Seeing that Wu Chen hadn't put down his chopsticks for a long time, he thought that Wu Chen was dissatisfied with the food, so he asked softly, "The young master is not satisfied with the food?"

Wu Chen came back to his senses, picked up the square linen cloth placed aside, wiped his hands and mouth indiscriminately, and replied casually: "No, it's just that I'm full." ”

Hearing the news similar to Wu Ling's location, Wu Chenna still had the heart to continue eating, thinking that Wu Ling's blank sheet of paper brain was a little worried, and the food in the post station was not very delicious, and the Xuan Meat was also some low-level and high-level Xuan Beast meat, just get addicted, and it would be greasy to eat again.

The refined little guy looked at the nearly half of the untouched Xuan Meat on the wooden table, clapped his hands, and a little guy dressed in the same linen clothes as the Mai Mafu walked out, and under the envy, jealousy, and even a hint of spicy gaze at the other table, he skillfully picked up the plate of scraps, a few back and forth, and finally wiped the shiny tabletop.

As for the uneaten Xuan Meat, whether it fell into the mouths of these little guys, or whether it appeared on the Xuan Rou cultivation table at a certain location tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, Wu Chen did not know.

Looking at the God of Wealth in his eyes, the refined little guy kept rubbing his hands, piled up a smiling face, bent down and said to Wu Chen who was sitting on the wooden bench: "Young master, you have eaten this well, this ......"

I almost said the word "money" directly.

Wu Chen knew it in his heart, and he didn't raise his head and said, "How much?"

The refined little guy secretly thought that it was really the young master, and he was arrogant! With the courage to suddenly pull out the fifty black Xuanjing that he was about to say to sixty.

"Sixty black crystals. ”

Wu Chen frowned.

Seeing this, the refined little guy thought that Wu Chen, who was dissatisfied with his asking price too high, and secretly blamed in his heart: Fifty is already outrageously high, how dare you be so greedy, is this good?

Wu Chen didn't think that sixty black Xuanjing was too high, but he remembered that in addition to the purple Xuanjing that Fu Bo had prepared for himself before leaving, he didn't have a single black or green Xuanjing.

The refining little guy was about to say something round, what young master, you only accepted you fifty black Xuanjing when you first arrived, but it really doesn't work, for the sake of half of the untouched Xuanrou, the bottom line of the refined little guy is forty black Xuanjing.

The few people who are scattered are a little smacked, and they don't know if the task they took this time is a desperate job, and the commission they get in the end is only a hundred black crystals, and the young man in front of him, who looks mediocre and doesn't see the fluctuation of Xuan power, will cost them most of the commission for a meal, and what appears in his eyes is not jealousy and envy but a kind of resentment, which often appears when they are still called "righteous bandits".

Wu Chen didn't wait for the refined little guy to speak, he directly took out a purple crystal with a dazzling light from the sea knowledge space, threw it on the wooden table casually, and said flatly: "Don't look for it, the rest will be the meal money for living with you today and tomorrow morning." ”

The refined little guy was stunned for a while, and he almost forgot the last time he saw this purple light in the later stage of the Xuanzhi.

The refined little guy who came back to his senses was ecstatic and stretched out his hands to pick up the purple mystrite, feeling the unique majestic mystical power on the purple mystite, and carefully put it into the special pocket in his underwear.

At this moment, all the refined little guys have an urge to offer Wu Chen as an ancestor.

With a pile of smiling faces, he led Wu Chen to a room specially prepared for the senior officials of the Heavenly Dao Mansion, although no high-ranking official had ever been lucky with this small Baili Post so far.

Wu Chen looked indifferent and followed the refined little guy to the backyard room

The four of them also retracted their staring gazes, looked at each other without saying a word, and silently removed Zhu and Huang from the list of starters in their hearts, and the two of them didn't know that they had escaped because of Wu Chen.

The short-haired man got up and said to Zhu and Huang: "Two, it's not too early today, and the old brother will continue to talk to you slowly another day." He also gave a few casual cultivators next to him a look, and several of them also echoed with their voices, "Yes, yes"

Although Zhu and Huang were reluctant, they were still unsatisfied, so they had to say goodbye and walk back to their rooms.

The four scattered cultivators got up indifferently, walked calmly, and walked back to the dark and damp inferior room where several people lived.

It seems that no one has forgotten the man in white who was drinking stuffy wine in the corner and seemed to have a plate of side dishes in front of him.

The man in white shook his head in the corner where he couldn't see clearly, and then he showed a smile, an evil smile.

The refined little guy who arranged Wu Chen properly, gently withdrew and closed the door, and then straightened his waist in an instant, and a look of self-condescension appeared on his face.

Instead of returning to the post station, he made a small turn and walked to the inferior room next to the firewood room.

Gently pushed open the slightly rotting wooden door, and a pungent smell of damp and sour came straight in, and he held his breath and walked into a somewhat gloomy room.

The four men of the bloody square steel stared at the refined little guy in a daze.

Although the refined little guy knew it, he still frowned and asked, "Say, what do you want me to do?"

The short-haired man said to the other party in a voice just now when he was leading Wu Chen to the dormitory: "Please come to the back room quickly and get together." ”

The short-haired man said in a deep voice: "There may be some movement tonight, and I ask the little official to close his ears." ”

The corners of the refined little man's mouth rose slightly, and he pretended not to understand: "Oh, what is the movement, this is a post station set up by the Heavenly Dao Mansion, do you still dare to mess around?"

The short-haired man didn't answer, and handed out a pack of black Xuanjing prepared in advance, about a hundred of them, almost half of the cash on the four people.

The refined little guy took the small cloth bag that was a little heavy in the past, opened it slightly, everything was clear to him, and he didn't go away, waiting for the following, he was the one who just received an amethyst, and his appetite was greatly expanded.

The short-haired man was a good person, and he knew what the refined little guy had in mind at a glance.

Gritting his teeth, he said: "Each of the four brothers gets two percent, and there are two achievements left for the junior official's family." ”

The refined little guy was overjoyed, knowing that the other party would definitely bleed, but he didn't expect to be so generous, and he basically couldn't get such a big benefit by doing nothing.

However, on the surface, he still pretended to be bland and said: "I'm a person who sleeps very hard every day, and everyone else in this post station sleeps to death, and no one lives in the hotel today except for the three of you, I'll go busy first, and you will go to bed early." ”

After speaking, he ignored the four people in the house, turned his head and left.

A casual cultivator watched the refined little guy walk away and asked softly, "Do you really want to give him 20%?"

The short-haired man's eyes shone with a fierce essence and sneered: "Then wait until he can take it alive." ”

Another Sanxiu said suspiciously: "Do you think he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, after all, the one who can take out the purple Xuanjing will be an ordinary person with a broken Xuan vein?"

The short-haired man, who was obviously more knowledgeable than the other three, replied with disdain on his face: "It's not Xuan Xiu, it's just a declining martial cultivator, and I don't know how many years of Xuan Jing passed down by my ancestors, all of which he used to squander." ”

The other three also nodded with relief, after all, Wu Xiu was still brilliant.

The short-haired man looked out the window at the not-so-dark night and whispered, "Prepare first." ”

The three of them were also extremely skillfully prepared.

The refined little guy and the short-haired man would never have thought that their glances, lines, and even the subtle expressions on their faces could be seen under Wu Chen's divine sense.

Wu Chen, who was lying on the wooden bed, chuckled for a while and then withdrew his consciousness and ignored those people.

After all, the grasshopper shook the tree, and it was impossible to rush to death.