He is Very Gentle

Five men were gathered inside a dim, cramped room.

Qiao Qianzhi added a pair of chopsticks and a bowl for Zhao Xidong. The task of guardian was hard, so he deserved such treatment.

Zhao Xidong finally go to taste the coveted food of Elder Qiao and was almost moved to tears.

A big red ham in sauce slid into his stomach, and a glass of fine wine burned his throat.

"Cool!"

He heavily slammed the cup down on the tabletop, feeling a great sense of pride.

"Pah!"

There was a crunching sound that clearly hadn't come from the tabletop.

The four people next to him froze and looked at Zhao Xidong and then behind him.

Zhao Xidong's heart skipped a beat.

"No way, not again!"

He turned his head with difficulty and found that the bead above the "Twelve Beads Spiritual Curtain Plate," which had lost its protective power of the barrier, was cracked and appeared dim.