Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But soon, Zhao Ke's brows relaxed.

Although the debate on Buddhism and Taoism is about to be held, leaving Dadu at this time does not seem to be an ideal choice.

However, after Zhao Ke thought about it for a while, he felt that this was a good opportunity. If he could take advantage of the opportunity and find a way to get the Qiyuan Orb from the third son, then it would be worthwhile to give up the main quest.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke quickly agreed, and quickly left the palace with the dwarf tiger.

Seeing that Zhao Ke and others left, the third son's expression softened a lot.

"My lord, this guy must have a different heart. It would be too dangerous for him to follow." Ada carefully put the shoes on the third lord's feet again.

Gently blowing the non-existing dust on the shoes, such caring and caring, it looks more like a father and daughter.

"What are you afraid of? I wish he could show his fox tail!"

"Can……"

Ah Da wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the third son impatiently waving his hand.

With those slender fingers resting on his chin, the third young master frowned and thought, "Since I'm going out in disguise, I need a fake name. Ada, what do you think of the name Zhao Min?"

"Yes, yes, but..."

"It's decided like this! Prepare me a woman's outfit, and also inform the Blood God Son that you must hide your identity when you go out this time, and you are not allowed to reveal it unless it is absolutely necessary!"

The third young master had no intention of asking for Ada's certificate at all. After making a decisive decision, he took his attendants to the backyard and began to prepare for this trip.

at the same time.

Outside the meditation room of Kailing Pagoda, a young monk carefully opened the door, holding a freshly decocted potion in his hand.

The little monk had a sad face.

Although Elder Sanjie has stabilized the injuries of Qingzheng and Qingdun's two uncles.

But the problem is that they have run out of oil and lamps now, and the sitting down is only a matter of the past two days.

"Om..."

As the door opened, there was a strong smell of blood in the room, but the little monk seemed to be used to it.

He saw with his own eyes the scene of the two master uncles vomiting blood continuously.

However, when he walked into the door, he was suddenly taken aback, and said in surprise: "Master Uncle!"

In front of him, Qingzheng didn't know when he woke up.

I saw Qingzheng sitting in the dark with his back to himself, not knowing what he was doing.

The little monk yelled twice, but after receiving no response, he couldn't help but approached cautiously.

As the steps approached, he heard a faint sound of gnawing.

Only through the faint light in the room, he could vaguely see Qingzheng's hand, which seemed to be holding a ball of... raw meat.

"Meat? How could it be meat?"

Kailing Treasure Temple is not like the Central Plains. Meat is not taboo here. In addition to fasting meals, there are occasional meat meals.

But Master Qingzheng's uncle, because he practiced Zen, has never been contaminated with meat, and it is even more impossible to eat raw meat.

Just when the little monk was confused, perhaps because he got used to the darkness in the room.

The sight in front of him became clear, and when he rubbed his eyes to look carefully, he realized that the flesh on his hand turned out to be a human arm.

And right in front of Qing Zheng, a gnawed and fragmented corpse fell to the ground, it was none other than Qing Dun.

"what!!"

Seeing the scene in front of him clearly, the little monk felt the air-conditioning for a moment, goosebumps appeared on his smooth scalp, he screamed involuntarily, and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Struggling to get up, but the hands and feet don't listen to me at all, and I can't get up by crawling left and right.

At this time, Qingzheng's movements sank, his head slowly turned around, his bloody eyes sized up the little monk, and then he showed a satisfied smile.

With a wave of long sleeves.

"Bang!" The opened door seemed to be closed again by a huge force.

After about a stick of incense time.

The door was gently pushed open, and the little monk who had just entered the meditation room stepped out of the room, but his eyes were bloodshot, he looked up at the sky, and couldn't help laughing in a low voice: "Sure enough, the sky will never stop me, even though the original body is dead , but it's not bad to be able to change into a boy with flesh and blood!"

After finishing speaking, the little monk turned around and took out a package bigger than him from behind the door. The package was stained with blood. The little monk grinned and carried the package towards the kitchen.

Chapter 1103 A bottle of 13 incense

"Crack squeak squeak..."

In the room, the thick and heavy mahogany bed made harsh friction sounds.

It can be seen from the violent shaking of the bed curtains that this big bed, which has been around for some years, is undergoing violent collisions that it should not have endured.

As the shaking of the bed board became more and more intense, a strange low roar came from inside.

"Ow!!"

As the strange screams became more and more tragic, a black bear's head emerged from the bed curtain and struggled to crawl out.

The black and sharp claws tore on the floor, making a piercing cutting sound, leaving deep scratches on the wooden floor.

But there seemed to be something holding it behind it.

Instead of letting it struggle out, the impact became more intense.

Immediately, with the final charge, this huge bear grew a big mouth with a protruding barbed tongue, rolled his eyes, and threw half of his body from the bed, where he was limp.

"Hiss...comfortable!"

Hei Zhuo stepped out from the bed, picked up his pants casually, and immediately looked at Tianyu who was sitting by the window.

Beside the window, Tianyu was dressed in black, his jet-black hair was scrupulously coiled up.

Neat and clean, it not only restores the hairstyle of the Song people, as if he is a modest gentleman in the poems of the Song people.

Bathed in the moonlight, her skin was as white as paper, her red lips were slightly raised, and under her slender and thick black eyebrows, her pair of dark and deep eyes stared at the sky above her head absentmindedly.

Just like what is said in the poem: Raise your glass and look at the blue sky with your eyes white, as bright as a jade tree before the wind.