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

"Finally I got the chance. It turns out that the most dangerous place is the safest place."

A figure slowly emerged from behind the woman, one hand grasped her shoulder, the other hand held the dagger tightly against her fair neck.

"I forgot about you"

The woman shook her sleeves slowly, turned her head slightly and glanced at the person dressed as a maid behind her, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

In an instant, the person who was being held hostage suddenly disappeared, leaving only a puff of black smoke.

"Would you like to guess whether you can save him by holding me hostage...hahaha, and..."

I saw the black smoke looking around at the woman holding the knife, waving the knife, looking at the man in front of her with horror.

"Don't forget... you gouged out my eyes with your own hands, have you forgotten, Miss?"

As he was speaking, the black smoke that was originally floating in the air suddenly rushed towards the woman's eyes. With a clang, in just a moment, the woman screamed, then suddenly covered her eyes and screamed out

"My eyes... hurt... Mom... Dad, my eyes hurt."

The sound is like a hoarse crow, sharp but very unpleasant to the ear.

"It hurts? Your pain is not as important as your brother's. You see... they don't have time to care about you... Oh, sorry, I forgot you can't see now."

She pretended to be surprised and retracted her hand that was pointing forward, but her head was pressed tightly against the woman's ear, her eyes full of teasing...

The wind blew down from the ground at the other end of the corridor, blowing up a corner of the cloth that was originally covering the body. The person lying flat on his back with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and the cloth covering his face floated up and down slightly.

[Host, please breathe more lightly, otherwise it will sound fake]

"I'm not dead, and she just thinks she has stolen my vital energy, so a little breathing fluctuation doesn't matter."

The person under the white cloth blinked slightly and answered the words in his head.

[Then why don’t you just jump like a zombie? Get up. This system really wants to see the following plot. Just listening to it is too boring.]

As I was talking, I suddenly heard the sound of cracking melon seeds in my head.

The man under the white cloth rolled his eyes and was about to complain about this guy when he suddenly heard a "Ga~Ga~Ga~" sound in his ears.

Although there were not many sounds, just when he was about to let go of the heavy stone in his heart, the white cloth on his face was suddenly lifted up, and in the dark space, a few candles flickered and appeared in front of him.

"Ah~ ghost"

Wen Baixu waved his hands around under the uncovered white cloth and struggled to stand up.

"Sure enough, the old saying is true..."

With a playful look on his face, as if he had seen through everything, he slowly raised his face and looked at Wen Baixu steadily.

"Whores are heartless, actors are disloyal?"

Wen Baixu said something, but then he covered his mouth and looked at her in horror.

The woman's eyes seemed to become even colder, but after a moment a burst of laughter instantly filled the entire corridor.

"Hahahahahaha~"

The laughter lasted for a long time before it finally stopped. Her waist, which had been bent by the laughter, finally straightened up. She put her hands on her waist, and her long sleeves hung down at her sides.

"That's a good point, but it's not very appropriate at this moment, I have to change it."

Then he squatted down, lifted Wen Baixu's chin, and said, "It should be a male whore."

The tone was cold, but the eyes were full of smiles.

"Look at her, him, and them. Do you think what I said is right?"

As he spoke, he dropped Wen Baixu's chin, stood up, spread his hands, stood aside, and revealed the scene in front of him.

In the dark place, a person was constantly moving on the ground like a maggot, while two elderly people were anxiously reaching out their hands beside him, but they didn't know how to help. It was neither right nor wrong to reach out. On the other side, a woman covered her eyes and kept screaming in pain, but it seemed that her screams did not attract the attention of the two people.

"See? Now we can tell at a glance who is more important."

The voice suddenly disappeared from Wen Baixu's ears, and the charming voice of a woman rang out in the empty field.

"You two, make a choice, save him or save her. My patience is running out, and I don't have much time left."

The woman smiled and slowly took off the costume from her shoulders. The costume fell to the ground and the colorful headdress was also pulled off by the woman, forming a straight line.

"Although you've all been very 'nice' to me, someone has to take responsibility for some things. Who do you think that person is?"

The woman turned around and looked at the people in the middle. The people on both sides looked at them as if they had received an order.

"Mother...save me...I am your most beloved daughter."

A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the woman who covered her eyes, and the scene was silent.

After a moment, a firm voice came from the silent venue: "I...we choose her"

"Mother...Mother, did you choose my younger brother? Is that right?"

Although there was some doubt in her voice, she kept asking, hoping to get the answer she wanted most in her mouth and mind.

"Brother? Your idea is still too idealistic. I must let you see this good thing with your own eyes."

After saying that, the face that was close to her ear withdrew, and a thin, boneless hand covered her hand.

After a moment, the hand that was tightly covering his eyes slowly dropped down, and a pair of eyes with dark pupils looked at the two hands in front of him pointing at him, stunned in place.

"This is the ending. Are you satisfied? As expected, the one who is not loved is the final scapegoat. Are you ready... ready to go?"

As he spoke, the hand that was originally covering her slowly moved down, straight to her neck, and slowly tightened

"No... this shouldn't be the ending... I don't want to... I don't want to be the one who is abandoned... I don't want to..."

The helpless but firm voice of the woman reached the woman's ears. As if she had expected it, she stopped contracting her palm and spread out her other hand, and a dagger instantly appeared in her hand.

She slowly placed the dagger in the woman's palm and whispered in her ear:

"If you don't want it, do you know what to do?"

The woman tilted her head helplessly, but no expression could be seen in her dark pupils. She just opened her mouth slightly.

"Of course, the ending will be changed, and this ending depends on whether you are cruel enough."

The woman's voice echoed in the woman's ears for a long time, and she seemed to have made up her mind, clenched the dagger in her hand, and her face revealed a unique determination.

"Since you want to give up your daughter, don't blame her for being ruthless..."