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

In fact, the second before being hugged by the drunkard, Feng Jiuming just wanted to teach him a lesson, and he also wanted to pry open his head to see if there was any paste inside.

"The moonlight is so long that it penetrates deep into my bones..."

The drunkard kept mumbling something, and his hairy head kept rubbing against his arms.

"What are you thinking about all day long...I really don't know what he is..."

Before Feng Jiuming finished speaking, he heard a vomiting sound in his arms.

"Wow~"

Then there was a foul smell

Feng Jiuming looked bitter, and his beautiful eyebrows were wrinkled together.

He pushed the boy away and glared at him

The boy staggered back a few steps, looking at the guy in front of him with a dazed look. His eyebrows could kill a fly. He looked at his ice cube and turned angry. He pointed at him and said unsteadily:

"Hehehehe~ The little old man leader is a little old man~ No wonder... No wonder..."

"No wonder..."

Feng Jiuming slowly suppressed his surging emotions and looked at the swaying

"No wonder..." Wen Baixu narrowed his eyes, pointed at the person in front of him with his finger dangling, and staggered towards him, but when he was less than half a meter away from him, he covered his nose and looked at him with displeasure.

Looking at the young man's appearance, Feng Jiuming was furious.

"Your look makes me feel like a dirty thing"

Feng Jiuming pulled at his stained shirt unhappily.

"Well, you stink, you're dirty... dirty..."

The young man danced and pointed at him and said loudly

"Try to say it again..."

If the boy was awake, he would definitely hear the dissatisfaction and determination to kill him in this voice.

Unfortunately, there is no if... This crazy look seems to be a common behavior of drunk people, just like a guilty person will always use countless lies to cover up his inner feelings.

Feng Jiuming looked at him quietly, then slowly walked towards him.

The boy was still swaying left and right.

"I don't know who taught you to be like this."

Feng Jiuming walked closer, grabbed the back of his head, and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Who taught you~ Hahahahaha, if you beg me, I will tell you..."

The boy broke free from his restraints and jumped to a place one meter away from him. He pointed at his nose with an exaggerated expression, then pointed at him.

"Ha~"

Feng Jiuming glanced at him with cold eyes and slowly turned around.

"Hey~ Why don't you ask? Don't leave..."

Wen Baixu spoke vaguely, and quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Just as Feng Jiuming was about to leave, he felt a strong force coming from his hand, forcing him to stop. He turned around and looked at him, his expression changed from indifference at first to a playful smile later.

"I hope you don't let go until... it falls down"

He pointed to a sword above his head.

Wen Baixu looked around in confusion and looked at Feng Jiuming with a bewildered look.

"Are you sure you won't let go?"

Feng Jiuming looked at the young man holding his hand in front of him, looking at him fearlessly, and seemed a little confused.

"Aren't you afraid you'll die..."

Feng Jiuming's face returned to its cold state, and the corners of his mouth calmed down.

"No, I'm really afraid of death, and I'm also afraid of pain... You know what? I died once, and..."

Wen Baixu pulled Feng Jiuming closer and waved his hand in front of his eyes, but as if he had thought of something, his eyes were full of fear.

"You know that feeling where you hear a clang and then feel a sense of weightlessness, and you're slammed into the wall, and then a big, greasy piece of meat is pressed on you, and you can't do anything but watch your life slip away bit by bit... This feeling might as well be killed with a knife..."

"Then why don't you try..."

Feng Jiuming's mouth curled up again, and he was holding a sword in his hand.

The sword shone with a cold light under the moonlight.

The cold light flashed across the boy's eyes, causing him to close his eyes.

"Are you serious?"

The boy seemed to have regained some sanity, and asked with his eyes half open.

"Then when do you think I am not serious?"

As he spoke, he raised his long hands high up, as if they were about to fall down at any moment.

The young man stared at the person in front of him, forgetting to avoid him for a moment.

Suddenly, a voice behind him shouted, as if talking in a dream, but it suddenly woke the boy up.

The young man quickly came to his senses, dodged to the side, pointed at Feng Jiuming who raised his hand high and said

"You...you are murdering your own disciple, no...you are shameless"

The voice was slightly stuttering, as if it was very scared.

"I, however, obey your wishes. Where did you see that I am shameless, and..."

Feng Jiuming raised his eyes slightly, opened and closed his lips and said

"I am only helping you. I am a man of my words. Besides... maybe you can be reborn into a good one..."

As he spoke, he slashed the knife towards Wen Baixu's body.

The young man didn't think about anything else, but just dodged to the side of the two men and successfully avoided his fatal attack.

"This.....was taught to you by that drunk fox over there."

After saying that, the cold blade slashed in his direction, and the young man ran towards the hall without even thinking about escaping, running towards the depths of the curtain. At this moment, the moon was round and bright...

Behind him, he could only hear the sound of knives rubbing against the ground. The man smiled with bloodshot eyes and walked in the direction he ran away.

Wen Baixu disregarded the carelessness and pushed open the door. What he saw was a rockery. It seemed to be a garden, but he didn't have time to care about Modo. He could only keep running back. Although the flowers in the garden seemed to move a little when he ran away,

The sound behind him was getting closer and closer. Wen Baixu's breath became unstable as he ran, and he suddenly felt tired.

"What is this, revenge? I'm just saying it..."

[Host, Feng Jiuming's condition seems to be wrong, and today is a full moon night]

Wen Baixu looked up at the half-covered moon, feeling a little confused. But before he could think of anything, he heard the sound of a knife scratching the ground. He could already foresee what would happen to him if he was caught.

"My little disciple, let the master look for you. Let's see if you are good at hiding or if the master is good at finding you. If I find you, I will fulfill your wish... I am a very good person..."

As he was speaking, the hair on the body of the person in the originally small space suddenly stood up when he heard this. He was spying on the movement outside while turning to the other side of the sound, but the next second...

His body froze, his neck turned stiffly little by little, and he heard a chilling voice in his ears.

"I found you, little prince..."