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

Looking at the receding figure, the boy's eyes were cold for a moment, but feeling the man's still unstable breath in his arms, he silently withdrew his gaze and anxiously looked at the man who was shaking in his arms.

He was like a stranded fish, struggling in the constant drought, trying to get a glimmer of hope from the struggle, but the times were cruel and always cruel. He did not get any hope of being rescued, but was dragged into an endless abyss by his own pain.

The young man gently stroked his long hair. The night before, he had also touched long hair that was like a waterfall, but now there were some bloodstains on the hair, sticking it together.

He looked at him, stretched out his slender hands to part his hair, muttered to himself, but his eyes did not blink, this scene was like an old movie camera constantly replaying the same scene

The red dress in front of him instantly turned into a white dress, but her face was covered with blood. Her slender fingers gently brushed across her face, and her mouth mumbled but no one could hear what she said. The boy couldn't help but lower his head an inch.

"Blood... I'm so thirsty... I want blood"

The young man finally heard what was said. Although he was stunned for half a second, he did not hesitate to put a corner of his neck closer and whispered: "Since Master is thirsty, then the disciple will naturally satisfy all the Master's wishes."

Then she put her neck closer to him.

There was already a smell of blood on his body, and this time he got closer again, which aroused the desire of the person in his arms. He slowly raised his eyelids, and a flash of scarlet flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and bit the boy's neck directly. Blood gushed out from the connection between the two people instantly.

The young man groaned, and the person who kept sucking was stunned for a moment, but he kept sucking the next second, until he raised his face with satisfaction and looked at the pale face. The blood stains at the corners of his mouth and on his face were like a charming mandala. He smiled lightly and fell into his arms in an instant.

The young man hugged the person in his arms, but he didn't have any resentment in his heart. It was just that the emptiness in his heart was slightly filled.

Ever since the white shadow disappeared, he has been immersed in grief and regret all the time. He resented his own incompetence and his powerlessness, but now at this moment, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. This feeling was like he had really saved a person from the hands of death. Although this person... was not the one he saved, the boy seemed to feel a lot relieved at this moment.

"Master... Let's go home"

Feeling the gradually steady breathing in his arms, the young man smiled brightly, swayed his body, staggered, and walked out of the crowd of people who had fainted on the ground, holding the man in his arms, and walked towards the hut...

A few days later, on a sunny day, the sound of birds singing woke up the person in bed.

The person on the bed stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight and stretched his neck, but he felt uncomfortable. Just as he was about to get up, his head felt chaotic. He could not remember the past few days at all. He only remembered that he met a beautiful lady after he came down the mountain...

I have no memory of what happened after that, except for a vague feeling that I seemed to have drunk something very delicious. The taste was like sweet mountain spring water, but also like an addictive poison that I couldn't stop drinking.

This feeling is very strange, just like a poppy flower...

Bei Ming didn't dare to think about it anymore, as he was afraid that...

"Master...Master, something terrible has happened."

A woman's scream pulled him out of his memories. Looking at the anxious woman in front of him spinning around, Bei Ming couldn't help rubbing his forehead and spoke softly.

"Yu'an, you're giving me a headache. If something goes wrong, it's a big deal. I'm fine now..."

Before Bei Ming finished speaking, he heard the woman say, "No... not Master, but Junior Brother."

"Who?"

Bei Ming looked at her with confusion.

Yu An said anxiously, "Junior Brother Bei Yuan, he... he was reported to be a demon, and our uncle arrested him without even listening to anyone's explanation, and now... he is in the main hall and is about to execute Junior Brother."

"What.....Is he a pig? I don't know how to refute it."

Bei Ming was so emotional that he stood up and fell off the bed in panic, but fortunately Yu'an was quick to help him and saved him from falling off the bed.

Although Bei Ming was extremely anxious, he immediately calmed down because he knew that if he lost his composure now, he would not be able to save anyone.

He immediately raised his eyes to look at Yu An, his eyes slightly turned, "Tell me everything you know in the past few days..."

Seeing this, Yu An nodded quickly and started talking to himself...

On the other side, in the majestic hall, except for the disciples, basically all the inner gate and peak masters had gathered. Except for the sect leader who was in seclusion, the only one left was someone who had never returned once.

The middle-aged man stroked his beard, looked at the people in front of him, stretched out his hand and threw a handful of blood, adding another scar to the bloody man in the air.

"Tell me, did the Demon King send you here to spy on the secrets, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to break the seal, and then work with you to destroy the Qingyun Immortal Sect..."

A burst of angry shouts came from the high palace, and the chilling sound emanating from the voice made everyone present shiver involuntarily.

But not all the people in the audience were like this. For example, the informant secretly smiled.

"I....No...I.....Ahem...No"

"Then why don't you tell us what happened that night? You have to make up a story about a ferocious beast. But according to our investigation, there were only you and Lord Beifeng that night. Lord Beifeng is injured and unconscious now, but you are fine. No matter what you say, it will arouse people's suspicion. But you were able to escape from the Demon Realm without any injury before, so people won't be suspicious."

The middle-aged man spoke in a serious tone, looking at him sharply.

The young man who was hanging in the air with his hands tied raised his pale face, glanced at everyone present, then lowered his head silently and said no more.

The person standing by, seeing that there was no sound, stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Uncle Master, Qingyun Immortal Sect is the leader of all sects. We must not let such a stubborn and undisciplined person ruin our reputation. What's more, he is a demon. Maybe the North Peak Master was killed by him..."

"Bah... You are talking nonsense. How could I... hurt Master?"

The young man in the air suddenly raised his head and glared at the man with a vicious look.

The man was not panicked at all, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Master, please allow me to report this kid. He was a disciple of my outer sect before. He had mediocre talent and couldn't even practice Qi. How could he become someone like this who can even pass through the Demon Realm? That night, the next morning, and now, the fact that Bei Ming was unconscious is also considered serious by everyone, not to mention that I have witnesses."

"Where is the witness..."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded again in the hall, and the man below the stage had a smug look on his face. Just as he was about to call for help, he heard the door being pushed open, and the voice floated out.

"Witness? You're talking about him..."