Villain, be good! I'm here to give birth to a baby [Quick Wear]

Outside a dark alley.

Amid the crowd, two children were running around playing and laughing. One of the children in blue accidentally tripped over a stone. He subconsciously grabbed the clothes of the other child, causing the half-eaten bun in the child in yellow to fall out of his hand, and both of them fell down.

The steamed bun rolled several times and fell into the dirty water, splashing a cloud of dirty water before rolling deeper into the alley.

"My steamed buns——"

The child whose bun dropped stretched out his hand, but before he could finish his words he was pulled up by a woman.

"It's so dirty! How many times have I told you not to run on the street? Why didn't you listen, kid?"

The child in yellow pointed at the steamed buns in the alley and was about to speak when the woman interrupted him, "They are so dirty, you can't eat them. I'll buy you some later."

At this time, the mother of another child in blue came over. She slapped her own child and scolded him regardless of the occasion: "You always cause trouble for me. Go and apologize!"

After scolding the child, she turned to the woman and said with a smile, "I'll pay for the steamed buns. It's my son's fault. He—"

The mother of the yellow-clothed child quickly waved her hand and interrupted the other party: "No, no, it's just a steamed bun, only one penny, you really don't have to pay..."

The mother of the child in blue continued, "No, you have to compensate for the steamed buns. My child..."

As the two women were pushing each other, the two children who had made mistakes looked at each other and rolled their eyes in tacit understanding.

No one noticed that the steamed bun that fell in the alley was gone.

……

Deep in the alley, under an abandoned broken wooden table.

A hunchbacked young man was taking big bites of a steamed bun he had just secretly picked up. He was eating with great relish. He was afraid of being discovered, so he deliberately turned his back to the alley entrance.

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by his ears, and someone was coming.

He hurriedly stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth in three bites, forcing it in even though he couldn't finish it. He hid shivering under the wooden table that was missing two legs.

"The place mentioned in the letter should be here, why don't I see anyone?"

A cold voice sounded, and a woman with extraordinary appearance was standing on a sword floating in the air.

She was wearing a white dress floating in the air, with golden bird feather patterns embroidered on her cuffs and collar. This was the attire representing the inner disciples of the Fengling Sect, the first sect of the immortal sect.

"Cough cough..."

There was a sound coming from the broken wooden table.

Lin Yan'er looked over when she heard the sound, and saw a wooden table with two legs missing leaning against the wall, and the table was shaking slightly.

She put away the sword at her feet and walked over slowly.

When he was three steps away from the wooden table, a dirty and smelly beggar crawled out from under the wooden table.

The man was half-naked, his hair was messy, and you could see bugs crawling on his hair. His face was unclear, and he was completely dirty, making people feel physically disgusted.

At this time, he was patting his chest until a piece of white food residue came out of his mouth, which could be vaguely guessed to be a steamed bun.

Lin Yaner couldn't help but frowned when she saw this: "You..."

The man mistakenly thought that she was coming to steal his food, so he quickly picked up the bun he had just spit out and stuffed it into his mouth. He also looked up at her cautiously from time to time, fearing that she would come to steal his food.

But Lin Yan'er still walked towards him.

This made the boy even more frightened. He shrank into the corner with no way to retreat, his pupils trembling, and he was still trying hard to swallow the steamed bun he had just eaten.

Lin Yan'er squatted down and smelled an unpleasant stench. She couldn't help but cover her nose with her hands and frowned.

The smell is so nauseating that I don't want to get close to it.

The boy's ears moved slightly and he became even more frightened. He curled up his body and tried to burrow into the ground.

Lin Yan'er's expression was a little complicated. She stood up and took a few steps back, raising the sword in her hand. The boy closed his eyes in fear.

Several sword lights flashed.

The boy immediately buried his head between his knees. After a moment, he found that he seemed to be uninjured, but his tattered clothes were all shredded.

Lin Yan'er put away her sword, walked over, brushed away the messy long hair behind his head, and looked at his back.

She saw a talisman pattern on his back, so she was sure that this dirty beggar was the person she was looking for.

Lin Yan'er's eyes darkened slightly. She smiled at the trembling boy and stretched out her hand, saying, "Hello, my name is Lin Yan'er, and I'm the only disciple of the current leader of Fengling Sect."

"Will you come with me?"

The voice was cold, yet gentle.

The young man raised his head cautiously. Although he was dirty, his eyes were exceptionally clear and pure, as flawless as if they had been washed by water.

His eyes were ignorant and innocent, with some white steamed bread crumbs hanging from the corners of his mouth.

Obviously he didn't understand.

So Lin Yaner patiently explained: "If you are willing to come with me, you will have endless steamed buns to eat."

Unfinished steamed buns...

The boy's eyes gradually brightened up, and he stuttered in a low voice: "Let's go...eat, eat buns..."

He carefully placed his dirty hand on Lin Yaner's fair hand.

He likes to eat steamed buns.

Seeing that the other person agreed, Lin Yaner smiled with satisfaction.

She asked, "What's your name?"

The boy's face wrinkled, as if he was thinking about this question seriously. Finally, he got an answer and said timidly, "Silly...silly..."

That's what the people outside call him.

But this was not his name. Seeing that he looked clueless, Lin Yan'er knew in her heart that he was indeed a fool as the letter said.

So she smiled and said, "Since you like steamed buns so much, how about I call you steamed buns from now on?"

Steamed bun?

The boy tilted his head and thought about it.

Then he nodded vigorously, he liked steamed buns.

"Well, from now on, you will be called Mantou."

After Lin Yan'er finished speaking, she let go of his hand.

She made a gesture and Mantou's body floated in the air. A white spiritual power bound him, scaring him so much that his face turned pale.

"This won't hurt you, don't struggle, I'll take you back to Fengling Sect first."

She then summoned the sword, which also floated in the air.

Lin Yan'er leaped up lightly, and a white spiritual power line extended from the sword and merged with the spiritual power on Mantou's body. When the sword rose into the air, Mantou's body rose into the air with it.

Sword flying.

This is a spell that only immortal cultivators would use.

Mantou remembered that he had heard from the people outside the alley that immortal cultivators were people with spiritual roots, very powerful, and should not be offended. If you offend them, you will die a miserable death.

Thinking of this, he suddenly didn't want to leave with the beautiful sister in front of him, and stammered:

"I...I don't want to eat steamed buns anymore..."

The wind whistled past, and his tiny voice was lost in the wind.