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

【No】

The mechanical voice sounded quite complacent, but it didn't seem quite satisfied.

[This matter does not seem to be as troublesome as the host imagined, it just means literally]

"I didn't imagine it, it's just what it means literally."

[Then tell me, what exactly are you thinking about...]

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you still thinking about this matter or how are you going to report back?"

Ling Yun, who was standing aside, looked at Wen Baixu who was in a daze and gently pushed his shoulder. The evening breeze brushed across his cheek, and a refreshing fragrance filled his nose.

Wen Baixu couldn't help but... sneeze at this moment. "No... nothing, I don't think I can go back with you guys, I have something else to do."

He pointed to the woman standing by the tree.

Ling Yun looked at the woman with a worried look on his face.

"How about... Zifang and I go with you. Who knows if 'he' will suddenly show up, and you'll be helpless by then..."

Suddenly, the air around him seemed to quiet down, making Wen Baixu's voice even louder.

"Bullshit...I am the best in the world, unrivaled in the world, who told you that I am powerless?"

After saying that, he patted Ling Yun's cheek, then laughed loudly a few times. He then realized that everyone was paying attention to where he was standing.

"Hey~ Are you ready to make a big fuss? Which young man was so scared by my brother's voice during the first trial that he collapsed on the ground and dared not move? You are so shameless!"

"Hey, when you first met me, you were also so scared that you almost peed..."

From then on, it seemed that the memories could not be stopped for a while, and there was a lot of chatter on the field.

“Ahhhh~ That’s enough… I… That was my self-protection mechanism. Who told you that I was scared? I’m… normal… yes… super normal.”

Wen Baixu's face turned pale and blue, like a rainbow...

Just as they were arguing, a ray of sunlight rose from the east, and a gentle beam of light covered everyone. A few roosters crowed in the originally quiet town, and it seemed that everything had returned to the beginning of the story, and nothing had ever happened...

"Take a look, take a look..."

“Fresh greens”

The noisy streets that were once empty were now back to normal as if they had never disappeared.

"After sending you a thousand miles away, we must finally say goodbye. From now on, everyone should just..."

At the gate of the compound, a man in a black robe stood upright. He turned his head slightly to signal Min Yuansui, who was standing beside him with a slightly arrogant look on his face, to push himself a little closer.

"We have already wasted quite some time here. We cannot delay any longer. We must go back. The rest of our journey will start from here..."

"Let's go our separate ways. Stop bothering my brother... What are you looking at? I'm talking about you."

Min Yuansui, standing behind the wheelchair, was like a little animal protecting its calf, baring its teeth and protecting its food.

"Then you have to take good care of yourself."

Wen Baixu was about to go forward and hug Min Nanfeng, but suddenly remembered that this was not modern times, so... he clasped his fists and said

Min Nanfeng didn't say anything when he saw this, but just looked at him deeply, and followed Min Yuansui's actions and got on the carriage.

"Click, click, click." The carriage closed in time as the two people entered, and the horse led the two people towards the northwest.

Under the sunshine, as the carriage slowly passed by, a breeze blew up a corner of the window, and the unpredictable peach blossom eyes seemed to rise slightly.,,,,,

"These two finally left. The older one is so arrogant and the younger one is so spoiled. It's like they are taking care of a child."

Jiang Zifang, standing at the edge of the yard, put his hands behind his head and looked at the carriage going away with a relaxed look on his face.

"What about you? You are just like a child... Unlike me, who has lived for tens of thousands of years..."

"you...."

While the two were arguing like children, Wen Baixu, with deep eyes, turned around and said, "I'll go back to my room first," and was about to step into the yard, leaving the two elegant men grabbing each other's collars, staring at each other with big eyes.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

It was quiet all the way. After the door creaked open, Ling Yun's worried voice came from behind Wen Baixu.

"Ah! Oh...it's okay."

Wen Baixu is in a daze now, as if he has a high fever.

As soon as the voice fell, a delicate and cold hand lay across Wen Baixu's forehead, and there was a gentle breathing sound in his ear.

"You don't look like you have a fever, why......"

"Well...if I say...that there is a...most crucial...uh...person...who is missing...or dead...and now the original plot...no...the original plot needs you as a replacement, otherwise it will completely fall apart, I will also...and there are so many beautiful things...and...oh...I don't know how to explain it to you...I am so annoyed..."

Wen Baixu's face was filled with lawsuits, as if someone owed him millions. He rubbed his cheeks and looked at Ling Yun in front of him with a worried look.

But Ling Yun seemed to understand everything. He smiled and took Wen Baixu's hand off his face, patting his shoulder.

"Although I don't know what you are saying, in my eyes, everything you do has your reasons, and we will help you as long as you ask."

As he spoke, his eyes were like the gentle and quiet waves in a lotus pond, looking at Wen Baixu.

"Really? You don't think I'm a psychopath?"

Ling Yun looked at the person in front of him, walked up to him gently, and stroked the top of his head like he was stroking the fur of a puppy.

"A person's life is actually very short. A person will not have an absolutely smooth sailing life. During this period, you may encounter various things, just like your distress, but our life must go on, and you must look forward, not look back, and don't be full of sorrow. You have never been such a person."

As she spoke, she gently pinched his cheek and gently pushed him into the room to rest. He closed the door lightly, looked at the spring scenery in the garden, leaned against the closed door, and a smile spread in his eyes...

The night wind at the border rolled up gravel and hit the tent wall, and the sound of fluffy snow falling could be clearly heard. Twelve armored guards were nailed into two rows of stone sculptures outside the tent. In the light and shadow of the dancing torches, even the sound of the iron scales rubbing against each other was torn apart and swallowed by the north wind.

The bloody smell mixed with the bitterness of the medicine residue was steaming on the charcoal basin. The man was lying on his back on a white board, his chest without armor was wrapped with a three-finger-wide blood-red cloth. The powder of the wound medicine had condensed into a dark red scab on the wound, and there were still drops of blood slowly spreading along the bandage lines. The young soldier kneeling five steps away had a rolling throat, and the edge of the iron wrist guard was condensed with cold sweat.

"Waste!" The deputy general crushed the broken porcelain bottle into powder in his palm, and he didn't even feel the broken pieces piercing his flesh. When he opened the curtain for the third time to look, the military doctor finally pulled the corner of his bloodstained robe and said, "The general's knife wound has penetrated into the bone, and the knife is poisonous. If you don't bring the antidote, the general's life...!" Before he finished speaking, a suppressed cough came from the couch, and the bandage on the man's chest suddenly burst into a glaring scarlet.

The sixteen bronze lamp trees shook at the same time. The captain kneeling in the front took a half step and then froze. The sound of the hem of his armor brushing against the blue bricks made everyone's breathing stop. The deputy general's red eyes swept over the generals who bowed their heads in the tent. The scabbard slammed heavily on the low table, knocking over the medicine bowl: "I... It's all my fault... I'll find a way." The sound of heavy footsteps on the ground was like rocks falling from the top of the city.

The charcoal fire suddenly exploded with a few sparks, startling the messenger in the corner so much that he clenched the hilt of his sword. The water marks on his iron guard had already snaked to the grooves of his wrist armor, and it was hard to tell whether it was cold sweat or melted snow. Several generals' fingers with blood scabs pressed on the sword guard and trembled. Their eyes, which had not slept for 27 hours, were blue-gray, and their hoarse voices sounded like they had been rubbed by sandpaper: "If there is no reinforcement at 3:30 in the morning... you will give up my head and withdraw to the town, at least save the people of the town and... you"

Suddenly, the sound of a night watch broke the silence outside the tent, startling the crows that flew across the waning moon. The deputy general's words were stuck in his throat, and twenty-seven eyes in the tent were fixed on the moving lips on the bed. The moment the charcoal basin exploded, the cold wind that leaked in through the gap in the curtains rolled up snow and hit everyone's necks, and twenty-seven armored bodies trembled at the same time...