dried bacon.

After saying that, the postman stopped talking.

A moment later, another dish was served to the table by the chef.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the postman.

If he didn't move his chopsticks, how could others dare to touch it.

The postman sniffed, then looked at the chef and said, "Are you a fallen angel?"

Hearing this, the chef shook his head and said, "I'm a chef."

The postman shook his head and stopped talking.

This dish is the braised elbow made by the chef.

Of course, this is not a real elbow, but it looks very similar to an elbow.

The postman was not polite at all.

He picked up the elbow that was half the size of a person with one hand, and then raised his head.

Then, his mouth opened to a terrifying degree, just like a great white shark with its mouth open.

That big piece of meat went into his mouth.

Then, he seemed to be tasting the flavor.

Because he was surrounded by chaos, his expression could not be seen clearly.

Lu Xiao could not judge any information from the postman's expression.

At this moment, the others held their breath.

They could fool Damon, but they could not fool the postman.

The most nervous one was the chef.

At this moment, he was like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to announce the test results.

After a while, the postman's voice sounded again: "It's a pity, you are obviously a fallen angel, why do you suppress yourself?"

There was a little disappointment in his tone.

Originally, the chef wanted to explain that he was not a fallen angel.

But before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Lu Xiao.

Lu Xiao smiled and took out a pack of freshly opened cigarettes from his pocket and put it in front of the postman.

Then he looked at the postman and said with a smile: "Mr. Postman, can you tell me in detail what angels and fallen angels are?"

At this moment, the postman was silent, as if he was hesitating.

After a while, the postman's ethereal voice sounded: "The life of the angel family is born with the power of 'purity', and they can purify all pollution.

Relying on the power of this power, the life of the angel family can rely on devouring the flesh and blood of other high-level lives to quickly advance.

After all, they can eliminate all pollution and curses, and most importantly, they can annihilate the parasitic will in the flesh and blood.

This is the talent of their race and the foundation of their strength.

As for the fallen angels, they are angels who have fallen by themselves.

They also mastered 'purity', but the direction of development is different from that of normal angels.

They prefer to make high-level flesh and blood look disgusting."

Hearing this, Lu Xiao was 100% sure.

The chef, this guy, is a fallen angel.

Unexpectedly, the postman said: "But the things made by the hands of fallen angels are much better than those made by normal angels.

That is to say, the things that look disgusting have the best effect after consumption..."

Before the postman finished speaking, the chef interrupted with excitement: "Yes! I am a fallen angel!"

At this moment, he actually admitted it directly.

Lu Xiao was a little dumbfounded.

He was very sure that the chef didn't know what a fallen angel was.

The reason why the chef dared to admit it at this time was entirely because the postman said that the things that look disgusting have better effects.

In other words, this guy still has evil intentions about dark cuisine.

But the postman naturally has no need to lie for the chef.

To say that the postman would lie to himself with the chef, Lu Xiao felt that it was more real if "Night" was really his follower.

"Why is the food made by the fallen angel so delicious?""If you eat something, will the effect be better?" Lu Xiao asked in confusion.

That thing, even he felt disgusted when he saw it.

Who would eat that kind of thing for no reason.

The postman's voice was still so ethereal: "I don't know about this, it's his own secret."

After saying this, he paused for two seconds, and then continued: "I have answered your question for you."

As he said this, he raised his hand to pick up the pack of cigarettes that had just been opened, and then threw it directly into his mouth.

Although this scene was not the first time he had seen it.

But Dante still felt a sense of weirdness.

He couldn't understand the postman's "eating cigarettes".

After eating the pack of cigarettes, the postman stood up and prepared to leave.

At this moment, two people in the field suddenly became anxious.

One was Lu Xiao, and the other was the chef.

Before the chef spoke, Lu Xiao said first: "Mr. Postman, don't be in a hurry to leave.

Let this chef, oh no, the fallen angel, make a dish for you to try. "

Hearing this, the postman turned around and looked at the chef.

Seeing the chef nod.

He sat back again.

But after he sat down, he stopped talking.

At this moment, Lu Xiao's brain was already working rapidly.

Just now, he had successfully bribed the postman.

Next, he should complete some kind of "instigation".

While Lu Xiao was thinking quickly, the gambler rubbed his knuckles.

After a while, he looked at the postman with a smile and said: "Mr. Postman, I also want to be a postman, can you give me a chance?"

Hearing this, the postman turned his head to face the gambler.

He seemed to be watching, and seemed to be thinking.

After about two minutes, the postman's voice sounded.

"You are the one favored by "fate", do you want to betray "fate"? "

He said this with a slightly teasing tone.

The gambler glanced at Lu Xiao, then touched his nose awkwardly.

The postman's words reflected from the side that he had a lot of information.

Thinking carefully, it is normal for the other party to know more given his former status.

At this moment, Lu Xiao looked at the postman as if he was looking at a treasure.