A hunched figure walked past the crowded street. The man was tall, but for some reason he was hunched over. His clothes were dirty and messy. His hands were exposed outside the clothes were already festering. His face was covered with scars. Most of the wounds were rotten, which looked extremely terrible.

The people who passed by him on the road were a little scared, subconsciously avoided, and the eyes of looking at him were filled with pity.

This year, the Twelve Halls were destroyed and the Lingyao Hall rose. The Twelve Halls originally occupied by them had been freed. The people in the major cities had lived much better. It is hard to imagine that under such a situation, there would be such a pitiful person. The man looked like a seriously ill beggar.

"Hey! That brother, there are hot buns here, so a few." A kind-hearted young man selling buns couldn't help but speak when he saw the man's sad appearance.

The man paused slightly, turned to look, and the face that had been rotten most of the time suddenly appeared in front of the young man. The young man was obviously startled, the smile on his face instantly frozen, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

The man quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at the other party again. He could only say in a hoarse voice: "No...no...I...no money..."

The sound was extremely unpleasant, as if someone had pinched his throat. If you look closely, you will find that there were wounds on the man's neck, and the skin on the edge of the wound was rolling, which obviously hurt his throat.

The young man swallowed his saliva and finally calmed down his mind. He glanced at his father beside him and saw that his father nodded to him. He immediately wrapped a few buns with paper, ran to the man quickly, stuffed the buns in his hand into his hand.

"No money, you can eat it. If you are hungry in the future, come to our store. There are no buns next to you, and you can still afford them." The young man said with a smile.

The man was slightly shocked, obviously not expecting to meet such a kind-hearted person. He could only nod in sobs, but could not even speak.

"I think you are hurt like this. You can go to the branch of Lingyao Palace where there are free doctors, and you will be treated for free." The young man said kindly.

After receiving this city from Lingyao Palace, the people lived and worked in peace and became rich, and they became more kind-hearted.

The man just lowered his head and nodded slowly. The word "thank you" that was almost unheard of inauspicious in his dry throat.

Seeing him like this, the young man didn't say much, just thought he would go to treatment.

The man held the hot steamed bun, picked up one with his rotten hands, and slowly placed it beside his mouth. The soft steamed bun was the most common food, but now it is more delicious than any delicacies in his mouth.

Two lines of tears slid from the man's eyes, his hunched back trembled slightly, suppressing the pain in his heart.

"Baoba!!" Suddenly, a strange sound came from the street. The man turned around and saw a woman and a pretty boy passing through the street. A big-eared rabbit and a round little sheep were following the boy. The little sheep bleated while bleating, as if very excited.

But when the man saw the boy clearly, he was stunned in an instant, and the steamed bun in his hand suddenly fell to the ground...
Chapter completed!