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

"Ahhhhhhh~"

A tragic cry for help resounded throughout the night sky, and a figure flew straight towards the black thing as if it was catapulted.

With a bang, Wen Baixu fell face down on the snow, with snowflakes flying all around him.

"Fuck you, you're such a bastard! You're just watching a show and you ended up bringing me here, and you threw me out without saying a word! You're such a dog..."

"Sir..."

A hoarse voice sounded particularly clear in the silent night. The face-down boy vaguely heard the voice, propped himself up, and climbed up, his face still covered with snow stains.

"Who are you?"

“It’s me…I’m…”

The man sitting in the dark was about to say his name when he saw the young man in front of him pointing his finger at his back with a trembling look in his eyes.

"Be careful, fall down quickly..."

The young man shouted with trembling fingers. She quickly stood up and rushed forward with one step to knock the black shadow down.

But there was a sound of breaking through the air, and a short silver arrow brushed the boy's cheek and flew towards the person lying on the ground. There was a "puff" sound, and it was obvious that the arrow had penetrated into the flesh.

Just when Wen Baixu was happy that he had finally solved the problem, he saw two silver sword energies flying towards him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the boy wanted to roll to the side, but for some reason his legs seemed to be fixed and he could not move.

Wen Baixu was extremely anxious at the moment. He really didn't want to die in such an unclear way again, but what was going on now?

He tried his best to pull his legs, wanting to move faster, but it seemed that his legs were not listening at all.

"squat"

A loud shout rang out behind Wen Baixu, and the moment the voice rang out, the young man immediately squatted down. At the moment he squatted down, in contrast to the fierceness of the two sword energies, a long sword flew straight towards the two sword energies and collided with them, causing a huge explosion.

Since the two swords were of completely different grades, although the collision caused a huge explosion and resolved the crisis, the long sword that was affected was thrown aside by the explosion and stabbed directly in front of the boy.

Wen Baixu was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, staring at the sword in front of him. Suddenly, he seemed to see a crack on the sword that was spreading...

With a crisp sound, the long sword in front of him seemed to be broken. Wen Baixu looked at the front tremblingly. Just as he was about to reach out to touch it, he heard a voice that sounded like a man or a woman.

"Hehehe... It was easy to get it. God really favors me. No thief can escape."

At this point, the boy was still in a daze when the black shadow teleported and appeared in front of him. He was standing in a cloud of black mist, and the black mist slowly stretched out a hand and pinched the boy's direction.

"Let me think... should I gut you first or strangle you to death first?"

After saying that, he slowly clenched his hands and shrank them little by little.

"Mmmm~ You... I have no grudges against you... why are you trying to kill me?"

The young man stuttered as he spoke to the black fog, but the black fog did not seem to want to hear his voice and only wanted him to die.

Just as the hand on his neck was getting tighter and tighter and the air was becoming thinner and thinner, the boy suddenly felt his neck loosen and his body, which had been in mid-air, suddenly fell down.

Wen Baixu could not care about Modo. The moment he fell to the ground, he desperately pinched his throat and kept coughing to relieve his long period of hypoxia.

At this moment, a deep voice sounded in the air, like a spell that frightened the black fog.

"You evil creature, stop being so presumptuous. You actually dared to commit murder and injure people right under the nose of Qingyun Immortal Sect. You are truly committing a heinous crime..."

Before he finished speaking, silver light flashed, and several flying swords flew towards the black fog. The black fog saw that the situation was not good, and it was obvious that these swords were completely different from the previous one. It immediately shot black fog at the flying swords. At the moment of the explosion, it turned around and turned into a black crow and flew away.

Wen Baixu, who was sitting on the ground and coughing, looked at the fleeing crow and stretched out his hands to call, but he only saw the flying sword in the air as if it had received some order.

With a few whooshes, it flew towards the inn.

The young man looked at the flying sword and was about to call out something when he heard a familiar voice beside him.

"Young Master, are you okay? It's all my fault for attracting that thing here. If anything happens to you, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."

The owner of the voice slowly walked in front of the boy, and at this moment the moonlight just happened to shine on his face, illuminating his appearance clearly.

This face clearly looks like that damn scumbag

Wen Baixu got angry when he saw his dishevelled and heartless appearance. Just as he was about to punch him in the face, he heard him shouting:

"Sir, it's me, I'm Cui..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of wheels rutting behind him. A group of people in black clothes surrounded a young man in a blue cloak and pushed a man in a wheelchair, slowly walking towards the inn nearby.

Wen Baixu was about to get up and call him to thank him when the men had already entered the store.

The boy's hands also dropped empty, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"Sir, since we are all staying in the same inn, we will naturally meet again one day."

The dishevelled man patted the boy on the shoulder and consoled him.

"What about you? Why are you here? Why are you being chased by such a weird thing? Shouldn't you be beheaded in public?"

Listening to the boy's words, the dirty man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and narrated to him in a low voice, and walked towards the inn...

Silence returned to the inn. A window facing the street creaked shut. A slender young woman bowed to the man sitting on a stool drinking tea.

"My Lord, didn't you intend to not intervene in what happened just now? Why did you intervene?"

Although there was a hint of respect in his tone, there was also a hint of intimacy.

"The purpose of watching a play is to have fun. If it's too outrageous, it's not a play anymore. Besides, not everyone can be unrestrained here..."

The woman nodded, looked out the window again, and when she heard no more sounds outside, she said

"If the Immortal Master knew that the Master was also involved in today's incident, then the Master would lose more than he gained."

The man holding the teacup paused for a moment, as if he had remembered something. A charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He gently brought the teacup to his lips, took a sip, and said:

"No, Master... you can't bear to kill me."