Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The Third Young Master was filled with a macabre interest in the fire he had lit, and with great interest he threw everything he could into it.

He even threw in a long noodle that he had just dug out from the corner of the wall.

Zhang Chunliang saw the huge worm with bared fangs and claws emitting strange colorful smoke in the fire, and he was worried that he would be poisoned to death.

Such a way of dying is too funny in the world of horror games!

With a gloomy face, he asked the third young master to hook the insect out with a wooden stick.

The guy looked unconvinced, but he still dutifully pulled the bug out.

Then the dog sneaked around and didn't make any movement for a long time.

Zhang Chunliang looked at the bubbling soup and felt a little nervous. He made the food according to the method he usually used to stew soup for Shen Xingyi, and unconsciously took on Shen Xingyi's taste preferences.

I don’t know if the third young master, who has been eating all kinds of strange raw food since he was a child, can get used to it.

This strange young master is like a lazy big cat. He has a weird temper on weekdays, but you can still get along with him. However, if you accidentally touch his explosive point, he will be furious.

What if the soup doesn't suit his taste? Will he push his head into the soup pot? What if this guy resists eating human food just because it's not tasty? Although he knew that this possibility was very low, Zhang Chunliang couldn't help but think about it.

He touched his neck unconsciously. Although the pain he felt at that time was long gone, the feeling of being on the verge of death still left him with lingering fears.

Zhang Chunliang frowned suddenly, feeling something was wrong.

It's really, really quiet.

If a child is quiet, he must be acting like a monster.

Zhang Chunliang took a deep breath and turned around to see - the Third Young Master had knocked out a servant at some point and was now holding him by the collar and moving towards the fire.

"Put him down!" Zhang Chunliang screamed in fear.

Almost, just a little bit, his health was only left with 10%!

"You're really annoying!" The third young master yelled at his old father like an unfilial son in his rebellious period.

Zhang Chunliang almost burst into tears, and he tried to reason: "Didn't we agree that you don't hurt the servants within five days, and I will help you do various things?"

"He came here on his own," the Third Young Master said, somewhat unsurely, turning his head away, "He was peeking at me from behind the wall."

These lingering fellows are really looking for death.

Zhang Chunliang was also helpless. According to his guess, the servants were not really afraid of and obedient to the Third Young Master, but were trying every means to get close to and "eat" him.

He really didn't understand why there was a setting in the game dungeon where NPCs would kill each other, but at the moment, it seemed that the Third Young Master was a little stronger, so the servants were still cautious and only dared to attack him in secret instead of confronting him head-on.

But the system forced him to curb this power and instead help the servants who wanted to cannibalize the Third Young Master.

Zhang Chunliang vaguely felt that the game seemed to be targeting this big boss, but he didn't understand why.

The long steamed bun in the small pot was already emitting a strange aroma - after being cooked, the creature had no fishy smell at all, and was instead more fragrant than any fish he had ever eaten.

He scooped out two bowls while it was still hot and handed the bowl with more ingredients to the curious Third Young Master.

The third young master wanted to take the bowl, but shivered from the heat on the edge of the bowl. He pinched his ears and sniffed the rim of the bowl twice with Zhang Chunliang's hand, but did not smell anything unpleasant.

Zhang Chunliang was a little worried. He seemed to be having hallucinations. In front of him was a big cat that seemed to be in a good mood and was curious about something new.

If you fail to please it, your head will be bitten off in the next second.

Fortunately, the big cat didn't seem to hate the taste, and when the edge of the bowl cooled down, the third young master couldn't wait to take it and blew on it in small sips.

He was obviously a young master who was implicated by NPCs in the dungeon and couldn't even get a meal, but at this moment he showed an air of being spoiled.

Zhang Chunliang took a bite of the food in the bowl. The sweet meat was still chewy after being stewed for a long time. The seasoning made it more delicious. It whetted his appetite, so he started to eat.

He was sweating profusely after the meal, and after coming out of the pond, his slightly clammy and cold body expelled all the discomfort.

He raised his eyes to look at the young master who had suddenly become as quiet as a chicken, wanting to see his evaluation of his craftsmanship.

But this one glance made him frown.

"Master, if you really can't get used to the food, then don't eat it." Zhang Chunliang put down the bowl, his voice a little low and depressed.

The third young master held the bowl, his cheeks puffed up, and held the food in his mouth but did not swallow it.

He looked up at Zhang Chunliang, and for the first time showed a somewhat panicked expression, wiping his cheeks with his sleeves.

——I don’t know when, the third young master couldn’t stop shedding big tears, and all of them dripped into the bowl.

"What's going on?" The third young master muttered, wiping his tears in confusion.

Only then did Zhang Chunliang realize that there was no sadness in the Third Young Master's eyes, and he did not realize why he was crying.

"Poisonous?" He narrowed his eyes slowly and looked at Zhang Chunliang dangerously.

Zhang Chunliang's body stiffened and he quickly raised the empty bowl to prove his innocence.

"Hmm." The third young master looked at the bowl again, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't bear to give up the delicious food, so he continued to eat.

So Zhang Chunliang only saw this strange scene: a guy who was crying so hard that he could hardly breathe, and he drank the whole pot of fish soup while crying with red eyes.

Could it be that the fragrance made him cry? Zhang Chunliang thought shamelessly.

The sound of a night watchman was heard in the distance, which meant that his original working time was about to come.

Zhang Chunliang looked at the scorching sun in the sky with confusion, feeling a little puzzled.

When he first came, the sun had almost disappeared, but now it looked like noon.

This is another strange point.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Zhang Chunliang washed the pots and bowls in the pond and returned to the room with the third young master.

Before leaving, he glanced at the pond. There were faint ripples where he had just washed dishes, as if the water had not yet settled.

The third young master seemed particularly excited that night. Perhaps it was because the food had given him enough energy, but he refused to go to sleep and tossed and turned in bed.

But if he didn't sleep, those people who were supposed to come would never show up.

Zhang Chunliang thought about this and decided to give the Third Young Master another massage, which seemed to have a hypnotic effect on him.

As expected, after less than 10 minutes of kneading and kneading, the guy fell asleep humming, and the sunlight outside the house, which had just become dim, suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Chuanliang seemed to have grasped something, but before he had time to think about it, the door was pushed open.