Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

The world in front of me suddenly became bright. The room in front of me was dark, but I could vaguely see some tables with exquisite carvings and a large bed around me.

The young man stretched his neck and looked in the direction facing him. He saw a tall, shadowy figure swaying in the darkness under the candlelight in the room, like a snake...

"Snake?" Suddenly, a light bulb went off in the boy's head, and he seemed to know who he was.

"I wonder what Master Qingyu has to teach me since he brought me here as a captive."

The boy's voice has lost its immaturity. The deep and powerful voice is like autumn leaves swaying in the wind, with a unique charm.

"Pa pa~" crisp applause rang out in the small room. "Young Master is worthy of being the Young Master, but I have no ill will towards you. I just want to continue the conversation that was not completed last time."

"Last time?"

The boy suddenly remembered the unfinished words and intermittent sounds in his dream.

"Well... last time I remember you mentioned the same source vein and the Glazed Pavilion. Can you explain it now?"

A figure walked out of the darkness, and a familiar face appeared in front of the boy.

With his good looks and upright figure, he looked like a beautiful and graceful young girl. It was hard to tell that he was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

"Young Master, in fact, the common vein is easy to understand. You have the master's blood flowing in your body. When the time comes, it will be because of your blood that the master's seal can be unlocked."

"How much does it cost? It's impossible to cover the whole body."

Qingyu paused after hearing this, and instantly came back to her senses. She looked at him without blinking, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

“No, just a few drops will do.”

"nothing else?"

Qingyu shook her head upon hearing this.

"So... that's it?"

Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"In that case, there is nothing more to say."

As he spoke, the young man stood up and glanced at Qingyu in front of him. He turned around and was about to leave when he felt his wrist being grabbed. He looked back and saw a man with an anxious face.

"So what else is left to be explained?"

The young man looked at Qingyu in confusion and said lightly

"Young Master, are you choosing not to help?"

Upon hearing this, the young man shook off his hand and said coldly, "You're watching someone die without rescuing him? If he's already dead, does he still need to be rescued?"

"But he is your father after all."

"I don't know why you have such an idea. I only know that the first person I saw since I was a child was my master and not my biological father... If it weren't for your appearance, I would never know that I was the child of the Demon King. If you don't want to die, stay away from me. In fact, I don't want to have anything to do with you at all..."

As he spoke, the young man walked out the door, glancing around.

"Young Master, we will meet again. Next time we meet, I hope you will stick to what you said today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy smelled a fragrance, and his vision went dark again, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Sir, do you want to leave the young master here?"

A figure rushed out from the darkness. She knelt on the ground and whispered to the man in green shirt standing upright in front of her.

Qingyu looked at the boy lying at the door and shook his head gently, waving his hand and saying

"Send him back, stay with him, he will come to us"

After a puff of smoke, the only person left standing was the one who made the voice.

Seeing this, she quickly stood up, walked towards the door, stretched out her hand, carried the boy on her back, and walked away...

When the young man woke up again, it was already the next morning. He held his head and hummed slowly, then slowly sat up, took a look at the familiar scene around him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking about what happened last night, I couldn't help but feel a little scared. Although they said that I was their young master, they were all thousand-year-old foxes. Who knew what they were thinking? Moreover, in terms of fighting power, I couldn't even match their little fingers, and the demons were all changeable...

Thinking of this, he turned over, got down to the ground, put on his shoes, and put on his clothes. Then, at dawn, he walked to the familiar small kitchen where he had stayed for several years and happily cooked a pot of porridge.

After he put the food in the pot into the bowl, and placed the side dishes and other things on the plate, he came to the front of the house, knocked on the door gently, and said,

"Master, I have brought you breakfast."

"come in"

A lazy voice sounded, and the young man outside the door pushed the door open and walked in with the things in his hand.

"It's so early, thank you for your hard work"

The man's voice sounded from the bed, and the boy put the plate away. He turned around and saw Bei Ming, whose underwear was slightly open, revealing a touch of spring. She leaned lazily on the pillow and looked at him lazily.

"Master, I need to practice early every day, so this is just a convenience, so it's not a big deal."

Bei Ming didn't say anything but glanced at him, sat up straight, and beckoned to the boy.

"Master..."

Seeing this, the young man no longer acted as he did before. Instead, he walked over with the porridge in his hand, sat beside the bed, and looked at him.

"Master, why are you so mysterious?"

"My little disciple, I have been feeling exhausted physically and mentally these past few days. What do you think I should do?"

Bei Ming looked tired, but he held him in his arms.

"Then don't stay up late reading novels. Go to bed early and you will be more energetic than anyone else."

The boy nudged his chin with his head in frustration.

"If the teacher feels restless all day, it can be solved."

"Then... Master, you can find other things that can adjust your qi and interest you."

"Oh, then I understand. I will go find it right away..."

Bei Ming looked at the little disciple in his arms with a gleam in his eyes.

"Then where is the Master going?"

The man holding his shoulders was slightly stunned, and immediately lost interest.

"Do you have any good recommendations for places to go? It would be best if there were some beautiful women there."

"Master...you never let me down."

The young boy nudged his chest with his elbow, and a scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Master, if I say I know a..."

The boy's voice suddenly stopped, and he couldn't say anything.

The man pressed his head against his head in confusion, "Where?"

"No, I just said it would be nice if there was a place like this."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and stopped paying attention to the movement in his arms.

Seeing this, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking secretly in his heart, with a dark look in his eyes.

In the afternoon, the boy personally watched the man go down the mountain, but this time he always felt a sense of loss in his heart. He always thought that he... would be like countless times before, but this time the feeling was particularly profound.

At midnight, a graceful figure appeared beside the boy's bed. Just as she was about to reach out her hand, she was grabbed by the person on the bed. Her eyes opened instantly.

"What do you want to do?"

"The Pavilion Master knows what is on your mind, so I will let you make a deal."