Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang suddenly thought, this copy of the city that never sleeps has a cycle every 10 days, so does the third young master's memory cycle countless times or does it always exist? Does he know about the steamer?

In the countless times that players have entered the dungeon in the past, how many times has he been roasted on fire?

Or in other words...how many times had he been torn apart and eaten by these citizens?

He didn't dare to think further. An incomparable anger surged into his heart. His hands and feet trembled and he exhaled heavily.

"Beast..." He didn't know who he was scolding. Normally, he had a good temper and rarely got angry. But these few days, because of a villain boss he had only known for a few days, he frequently felt a sense of anger and sadness in his heart. It shouldn't be like this, but he didn't know why his heartstrings were always pulled.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! In half an hour the boss will be steamed!"

In half an hour the chef competition would end. It seemed his guess was correct.

At this moment, there was suddenly a chaotic noise outside, the sound of broken pots and pans, screams and roars broke through this simple utility room. Soon, there was an almost earth-shattering vibration, which shook the people in the house to stagger around. The dust that had just been dug out on one side made the whole house gray.

Zhang Chunliang fell to the ground, coughing so hard that his lungs almost burst.

The little beggars stopped what they were doing, knelt on the ground and looked at each other in shock. As soon as the aftershocks stopped, they quickly rushed into the tunnel.

"Run! Have we been discovered?" They were like rats stealing oil, nimbly crawling into the hole.

Zhang Chunliang protected them and stared vigilantly at the door which was slightly tilted due to the shock.

But until all the little beggars left, the door showed no sign of opening.

The citizens of the city did not notice that someone was secretly poaching their talents.

It seems very likely that Mad Dog and Tingying are creating the chaos.

Zhang Chunliang stared at the half-punctured hole in the ceiling, thinking quickly about what to do next.

The temperature around them gradually dropped, and the stove seemed to have gone out. It was not known whether it was Mad Dog or Ting Ying who did it, but they at least bought him some time.

Zhang Chunliang felt in his pocket, where there was a piece of soft cloth. It was an armband proving his identity as a chef, which was rudely stuffed into his pocket when he entered the final audition venue just now.

He tied it around his left arm, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open with force. The brown dust once again filled the room.

The situation outside the door was even worse than he had imagined. The earthen walls of the building were already shaky and seemed to be about to collapse in the next second. Under the collapsed brick walls were scattered all kinds of items, and occasionally pale broken limbs could be seen.

He couldn't help but be astonished by the destructive power of this "blasphemous" organization. As expected, the players who dared to fight against the game mastermind were all extraordinary characters.

The little beggars have been digging at the ceiling. It seems that the third young master should be on the floor above him.

Zhang Chunliang stepped over his broken leg without changing his expression and ran up the half-collapsed stairs. In the chaos, few people noticed him.

He actually found the room where the third young master was suspected to be imprisoned so easily.

The strange thing is that there is no guard at the door.

This is unreasonable. As the center of the entire copy and the protagonist of a big dish that will be used by the citizens to celebrate the festival, this place should not be empty.

Zhang Chunliang suppressed his suspicion and gently pushed the door open a crack.

The room was pitch dark.

"Third Young Master, are you in there?" Zhang Chunliang asked tentatively.

"Oh, it hurts so much..." A weak voice came from the corner. The voice seemed to be in extreme pain, and the voice of pain made it difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

He knew that the Third Young Master had always been a bit squeamish, but with him in so much pain, it was hard to imagine what kind of serious injury he had caused.

Zhang Chunliang felt nervous and wanted to go inside.

“Oooh, it hurts so much… It hurts so much, let me die…” Such painful groans came from another corner of the room.

This was like a signal, and the extremely shrill cries rang out one after another in the dark room.

"Help me, help me! Why does it hurt so much? Why does it hurt so much! Ah! Ah!"

The voice became sharper and sharper. It was no longer a cry for help, but instead became a terrifying sonic weapon. Zhang Chunliang, who was caught off guard, quickly closed the door, but still felt warm liquid flowing out of his ears.

His eardrums were ruptured.

Just then, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

Zhang Chunliang's whole body was covered with hair. He subconsciously took out the tattoo gun and swung it backwards, but was stopped by a strong arm.

He looked over in shock and saw the tall mad dog covered in blood. It was holding one of his arms and looking at him with a frown.

He seemed to open his mouth to ask Zhang Chunliang something, but Zhang Chunliang could hear nothing.

Mad Dog looked at his confused expression, his face changed, he turned his body and looked at his ears.

Blood was constantly flowing out from there, and it was obvious that it had lost its ability to muffle the sound.

Zhang Chunliang was a little depressed. He felt that his performance tonight was terrible. He was reckless, stupid and impulsive. In order to save the third young master, he even abandoned the entire team's plan.

At this time, he was still tasked with cooking for the Changqing Banquet, and there were less than 40 minutes left before the end of the task.

His stupidity was going to kill everyone. If he hadn't been so impulsive to come and save the Third Young Master, he might have used Pure Blood Pork to poison all the judges, and at least bought more time for Mad Dog and Ting Ying.

He was extremely irritable and restless, and wanted to think about something, but he had no clue. This was unlike him. Ever since he came to the Dragon's Eye, he felt his blood boiling, and he seemed to become impulsive and impatient.

Suddenly, a warm feeling touched his ear, once, twice, three times, regularly licking the blood flowing from his ear.

Zhang Chunliang was a little bit incredulous. He wanted to turn around to confirm, but his head was fixed by the mad dog. The mad dog's tall figure slowly bent down and was carefully leaning next to his shoulder, licking his wound like a docile dog.

As he moved, Zhang Chunliang felt as if his ears were wrapped in a layer of sealed plastic that was slowly being torn apart.

He heard the voice again.

"What are you doing?"

An extremely hoarse voice came from a distance.

Zhang Chunliang looked over in a daze. In a dark corner in the distance, the Third Young Master, whose hair was disheveled and whose body was soaked in blood, was leaning against the wall, staring at them with cold eyes.

He spoke patiently and asked again.

"What are you doing behind my back?"

……

"This is... the reason why Mad Dog became like this." Zhang Chunliang explained to the disheveled Tingying with a bit of difficulty in his throat.

At this time, they were chased by the crazy citizens and had no way out. Tingying had to use his few defensive props, the "bubble machine", to surround the three people in a huge bubble. The citizens were trapped outside the bubble and could not go any further.

The three of them were now like stray dogs drowned, curled up in a dirty corner of an alley, gasping for breath as if they had survived a disaster. The transparent bubbles emitted colorful light, temporarily blocking the malicious gazes of the citizens outside.

Mad Dog's body was covered with scars that exposed his bones. He held on to his last breath and brought Zhang Chunliang to Tingying, then lost all consciousness. At this time, his tall body curled up into a ball, with his head resting on Zhang Chunliang's thigh, motionless, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Thinking back to the Shura scene at that time, Zhang Chunliang still feels creepy.

The Third Young Master, whose mental state had gradually returned to normal after a few days of getting along, suffered something new and once again became the crazy state he was in when they first met, ready to kill anyone who stood in his way.

So he saw with his own eyes the pair of dogs (not) behaving intimately and affectionately in the corner (not at all), and immediately decided to kill them all, drew his sword and stabbed them, killing the mad dogs step by step.

Perhaps because the boss in front of him was a fragment of his own boss, Mad Dog was only concerned with protecting Zhang Chunliang and escaping, with no intention of fighting back at all.

The fatal wound on his body was inflicted at that time. It is conceivable that the third young master had no intention of leaving any survivors.

But Zhang Chunliang couldn't help but complain: You could have just left me aside and run away. Didn't you see that the Third Young Master avoided him every time he swung his sword? He only wanted to kill you! You could have just left me behind and run faster!

But this stupid dog seemed to have lost a string in its brain and would drag him to escape no matter what. After finally shaking off the Third Young Master, he ran head-on into the citizens whose eyes were as bloodshot as zombies.

Fortunately, they met Tingying in time, and they fled, but there were citizens chasing them on every road, and finally they were forced into a desperate situation.

"How long will it take?" Tingying almost couldn't catch her breath. She coughed twice tiredly and asked.

Zhang Chunliang understood that she was asking about the end time of the Evergreen Banquet, and immediately called up the system to check the countdown.

"...fifteen minutes." Zhang Chunliang's heart tightened.

This amount of time was not enough for him to return to Changqing Banquet, let alone cook.

"Be careful, it's probably coming soon." Tingying didn't ask why Zhang Chunliang appeared here. He just frowned and stared at the citizens who were flapping and roaring wildly outside the bubble.

"Do you think these citizens are weird?"

"A little bit..." Zhang Chunliang also murmured, "Shouldn't we hold the Changqing Banquet now? We can just leave a few people to chase us. Why do we have to gather so many people?"

It seemed like putting the cart before the horse. In the minds of the citizens, catching them was more important than attending the long-awaited Evergreen Banquet.

Zhang Chunliang had already exhausted all his strength. He stared blankly at the mad dog and then at Tingying.

"…I'm sorry. I didn't finish my cooking task and I also dragged down Mad Dog…"

Tingying seemed to know what he was talking about and rolled her eyes. "I don't expect you to accomplish anything great. Maybe if you run away from the battlefield, you will live longer. I can't guarantee that my life-saving props can save you after you anger those judges."

Zhang Chunliang knew that Tingying was comforting him, but he felt that his head became heavier and he couldn't lift it up.

"After all, the one who hosted the Evergreen Banquet was the city lord, the Third Young Master's father. He is no more difficult to deal with than the Third Young Master."

Zhang Chunliang suddenly raised his head and looked at Tingying in disbelief: "City Lord?!"

Yes, I have been in the Never-Sleeping City for so long, but I have never seen the city lord. I didn't expect that he is the final boss. The father of the third young master organized a Changqing Banquet in order to eat his own son.

Considering the scale of this Evergreen Banquet and the Third Young Master's reputation, it seems normal for the City Lord, as the actual ruler of the City That Never Sleeps, to want to kill this evil son.

but……

"...This is too perverted." Zhang Chunliang was shocked for a moment and couldn't help but change his posture. The big head resting on his legs suddenly fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The mad dog who was being treated by Tingying's tools seemed to have regained some consciousness. He felt pain and groaned twice, then he closed his eyes and moved his head with difficulty until he got close to the familiar warm body, then he fell into a sleep peacefully.

The two people who watched his actions had expressions that were hard to describe. Tingying finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you know Mad Dog?"