Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But only this time, the pair of leather boots standing in front of him never moved.

Numbly, he smelled a special fragrance.

That's the smell of beef.

But I have forgotten when was the last time I ate beef.

It seemed to be the smell of meat that made him lift his head.

But he never forgot the scene of that moment.

"Want to eat meat? Then be my apprentice, and you will have meat every day!"

The sunlight blurred the edges and corners of that face, but he remembered that the smile on that face was flamboyant, confident, and even an irresistible force.

The February sun shone on his body, but it didn't bring him any warmth, but a smile shone into his heart.

"Master!"

Step by step, every step is difficult.

Although I had expected it in my heart, I never thought it would be such a sudden day.

Suddenly he was unprepared.

Catch him off guard.

When he saw the frozen cheeks under the thick snow, a piercing pain made Luo Qing's chest gasp, and he wanted to call his name, but found that he had lost his voice.

"boom!"

Kneeling heavily in the snow, Luo Qing felt his breathing becoming more and more short of breath in excruciating pain.

At this moment, Luo Qing's eyes suddenly focused, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the old man's chest.

There was a bloody picture on the chest, and the ribs were exposed in the wind and snow, covered with a thick layer of frost.

Even the internal organs were exposed.

"hiss!!"

There was a rumbling sound in Luo Qing's mind, and he couldn't help but think of that pot of hot rotten meat in his mind.

A chill came over him, and the muscles all over his body trembled uncontrollably.

At this time, Luo Qing suddenly felt his shoulders sink, but saw that the old man opened his eyes at some point, staring at himself, and gradually a smile appeared on his frozen cheeks: "Is my meat delicious? "

"what!!!"

"Luo Qing!"

Seeing Luo Qing who woke up in shock, Song Heng hurriedly hugged Luo Qing's waving arms with both hands.

"Luo Qing! Luo Qing!"

Song Heng's roar made Luo Qing's consciousness gradually clear a lot, and he opened his eyes reluctantly, and saw two familiar faces looking at him anxiously.

"Xiao Luo."

The old man grasped his thick and powerful palm on his palm with a fiery temperature, and said in relief: "It's all right! It's all right."

The residual warmth of the palm made Luo Qing's tensed heartstrings gradually relax, but a sense of powerlessness made him close his eyes again and fell asleep.

"Master!" Seeing this, Song Heng became nervous again.

But the old man just let go of his hand slowly, and covered Luo Qing with the animal skin again.

The vicissitudes of the cheeks are no longer as full as before, but thinner a lot.

But the furrowed brows gradually relaxed: "The pulse is very stable, and the dangerous period has passed."

"Master, that medicine..." Song Heng said with concern.

In this kind of place, there is no specific medicine, and a high fever is equal to death.

It was the old man who took out a blue ceramic bottle, poured out two pills from it, melted them with snow water, and gave Luo Qing to drink them, which made Luo Qing recover.

Song Heng's impression of this medicine is very vague. He only remembers that one year, the old man gave it to him by a Taoist priest in the Jianfu Palace in Mount Qingcheng, Sichuan.

But Song Heng didn't know the specific effect of the medicine, but he hadn't seen the medicine before, and thought he was thrown away by the old man, but he didn't expect to be hidden by the old man all the time.

There is no doubt that the old man's ability to return to his former self and suddenly return to normal must have something to do with this.

But what is this medicine?How many more, Song Heng has no idea.

"medicine!"

The old man wiped the stubble around his mouth, took out the celadon bottle from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I still have quite a few here. Luo Qing just escaped from danger and couldn't stand the cold. Take care of him and peel off the skin of the snow leopard outside." Already, cover Luo Qing!"

When the old man said this, he walked out without waiting for Song Heng to open his mouth.

Once out of the cave, the wind and snow seemed to be falling on his cheeks, and the old man's expression gradually became serious, he took out the celadon bottle and uncorked it.

After shaking it, only one black pill landed in the old man's palm.

Looking at the black pill in his palm, the old man stared at the mountains in front of him, "One pill lasts for ten days, little guest, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it any longer!"

Chapter 923 Take it out, bigger than me!

In Fuyun City.

Compared with the mountain ruins on the floating island, this place is much more prosperous.

In other words, most of the residents here live in Fuyun City.

A giant island was transformed into a mountain city.

An iron lock as thick as an adult's waist connects the six surrounding floating islands together.

formed a huge town.

But the buildings inside are a mixture of Chinese and Western styles, with buildings of various styles.

Next to a low wooden building, you can often see a building with a typical western architectural style.

The criss-crossing is probably due to the time. At first glance, it looks distorted, but after a long time, it feels very harmonious.

It's just that Fuyun City has not been peaceful recently.