Wen Jin's eyes were pale and blank, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His pupils twitched, and he turned his gaze to the rhubarb next to him, and found that it was spinning in circles with joy at this time, and he was excited. Wen Jin's lips trembled, he opened his mouth and shouted, his voice was resentful, and he mourned for a long time: "Why does it hurt for me to take pills!?" ”

Venting the frustration in his heart, Wen Jin glanced at the rhubarb helplessly from the corner of his eye. After this golden retriever consumed the Qi refining dog food, he was in high spirits and scurried around Wen Jin's feet, like a golden shadow. Its stature has not changed much, except for a pair of eyes that have a vague glint in it, and it is clear that its intelligence has improved.

The medicinal power of the Qi Refining Dog Food was full, and with one bag, it successfully made Rhubarb ascend to the middle stage of Qi refining, becoming the second only existence in the team after Wen Jin. But it didn't seem to have any master's consciousness, and was licking Wen Jin's robe, whining in its mouth.

Wen Jin sighed, patted Rhubarb's head, and read in a steady voice: "Rhubarb, fight for some qi, let me see your talent and skills." Rhubarb obviously understood Wen Jin's words, and there seemed to be a golden glow in his eyes, which then blurred, dyeing his entire eyes golden.

It opened its mouth, and the gold in its eyes quickly faded, but a little golden light appeared in its mouth, which quickly brightened and expanded like a groundbreak, and then stretched and thinned to the surroundings, quickly extended, forming a large golden net.

The vast net was overwhelming, woven from countless thin threads, each of which was like a sharp blade, tearing through everything in front of it. When the gold net fell, the broken wooden furniture was scattered all over the ground, and there were deep scratches everywhere, like the scene of the disaster.

Wen Jin had no choice but to help his forehead, and sighed in his heart, he had to break the bank to compensate again. He glanced at the innocent rhubarb, sighed deeply, paced down, and touched the remaining golden net with his hand. As soon as he touched it, his face became solemn, because he found that the gold net was viscous, as if it had been glued to the ground.

He reached out and touched the gold thread, then lifted his hand and saw that the gold thread was glued to his hand, pulled up with his movements, and glittered in the daylight. "It's like a spider's web." Wen Jin looked at Rhubarb who was sticking out his tongue in surprise, and was quite satisfied with its natural skills.

Not only is the golden net as sharp as a blade, but it can also bind the target, which is simply the best control skill. Imagine that the enemy, accidentally shrouded in a golden net, will be restrained in their actions even if they are not injured, and what awaits them will be a fire that ignites the sky.

Wen Jin rubbed Rhubarb's hairy head fiercely and praised: "Rhubarb, it's really yours!" As Rhubarb circled around him excitedly, he stroked the ring and pulled out a mask that looked like quicksilver.

This is a mask that can block the divine sense, and it took him more than a dozen lower-grade spirit stones to purchase, which can effectively prevent the peeping of monks below the foundation building period. Wen Jin raised his hand and put the carved mask on his face, the silver-white color matched his fair skin, like a demonic flower.

He patted Rhubarb's thick back and murmured, "Rhubarb, I'm going out to run errands, you're guarding the house here, if you see someone who isn't ours, you'll beat him, do you understand?" Rhubarb seemed to understand, and let out a spiritual whimper, and the sound echoed through the room, isolated by the barrier.

"Good rhubarb." Wen Jin stretched out his hand, and the light cluster turned into a white streamer, hovering in the palm of his hand, and he was put into the Qiankun ring. He clicked open the door and glanced back, where Rhubarb was tilting his head to look at him, his eyes bright and clear. He smiled and stepped out the door.

……

Wen Jin stepped into a crowded hotel, slapped ten taels of silver on the counter, and was respectfully invited to the private room by the boss who seemed to be a bit of a wealth obsessed with it, and at the same time called for good tea and a lady to accompany him.

Naturally, he was experienced in his previous life, so he naturally didn't show his timidity here, took a sip of hot tea, and talked happily with the woman with a good figure next to him, causing her to giggle, and her eyes showed brilliance, like a sparkling lake.

The artist approached a little more intentionally or unintentionally, exhaled a fragrant breath like a flower in her mouth, and her soft and boneless body came up, and said in a coquettish voice: "Handsome guy, why do you use a mask to cover your face?" She looked at Wen Jin's uncovered chin with a slight fascination, the perfect curvature of which was a testament to his amazing appearance.

Wen Jin pursed her blood-soaked lips and smiled as she hooked her chin, drawing closer and closer in the obsessive look of the geisha. The outside of the private room was noisy, but inside it was silent, as if an invisible wall cut off the sound.

"Of course it's because of ......" Wen Jin smiled, retracted his hand, and magically touched three oval-shaped, glowing green stones, and slapped them on the wooden coffee table in the center of the private room, "...... Because of this. ”

When the artist saw the three jade-like spirit stones, her face changed greatly, she stood up suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "Guest, guest officer, I don't know what you're talking about. "Of course you do." Wen Jin lay down leisurely in his chair with his hands crossed.

"Your boss, please." His tone was brisk, like a leisurely white cloud, "I believe you are not qualified to touch such an event yet. The artist's face turned pale, and then she lowered her head, grabbed the corner of her skirt and ran out, leaving only the sound of clattering on the ground.

Wen Jin raised the teacup and blew it, and the heat spread like smoke. His expression was calm, as if he knew what was going to happen. In fact, the display of the three spirit stones in the private room is itself a code.

A minute later, as expected, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and the sound was small, as if it was afraid of disturbing the VIPs inside. "Please come in." Wen Jin put down the teacup silently, saw the door opened, and the sweaty boss walked in step by step. The weather was not too hot, but this middle-aged man with a fat figure seemed to be in an oven.

"The visit of immortals to my store is a blessing for my store." As soon as he came in, the boss nodded and bowed, and dense sweat appeared on his forehead, like countless transparent grains of rice. "Don't be too formal." Wen Jin's deep pupils stared at him quietly.

The boss cautiously glanced up at Wen Jin, wanting to confirm whether this was a kind word, but was tightly intimidated by Wen Jin's swirling eyes.

The eyes under the mask are warm and refreshing.

The boss suddenly came to his senses, his face turned red, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, at least this high-ranking immortal is not like a temperamental, he should be able to communicate.

He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure. A thought suddenly arose in his heart: he must behave well in front of the immortals, maybe there will be an unexpected joy.