Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

He rode up to meet Zhao Ke.

In Daxia Ding, the four seasons are like spring.

Ever since jasmine became a spirit, the air has always carried that faint fragrance of jasmine.

Sambar has opened up two medicine fields next to the tree house.

Seeing the chubby ginseng essences getting fatter and fatter, Sambar showed a bright smile on his face.

The thermos cup in his hand exudes wisps of water mist.

Inside are two ginseng slices, two or three goji berries and a big red date.

The figure of the old tree appeared quietly, not far behind the sambar.

Looking at the sambar like a monk, the old monk's appearance in samadhi, he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh.

After walking two or three steps forward, he could see from a distance that Jiayu was riding on Jasmine's shoulders, picking a small yellow flower from a tree and sticking it in Jasmine's hair.

Jasmine could only lower her head obediently, acquiescing to Jiayu's careful grooming of her.

This made the old tree look even more disappointed.

Looking up, I saw the bright red coffin not far away, shaking violently from side to side, as if it was about to turn over at any moment.

The smell of spring is in the air.

It's just that he was extremely lost in the eyes of the old tree.

The fight in the coffin became more and more intense. Unfortunately, the sound insulation of the coffin was very good, so people couldn't hear who had the upper hand.

Pig makes a bet with Camille.

Fat Pig bet that Zhao Ke can win, the reason is that Zhao Ke can be with Ji Wusui, it must be a good job.

Soft reptiles under the bed, Zhao Zilong on the bed.

Camille squinted at the fat pig, and said with contempt: "You should be single!"

"Uh……"

"You shouldn't have a wife!"

"Eh..."

"That's why you don't know that there is a kind of reward called another try!" Camille showed a mysterious smile on his face, which made Fat Pig look at the red coffin in a daze.

As the violent shaking of the coffin gradually subsided.

Zhao Ke was lying on the bed, his chest was heaving rapidly, it was not the first time for Zhao Ke to have happened in Wushan.

But he had never been so maddened by it.

Zhao Ke was sure that when his palm touched Ji Wusui's body, Zhao Ke would get lost in her body and drive him into madness...

Happiness that has never been seen before, as if there are only two people in the chaos.

When Ji Wusui let out a quiet scream.

The two fell on the big bed, hugging each other.

The whole person becomes empty.

"It's my teacher's wife who did it."

After a while, Zhao Ke asked.

Ji Wusui will not suddenly say for no reason that she wants to go back and prepare to preach.

There must be some reasons I don't know.

But Ji Wusui has always been with him, if there is any change, he should not be unaware.

Zhao Ke thought about it, and the only thing he could think of was the stele that Ji Wusui saw in the Red Mist Hall.

It was a stone tablet that he could not understand.

But Ji Wusui stood in front of the stele and looked at it for a long time.

The thing that could make her stop and watch for so long and be so serious, Zhao Ke thought about it, maybe it was only about the question of enlightenment in her mouth.

Ji Wusui didn't answer Zhao Ke, but leaned on Zhao Ke's shoulder: "She is right."

"You broke my celestial relationship and brought me out of Kunlun. Since then, the corpse poison on my body will continue to increase. I thought I would turn into an ugly zombie.

I wanted to cramp up the skin of you, a hateful guy, and bury it with me before my consciousness blurred.

But I found that you were able to help me absorb the corpse poison in my body, which gave me the opportunity to break through the last step.

It's just that from then on, you became my thieves, my bad luck will be transferred to you, and sooner or later you will die in the bad luck. "

"The fortune teller said that I can live forever." Zhao Ke curled his lips, not caring at all about the so-called bad luck.

But he doesn't care, Ji Wusui can't.

"There are some things recorded on the stele. You can't understand it now, so don't look at it. When you can get rid of the shackles one day, go and look at the stele. There will be unexpected discoveries. At that time, you will know how to find me."

Ji Wusui's words made Zhao Ke fall into silence.

He knew that he couldn't change it, and he didn't have the qualifications to change anything. He was still too weak.

Ji Wusui leaned closer, and whispered in Zhao Ke's ear with a mysterious expression: "So... good nights are short."

Zhao Ke stared and screamed, "Come again??"

I don't know how many times the madness just came to an end. At this moment, Zhao Ke felt that his mind was empty, his stomach was empty, and even his kidneys were empty.

"Why, this is soft, you said before, let me... sing about conquering."

But seeing Ji Wusui talking, she still stretched her waist in front of Zhao Ke as if showing off, making her perfect figure draw attractive curves.

Yutoe also hooked Zhao Ke's soft brother, his provocative gaze made Zhao Ke's face feel hot, and he gritted his teeth: "Who says I'm soft, wait!"

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he jumped out of the red coffin.

The sambar, who was still enjoying the pastoral health care in the medicine yard, suddenly heard a rush of wind breaking in the air.

Haven't figured out what happened yet.