I’m Really a Villain

Xu Zimo was slightly taken aback.

The door of the inn was opened, but from the outside, it seemed to be nothingness, and nothing could be seen.

Xu Zimo remembered a very old legend.

The legend about the Inn of Good and Evil.

It is said that there is a monster in this world called the Good and Evil Beast.

It loves good and hates evil, appreciates kind people very much, and often helps them.

But for those who have deep karma and do evil, it will never be merciful.

Later, it opened a mobile inn to serve the creatures on this continent.

When any kind person enters the inn, it will grant one of their wishes.

And if a wicked person enters, he will be sealed up, and he must satisfy a good person's wish before he can regain his freedom.

The Inn of Good and Evil walks among the five continents, and it has no fixed location or destination to be found.

But any good person who sees it can reach the sky in one step.

But the wicked, on the other hand, are terrified and keep a respectful distance.

This story was heard by Xu Zimo in his previous life, but he himself had never seen this inn.

Even its authenticity is up for debate.

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Xu Zimo looked at the inn that appeared in front of his eyes, put away the dark Tianhu, and then walked slowly towards the inn.

He looked at the flag fluttering in the cold wind, and finally stepped into the inn.

The body escaped into the void, as if entering another space.

Compared with the cold outside, the temperature inside is neither too hot nor too cold, very pleasant.

After Xu Zimo walked in, he began to look at it seriously.

The interior of the inn is not large, there is only one table with four chairs beside the table.

There is a burning stove next to it, and the whole body of the stove is full of raging flames.

Some water is burning on the furnace mountain.

The water was not put into any kind of container, it just appeared in midair out of thin air, and was boiled by the stove.

Seeing Xu Zimo staring at him, two eyes appeared on the stove.

He glared at Xu Zimo and said, "What are you looking at, you've never seen such a handsome guy like me."

Xu Zimo chuckled lightly.

In addition to the stove in the inn, there are many paintings hanging on the walls around.

Xu Zimo looked at it for a while, and most of the content on the painting was about the deeds of the Good and Evil Inn.

It is estimated that it was drawn by some people on the Yuanyang Continent, and it is quite fantasy.

In addition, at the front of the inn, there is a table made of ten thousand year old sandalwood.

A little girl with small horns was snoring on the table.

Her snoring was very loud, a bit like thunder from the sky, and bubbles were blowing from her nose.

The little girl had short white hair, and she was sleeping with her head buried in her arms. The atmosphere in the inn was very quiet.

As Xu Zimo stepped forward, the little girl seemed to have heard the movement, and the little girl slowly raised her head.

Her eyes are big and full of aura, and her face is a little baby fat, pink and tender.

Looking at Xu Zimo with a pair of black eyes, he yawned and murmured, "There's another guest."

She turned her head and shouted into the inn: "Mr., your guest is here."

As soon as the words fell, a small door hung with black cloth was pushed open at the front of the inn, to the left of the sandalwood table.

A middle-aged man with a very elegant demeanor came out wearing a Tsing Yi and a Lun scarf.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was holding a folding fan with a gentle smile on his face.

"Guest, you must know the rules of the Good and Evil Inn," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"I've heard some rumors about you, so I'm curious to come in and have a look," Xu Zimo replied with a nod.

"People who dare to come here are good people, so are you evil or good?" The middle-aged man stared at Xu Zimo and asked.

"Then, what is good? What is evil?" Xu Zimo asked.

"We have our own criteria for judging," the middle-aged man smiled.

I saw him wave his right hand, and the boiling water that was burning on the stove next to him turned into a stream of water.

It fell into the teacup on the table.

After the water fell into the cup, it was unexpectedly divided into two poles, one half looked very clear, and the other half was turbid.

The middle-aged man pointed to the teacup and said, "You can tell whether it is good or evil by drinking this cup of water."

Xu Zimo picked up the teacup curiously, and drank it down without seeing anything unusual.

When the glass of water entered his stomach, Xu Zimo's consciousness stopped instantly.

The picture in front of him went black, as if a mysterious force pulled his memory and forcibly turned him upside down.

This backward play belongs to Xu Zimo's memory, not only the memory of this life, but also the memory of his previous life.

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Looking back, Xu Zimo looked at the past scenes.

The failure and unbearableness in the previous life, and finally went through a lot of hardships, and died under the opponent's sword.

Even looking back, Xu Zimo's heart is still not in a good mood.

It has been said that the truly strong are those who can face up to the bleakness of life and past failures and be warriors in life.

But who doesn't want to go back in time and give themselves another chance to start over.

Xu Zimo's emotions changed from the ups and downs at the beginning to the end. Perhaps the memory allowed him to be on the scene again and experience the failures of the past.

In the end, all kinds of this life evolved in front of him again.

His emotions also calmed down, perhaps this can also be regarded as a change in mood.

When the scenes in the picture were over, Xu Zimo just opened his eyes, and his consciousness began to function.

He looked at the middle-aged man, who was sitting at a table beside him, drinking water peacefully.

"You can call me old man," said the middle-aged man.

"Am I... a good person?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.

"At first your expression was hideous, but then it gradually returned to normal. You have broken your mood and passed the test,"

The middle-aged man called the old man said: "This is the tea of ​​good and evil, all creatures who drink it.

All memories will be reflected in front of it, my standard of good and evil is very simple.

Anyone who can look directly at his own life and have a clear conscience is good. "

Xu Zimo smiled, and slowly sat down on the chair beside him.

"According to the rules, you can choose a villain to fulfill a wish for you, and finally you can return the villain to freedom." The old man said.

"Wicked man," Xu Zimo chuckled.

The old gentleman nodded, and then he waved his right hand again, and a cloud of fog enveloped the entire inn.

Immediately after Xu Zimo's vision changed, he found himself deep in a fog.

And countless cages appeared around the mist.

Each cage holds a creature.

These creatures have human races, demon races, or people of various races.

Some looked disgusted, while others slept peacefully.