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

The moon gradually slid down from a corner of the sky, and the faint light of the early sun gradually alternated with the moonlight, emitting a warm but cold luster.

The little man in his arms trembled. The person holding him gently pulled his cloak over him, wrapped him in his arms, and brought him the warmth that belonged to him again.

"Master...what should we do with the rest?"

Looking at the man standing alone in the white world with a dirty child in his arms, the gentle and kind woman beside him stepped forward and asked softly:

"Kill, leave no one alive"

As he spoke, he held the person in his arms and stepped on the snow, making a rustling sound as he walked forward.

"The rest should be burned, otherwise it might cause a plague or something, sister."

The rude woman walked forward, looked at the receding figure, and silently asked the soft-speaking woman

The woman didn't reply, but just nodded, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

"Yes" and then turned and walked towards the hellish village

The man held the child in his arms and slowly walked towards the carriage. The little person in his arms seemed to have recovered and was no longer trembling like before. He was snoring slightly and holding his waist tightly with both hands.

The man's eyes curved slightly, as if he had received some good news. A smile appeared on his eyes and eyebrows. He slowly climbed up the steps to the carriage and got behind the warm curtain...

In fact, at first he just thought that since he was going to die anyway, he might as well pretend to be dead. Maybe he would let him go like a blind bear when he saw a dead thing. But he didn't expect that he would be so persistent and insisted on chopping him to death.

Well, I'll be willing to die. But the situation turned out the other way around. I was saved by a young lady, but it seemed that she looked down on me. But... being alive... is better than anything else. As long as I'm alive, it doesn't matter if you look down on me or not. But... someone please save me. My old waist seems to be stepped on and I can't move.

Just as he was thinking of a way to remind the two people, a fragrant aroma hit his nose, and he turned over, almost suffocating, and was held in his arms, and a small quilt was covered on him...

At this moment, my cold heart was instantly healed. It seemed as if driven by instinct, I kept hugging the source of warmth. However, before I fell asleep due to the warmth, I kept repeating in my heart:

"This sister... has a flat chest and looks a bit like a Barbie doll. It seems she is a big exerciser."

As he was talking, he didn't care whether there was any danger or not and fell into a deep sleep, so he didn't hear what the man said.

The night completely faded its original color, and the warm and indifferent morning glow in the distance also faded its original shyness, slowly rising its owner, bringing its warmth to everyone in the snow, including the silver carriage running in the snow.

"Master.....how about I hold it for you? You've been holding it all the way..." the woman with two pigtails asked anxiously, her hand stretched out

The man sitting in the middle frowned when he heard this, and tapped the small table with his fingertips. The "tapping" sound echoed in the carriage again and again.

The other woman saw that the man seemed a little unhappy, so she quickly held her hand and smiled at the man apologetically, "Master, please don't blame me. I feel sorry for you for running around all day and you haven't had a good rest recently, so I want to help you break up the stress so that you can get some sleep."

“Being a teacher is not tiring”

His tone was indifferent, filled with alienation. He didn't blame anyone, and it was hard to tell how happy he was that his apprentice cared about him. He was like a person who was indifferent to the world, with no sadness or joy.

"But..." The woman with braided hair wanted to say something, but her hands were held down again. The woman who had spoken before shook her head at her, indicating that she should stop talking for the time being.

The woman with braided hair bit her lower lip and looked at the man under the cloak in the middle with resentment, as if she wanted to kill him with her eyes.

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Suddenly, an alarm sounded in the mind of the man under the cloak. He didn't want to care about it at first, after all, this dog system would have a seizure from time to time. But when he heard that his life was in danger at the end, he immediately thought of the huge amount of benefits he had not yet received, and he absolutely could not put his life in danger now.

He immediately opened his eyes and muttered softly: "What do you mean, explain it clearly, dog..."

"Dog? Dog what? And are you talking to me?"

A cool and indifferent voice sounded, and the cloak covering him, which he called a small blanket, was pulled open a little. At this moment, the two looked at each other.

The person who was holding the other tightly with a stiff body smiled awkwardly at the person outside the cloak and said, "Sister, I...I said I like puppies, yes puppies..." As he spoke, he scratched his head unconsciously with one hand.

"Really? You like puppies, even in your dreams?"

"Yes, I like puppies very much. I once had one. You don't know how good its fur is..."

As if she had found a topic to talk about, she let go of her arms that were hugging him and slowly exposed her body outside the cloak. Only then did he finally see the whole picture of where he was.

The whole room is decorated with antique designs on all sides, and there are steps wrapped in exquisite silk all around. The steps are covered with cushions, and a small tea table with exquisite carvings is placed in front of it. There is also a snow-white jade plate and jade pot on it. Two women are sitting on the left and right, one is gentle but with cold eyes, and the other is irritable and resentful.

"So now, do you like the puppy or this place?" A cold voice sounded from above his head.

The man still wrapped in the cloak slowly raised his head, and the man who was speaking gradually sat up and leaned on the cushion, looking down at him.

It was a face without any emotion, with white jade-like cheeks, a high nose bridge, and slightly narrowed eyes with a smile. At this moment, it had a huge impact on the boy's heart.

"You... are so beautiful, like an angel."

"Angel? What are you talking about? Are you still asleep? You little brat!" He threw a date at the little head under the cloak.

Although the dates are not big, it still hurts when they hit the head. The boy who was hit covered his forehead and cried out "Aiya".

"Xiaoyu, don't be rude," the woman on the left scolded harshly.

"Sister, he was the first one to stay in Master's arms and refused to come out. I didn't..."

"Don't say that. He is the Ninth Prince. Do you want to kill the master?" The woman glared at her, then turned to the person under the cloak and smiled apologetically. "Please, Ninth Prince, forgive my mistake for the sake of the master." She lowered her head.

"Ninth Prince?" The young man looked at the woman with a gentle tone in confusion and asked.

"Yes, you... are the Ninth Prince of the Shengqian Dynasty."

A deep and cold voice sounded, and the respect in the tone was self-evident.

"Huh? But... why am I there? Shouldn't the prince be in the capital? Could it be that I was kidnapped?"

"It's a long story..."

"Then just keep it short and get to the point."

The boy grabbed a corner of the cloak and looked up at the owner of the cloak.

"Well, in short, it's what you think." The owner of the cloak obeyed his wishes and briefly described it.

"But didn't you say it was a long story? That's it?"

"Didn't you tell me to get to the point, Your Highness?"

"Then isn't the point I made?" The young man shuddered slightly and looked at the man above in silence.

The owner of the cloak felt his trembling, frowned slightly, and looked towards the window unhappily.

The woman on the left seemed to have noticed something, and she reached out to close the window that had a crack, lowering her head in embarrassment. "It was my fault for neglecting it, and I should be punished."

"Next time you do it again, you will be punished yourself." The cold voice sounded again, and the body leaned diagonally on the cushion again.

"It's all your fault, huh~"

The braided woman was mumbling in a low voice, and the boy under the cloak felt as if he had suffered an 800-point critical hit. He looked at the woman with a little guilt.

"I answered your question, so you should answer mine too."

The boy came back to his senses, listened to the voice beside him, and said slowly: "I like it."

"Then what do you like?" A hand gently pulled open the cloak, revealing the boy's entire body.

The boy slowly crawled out of his cloak, crawled to the side, looked at the extremely lazy, androgynous face, and said something surprising.

“I like you….”