Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

With this scent alone, the big smoking gun can smell it out. I am afraid that this pack of shredded tobacco has to go through more than ten procedures.

The materials used are of the highest quality.

Especially when frying, it is paired with top-notch spirits and honey. After the shredded tobacco is fermented, the taste is even more pure, with a slightly intoxicating aroma of wine.

Looking at the appearance of the shredded tobacco, each shredded tobacco is in a curly shape. On the dark shredded tobacco, under the light, there will be a little golden reflection.

There is no doubt that this is absolutely superior shredded tobacco.

"Good smoke! You boy, how can you always find such good shredded tobacco? It's really a hell."

The big smoking gun complained in a low voice, and at the same time took out jade tweezers, carefully squeezed a pinch, and put it in his special smoking pot.

Zhao Ke grinned, and handed the wax table to the big smoking gun.

"No, I don't need this!"

Smoker shook his head again and again, put the wax stand aside, and took out a stone from the stamp album.

The stone is very special, showing a crimson light.

The big smoking gun blew lightly, and immediately saw a ray of fire growing on the stone.

Seeing this, the big smoker proudly put the stone beside the smoke pot, slowly roasted the shredded tobacco in the smoke pot, and said at the same time: "This is a kind of flint that I specially found, and it can burn with a light blow. And it doesn’t burn your hands, the shredded tobacco will be heated more evenly with this kind of cold fire, and the taste will be better!”

Zhao Ke looked at the big smoking gun, the tweezers, and the cold flint, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "Be careful!"

"hiss!"

Taking a deep breath, accompanied by a wisp of light smoke, the big smoker lay reclined on the sofa, clapped his hands, and gently swiped out of the corridor.

Immediately, the air began to become humid, and drops of pea-sized raindrops fell from the top of the head in a blink of an eye.

The rain beat on the mud tiles on the roof, making a "jingling" sound.

The sound is irregular, but it sounds very comfortable.

The big bong shook the pipe in his hand, and his eyes became deep: "Sure enough, rainy days are still the best match for it. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring breeze in June, take a sip, and you will feel that this is the world. The best taste ever."

Zhao Ke didn't expect that this kind of room has such a function. It seems that the price of 2 o'clock postage a day is not unreasonable.

However, Zhao Ke was a little displeased with the exclamation of the big smoking gun. You smoked my shredded tobacco and pretended to be deep in front of me?

With a cold smile, he said in an indifferent way: "Oh, it really smells like a single dog."

"Cough cough cough..."

Smoking Gun turned his head angrily, and suddenly had the urge to slap the table and leave. Although he knew that Zhao Ke had a poisonous mouth, he was too good at chatting.

"This is called loneliness, taste, understand!"

Looking at the big smoking gun shaking the pipe in his hand, although he couldn't see the expression on his face, he could tell from the sound that he seemed to be choking badly.

"Understood, understood, people are hard to break!"

Zhao Ke groaned, took out his tobacco rod, squeezed a handful of shredded tobacco, and rubbed it into the pot casually.

Rough technique, frowning in the heart of the big tobacco stick, such a good top-grade shredded tobacco, such a rough technique, this is too careless.

"I'm also an intermediate postman now, but I haven't integrated my natal stamp yet. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Zhao Ke asked unintentionally while smoking a cigarette.

Although he knew that the big smoker might not be able to speak, he still asked in a tentative tone.

As for the information about the middle-level postman, Zhao Ke still knew too little.

He has a lot of stamps in his hand, and every one of them is enough to cause a small sensation.

Not to mention, if stamps of the level of "Pearl of Fortune" and "Great Xia Ding" are taken out, it is estimated that the entire ghost market will be detonated immediately.

But even with so many stamps in his hand, Zhao Ke still couldn't make up his mind about the integration.

It can only be said that he faces too many choices.

Of course, only Zhao Ke is qualified to say this sentence. After the average person advances to an intermediate postman, he is not as confident as Zhao Ke.

Dayan Ganzi was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhao Ke, and couldn't help nodding, deeply agreeing with Zhao Ke's action of not immediately merging the natal stamp.

This is a wise choice.

After many people advanced to the intermediate level, they would immediately integrate their strongest stamps into their natal stamps.

What's the result... Soon they will tragically discover that merging natal stamps is not actually the more powerful the better.

It is good to be strong, but it will also make them lose more possible development, or after the fusion, they are doomed to have limited room for improvement.

For example, the natal stamp you fused is to call out a powerful sword energy.

Of course, after your fusion, your strength will increase unprecedentedly.

But it turned out... the further back, the narrower the road.

Because your natal stamp is sword energy, your ability to devour other stamps cannot complement the ability of your natal stamp, so you can only develop alone.

So at this time, many people will start to regret it.

It's not that the road is blocked, but that the road is too narrow.

"A single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and thousands of horses, and a lone boat traveling across the river with iron cables."

I am afraid that many people have a deep understanding of the taste in this. On the contrary, some people who are not strong in their natal stamps walk even wider.

Because of the strong plasticity, if this road fails, open another road. All roads lead to all directions, and there is always one that suits you.

Big Smoke said a lot in one breath, much to Zhao Ke's surprise.

After all, in my impression, this old guy never sees a rabbit and doesn't spread a hawk. He usually makes news, but it's all coaxing and deceiving.

In this way, this old guy still said to keep half and half.

This time I said so much in one breath, and focused on doing a lot of cases and analysis for Zhao Ke, and what I said was straightforward.

On the contrary, Zhao Ke felt very uncomfortable. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

The two chatted for a while.

The more Zhao Ke chatted, the more strange he became, and he always felt that there was something really wrong with today's big smoking gun.