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

Wen Baixu cursed inwardly when he heard this. It was really not getting better at all. He was the most active in this matter.

A person walked into the aperture again, and the same scene reappeared. After a dizzy spell, Wen Baixu felt a bright sunshine shining on his cheeks.

Just as I was about to sigh in my heart, I felt a warm current on my legs.

Wen Baixu thought he had wet his pants, but when he looked down, he saw that the person who should have been looking at him with tears in his eyes was now having a runny nose, and his snot and drool were all over his trouser legs.

"Hey~ Whose dirty kid is this?"

Although Wen Baixu couldn't help but feel disgusted, he still put his hand on his head and rubbed it, and took the opportunity to gesture.

"Your name is Little Radish, you are so short"

“I’m not short.”

A tender child's voice sounded

“I am tall, and I will be taller in the future”

As he said this, he wiped his nose and sucked a small part of the snot into his nose, making everyone laugh.

Wen Baixu tapped his little head, picked him up, and just as he was about to walk forward, a pungent smell entered his nose, and the boy frowned slightly.

"Old man, where did you come from?"

Wen Baixu took a look at the hunched old man. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his whole body was gray.

The old man saw someone staring at him, so he turned around and said step by step: "I have been waiting here for a long time. It was you who didn't notice me. How can you blame others?"

"Uh...I..."

Wen Baixu's words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. He looked at the little guy in his arms, and just as he was about to step forward to apologize, he heard someone exclaiming from behind

"Wow, such a large tea field is really spectacular."

Wen Baixu looked in the direction of the sound, and immediately a large area of ​​emerald green appeared in front of him. The breeze blew gently across a large area of ​​tea leaves, making a rustling sound just like the sound of leaves.

"Are all these from the old man?"

Wen Baixu said as he turned around and glanced at the hunchbacked old man.

The old man looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot.

"If I had a few of these acres, I would be very happy, but now... forget it."

This is like an envious person who once had great desire for what is in front of him, but now seems to have lost all desire for it.

"Forget it, old man, do you not like tea... or do you not like people who grow tea?"

The hunched old man paused, then slowly turned his head, his pale face full of gloom. He glanced at the young man and walked forward in silence.

Wen Baixu looked at his back, with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Hey, this person is a little weird.”

The red-haired man behind him caught up with him and slapped the boy on the shoulder, causing him to tilt his shoulder slightly in pain.

"Hiss~ You are the weirdest one now."

While enduring the pain, he put the thing in his hand on the red-haired man's back and pressed it.

"What are you doing, is there something on my back?"

The red-haired man looked at him in surprise, with one hand constantly reaching behind him.

Wen Baixu rolled his eyes at him, ducked down and ran forward.

"Hey, is there any?"

The red-haired man used both hands. A tall man passing by patted his shoulder with a caring expression on his face and walked straight ahead.

The farce ended, and everyone followed the old man to the teahouse. Wen Baixu looked at this familiar place, and the hair on his hands stood up.

"Is it so cold? Or...?"

The tall Ling Yun walked up to him, grabbed his hand, looked at the hair on the back of his hand, and couldn't help but care about him.

"Uh, no...it's okay."

Wen Baixu quietly pulled his hand back, and just as the old man repeated his words, the young man suddenly had an idea. He used both hands to cover Ling Yun and the people in front of him with something, and pushed them forward hard so that no one could detect his intention.

When he squeezed to the front, the last one was also pasted. He wiped the sweat off his face and looked up at the old man.

"Since you say it's so rare and so special, can we drink it?"

The old man glared at him as if he had heard a joke.

"Were the cut ears stuffed with donkey hair? I just said that this tea is extremely rare and is only available to the rich and powerful. Ordinary people can't get it..."

Before the old man finished speaking, he saw a man at the back of the team covering the red-haired boy's mouth. He could only stare with his eyes and make a humming sound.

Wen Baixu looked back at them and said quickly

"Then old man, can we have a taste? After all, this tea is so rare, no one has ever tasted it, right?"

Wen Baixu seemed to be stirring up everyone's emotions on purpose, causing everyone standing in front of the teahouse to shout excitedly

“No, you can’t drink.”

The old man looked at the crowd in front of him shouting and quickly and firmly refused.

"Are you sure? An aged fine product will do."

“No, you can’t drink it.”

"Well, what a shame."

Wen Baixu had a frustrated look on his face and squeezed back to the back, but he felt a thorn in his back that followed him to the end of the team.

The young man rubbed his chin with his hand, and slowly gained some confidence in his heart, but this was not enough to complete the task, so when the old man assigned the room, he immediately picked up the little carrot and looked at the two people standing beside him.

The result is of course the same as before, the ridicule and fear of outsiders, but he already knows in his heart that this is only the first step, and the second step...

Showing up outside the house in the middle of the night

Although Wen Baixu was not used to wandering around this gloomy place at night, according to the last statement, the appearance of Xiaoluo and their four-person room must have attracted something, but what exactly...

As he was thinking this, a gust of cold wind blew, and just as Wen Baixu turned his head away, a series of tapping sounds were heard in the corridor.

The boy tilted his head and looked towards the corridor. He saw a dark shadow walking back and forth in the corridor. He could vaguely hear him mumbling something, but he was too far away to hear clearly.

Just as Wen Baixu wanted to get closer to listen, he took a step forward and heard a crisp sound of a branch being broken by his footsteps.

Wen Baixu was shocked, and the dark shadow in the corridor seemed even more frightened. He immediately ran in the opposite direction. How could the young man give up such a great opportunity, so he quickly chased after him.

But after following for a while, Wen Baixu couldn't keep up anymore. He stopped, put his hands on his knees, and gasped.

[Host, you are too weak. You can't catch up with him at this distance, you little dog~]

"You...you...hehe...I...am not...a thin dog...you..."

‘Click~’

A crisp sound was heard, but it didn't seem like the sound of leaves. Wen Baixu turned his head and looked around. Suddenly he found a familiar place - the lobby.

This place always smells a bit stinky...