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

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Bei Ming squinted his eyes and looked him up and down, then retreated back to the bed, crossed his legs, pointed at the grapes on the table, and hooked his finger.

Beiyuan nodded lovingly and walked towards the table.

"Why, no? If not, forget it..."

He glanced at him and walked out the door.

But he walked very slowly, especially as he walked, he made a lot of small movements, and from time to time he glanced back with his peripheral vision.

“So sweet and delicious”

"Is that right? Then I will send it to Master tomorrow..."

The two were so affectionate, as if there was no one else between them.

Wherever Wen Baixu looked, there were red bubbles all around him, as if he was about to drown.

"Hey~ What are you two going to do..."

Just as the boy was about to say something, a voice suddenly popped up in his mind.

[Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for completing the assistance mission. Now I will distribute rewards for your mission completion: according to the agreement with the host, twice the dog food, now you have 38 dog food, one chance to spin the wheel, 5% increase in appearance, knowledge, and any one of the favorability points, and most importantly, a new skill: Thousand Faces]

"What do you mean?"

The boy could understand everything else but was a little confused about his last skill.

[Host, you don't understand the literal meaning? ]

The voice in his head sounded as if it was mocking him.

"I was just wondering if this can be effective forever or is it a one-time thing?"

[Oh~ There are 5 charging periods, just like using a big move, you have to accumulate the passive ability once, and after accumulating 5 times, you can get one. Moreover, this skill is something that even gods cannot see through. However, considering that the host was able to complete it with high quality this time, I will give it to you once.]

As the boy spoke, an energy storage device appeared in front of him, and now the device in front of him was full.

Wen Baixu raised his lips slightly and nodded.

But what he didn't know was how strange he looked in the eyes of the other two.

"You.....you wouldn't be given to us..."

Before I could finish my words, I heard a woman's voice outside the door.

"Master, my great uncle asked you to take my junior brother... the remnants of the demon clan to the main hall."

The sound got lower and lower until it disappeared.

Bei Ming's face darkened for a moment. He gently squeezed Bei Yuan's hand and raised his head to look at him.

Bei Yuan looked as if he knew this day would come. He looked at him with sadness and reluctance in his eyes.

Seeing the two people saying goodbye to each other for life and death, the young man frowned, but an idea flashed in his mind.

He thought of the skill he had just used, so he stepped forward and poked Bei Ming's shoulder.

But Bei Ming was immersed in the feeling of impending disaster and couldn't extricate himself.

"Hey...are you sure you want to stay sad like this? Are you sure you don't want to listen to my advice..."

Bei Ming was stunned, and quickly looked at the boy and asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"Since they say you are a remnant of the demon race, let's just do the opposite and admit it..."

"What did you say?"

Bei Ming was startled, but immediately frowned and glared at him. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Bei Yuan standing beside him avoiding his gaze, as if he was afraid of something. The person standing in front of them saw through everything and said slowly.

"Since they are all called the remnants of the demon race, then they must have subconsciously determined that he is the only remnant. And judging by the nature of those old guys, they must have some certainty this time, otherwise they would not have waited so long to come looking for him. So we have to break their cognition and respond to changes with the same approach."

"So.....what do you want to say?"

Bei Ming asked softly and glanced at Bei Yuan again.

"First, please ask Master Beifeng to take him with you... Please remember that you must be deeply saddened and regretful, and identify him as a remnant of the demon race..."

Then he pointed at Beiyuan and said, "You just need to pretend that you have something to say and don't want to defend yourself. Don't say anything. But if you really have to say something, you only need to say one sentence."

"What"

Bei Ming looked at him and asked

Wen Baixu smiled mysteriously, walked to Bei Yuan, leaned over and whispered something in his ear, but he showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

Watching the interaction between the two of them, Bei Ming couldn't help but darken his eyes and lower his eyes.

"Then it's settled..."

Wen Baixu gently tapped his shoulder and looked at him with a smile.

Bei Yuan nodded and looked at Wen Baixu with approval.

"Then let's go"

Bei Ming's tone was very unfriendly. He curled his lips, stood up, ignored Bei Yuan, and walked out.

Bei Yuan, who was behind him, chased after him nervously, calling his name.

Seeing them like this, Wen Baixu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief...

In the main hall, one red and one black stood in the center, surrounded by people, not only the leading masters but also the disciples. Among them, the two people pushing the wheelchair, one moving and one still, were particularly eye-catching.

There was a commotion in the hall, and soon a majestic voice rang out in the air.

"quiet"

The entire hall fell silent, and two people appeared on the high hall. One of them was so serious that his beard stood straight, and he looked down with sharp eyes.

The other one had an impatient look on his face. He glanced down with a cold look, sat on his seat, waved his sleeves, looked at the person standing on the ground, and lightly tapped with his jade-like fingers. The person tied below felt a tremendous amount of pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, forcing him to kneel down.

"ho"

With a slight cry, the man in black fell to his knees on the ground, his eyes full of pain, and he was still gasping for breath.

"Ah... "

The man in red beside him saw him like this and hurried forward to help him, but...

"Is this the strength of the Demon King? It turns out that he is only this strong after being suppressed."

The man on the high seat glanced at him disapprovingly, then pressed down again.

"You...if you want to say it, just say it...aren't you all like this...abusing your power to bully others...it was like this in the past, and it's still like this now, it's really too funny...haha..."

He was still panting when he let out a few laughs, and everyone present knew that he was mocking the Qingyun Immortal Sect.

“Bold…”

The assassin monkey standing next to the seat was so angry at the person kneeling on the ground that he almost stood up.

"Hmph~ The officials are allowed to set fires but the people are not allowed to tell the truth. Do I have to flatter you? Don't you just want to hear it from my mouth? Well, I am the remnant of the demon race, I am the demon king, and you...are satisfied?"

As soon as he finished speaking, people all around started talking about his words, and the whole hall became unusually noisy...

On the high hall, the people sitting between the seats showed a look of displeasure, frowning slightly.