Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Good thing, a special potion that can enhance your strength."

Zhao Ke took this super potion back and added a little tonic to enhance the effect of the medicine.

The effect of this potion has little effect on postmen like Zhao Ke, at most it can suppress the S virus.

But for ordinary people, the increase is amazing.

The old man who developed this drug was already very old, but after injecting this drug, his physical fitness was obviously close to that of a young man in his 20s.

It's just that at that time, I didn't know what the effect of the potion was, so I didn't dare to bless myself, just to make me happy.

With such a good thing now, it is natural to give the sambar an injection.

After all, I am a person who is willing to share.

"Gudong!"

Zhao Ke couldn't help swallowing, and passed the super potion in his hand to Sambar.

"Really?"

Sambar was suspicious for a moment, looking at the medicine in his hand, he always felt a little unreliable, after all, it didn't have any spiritual energy, and it looked more like western medicine.

But looking at Zhao Ke's sincere eyes, although Sambar was suspicious, he still injected himself.

I don't know if it is because of Xiaobu Yiqing's blessing, the efficacy of the medicine has been increased.

Soon the sambar reacted.

Hot, unspeakably hot all over the body, making the whole body of the sambar like a sauna, with a thick white mist coming out.

"Scary! The movement is so loud? There will be no problem, right?"

Zhao Ke didn't know what to do with such a big movement.

The sambar looked very painful at first, but soon he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and meditating.

However, wisps of white mist rose above the head, not only did not weaken, but it was a little more serious than before.

In the air, a very special smell of mutton overflowed from the sambar.

Indistinctly, the body of the sambar gradually changed back to its original shape.

With short horns on its head and long gray hair, it sits cross-legged on the ground like a human, with legs bent and hooves hugging round.

It looks kind of funny.

But after careful observation, it was found that the hair on the sambar body began to fall off, and new hair gradually grew.

Different from the long gray hair before, this time the hair has a shiny light brown color instead.

Not only that, but even the antlers seem to have grown again, Zhao Ke checked it in his mind, and it was about the distance of three fingers.

The color difference between the new corner and the old corner is very obvious.

With the naked eye, it is not difficult to find the difference.

"Oh, this old guy is so lucky!"

At this time, the old tree appeared behind Zhao Ke, looking at the old deer with strong envy.

Although the sambar is a forest deer, it is blessed with a ray of spirituality.

He also happened to meet a real person from the Dragon and Tiger sect of the Quanzhen Sect.

Get this advice, practice the magic method of authentic Taoism.

This opportunity already made Lao Shu, who was also a monster, envious.

However, this time, Sambar had already been ruined after three years of hard work, so he had to take a breather for a year or so.

As a result, this guy was really lucky. Zhao Ke's potion just took advantage of his blood loss and gave him a big tonic.

Although it is said that the lost Taoism has not been made up.

But it was also to wash his hair and cut his marrow, to reshape his flesh and blood.

It's like extending the old guy's life by a lot of years. It is estimated that when he wakes up, the guy's mouth will be happy to the back of his head.

"Why, I still have one, how about you get some?"

Zhao Ke took out another potion and handed it to the old tree.

However, the old tree didn't pick it up, and shook his head: "It's useless, I have become a spirit, I don't have flesh and blood, medicine stones are useless to me, and I don't need them."

Although the old tree's tone was flat, Zhao Ke could still hear that there was a sour taste in his heart that couldn't come out from his hometown.

As the saying goes, success is also a tree, and failure is also a tree.

Even if the old tree lived longer than Nanshan, it was still not as comfortable as a flesh and blood body.

"Ok!"

At this time, the old tree's expression changed, and suddenly he thought of something, his eyes narrowed into a straight line, and he smiled close to Zhao Ke's ear.

"He has been rebuilt with flesh and blood, young master, you should take this opportunity to cut off his long-term horns and let him grow new horns. In the coming year, he will be a pair of top-quality antlers. In addition, he is a mountain deer. The stag's belly produces musk. I am afraid that his belly will smell musk. It has been more than a hundred years, and it is an old medicine."

"Musk!"

Antler Zhao Ke had already thought of it, but Musk Zhao Ke really didn't think of it, after all, he didn't know what kind of deer the sambar was based on.

Not all deer produce musk.

Being mentioned by the old tree, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up.

Looking at the sambar's belly, while the sambar was still breaking through, Zhao Ke stretched out his hand and groped under the sambar's belly button.

Sure enough, I found a sachet producing musk.

Sheyuan twitched his hand lightly, and saw a ball of black mud in the sachet, which was taken into Zhao Ke's hand. It was the musk accumulated by sambar for a hundred years.

Zhao Ke held his breath and weighed it, at least a catty.

Suddenly Le's face is about to bloom, this is a great tonic.

It just happened that 'Swallow' devoured the envoy of the Hunting Postal Album, and spit out a raw bone ink stone for himself.

These are all done, I have the medicine guide for the next medicine refining, and I will cook the medicine after I go back.