Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

He didn't want the old man to have such a big regret before he died.

At this time, Sambar was eating Zhengxiang, and looked up at Zhao Ke.

But I saw Zhao Ke sitting on a branch of a tree, holding a cigarette stick in his hand.

It seems that from the time he came in until now, Zhao Ke has maintained a posture and never moved.

Looking down, you can see that Zhao Ke's crotch is still stained with blood. If you look closely, it's not difficult to find that there are beads of sweat oozing from Zhao Ke's forehead from time to time.

Looks like it's not badly hurt.

"Master, are you injured?"

Sambar was taken aback, he didn't expect Zhao Ke to be injured, with Zhao Ke's strength, it might not be so easy to injure him.

The corner of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, and on his pale face, he smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's just a matter of an egg, it doesn't matter, you eat it quickly, I'll let the blood out after eating."

Immediately, Sambar's face froze!

After three seconds of silence...

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┴─┴: "This is a fart!"

Chapter 668 Don't worry, I'm safe!

In the end, no matter whether the sambar was eaten or not, the vines controlled by Zhao Ke were tied up and sent to Zhao Ke.

That's why Zhao Ke wanted to grab the old tree to come in.

The surrounding dense forests provide a lot of convenience for Zhao Ke.

If there had been an old tree when Wang Wei came in last time, then he would not be so passive.

What?Wasn’t there a jasmine tree at that time?

There are, but the problem is, just a tree is worth nothing.

"Master, I'm afraid of pain."

"Don't worry, I'm stable!"

The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

"Sorry, my hands are shaking a little, I cut the wrong place, try again."

The red knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

"Errer...I said to do it again, you will surely forgive me."

The red knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

"puff!"

Because of shaking hands, Zhao Ke stabbed three times in a row before the blood was released. The sambar didn't even have the strength to curse at the street. After the blood was drained, Zhao Ke poured down a bottle of ginseng essence for He put it aside to rest.

A bowl of steaming deer blood was mixed with ginseng essence by Zhao Ke to bless Xiaobu's mood, and he drank it in one gulp.

With his gluttonous personality and super resilience, Zhao Ke stayed in the Great Xia Cauldron for a while, and the pain like a crushed fracture in his abdomen gradually eased away.

This time, the injury was serious, the ball on the left was almost crushed and exploded.

It can also be regarded as a lesson of self-death.

"call!"

Breathing out a foul breath, Zhao Ke felt as if he had been reborn. Of course, he still had to thank the sambar, after all, the effect of deer blood on the lower body is absolutely awesome!

Zhao Ke only felt that his whole body was light. Although he couldn't get hard now, at least he didn't get in the way of peeing.

He took out a few stamps from the stamp album, which were drawn from the last horror space.

But for me, it is neither very useful nor suitable for me to devour, so I simply turned all these stamps into the fuel of the Great Xia Ding, adding some spiritual energy to the Ding.

"Master!"

The shadow of the tree swayed, and I saw the old tree stepping out of the bushes, squinting at the sambar on the ground, feeling happy in my heart.

However, after seeing Zhao Ke's brutality, Old Shu was inevitably a little nervous.

After all, he was also on a thief ship.

"I will expand the space a little bit, open up a medicine field over there, and plant all the herbs for me, and you can help me plant more trees. It would be best if there are herbs."

Zhao Ke is very short of money now, and urgently needs a lot of postage points to support himself devouring stamps.

Among other things, Overlord Huben, this stamp must be devoured by Zhao Ke.

In my natural system, if there is no Overlord Tiger Ben, it means that the tiger has no teeth, and the source hand and the Wuxiang sword scripture alone are not enough.

But "Overlord Tiger" is not an ordinary stamp.

With only two hundred postal points left, Zhao Ke is really not confident that he can swallow the Overlord Tiger Ben.

If the engulfment fails, Zhao Ke cannot afford such a loss.

It's just that now, apart from those ginseng essences, I really don't have anything that can make money.

So this matter can only be pushed back, first let the old tree build up the medicine field for himself.

Zhao Ke always had a hunch in his heart that the golden medicine steamed bun (poisonous steamed bun) he sold last time always seemed to have planted a thunderbolt.

And when this thunder explodes, its power will definitely not be small.

Now that I am engaged in some medicine fields, maybe after the thunder explodes, I can take the opportunity to do some small business and earn some extra money.

It's no wonder Zhao Ke thinks so. After all, compared to postmen, the bosses in those ghost markets have the ability to earn postage points, which really makes Zhao Ke jealous.

"Okay, what else can the young master order?" Old Shu took a pen and wrote down Zhao Ke's request.

"By the way, build me a house. In addition, make me a gazebo here, oh, make me a hanging chair above, and look at the exercise platform over there, and expand it for me."

Zhao Ke said a lot in one breath, and the corner of Lao Shu's mouth twitched instantly. He really didn't regard himself as an outsider.

Even including the toilet, Zhao Ke wrote two full pages in one breath, and it was not a small project to do it in one breath.

"Ahem, master, that... I don't know how to build a house?"

Looking at the huge amount of work on the paper, Lao Shu could only express his protest tactfully.