Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It is difficult for his rhizome to expand around.

Because it was in the city before.

Today, dig here, where to dig tomorrow, finally calm down, and repair the subway again.

So the roots are coiled by old trees.

When I came here, I finally stretched out.

Now it's all right, a thunder burned most of the children to death.

This thing can only grow slowly, and within 50 years, it will not grow back.

But even if the loss is heavy.

The old tree's self-cultivation is still very stable, his face does not change, but he is very magnanimous. From this point of view, the crying of the sambar is really a bit ugly.

"Get out! You are old, is 50 years long to you?"

As soon as he was comforted by the old tree, the sambar almost jumped up and scolded the street.

50 years, to Laoshu, a tree-turned-spirited guy, is nothing.

Compared with his long lifespan, these 50 years are about the same as a few months for normal people.

It's just a failure to cut hair, flatten it and grow it again.

But Sambar, I can't guarantee that I still have 50 years left.

He is indeed old.

From the Qing Dynasty to the present, even if it is a goblin.

Few lived longer than him.

In Sambar's words, he still has a few 50 years left, and he himself can't guarantee it.

The reason why he followed Zhao Ke steadily.

Not just trying to boil him to death.

For him, following Zhao Ke to see all kinds of strange things is also a kind of opportunity.

"Okay, okay, when I have a chance, I'll find you something good to make up for you!"

Zhao Ke opened his mouth to comfort Sambar.

Make up, still need to make up.

Zhao Ke wondered if there was a chance, whether he should try alchemy or something.

There are treasures in the horror space.

If you rely on your own source of energy to refine some awesome things, you can give Sambar a big boost and let him recover sooner.

Do you still worry about not having deer blood to drink in the future?

Hmm... venison seems to be quite filling too.

I don't know what kind of deer this old thing is, whether it produces musk or not.

Zhao Ke thought in his heart, when he had the opportunity, he would give the sambar a full-body checkup, and see if any parts were still alive, he might as well cut them off and mend them for himself.

Hey... an old man in a family is like a treasure.

Sambar also calmed down his mood and didn't notice that Zhao Ke was sizing him up from behind.

He looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

"What about this dragon?"

In the sea of ​​clouds right now, dragon shadows appeared from time to time, but they didn't have any intention of dissipating.

It is not a good thing to leave such a dragon in the Great Xia Ding.

When I took the thunder and lightning just now, the inside of the trembling Daxia cauldron shook.

If it came a few more times, Zhao Ke estimated that he would also be backlashed by Da Xia Ding.

As for moving out.

Basically, there is no need to think about it, such a big guy, with his current ability to control Da Xia Ding.

Also please don't move it at all.

Regardless of whether it resists or not, even if it stays there obediently and does not move, let Zhao Ke send it out with the Great Xia Ding.

The same cannot be delivered.

After all, the level difference is too big.

It is easy to invite God, but it is difficult to send God off.

"Leave it alone, wait for too long to see if it will dissipate, if not, keep it for now, when the time comes, I will make a set, and I can trap one by one!"

Zhao Ke still remembered Ao Li, the leader of the Hounds, in his heart.

I don't know what happened to this guy now.

After recovering for a while, Zhao Ke didn't intend to stay here any longer, since the Great Xia Ding had returned to his hands.

Next, I should also go to another prosthesis, Kerry Russ, to have a good and in-depth chat about life.

Chapter 740 The Abandoned Land

"Crack clap clap..."

There was a brisk and powerful sound of chopping vegetables, and a faint fragrance of milk filled the air.

Sniff carefully.

There is also a sweet aroma of corn.

"It smells so good!"

Smelling the scent, Fat Pig couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit.

It's just that when the saliva was swallowed down his throat, he had a lock on his neck, which made it a little difficult for him to breathe.