"I don't have much appetite, so I'd better have a bowl of porridge."
After saying that, Di Xin stood up and stood up on the table: "I'm still a little uncomfortable, could you please bring the porridge to the room?"
"Just follow what the guest officer said."
The waiter responded and asked with some concern: "Do you need someone to help you into the room first?"
"Thank you, I can do it myself."
Di Xin refused the waiter's help, then hobbled back to his room upstairs, holding on to the railing.
…
A quarter of an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
"Sir, your porridge is here."
"Please come in."
Di Xin's weak voice sounded in the room. After the waiter opened the door, he saw Di Xin sitting on the table.
Although there was something wrong with being grateful, the waiter didn't think much about it, walked into the house with a tray, and put the porridge on the table.
"Your Majesty, please take your time."
After finishing speaking, he did not leave directly, but turned around and saw Di Xin.
According to convention, there should be a piece of silver as a reward at this time. Although he is not short of this little money, there is no reason to refuse such money that can be obtained for free.
It's a pity that this waiter doesn't know that nothing is free in the world, and all gains indicate the price that should be paid at the beginning.
But don't worry, he will know the truth soon.
The waiter turned around and immediately met Di Xin's eyes.
Under the bright candlelight, those eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars. There was a smile that had been waiting for a long time in the clear eyes. How could there be any weakness?
Too bad.
The alarm bell rang loudly in the waiter's heart, and he subconsciously shouted loudly to alert other people.
However, the shortcomings of not having any cultivation are fully reflected at this time. The waiter himself is just an ordinary person, and his reaction speed is naturally within the scope of ordinary people.
This kind of reaction speed is no different from slow motion in Di Xin's eyes.
Almost as soon as Xiao Er opened his mouth and before he could make a sound, Di Xin hit him on the neck with a knife.
Just in case, Di Xin did not use his soul power or even half of his blood, but used pure skill.
To deal with an ordinary person, this is enough.
Under the knife, the waiter rolled his eyes and his body immediately softened.
Di Xin reached out and fished it out, instead of letting the unconscious Xiaoer fall to the ground, he brought him to the bed.
Then, he reached out and took off the waiter's and his own clothes.
…
Half an hour later.
Putting on the waiter's clothes and imitating the fluctuations of the waiter's energy and blood, Di Xin half-bowed and walked backwards out of the guest room.
The moment he went out, Di Xin felt a lot of sensations falling on him, and then he took them back.
"Sir, please have a good rest."
Di Xin said something and closed the door from the outside with the same voice as the waiter.
He did not go downstairs, but turned around and walked in the other direction. In the process, his body never straightened up.
Di Xin didn't want to do this, but he was a bit bigger than the waiter. If he didn't bend down, if someone suddenly went upstairs or opened the door and came out, he would probably get in trouble.
The first thing I passed by was the room next to him.
The two martial arts cultivators drank a lot of wine at noon. They haven't recovered yet and are resting inside.
Di Xin did not disturb them and continued to move forward.
Next is the guest room where Song Qianwei is imprisoned.
The person he wants to save is inside, but the entire room is wrapped in a barrier. If he breaks in without permission, everyone will be alarmed.
So Di Xin continued to move forward and stopped at the door of the magician.
Squeak.
As soon as he stopped, the door was opened from the inside.
Then from Di Xin's perspective, a bright foot with red shoes stepped out of the door, followed by another long white leg that was no less impressive.
Di Xin quickly took a step to the side, but a piece of gauze still slipped across the tip of his nose.
A faint smell of powder fills the space.
After closing the door, the woman who walked out didn't pay attention to Di Xin beside her. She was swaying and gradually went away with the smell of makeup and powder all over her body mixed with another smell.
Di Xin never raised his head during this process, but his heart was twitching.
It had already started when he approached here at noon, but it didn't end until now. He only had four words to say about the divine messenger in the room.
The body is really good.
Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Di Xin raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.
A lazy voice came from inside the house: "Who is it?"
The voice of Di Xin imitating the waiter said: "Guest sir, it's me."
From yesterday to today, when the waiter knocked on several doors around him, he always heard these four words.
The lazy voice sounded again: "Come in."
Di Xin opened the door and walked in. The first thing he saw was the mess on the ground. It was obvious that in one afternoon, the entire room was filled with "battlefields".
Di Xin carefully avoided those things that were contaminated with some unspeakable substance and looked at the bed.
Among the falling curtains, a vague figure was lying on the bed, showing the same laziness as his voice just now.
Seeing Di Xin staring blankly at him, the figure on the bed became a little angry: "How dare you, why don't you kneel down when you see this divine envoy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed something unusual.
Unfortunately, everything is too late.
Under normal circumstances, the Illuminating Warlock can indeed suppress the innate martial arts cultivator with his strange and changeable magical powers, but at that time, he had to prepare in advance and keep a distance.
The reason why the Xiantian Grand Master can compete with the Ruzhao Warlock is because of his close combat skills.
For a great innate master, the distance of just a few meters from Di Xin to the bedside is no different from being very close at hand.
The sound of tearing cloth was heard instantly, and when the person on the bed noticed something unusual, they saw a big hand with clear joints break through the curtain in front of them and pinch their neck.
In his desperation, he had no time to use anything, and the majestic soul power came out of his body and crashed directly into Di Xin.
In the same realm, just as the physical body of a martial artist is stronger than that of a warlock, the spiritual soul of a warlock has always been stronger than that of a martial artist. Even if he does not use magical powers, the power of the spiritual soul of a warlock actually still has a trace of the characteristics of contemplating gods.
The characteristic of the warlock on the bed is that his soul power is to control other people's bodies by interfering with their souls.
He did not expect to rely on the power of his soul to repel the person who was choking his neck, but as long as he could slightly interfere with his movements, there would be enough time left for Tianzi No. 9 upstairs to be alerted by the movement here.
Come to support.
However, in the next moment, his expression was replaced by despair.
In his perception, the power of his soul was like hitting a hard iron wall. Not only did it not shake the soul of the person in front of him, but it was made unstable by the force coming back from the shock.