With a hint of suspicion about the caravan, Wen Jin lifted his hat and slowly walked towards the inn. As he passed by the attendants, he could clearly feel several hot eyes converging on him, like a few vigilant night owls.

There was lightning flashing in Wen Jin's eyes, like a golden swimming dragon. His ears twitched, and he keenly caught some whispers, and the whisper quietly sounded in his ears: "The head of the dart should make a lot of money this time, right?" ”

"I don't know, but looking at the smug looks of those dart masters, they should make a lot of money." "Don't say it, keep an eye on the goods, don't chirp like a sparrow!" "Also, what does it have to do with us how much they earn? It only adds to the troubles. ”

"See the young lady in the caravan? I've never seen such a beautiful and lovely child, and the skin, tsk, looks like it's made of snow. "Don't be stupid, that young lady is very noble, what does it have to do with you?"

Wen Jin's ears stopped fluttering, thoughtfully, his steps were as light as a cat, he landed silently, and walked into the hotel step by step. Lifting the curtain of the inn, he tentatively looked inside, and his eyes reflected the lively scene inside.

A group of people in armor gathered together to talk and laugh, and sometimes burst into laughter, the sound rushed straight upward, as if to lift the ceiling, and from time to time there was the sound of banging on the table, which was as lively as a restaurant in the hot summer.

Wen Jin's sword eyebrows were slightly cramped, and the immortal cultivator's ability to never forget allowed him to clearly recognize these people as the dart masters who had just accompanied the caravan. Only then their tiredness disappeared completely, and they were reborn, drinking heavily and munching on meat.

Nothing strange, just ordinary caravans...... Wen Jin thought to himself in his heart. He snapped his fingers, and the Hidden Thunder Technique dissipated, and his figure appeared in the field of vision of others, but it seemed that it had not been lifted, only a few glances swept at random.

He didn't care, and the figure shuttled from table to table, while secretly observing the performance of these dart masters. There are no immortal cultivators...... There are only a few acquired martial artists...... Wen Jin nodded secretly, it was the standard configuration of a caravan, such a caravan was as many as the stars in the sky in the Central Continent, there was nothing to care about.

His steps paused suddenly. In front of him was a round mahogany dining table, around which sat three people, a thin middle-aged man who was constantly wiping his sweat, an old man with a dignified face, and a girl with a white face as light as a white feather.

Wen Jin stared at this girl, and was quite amazed in his heart. The girl's fair skin was like milk flowing, and she was smiling politely, revealing two small pear vortices, but there was something untouchable, and her chin outlined a cold arc, like a cold cat.

He suddenly felt that Zhihai had been pricked by a needle, so he looked away and turned to the old man who stood up at some point. The old man's eyes were like eagle falcons, and he grabbed Wen Jin vigilantly, his face was tense, like a stiff stone slab.

Wen Jin glanced at the old man quietly, his eyes were neither strong nor humble, as calm as a pool of autumn water. He politely looked away, his mouth slightly bitter, and said, "I'm sorry, I was rude." ”

The old man exhaled lightly, and his tense body slowly relaxed. At that glance just now, Wen Jin was not aggressive, but it made him feel like he was being targeted by a fierce tiger, but the tiger put away his claws.

Wen Jin saw at a glance that the old man's chassis was steady, bowing slightly, maintaining the posture of being the easiest to shoot, and there was a thick cocoon in his hand. An innate martial artist! The corners of Wen Jin's thin mouth pursed, and there seemed to be some ripples in his eyes.

"This gentleman." The girl looked at Wen Jin calmly, her voice as tactful as a warbler's cry, "No need to apologize, can you have the honor to invite Mr. to have a meal with us?" Wen Jin suddenly realized that this was a woman made of snow, and at this time, she melted slightly, revealing her fiery heart.

The old man had a shocked look in his eyes, and hurriedly bent down and whispered a few words in the girl's ear. His voice was very low, but in Wen Jin's ears, it sounded like he was shouting at him: "Miss, this person is not ordinary, you can't lure a wolf into the room." ”

"It doesn't matter." The girl smiled politely again, and the pear vortex appeared vividly, "We are businessmen, and the most important thing for businessmen is to make friends, make money in harmony, and seize every opportunity." She smiled at Wen Jin, "I'm sorry, I haven't asked for Mr. 's name yet." ”

Wen Jin showed an interesting expression, sat down in a robe, and said loudly: "My name is Wen Jin, just an insignificant passerby." "The gentleman laughed." The girl's icy eyes stared at him quietly, "Those who have the confidence to say this are generally extraordinary people. ”

Wen Jin couldn't help pinching his forehead, a little distressed. This girl saw it too clearly, and every word was like a sharp knife, which made him feel cold in the heart. He tilted his head, swallowed the bitterness, and showed a playful smile on his face: "I don't know what the girl is called?" ”

"The leaves are not cool, and the one that is not cooled is not cool." Ye Weiliang smiled, his eyes seemed to be shining, "It's a pleasure to see Mr., these days are facing the same faces, although it is not boring, it is too boring." ”

"It turns out that Miss Ye can also joke." Wen Jin laughed dryly, and suddenly felt like a mountain of pressure. This Nizi's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his soul and read the thoughts in his heart, but he had lived for a hundred years in his previous life, and he quickly calmed down, his eyes did not wander, staring at Ye Weiliang's black eyes, and he did not move.

Ye Weiliang looked away, his cheeks were slightly pink, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed: "It turns out that in the eyes of Mr., am I a person who can't even make jokes?" "No, no, no." Wen Jin waved his hand again and again, "Just let me make a joke too." ”

Ye Weiliang's quiet and deep black eyes moved to Wen Jin's face, which made him think of the moss-covered ancient well for a while, the same deep, the same silence, the same ...... Desolate. She chuckled: "Mr. Wen is really an interesting person. ”

"It's the first time I've heard a woman say that." Wen Jin pulled a smile on his face and said with a grin, "I'll just take it as a compliment." ”

"It's a compliment, of course." Ye Weiliang pursed his lips and smiled toothlessly, "I guess Mr. Wen must have an interesting past, I don't know if I'm right or not." ”

"My past." Wen Jin raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to pass through the ceiling, staring at the blue sky above. He lowered his head and looked at Ye Weiliang, his eyes slightly blurred. He smiled:

"You guessed it right."