Please, Stop Thinking About My Strength.

He traveled through time and became a beggar, but he carried an ancient and powerful storage card in his arms. People are sitting at home, and pots come from the sky—— The monk who snatched his wooden sign had his hand cut off and cried for his senior; The sect elder asked for advice, and the health-preserving secrets he casually mentioned were regarded as magical skills; Even the emperor wanted to worship him as his disciple, just because he robbed the prince's roast chicken and was still alive and well. Lin Ye: "Stop yelling! I'm really not a hidden boss!" Everyone (star eyes): "The boss is being humble again!" Since then, Xuanyuan Continent has gained the most panicked "big boss" and a group of "believers" with incredible brain power.