"I advise you not to make a move, it will make people feel ugly." Wen Jin's face was full of waves, making it impossible to see what he was thinking, but You Jiao'er beside him had an inexplicable sense of security in his heart, "Also, I'm a man." ”

Wei Ketian glanced at Wen Jin in surprise, just like when he first discovered that frogs were amphibians when he was a child, what flowed out was the purest surprise. But then this feeling disappeared, in exchange for a kind of sneer: "That's better, with your thin body, where did you get the courage to confront us?" ”

Wen Jin sighed in his heart, if the person in front of him always had the thinking that body is the standard of strength, he would suffer one day. But he was not interested in correcting this wrong idea, so he reached out and grabbed You Jiao'er's soft, and was about to bypass these people and walk to the second floor.

But at this moment, the drunk man in front of Li Wuming saw the two people who were about to leave, his eyes flashed with a hazy light, put aside Li Wuming, staggered towards them, reached out and grabbed You Jiao'er with drunkenness, and muttered indistinctly: "Beauty, hey, have a drink with Xiaosheng...... Belch...... Have a drink. ”

Seeing that he was about to catch You Jiao'er, Wen Jin's eyes flashed, like a swimming dragon in a large piece of glass-like water.

At the same time, Li Wuming sighed: "It's too much." His figure turned into a brilliant golden glow and disappeared, leaving only the corner of the white robe in the depths of the onlookers' eyes.

In the next moment, he appeared in the middle of You Jiao'er and the drunk, stretched out his hand, and stretched out his palm.

Li Wuming's palm did not touch the drunkard, but a palm print appeared on the drunkard's chest, like the mark of pressing his hand to the snow. The terrible thud was fleeting, and the drunk fell backwards, smashing over the tables, chairs and benches on the floor.

The clerk at the counter stiffened his hand and looked blankly at this side.

Li Wuming clapped his hands, and read in his mouth with almost no fluctuations: "I will pay for the broken items." ”

The clerk reacted suddenly, lowered his head and rubbed the porcelain plate fiercely, looking serious, like a mole burrowing in the ground.

Wen Jin looked at Li Wuming expressionlessly, he hadn't forgotten that every penny Li Wuming spent was oil for scraping the property in the Qiankun Ring, and those things were kept by him with Li Wuming.

Li Wuming laughed dryly.

Wei Ketian looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and suddenly screamed, as if he was pinching the rooster by the neck: "Acquired martial artist, no, no...... Innate Warrior! ”

Everyone was suddenly in a mess, and the appearance of an innate martial artist was like throwing a tiger into the middle of a flock of sheep, and what the sheep could do, and what they could only do, was to make a mess.

But Li Wuming obviously didn't want to be misunderstood, stretched out his arm, put his hand together, and a small sun-like golden light floated and sank in his hand. He sneered: "My golden years, look at what this is, I am not some unwarranted innate martial artist." ”

Cai Boen squeezed his hand tightly, pinching his knuckles a little white, and he said in a trembling voice: "Indeed, you are not a martial artist, you are...... Immortals. ”

Immortals! The feeling of the sky falling down was clearer, and everyone who heard it held their breath as if the air in the entire hotel had been pulled out for a moment. The night sky was still there, but the sound of insects was getting deeper and lower.

Wei Ketian stared at the golden light in Li Wuming's hand. At this moment, he, Cai Bourne, Lai Pixi, and He Changsi felt that something in their hearts was lit up, and this thing was like a blazing flame, making the wind and frost of these years melt like snow. Something has come back to life.

"Hmph." Li Wuming clenched his hand, and the golden mangs flowed out of his fingers, shattering into particles of light. "Don't bother us anymore, it's going to mess with my mood, and what are the consequences...... I don't need to repeat it, do I? ”

"Yes, immortals." Cai Boen was the first to bow his head, "We won't bother you anymore." ”

Wei Ketian gritted his teeth, as if he was going to chew something, then lowered his head and said with a hint of inexplicable emotion: "Follow your wishes." ”

Everyone lowered their heads, as if they were worshipping the immortals, and the drunkenness dissipated, and their eyes revealed clarity, and some other things.

Li Wuming flicked his sleeves: "It's good to know." He didn't look at the faces of the crowd anymore, that wasn't what he wanted to focus on.

He strode up the stairs as if he were stepping on the wind.

Wen Jin glanced at the people who were bowing their heads, like a reef that couldn't speak, shook their heads narrowly, and trotted to follow. You Jiao'er followed, Guo Ke hesitated, bowed slightly to the others, said "farewell", and then left quickly.

Rhubarb raised his head and bared his teeth at everyone, the teeth were crystal white, but even the reflected light revealed a sense of mockery. It spread its sturdy four legs, and followed the men in front of it with small, light, broken steps.

The crowd stood in place with their heads bowed, like stone statues arranged in close proximity. Silence seemed to have a substance, permeated in the consolidated air, breathed in and spit out by everyone.

The dreary atmosphere was broken by the drunken man in the pile of tables and chairs, who groaned, struggled to his feet, and crawled out of it. There was a blood stain on the corner of his mouth, a bright red, like a rose turned into water.

Wei Ketian and Cai Boen looked at each other, they didn't care about the drunk, but they both saw the light in each other's eyes.

……

As the night deepened, the stars grew brighter. The darkness is like a fog that is so thick that it can only be dispelled by the lights of thousands of homes. The barking of a dog was loud at first, but it slowly disappeared quietly, like a shell after the tide, slowly buried by the sand.

The sound of even breathing resounded in Wen Jin's room, but stopped abruptly at one point. Wen Jin got up from the bed, his breathing slowing down, as if he was still immersed in a comfortable and sweet dream.

Maintaining this gentle breathing rate, Wen Jin stroked the Qiankun Ring in his hand and immersed his divine consciousness in it. As if soaking his hands in cold water, Wen Jin's mind cleared, and then he accurately captured one of the items.

He said in a somewhat ethereal voice, "I know you're listening, use your abilities to create an illusion enchantment, don't deny it, I know you can." ”

In his consciousness, a cloud of light rose and fell in it, the barrier he had captured from the man in black. Sensing the touch of his divine sense, the light shrank suddenly, like a sponge squeezing out water and becoming dry and hard.

Wen Jin's divine sense sensed a faint sense of fear, and looking at the light again, he couldn't help but think of the mouse cowering in the hole.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He smiled.