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

In the majestic hall, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked at the man sitting at the top of the table.

He frowned slightly, staring at the person on the ground without blinking, tilted his head slightly, and hooked his hand.

"Beiming, what do you think?"

The man in red raised his head and looked at him, his eyes full of struggle, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Okay... since you don't want to tell me, then I will..."

As he spoke, the man on the high palace suddenly stood up and moved to the front of Bei Yuan.

"Senior brother..."

Bei Ming took a step forward and just as he was about to stop him, he felt as if his body had encountered a barrier and he couldn't get through. He knocked desperately, but it was no use at all.

"He will protect you, but do you think he can protect you forever?"

"I...I don't need anyone to protect me..."

Bei Yuan struggled to raise his head, as if a heavy burden of thousands of pounds was pressing on his body, and he couldn't straighten it at all. However, he still raised his cheek and looked at the tall figure in front of him with a stubborn look.

"No? Then who caused him to be injured, and who allowed his men to lead him into trouble... Demon King Yu Li"

The voice was as cold as an icicle, as if it could penetrate one's heart.

"I......"

Bei Yuan lowered his head, and the hall was silent.

"Why, did you agree or..."

The man standing in front of Bei Yuan seemed to want to say something, but there seemed to be a noise outside the hall. He frowned and was about to ask someone to go and have a look when he heard a bang. The door of the hall was opened. Standing outside the store was a little girl. She was holding a greasy chicken drumstick in her hand. She looked unhappy and took a bite while walking. She muttered,

"It's great, but a little bit..."

As he spoke, his little hands trembled for a moment, but he quickly steadied himself so that the things on Bei Hou's back would not fall down.

"Sister..."

Many people on the stairs recognized the little girl and called out

Seeing this, the little girl waved her hand at everyone, took a step forward, raised her little face, and looked seriously at the tall man in front of her.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the little girl spoke first.

"Master, I have something to report to you."

As he spoke, he tore off another piece of meat from the chicken leg and chewed it non-stop.

The man looked down at him and signaled her with his eyes to say something.

The little girl nodded, swallowed the food in her mouth, raised her sparkling eyes, threw the thing in her other hand in front of everyone, and moved her wrist.

Everyone's attention was already drawn to the thing on the ground that was humming and moving.

"What is this? Although your master is not here, he should have taught you to knock on the door before entering."

The man's voice was unusually serious, but there was not a single heavy word.

The little girl nodded, pointed at the chicken leg in her hand and the things crawling on the ground, and said in a slightly innocent tone: "Master, this... this... it's really not my fault. He stole my chicken leg and stepped on a Nine-Robed String, so this disciple..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head in embarrassment, the greasy chicken leg hanging beside him while his other hand was twirling the corner of his clothes.

"Is that so? Then open the bag and let us take a good look at what's inside. How dare you step on my Nine-Robed String?"

Having said that, he didn't care about the person on the other side. Instead, he glanced and waved his hand. With a whoosh, the bag on the ground was opened.

As everyone was staring at him, a frail young man with a familiar face came out of the bag.

And the moment everyone saw him, the whole audience was shocked.

"Yan...Yan Ming"

The man stared at the person in front of him without blinking, but there seemed to be a crystal tear in the corner of his eye.

"Meet Master Gu/Meet Master"

An unusual voice rang out among the crowd, and some of them were extremely excited and a dumbfounded idiot.

"Yan Ming...you finally decided to come back"

The man was about to take a step forward, but he suddenly thought of something and his tone changed immediately, but the expectation in his tone was self-evident.

The man called Master Gu Feng shook his head slightly, not wanting to speak.

At this moment, the man's expression dimmed for a few seconds. It seemed that when he saw him appear, he didn't even want to talk to him. His expression couldn't help but be a little incomprehensible.

He took a step forward and just as he was about to reach out, he saw the person who was originally standing there took a step back.

The hand that was originally in mid-air suddenly stopped, and his face was full of loneliness.

"You are so unwilling to talk to me"

The corners of his eyes drooped, as if he was a little tired.

And his appearance was unique and unprecedented in everyone's eyes.

"Master... calm down, take a closer look"

The man turned his head and looked at the person behind him. The little girl who was standing aside and eating chicken legs happily wiped her greasy hands on her clothes after eating. Then she walked between the two of them, stared at the man for a while with her finger in her mouth, and said

"Who are you... Why do you look so much like my uncle Gu? But you... don't look like him?"

The little girl pointed doubtfully at the middle-aged man behind the man.

Everyone was startled, especially the middle-aged man on the platform. He immediately flew down and walked behind the few people. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the man in the middle of the two people, who actually stepped forward in panic and grabbed the man's sleeve. He looked at him in panic, his body shrinking timidly.

"You monster..."

Just as the middle-aged man was about to use his sword to kill the man, he felt a bone-chilling chill all over his body, and the source of that chill was this man - Feng Jiuming.

"Stop it, everyone. Are you trying to murder me now? And you want to kill Pavilion Master Gu, one of the Three Peaks. Uncle, so this is how your Discipline Palace acts, and you, the elder, can't tell right from wrong..."

"Master...this is not..."

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but he saw the person hiding behind the man raised his head slightly and made a face at him. In an instant, he held his forehead with his hand and fell down. But just before he fell to the ground, he was hugged by Feng Jiuming. At the moment he was hugged, the young man reached out and stroked his cheek, and gently called out "Ah Feng".

In an instant, the man who had been looking at him affectionately paused, but after a moment he took him into his arms, hugged him, and looked at the middle-aged man with his lips slightly moving.

"Oh~ If that's what the Sect Leader is saying, then how should we deal with the remnants of the demon race?"

Feng Jiuming turned his head and glanced at the person on the ground, then glanced at the person in his arms, waved his hand slightly, and said

"I am a little tired today, so let's stop here. Besides, there is no conclusion on this matter yet, so let's leave it at that for today, Bei Ming..."

He waved his sleeves and removed the barrier, saying, "Take him back and keep him under control. Don't let me find out that he has any dealings with the demons. Besides, the world is so big that there are dozens of people who look alike. Who can guarantee who is who? Let's disperse."

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly and disappeared in front of everyone...