After freezing the scene, Chen Shaojun found himself standing in a busy city.

In a dark alley in the busy city, Chen Shaojun saw a little beggar lying there.

His hair was disheveled, his body was dirty, and he seemed to be in a constant state of hunger, so that he was very thin and skinny, but his eyes were full of spirituality, stubborn and determined.

Beside him lay another skinny dog.

A man and a dog were lying there motionless.

People were coming and going in the busy city, but no one looked at the little beggar, and no one gave him alms.

Gurgling, a hungry sound came from his stomach. The little beggar was silent for a moment and took out the last bit of steamed bun the size of a fingernail from his arms.

He found this from a pile of garbage. The steamed buns were dry and hard, and there were even some yellow spots on the surface. They even smelled rancid, but the little beggar regarded them as treasures and kept them close to him.

With.

This is already his last ration.

The little beggar slowly brought the bit of steamed bun to his mouth. However, the moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly let out a long sigh. He turned around and handed the bit of steamed bun in his palm to the man next to him.

The mouth of a scrawny puppy.

"Eat, then leave after eating this. Live well. At least you still have hope of living."

"Woo~"

The puppy looked at the little beggar beside him and let out a mournful cry.

However, at this moment, a mellow and majestic voice suddenly sounded above the head:

"Little guy, what's your name?"

Chen Shaojun saw an old man in Taoist robes appearing at the entrance of the alley at some point, squatting down in front of a man and a dog, and extending his palm towards the man and the dog.

His eyes were full of kindness.

"Master!"
Chapter completed!