please!I don't want to be a villain!

A few months later, in a city in Zhongtian.

A 20-year-old man was sitting slumped by the side of the street. He looked stupid, and his body was even more scruffy. Someone threw a cake at him, and he picked it up and ate it.

The man kept muttering, "It's delicious!"

Looking at the man's appearance, people kept laughing.

"What a fool, this guy, don't know where he came from?"

"Hey, idiot, get lost, and I'll give you meat buns?"

Hearing this, the man quickly rolled over on the ground, he wanted to eat meat buns.

Seeing the man rolling over, the bun seller kept laughing.

At this time, a young man with a sword and a group of people passed by by chance, stopped slowly, walked forward, and slapped the laughing person, "I am stupid, but you are still teasing me!"

The crisp applause made the man who was laughing just now stop talking.

"Why did you hit me?" The man touched his face.

Without waiting for the boy to explain, another person on the side quickly pulled the man, and said softly: "This man should be from Hanming Mountain, so I can't afford to mess with him."

As soon as he heard the word Hanming Mountain, the man's aura instantly withered. This is a person from the Holy Land of the Dao of the Sword, and people like them who live at the bottom cannot be provoked.

"I'm sorry, I'll give him the steamed stuffed bun right now."

The man on the ground took the steamed stuffed bun, gnawed on it, and cried while eating, it was so delicious.

The young man turned indifferently and looked at the man on the ground, "Since your hands and feet are healthy, then you should make a living by yourself and eat less of this precious food!"

"But I'm hungry!" The man still swallowed heavily, unable to understand the boy's words.

At this moment, an old man and a young man came from behind the young man, "Junior Brother, it's time for us to go back!"

The boy was about to turn around, but the beggar got up instantly and followed him closely.

"Why are you following me?" the boy asked impatiently.

"Follow you to eat." The beggar man replied.

He had seen many people begging for food on the street, but it was the first time he had seen someone who dared to beg for food so blatantly.

Before he could get angry, another boy with oblique hair kicked the beggar first, and the beggar flew backwards in an instant.

"Junior brother, you can't be too soft-hearted! You are too soft-hearted!" the slanted-haired boy said.

Such a mortal, under his foot, basically has no way out, but how could he care about the life of a mortal?

"Young master, the ancestor said, don't cause trouble when you are outside!" said the chestnut-headed old man on the side.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, even if I meet the Holy Son of his sect, I'm not afraid!"

Just as the slanted-haired boy finished speaking, the beggar who was kicked out slowly stood up again and walked towards him again.

The old man instantly became vigilant, and his spiritual consciousness spread out, carefully examining the beggar in front of him.

"Holy Son, please back off! This beggar is a monk, I'm afraid he has a purpose!" The chestnut-headed old man helped the Holy Son, his eyes still sizing up the beggar in front of him.

The young man who had previously defended the beggar quickly took a step back and drew his saber from his waist.

"Can I go back with you?" the beggar man still asked, as if the kick just now didn't cause much damage.

"Who are you?" the old man asked cautiously.

"I don't know." The beggar man shook his head.

"What's your purpose? Say it!" the old man questioned, the coercion spread, and the strength of the peak of the seven realms was undoubtedly revealed.

The crowd on the street dispersed quickly, and they didn't want to be affected.

The scattered crowd kept muttering, "Is this person so strong? One of the two teenagers should be the Son of the Sword Sect!"

"It can only be like this! Otherwise, how could there be such a strong follower."

Although the atmosphere was tense, the beggar man still said slowly to the old man, "I want to eat."

For a moment, the old man also felt that the questions he asked were meaningless. The person in front of him was either really stupid, or he was unwilling to answer seriously.

The old man stepped forward quickly, grabbed Zhang Tianba with one hand, and looked into the sea of ​​anger.

This kid has at least five realms, but he doesn't seem to know how to protect his body with true energy!

Continuing to go deeper, what surprised him even more was that the boy's root bones were as transparent as he had ever seen before, but the meridians seemed to be partially damaged for some reason, and this kind of damage was definitely not caused by injury.

Startled, he let go quickly.

People with this kind of qualifications are at least the ones that all the holy places are vying for, even if they are holy sons, they are definitely more than enough, but how can such a person be a beggar on the street?

Doubt and surprise lingered in the heart of the old man at the same time.

"Where is your home?" the old man asked quickly.

"I forgot." The man shook his head.

"Then who is your master?"

"I don't remember, I don't seem to have a master." The man still looked stupid.

"That's fine, you kid, come back with us!" the old man said.

"Elder, why did you bring this beggar back? Our Hanming Mountain hasn't fallen to this point yet!" Shengzi said dissatisfied.

The old man whispered a few words close to the Son's ear, and the Son nodded repeatedly after listening, "All right."

"Junior brother, take him with you, let's go back." The Holy Son of Hanming Mountain said to his junior brother.

"Oh." Although the upright boy hadn't realized what happened, he still nodded.

An old man and a young man took the lead to fly into the sky, while the young man with a knife took out his magic weapon and took Zhang Tianba into the sky.

A group of people flew towards Hanming Mountain, the Holy Land of the Dao of the Sword.

The breadth of hell in the middle three days is not comparable to that in the next three days. Even if it is calculated by Baofei, the group still needs to spend a lot of time.

After flying for a long time, the knife-wielding boy still couldn't help asking the beggar man, "What's your name?"

The beggar man scratched his head, seemed to think hard for a while, and replied, "The egg is big."

He is not Lin Danda, he is Zhang Tianba, but just looking back at that, his spirit is no longer normal, and he can't even remember who he is.

After several months of bewilderment and stupidity, it finally became normal.

As soon as the man said it, the holy son beside him couldn't help laughing and said, "Hahaha, what a bad name you have! How could someone have such a name?"

"Holy Son, the name is given to the parents, you shouldn't make fun of it no matter what!" the old man said.

"Okay, okay, I get it, sometimes you are really annoying!" Shengzi Hanmingshan waved his hand.

"What's your name?" Zhang Tianba asked the righteous boy.

"Under Qin Lin, my father's surname is Qin, and my mother's surname is Lin, so I was named Qin Lin." The boy replied, and then asked, "Who gave you this name?"

"I...I don't remember." Zhang Tianba scratched his head, but he couldn't remember clearly.

"That's fine. Since the elder is willing to bring you back, then you should stay in Hanming Mountain honestly and don't cause trouble!"

"Is there food in Hanming Mountain?" Zhang Tianba asked.

"There is no shortage of food, but I have to be a monk, and I have always eaten less!"

"If you don't eat, is it possible that you are not hungry?" Zhang Tianba asked blankly.

"The aura of heaven and earth is abundant enough, so it's natural enough to absorb it." Qin Lin explained.

But at this time Zhang Tianba didn't understand him very well, and he still looked like a fool.