Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Looking down, it really is.

? (bèng)

"Hmph, there are too many words like this, and I have four dragons, so I haven't written them yet!"

Of course, with the lesson from last time, he dared not write the words of four dragons. Last time, one dragon cut him off for three years.

But the sambar held its head up and felt good about itself.

It is the same Ma Liang pen holder, how did it get into his hands, it can be called a magical effect.

In the words of Sambar, knowledge is power.

"It's useless to talk less, quickly get rid of this thunder and lightning!"

Outside the sky thunder rolled overhead, one after another fell down, not to mention monsters like sambar, even Zhao Ke felt his scalp tingling when he looked at it.

If he was really careless and accidentally injured the old tree's body, it would be a big loss for himself. Without the old tree, how could he gnaw on the old tree?

"Isn't this waiting for you!"

Sambar handed Ma Liang's penholder to Zhao Ke, and after he called out the thunder, his vitality was emptied at once.

As for the old tree, he didn't dare to go out at all.

For the monsters who have become spirits from plants and trees, the sky thunder is no less than surviving the catastrophe of the sky. It is a fluke that the old tree can stand here now, let alone go out.

"How to do it?"

Zhao Ke took Ma Liang's pen holder and called out two paper figurines.

The water deer taught Zhao Ke to write by hand. There is a sky on the top and a bright on the bottom. Together, it is the word 奣 (wěng).

After Zhao Ke finished writing, his expression sank, and he squinted at the sambar.

Calmly, he took out a bottle of ginseng essence from the stamp album and poured it down.

Good guy, with one word, the energy in my body was emptied in an instant, and 20 postal points were deducted from myself as a price.

The paper figurine gradually melted along with the handwriting, turning into a ray of light and rushing up to the clouds.

Suddenly, the sky was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

The roar of thunder above his head gradually dissipated within a moment.

"Whoo~"

Seeing the thunder and lightning disappearing above their heads, everyone finally relaxed.

"This thing!"

Zhao Ke looked at the Ma Liang pen holder in his hand, and at first he didn't realize how powerful it was.

It's just that when this thing fell into Sambar's hands, it was as if it had been enlightened. It was so strong that Ke Zhao felt astonished, and it was afraid that ordinary silver stamps could not compare.

The only downside is that it consumes too much energy.

I just wrote the word "奣", which not only drained all my energy, but also deducted 20 postage points from myself as a price.

If it's really in battle, it's equal to making a big move at the beginning of the game. If you don't die, I will die.

Besides, I am not illiterate, but the little ink in my stomach is really not as good as Sambar, a monster born as an authentic scholar.

Professional things, or leave it to professional people to do it.

You can eat the old with peace of mind.

Return Ma Liang's penholder to Sambar.

Zhao Ke looked down.

The ground was full of scars, and not far away, most of the wooden house built by the old tree had been knocked down.

There was a strong burnt smell in the air.

"Wait, where's that idiot??"

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly felt that something was missing. Looking around, he found that the idiot Butcher's Box suddenly disappeared.

"over there!"

The old tree sensed it, and quickly found the butcher's box.

I saw this idiot, holding the fat cat's buttocks and gnawing on it, making no sound, he couldn't even gnaw off a piece of meat.

The fat cat dug a hole on the ground and buried its head in the soil.

Even if his body fell outside and was struck by lightning, of course, during the process of lightning strike, he always felt that something was gnawing at his ass.

At this time, he noticed that the thunder outside had disappeared.

Seeing that Fat Mao's head was pulled out from the soil, and when he turned his head to look at the box spirit who was still biting his own butt, Fat Mao was furious.

"Go away!"

Kicking the butcher's box open with one kick, a bronze-colored complexion appeared on the surface of the body.

It was the fat pig's unique vajra body as the bronze armored corpse among the zombies.

It's just that despite the body of King Kong and the stamp ability of Fat Pig, even if he is not afraid of thunder.

But for some reason, the lower ribs became more and more itchy, but he couldn't see what was going on.

I could only stretch out my fingers and scratch them up and down twice.

He raised his head angrily, and saw Zhao Ke and his party coming out of the cave.

"You're hiding deep enough, such a big thunder didn't kill you!" Zhao Ke said this to the fat pig beside him.

Among the hounds, Fat Pig hides the deepest, and his real strength is probably not much worse than that of the second child.

Right now, his prosthesis has inherited his vajra body.

Zhao Ke had personally experienced the strength of this guy. When he punched down, the power was fierce and domineering. The clone couldn't even defend against a punch, and his arms and chest were directly smashed by the punch.

"If you have any weaknesses, tell me quickly! First help you get rid of this prosthesis, and give you back a healthy five limbs!"

"Uh……"