Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

He untied the wine gourd around his waist, drank a sip of spirits, walked out of the cave and sat on the edge of the cliff.

The thin body can't hide the heroic heart of the old man: "Come on, this is also comfortable, save the time to pull it back and be burned to ashes by fire, maybe in the future when technology develops, I can still be a tourist attraction."

"Master..."

Luo Qing ran out of the cave, but was grabbed firmly by Song Heng.

"Don't act like a little bitch, I have confiscated female apprentices, the water will be cold later, you two are unfilial, you want to freeze me to death!"

The old man yelled sharply, as if he had returned to the time when he reprimanded the three brothers.

Song Heng pulled Luo Qing to kneel on the ground, and after knocking on the head three times heavily, the two of them endured tears and walked into the cave, taking out the heated snow water, together with the iron pot.

Luo Qing closed his eyes, unable to bear to look.

Song Heng's heart felt even more uncomfortable like a knife stabbing him.

When the old man came up with this bad idea, he almost jumped up to argue with the old man, but was kicked to the ground by the old man instead.

At this moment, looking at the old man's back, he was sitting alone on the edge of the cliff.

Looking at the empty snow scene in front of him, Song Heng's breathing became difficult.

Gritting his teeth, he took out the water ladle, ready to pour water on the old man.

"splash!"

With a splash, Song Heng swung the water out of the ladle with one hand.

The steaming water splash was covered with a thin layer of crispy frost when it was in mid-air.

The old man drank a big gulp of strong wine again, and his whole body felt hot, as if the pores all over his body were open.

I just waited for a long time, but there was no movement.

Can't help shouting angrily: "Are you two big girls, why are you... what...!"

After saying this, the old man turned his head to look at Song Heng and the two, but after turning his head, he was shocked by the scene in front of him for a moment.

Even what he said in his mouth, the old man himself didn't know.

Ice and snow all over the sky, water droplets in mid-air.

Including the grief-stricken senior brother, they were completely frozen in such a moment.

"What's going on? Am I dead?" The old man couldn't help but shook his head, thinking something was wrong.

The already aged body jumped up from the ground with a whoosh.

Staring around vigilantly with his eyes, he put his hand on the dagger on his back waist at the same time.

Like an old but cunning wild wolf, even though his life has come to an end, he never forgets his true nature.

It was only when a pair of hands gently covered his eyes from behind.

"Boom!" The dagger gleaming with cold light fell from the palm of his hand and hit the hard and cold ice.

"Guess who I am."

The voice next to my ear was no longer as clear as I remembered, it seemed to be as crisp as a cuckoo.

But the familiar voice has never changed.

It's just that the old man's body was stiff there, and he didn't dare to move. He was afraid that this was a dream.

If this is a dream, it is best to stop at this moment forever.

Never let him wake up until he dies.

"Turn me around!"

Seeing that the old man neither moved nor spoke, the voice behind him suddenly became angry, and his fingers pinched the old man's buttocks fiercely.

"what!"

The hot stabbing pain on his butt made the old man finally jump up, but the ecstasy that couldn't be concealed on his face suddenly turned around.

The moment the old man turned around.

The years seemed to be going against the flow, and the pale hair turned into short, lean hair in an instant.

Thin cheeks become plump and masculine.

Thick and big eyebrows, a pair of handsome eyes with clear white and white, very energetic.

He fixed his eyes tightly on the girl who was ten years younger than him in front of him.

With red eyes, he rushed forward and hugged the girl tightly in his arms.

"How long can it last!"

On the top of the mountain, Zhao Ke held Ji Wusui by the palm of his hand, watched silently as the old man led Granny Hong and they walked into the cave.

They didn't bother the two of them. One of them pursued for a lifetime, and the other persisted for a lifetime. This time is their last time.

Although Zhao Ke really wanted to jump up and get into the old man's arms.

Just like Luo Qing, she was crying like a child in the old man's arms, then hugged him tightly, never letting go.

But rationally suppressed Zhao Ke's last emotion.

He didn't want to be so selfish and take the old man's last time away.

Seemingly feeling Zhao Ke's complicated emotions, Ji Wusui gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhao Ke's eyes, and said helplessly, "There is one minute left, and he has reached the limit, whether it is soul or body!"

"1 minutes!"

Zhao Ke looked miserable, and he worked so hard, even throwing his life away, but only got 1 minute in exchange.

But he is already content, at least this minute will be the happiest minute of the old man's life, and also the most precious minute...

Chapter 1005 Parting Suffering (End of Part One)

Floating snow floating in the nine heavens.

As time stood still, the world in front of me truly turned into a picturesque fairyland.

In the cave, two people who should never meet again, cuddled side by side.