Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Seeing his slightly defensive look, Tingying burst out laughing.

“Don’t be so nervous, kid.” She lowered her voice deliberately, as if imitating the villain on TV. “If I were really a villain, I would have been killed by your righteous friends when I was talking so much nonsense to you.”

"What's going on?" Zhang Chunliang was almost losing his temper because of her. He could only raise his hands and ask like begging for mercy.

"Little friend, let me tell you one more thing. Any information that seems to be readily available will come at a price."

Zhang Chunliang asked earnestly: "Then what do I need to pay?"

The reason why he was willing to deal with Tingying for so long was, firstly, because this information had been bothering him for a long time and he really wanted to know the answer; secondly, because he was trapped in a dead end. Tonight's Changqing Banquet would be the date of his death, and Tingying's appearance gave him the only chance to survive.

"join us."

"Huh? Your guild? Judging from the attitudes of those players, they can't even get in if they want to. You don't have to ask me to get in."

"Don't play dumb." Ting Yingwen's tone was still smiling, but it had sunk, like a threat, but also like a joke.

Zhang Chunliang felt a little helpless. He could indeed see that something was wrong with Tingying.

Among the dozen or so players in the same group, no one could use props to clear a path as Tingying did. He had been in this game for so many days, and only when his life was hanging by a thread did he reveal his ability and get a disguise prop.

It is conceivable that in the dimension of Game House, props seem to be a very precious existence.

Then it is quite intriguing that Tingying has so many props.

There are two possibilities, she is a robber or a thief.

Otherwise, it is hard to imagine how she got so many props on her own.

Now, this dangerous person who is most likely a hidden criminal is willing to use the condition of leaving the copy as bait to make him become an accomplice.

This in itself is a dangerous thing.

"Why me...?" Zhang Chunliang couldn't help but ask this question.

"Because you are loved by him." Tingying seemed to know what he meant, and answered very happily and straightforwardly.

"Him?" Zhang Chunliang was a little dazed. In this copy, only one person showed an obvious preference for him.

The Third Young Master, the once god-level player, is now a fragment of his soul.

"Are you trying to use me to attract his attention and set a trap to capture him?" Zhang Chunliang, this harmless good guy, spoke sharply for the first time. He couldn't tell why, but he suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.

"Of course, after so many years, it's really rare to see someone who can attract him so much." Tingying sighed, looking Zhang Chunliang up and down as if he was looking at some rare species.

"We have found many handsome men and beautiful women to try to seduce him. There are countless people who are stronger and more beautiful than you, but he didn't even look at them. I once thought he was asexual and had no interest in the humans in this world." Tingying's tone was quite strange. It didn't sound like he was discussing a dungeon BOSS, but rather like he was teasing an old friend.

Her surprised look made Zhang Chunliang feel creepy.

"I didn't expect that after being torn into so many pieces, the iron tree could still bloom." Tingying laughed sarcastically, as if he was talking to someone who didn't exist.

"I don't understand what you are saying." Zhang Chunliang already had an impossible guess in his mind. He stared at Tingying, not knowing whether he was expecting or nervous.

"You can understand, and you must understand." Tingying's face turned cold and his eyes were grim.

"The beast from Game House used despicable means to break his promise and tore our boss into pieces, hoping to use his power for his own benefit. There is no such good thing in the world."

Boss...? Who is she talking about? Is it the Third Young Master's true form, the god-level player?

"After the 'blasphemy' incident, our organizers hid their identities and sneaked into various gaming guilds, waiting for an opportunity to rebuild the throne for our god."

"Blasphemy" is their evaluation of the player who was betrayed and killed by Game House. What a terrible and fanatical belief it takes for a group of people to call him a "God".

Zhang Chunliang was shocked and stood there speechless for a moment.

"A month ago, our 'prophet' received instructions in a dream that the opportunity we have been waiting for will appear soon. As long as we seize this opportunity, we will be able to revive him."

Tingying let out a breath, she seemed to recall some scene, her expression was sarcastic.

"We detonated the 'bomb'. We took away all the items that could be found in those guilds. From that day on, everyone was ready to enter the dungeon where the boss' soul fragments were. "

"Until now, hundreds of us have been killed in those copies, but we still haven't waited for that opportunity."

"Until I met you."

Tingying's eyes were deep, and when he looked at Zhang Chunliang, it was as if he had a tremendous force.

"I never intended to harm you from the beginning to the end." She said bluntly, "If I really wanted to kill you, you should have died when you slept next to me on the first night. I really wanted to take you out of the dungeon. You saved me, and I never like to owe others."

"You told me to stay away from the Third Young Master that day. This was not advice, but a test, right?" Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes, feeling it was unreasonable.

"Yes, when I found out that the Third Young Master had a special preference for you, I was ecstatic. My intuition told me that you were the turning point, but I had to make sure that you were someone worth pinning my hopes on."

"If I really listen to you and try to find a way to leave the Third Young Master, will you kill me?"

"No." Tingying was very frank. "I will do my best to brainwash you, and use poisonous insects to control you if necessary, but until then..."

"By then, I will no longer be myself." Zhang Chunliang controlled himself not to imagine the consequences, his heart pounding. "I am very important to you, or rather, this body of mine that is inexplicably liked by the Third Young Master is very important, so when that half-headed man wanted to kill me, you helped me out."

No one answered, and no one asked any more questions, and the atmosphere became quiet for a moment.