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

He was extremely depressed. At least for now, facing such an unreasonable attitude towards him, Wen Baixu could only hold his forehead and rage silently.

But looking at the man on the throne and his own affairs, the anger in his chest could only turn into helplessness.

"So what you mean is that Gu Yanming is so outstanding that everyone should like him, but not everyone can like him, so the only one who likes him and stands by his side is you, right..."

Wen Baixu was panting as he spoke, and he kept putting his hands on his waist and breathing heavily.

Feng Jiuming thought about it for a moment and nodded, "You are right... but is there any way you can stop Yan Ming from liking that ugly bastard who is fickle, has no brains, and always thinks he can swallow his anger?"

Although he was asking, his eyes didn't look like he was seeking a solution, but more like he was asking the boy to do this.

Wen Baixu looked at his arrogant and disdainful eyes, and for a moment he thought he was just a passerby, not the prince he was talking about.

The young man raised his eyebrows, looked up at him, and then asked: "You are not a fish, how do you know the joy of a fish? You are not him, so how do you know that he must like him? And maybe Gu Yanming is just too enthusiastic."

"Ok?"

Hearing the voice from the throne, Wen Baixu couldn't help but shudder, and quickly lowered his head, "Oh... yes, it's him who doesn't deserve it, it's that ugly guy who doesn't deserve to like our handsome and dashing national... Pavilion Master, who is as good-looking as Pan An..."

"Hmm~"

The young man raised his eyes and saw that the person sitting on the table was in good spirits. He felt relieved and was about to take a breath when he heard the voice again.

“When did you learn that?”

Wen Baixu raised his head and stared at Feng Jiuming with a pair of clear and stupid eyes. Just as he was about to speak in confusion, he saw him pointing at his face.

The young man understood instantly, pinched his face, and said: "This is my disciple's unique secret skill, only I know it."

"is it?"

As soon as the words fell, the face of the person in the upper seat turned into Gu Yanming's and other people's faces.

The boy shouted excitedly, pointing his finger at his face

"Can you... teach me this?"

"Don't you already have your own unique skills? Why are you still trying to learn this trivial trick of mine?"

Feng Jiuming glanced at him sideways and glared at him with a hint of arrogance.

"This..." Wen Baixu couldn't help but lower his head guiltily, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind, and he couldn't say that this was for future tasks, but... just as he was thinking this, Feng Jiuming's voice rang again.

"Actually... it's not impossible for me to teach you..."

The voice paused, as if waiting for the boy to say something.

"What are your conditions? Tell me first."

Feng Jiuming nodded with a look of understanding, and then said

"I need you to change your face to his when I need you in the future..."

"Why, am I not cute?"

Feng Jiuming didn't say anything after hearing this, he just turned his eyes away calmly, but the flash of disgust in his eyes was caught by Wen Baixu. He was about to step forward to argue, but suddenly remembered that his mission, which was of the utmost importance, was the limited time he had left, so he held back.

"Okay, okay, you are the boss, you say"

As he was talking, his hand shook

"I will teach you this as soon as possible, but you don't look very smart, so I don't know if you can..."

"Alas~ I don't have a human body like you..."

The boy had only uttered half of his words when he looked at the person above him and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"Since you think I'm stupid, why don't you change it yourself? And this way you can save..."

Feng Jiuming pursed his lips immediately after hearing this, and looked at him with gloomy eyes.

The boy looked at him and had a bad idea in his mind. He put his hands on his chest and looked at him warily.

"What are you looking at? I am not interested in your bean sprout body..."

"Then who are you interested in? It turns out that men cherish what they can't get..."

The young Yali kept mumbling and looked at Feng Jiuming unkindly from time to time.

Feng Jiuming felt a little uncomfortable being looked at, and coughed, "I will just pretend I didn't hear what you said for now, but the reason why I didn't do that is just because of some side effects..."

"Oh~~~that's all!!!"

The young man jumped up and pointed at Feng Jiuming, looking unbelievable.

“What are those side effects?”

Wen Baixu stroked his chin and asked softly

"Hmm~ I guess it's because it takes too long to change back."

Feng Jiuming said this as if it was just an ordinary thing.

"Ah! This is too..."

"Whether you learn it or not, it's just like 'blessings often lie within the shadow of misfortune, and misfortune often lies within the shadow of blessings'"

Feng Jiuming raised his chin slightly and looked at the young man.

Wen Baixu was stunned for half a second after hearing this, then stepped forward and bowed, saying: "Disciple is willing to follow the master to learn, but disciple has a small wish..."

"What is it..."

Feng Jiuming's voice was neither cold nor indifferent. He gently propped up his head and looked at him.

"Before coming here, I have already inquired with Uncle Yan Ming. The Sect Master is the most powerful and easiest to get along with in the entire Qingyun Immortal Sect, so I want to...take the Sect Master as my master."

He raised his head and glanced at Feng Jiuming.

But Feng Jiuming's expression did not change at all, instead it became more of a question of inquiry.

The young man understood what he was thinking and immediately said, "This is what Uncle Gu told me. He also said that the Sect Master is the most capable person in the future of the Immortal Sect, and there is no doubt that you will inherit the position of Sect Master. In his heart, you are also the only one he trusts the most..."

"Still calling me Sect Leader?"

When the young man heard this, he immediately knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted excitedly: "Master..."

A few days later, pleasant little voices rang out in the hall in the early morning. The sun shone into the hall, and the gentle light sprinkled on the person who was sweeping the floor.

“La la la la ~ I succeeded”

Excited like a bird about to fly

[Host, although you have been spared from the 100,000-volt electric shock, don't be too happy too soon. You are still a long way from your goal. Don't take it lightly.]

"Hey~ I'm having a happy morning. You come out to ruin my mood."

The boy grumbled in his heart angrily

[This system is taking precautions. Who made you so happy every day that you lost your mind? And tell me, if you really turned into someone else because of this, how would you complete the mission? Do you still want to go back?]

The young man was horrified when he heard this, but the system in his mind was very pleased with itself, as if it was because his words had hit the nail on the head.

"Do you think I would think what you think? I have already planned everything."

【What's the meaning】

"Remember the reward you distributed yesterday? There was something..."