Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Okay, go and gather your strength, kid." Ting Ying patted Zhang Chunliang, who was a little dazed, and said, "I hope you will consider my suggestion carefully. After all, based on your performance during this period, if you rashly leave the dungeon like this, you may die miserably."

Zhang Chunliang frowned and looked at her, feeling that there was something else behind her words. Was she threatening him that he would be killed if he didn't join them?

Looking at Tingying's malicious smile, Zhang Chunliang felt a little puzzled.

But he didn't have much time to think about these things, because in a few hours, the Evergreen Banquet would be held.

But he still hasn't figured out what kind of food to make.

According to Tingying, he now only needs to get back the copper coins he gave to others and complete a task they proposed, and then he can leave here.

He had given all his copper coins to a group of little beggars. Now it was simply a fantasy to find them, let alone complete the so-called task.

Tingying didn't seem to care about the next task. She only wanted to be the bait and take the third young master away. Once the power to maintain the operation of the copy disappeared, the copy would no longer exist.

What would happen after that? Would she show mercy and take him out as well, or would she turn her back on him and let him disappear along with the copy?

Zhang Chunliang, if you pin all your hopes of survival on a stranger, I will look down on you myself.

Zhang Chunliang had a blank expression on his face and clenched his fists.

This is only the first copy, and he has been trapped in a dead end. He can only rely on others to survive. Even if he is lucky enough to leave here, it will only postpone his death. What is the point of him making this trip?

He is a child who grew up in desperate situations, not to mention that he has the Holy Father System in his hands.

During this period, because he helped the third young master to keep watch every day, his points were constantly increasing.

It's just that he now has points but no way to use them. He and the system are just two stowaways, and being too conspicuous will inevitably bring disaster.

However, the system promised him that once he successfully passed this copy, the accumulated energy would allow it to be upgraded, and the points he could use would then increase accordingly.

At this point, he could only try his best to save the situation. His "Eyes of the Thorn Witch" tattoo had become ineffective, and he was unable to decide what the new tattoo's ability would be.

Should you choose a defensive attack type tattoo to help yourself resist the unexpected changes that may occur on the last night; or choose a benefit type tattoo so that you can make food that satisfies the citizens as much as possible?

The appearance of Tingying and her mysterious teammate made him decide to give it a try. He decisively gave up all defensive and offensive tattoo abilities and turned to think about the mission itself.

While they were resting, Zhang Chunliang recalled the images of the kitchen god in several famous folk legends in the real world. After finalizing the designs on straw paper many times, he finally chose the most popular image and carefully tattooed it on his left arm.

The system once told him that rather than saying that the system itself gave energy to the tattoo pattern, it would be better to say that the system was only stimulating the power of faith in the tattoo itself.

Once the existence of something is recognized by the public, its existence becomes "real".

Therefore, Zhang Chunliang tries his best to choose the most well-known patterns as tattoos in order to stimulate the most powerful power of tattoos.

Following the prompt from the Holy Father System in his brain, Zhang Chunliang's scarlet tattoo turned blue, and the last energy in the tattoo gun disappeared.

Wang Gui's flesh, blood, and soul were all annihilated in this copy. An unwilling wail seemed to be heard in the void, and then it disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Chunliang couldn't describe what was in his mind. He seemed to have an intuition that could make the food taste absolutely delicious. For example, when to put the ingredients into the pot and when to start cooking, he was confident that he could maximize the flavor of the ingredients.

He suddenly had an inopportune thought that if he could cook another meal for the Third Young Master, that guy would definitely be so intoxicated by the fragrance that he would do whatever he said.

At that time, there was no need for Tingying's so-called bait. The third young master would jump to wherever he pointed.

He was amused by his own imagination and subconsciously looked up at the sky. He didn't know when the scorching sun in the sky was completely covered by dark clouds.

In the afternoon, the house became dark and needed lighting.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Tingying lowered her voice and said outside the house: "Let's go, little Saint Father, it's time for us to get on the road."

Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, then stood up and pushed the door open to walk out.

What kind of Changqing Banquet is this? This is clearly the Hongmen Banquet.

The way to leave the beautiful monk's courtyard is to jump into the well in the courtyard.

Zhang Chunliang totally couldn't understand this strange way of entering and exiting.

When he thought about how he had just come to this world and washed the prop "Human Skin Zen Robe" with the water from the pool of ten thousand corpses, and even put it on himself later, he felt numb in his heart.

But now he finally understood why the food he ate at the beautiful monk's place did not cause him to become a citizen here.

He came across the only two safe drinking water sources in the City That Never Sleeps. Thinking about this, he didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

"Hold your breath, close your eyes, and don't panic no matter what you see. They can't hurt you."

Tingying patted his shoulder and motioned him to look into the well.

The well was terribly dark and deep, like a tunnel leading to another world, which inevitably reminded Zhang Chunliang of an unpleasant experience.

Tingying told him that if he wanted to leave the copy using the key, the last step was to throw the copper coin obtained from others into the well, silently recite "leaving the copy" in his mind, and then the wellhead would briefly turn into a tunnel connecting to the system space.

Zhang Chunliang lay on the edge of the well, unable to see the water ripples in the water. He picked up a stone and threw it in. It took a long time before he heard the sound of water splashing.

"Are you a real man? You're so nagging even when jumping into a well." Ting Ying sneered coldly, "After all, you're just guarding against us. Are you afraid that this is a trap and you'll die if you jump in?"

Zhang Chunliang coughed awkwardly. The shadow in his heart had not dissipated, and he really couldn't let down his guard against these two people.

Before he could come up with an explanation, a large hand grabbed his collar without any hesitation, jumped past him and pulled him into the well.

"Hey...! Hey! Wait a minute, I'm not ready yet! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zhang Chunliang's terrified screams echoed at the wellhead for a long time.

"Look at what he's doing, what a coward!" Tingying laughed loudly at Zhang Chunliang who was dragged into the well by a mad dog. He supported his body with one hand and prepared to jump into the well.

The beautiful monk behind him suddenly seemed to think of something and cried out "Ah".

"I've seen him... Last time, he lost a... copper coin here..." The monk muttered a few words and tilted his head in confusion.

When Tingying heard this, she froze for a moment.