Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang came close to the limp Third Young Master and coaxed him, "I can make you even more comfortable... Do you want to try?"

The third young master's eyes lit up and he looked up with an expectant expression.

"But I want to make a deal with you. As long as you agree, I will help you comb your hair every day." Zhang Chunliang put his hand into the third young master's hair and used a little skill to gently massage his scalp.

"Hmm." The third young master shivered a little. He leaned against Zhang Chunliang's waist and rubbed it, and asked dully, "What are you exchanging?"

Zhang Chunliang's throat moved, and he summoned up his courage and said, "Can you please stop killing the servants?"

As expected, the lazy aura of the Third Young Master disappeared. He straightened up, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes had become dark and terrifying.

Before he could say anything, Zhang Chunliang quickly added: "It's not that I won't kill them in this life, but I'm saying that for these five days, as long as you can persist in not killing anyone for five days, I will comb your hair and massage you every day."

He still needs to stay here for five days. After five days, he will naturally complete the task and leave the copy.

If he is not stopped, with the Third Young Master's killing method, his health points will be deducted by the system before today.

For this reason, he had no choice but to propose the deal.

Maybe it was because he felt comfortable being flattered, but the Third Young Master did not go into a rage and kill anyone. He just tapped the table slowly with his hands and stared at Zhang Chunliang expressionlessly.

Zhang Chunliang was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He guessed that the third young master was not satisfied with the deal and had begun to doubt his identity.

So he raised the stakes: "I, I can cook, wash clothes, and fold quilts. As long as you can agree to this request, I will be there for you whenever you need me."

The third young master frowned slightly, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes. Zhang Chunliang was clearly the one standing, but he was fixed in place by a heavy feeling of oppression, unable to move.

"I can tattoo." Zhang Chunliang exhaled, and handed over his last trump card. "My tattoos are very beautiful, and after tattooing, they will give you some strange abilities."

"Is it the same ability as the eye on your forehead?" The third young master calmly released a thunderous explosion that made Zhang Chunliang stiff all over.

How could he see it?! I had clearly asked the system to hide the tattoo pattern!

Zhang Chunliang frantically called the Holy Father System in his heart, wanting to find out if there was any bug.

The Holy Father System never responded.

"Deal." The third young master agreed to the transaction decisively without waiting for him to change his mind.

Zhang Chunliang was dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.

He finally realized that this guy was not angry at all, but was just trying to take advantage of him to gain more benefits.

That's right, servants are just ants to him, he would crush them to death if he is unhappy, but he doesn't necessarily have to kill them intentionally.

On the contrary, every time a servant died, it seemed like it was because the servant took the initiative to come forward and make this person unhappy.

So what happened during his coma that caused him to slaughter seven servants in succession?

Since the young master had not stepped out of his room for three days, there was no sign that the room had been cleaned by the servants.

So what were these servants doing when they entered his room?

"Do you regret it?" The third young master saw that Zhang Chunliang didn't speak for a long time and thought he was angry.

He thought for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and made a huge sacrifice: "You don't have to draw the eye on my forehead. It's a bit silly, and I don't really want to get it tattooed..."

"Okay, you can shut up now." A vein popped up on Zhang Chunliang's forehead.

He had not yet forgotten the deal he had just made, so he found two benches, covered them with soft blankets, and made a rough massage chair for the third young master to lie down on.

Zhang Chunliang first found some essential oils for washing his hair, helped him wash his hair, and then began to massage him carefully.

The third young master groaned as he was pressed, pinching and releasing the corner of his clothes. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly fell asleep.

Zhang Chunliang was a little distracted, so he rubbed him for a while. This young master didn't have much flesh on his body, so he felt hard to the touch, which made his hands a little sore.

At this time, the Holy Father System was finally online.

〖After system inspection, there is no virus invasion. The disguise is broken by the space NPC's own ability.〗

Your reaction speed is too fast. If you were faster, you could change the host, Zhang Chunliang muttered dissatisfiedly.

〖According to the system detection, the host has not completed the task of keeping watch for Feng Ruxu (the third young master). Please hurry up and complete it.〗

Zhang Chunliang seemed to have grasped some key words and asked hurriedly: "Why should I help the Third Young Master to keep watch? He is the biggest BOSS in this world. All NPCs dare not hurt him and let him slaughter them. Why should I help him keep watch?"

〖Host, please explore on your own.〗

It seems that even the Holy Father system cannot explain it clearly.

The essence of the Holy Father system's task release is just to judge who needs help the most in a certain space, and then obtain the strongest desire in the hearts of those who need help, and make it into a task for Zhang Chunliang to complete, so as to obtain the Holy Father's energy.

As for why the task itself was created, it naturally cannot explain it clearly.

Zhang Chunliang was a little discouraged. He picked up the sleeping third young master and put him on the bed.

Just now, he had signed too many unequal treaties in order to prevent this guy from killing his servants again. Now, he could only work hard to clean up the food scraps that had been rotting on the ground for three days.

He was halfway through his work when he suddenly felt very cold.

Everything around was getting dark. It should be around ten o'clock in the morning, when the light was the best, but the house was as dark as evening.

Is it going to rain?

Zhang Chunliang walked to the window in confusion and found that the sky had completely darkened, but there was no wind or rain, as if it were a still painting.

He frowned and stood in front of the window for a while, observing his surroundings. He felt that he was getting colder and colder. The rustling sound of leaves outside the window startled him. He was a little worried about waking up the guy in the house, so he quickly closed the window.

He groped in the dark in the room and found a few candles, put them in the lampshade and lit them. He should be able to leave in half an hour, but the abnormal weather made him feel uneasy.

He lay on the table, staring at the slightly flickering candle, and suddenly a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

There was clearly no wind outside, so how did the trees move?

No, the trees he saw in the yard today were not very lush due to lack of care.

But last night and just now, the outline of the row of trees he saw was unusually large, as if there were many strange shadows on it.

The words that the Third Young Master said to himself when he saw him that night suddenly flashed through his mind.

"All of you get out of here, I only need him here."

He wasn't crazy, he was actually talking to something!

Who was it? There was only one answer: those servants!

Why would the Third Young Master kill his servants even if he didn't go out for three days? Of course, it's because they always find ways to squeeze into this room.

What on earth do they want to do? Are they trying to kill themselves?!

The third young master on the bed had been silent since a while ago. Originally, he would mutter uneasily or turn over occasionally when he was asleep, but from a certain moment on, all his movements disappeared.

In order to prevent the noise of cleaning from waking him up, Zhang Chunliang deliberately lowered the curtains, hoping that he could have a good sleep.

But at this moment, his intuition told him that there was more than one person behind the bed hidden by the curtains.

He bent down gently, picked up the broom handle from the ground, held his breath, and walked as quietly as possible towards the bed.

Zhang Chunliang gently lifted the curtain with a broomstick, and the third young master was the only one lying on the small bed.

He lay quietly on his back, and everything seemed normal, except that the quilt was messy and had been mostly lifted up by him.

Zhang Chunliang stuffed his cold hands into the quilt and tucked the corners in.

He noticed that the Third Young Master's sleeping posture was particularly bad, and his hair became messy and frizzy after a while. So he sighed, knelt on the bed, crawled a few steps inside, and pretended to tidy up his hair.

Then he suddenly raised the broom and stabbed it at the bed beam!