Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The red carpet under his feet is very soft, or maybe Zhang Chunliang's legs are feeling weak.

The closer he got to the platform, the more clearly he could see the skinny figure on the stage, and the more suffocated he felt in his chest.

The last time they met was when the Third Young Master was forced by him to eat a plate of extremely unpalatable bitter melon, and then he fell on the bed and sulked at him (or maybe he was poisoned by the bitter melon).

But just a few days seemed like a lifetime ago.

No one knew what kind of torture the Third Young Master had suffered. His body was covered in dark brown blood, and his dirty clothes were stained with dried blood residue.

As early as in the previous encounter, it could be seen that he was seriously injured, and then he chased him and Mad Dog regardless of his injuries, which made the injuries worse.

Now his limbs were broken, and his whole body was placed on a high support with no support at all. His head and limbs were hanging down limply.

He is a bit like a meek lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and also like the suffering Jesus.

Did he come through every copy like this before?

Zhang Chunliang gripped the dagger in his hand, feeling a little confused.

"It hurts so much..." As if he felt someone approaching him, the Third Young Master wanted to change his position, but he was firmly fixed in place by the ropes and could not be freed.

But this time Zhang Chunliang heard it clearly.

"...You came to find me." The third young master raised his head with force. His thin and pale cheeks were covered with blood. He had to try very hard to see the person in front of him clearly.

But his head was dizzy, so he raised it for a few seconds and then dropped it heavily again, but this was enough for him to see Zhang Chunliang clearly.

"I... fell asleep, and when I woke up... you didn't come back."

The third young master felt so aggrieved that he kept on talking, as if he was complaining that Zhang Chunliang had cooked the vegetables he hated again. He kept on mumbling and speaking with great effort.

"I...looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found...in the kitchen, the servants' room, their room, the well...you were not there in so many places."

He seemed confused, but seemed to know why Zhang Chunliang left.

He raised his head as if to claim credit: "Not one... not one was killed!"

He thought that Zhang Chunliang left without saying goodbye because he killed a servant without authorization. So no matter how panicked, angry, or aggrieved he was, he never killed another servant.

Zhang Chunliang took a deep breath, as if this could alleviate some of the bitterness in his heart.

"I'm sorry...I actually..."

"Why didn't you come back..." The Third Young Master interrupted him and said to himself, "They beat me so hard. Fortunately, you didn't come back..."

He was confused about what to say, but he kept deceiving himself and did not mention the man with long brown hair.

Finally he fell silent, and looked up at Zhang Chunliang in a daze, or perhaps at the dagger in his hand.

"Have you come to rescue me?"

He asked somewhat sadly.

"How many times has this happened?" Zhang Chunliang didn't respond to him. He took two steps closer and asked on his own.

The third young master didn't quite understand what he meant and frowned in confusion.

"This is the nth time that you have been hung here like an animal to be slaughtered." Zhang Chunliang felt his eyes getting hot.

It was very strange. They had only known each other for less than ten days, but when he saw the Third Young Master being humiliated and tortured like this, the pain in his heart made him almost unable to breathe.

Is it because he admires the hero who almost saved all the players?

"...many times, too many to count." The third young master admitted.

They had been delayed for a long time, but strangely, there was no urging voice from the audience.

"I clearly asked them to return the copper coins to you. Why don't you leave?" The third young master didn't move, just looked up at Zhang Chunliang, his eyes covered with blood, no emotion could be seen.

"Do you know that this is a copy game?" Zhang Chunliang asked back.

"Well, I didn't know before. When I was little, they were all normal and treated me very well. Then it changed. Everyone became weird and wanted to eat me... Then some people from outside showed up. They were weird and could always produce some inexplicable things out of thin air, which hurt me a lot. They were afraid of me, but they still wanted to kill me."

Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes to make them less sore. The Third Young Master narrated calmly, and he didn't seem to take these things to heart.

But Zhang Chunliang had seen those citizens who clung to every corner of his life like spiders, wanting to eat him at any time. Those players who were always full of fear and malice towards the Third Young Master and wanted to hurt him at all times. They occupied his daily life for more than ten years.

"Since they want to kill me, I can kill them too...right? I didn't do anything wrong, right?"

The third young master stubbornly brought the topic back to what Zhang Chunliang had once blamed him for, trying to prove with facts that he had done nothing wrong.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Zhang Chunliang looked at his stubborn and angry look and smiled.

The third young master looked at him and slowly smiled after a while. When he smiled, his little canine tooth was exposed, and he looked carefree.

Zhang Chunliang slowly raised the dagger and swung it down under the calm gaze of the Third Young Master.

Cut the ropes that bound him.

The third young master fell softly into his shoulder and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

“…I’m saved.”

Zhang Chunliang touched his head, just like the day the dean named him.

"Someone once told me that whatever a person lacks in his life, he should make up for it in his name."

The third young master seemed to know what he was going to say, and leaned against him silently without interrupting.

"Feng Ruxu." Zhang Chunliang learned this name from the Holy Father System. This was the first time he called him, and it sounded a little dry.

The third young master stiffened all over as if he had been stimulated by something.

"I believe that the person who gave you this name must have hoped that there would be enough sunshine in your life, so that your whole life can be as bright as the rising sun."

"Really?" The Third Young Master asked anxiously, his eyes wide open, as if he was hearing such words for the first time.

Zhang Chunliang was expecting the anger from the citizens. He let go of the Third Young Master in front of everyone. He was bound to be retaliated against. He didn't know how long the life-saving props given to him by Tingying could help him withstand.

But he still answered with absolute certainty: "Yes, you are the sun."

This guy could have survived a few more copies, but for some reason, he released all his strength during this period, maintaining the normal daytime in this copy and preventing the players from being disturbed by the night. He can indeed be called a sun god who does good things without leaving a name.

"That's great." I don't know when the Third Young Master started to become less weak. His voice was soft and cheerful. "I am your sun."

"You are not just my sun." Zhang Chunliang frowned and corrected his strange slip of the tongue. This statement was too ambiguous.

"But I just want to be your sun. Those weird guys will only make you angry with me and take away your attention. They will even lean against you and kiss your neck like I am doing now." The third young master seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly his voice became gloomy. He was so angry that he was shaking. Suddenly he opened his mouth and bit Zhang Chunliang's neck viciously.

The sudden severe pain made Zhang Chunliang groan. But he had no time to care about the pain, as his attention was attracted by the strange sound coming from behind him.

boom!

boom!

boom!

It was like a bunch of bloated water balls exploding from the inside out. He had heard this sound not long ago at the final exam.

Zhang Chunliang turned his head stiffly, and behind him was a wet blood-red area.

The lanterns were red, the carpets were red, and the pieces of flesh that were no longer in human form were also red... The citizens of the city stood around the high platform, tens of thousands of them, and at this moment, they were exploding from the inside out, with smiles on their faces. They exploded into flowers of blood in the almost eerie silence.

"I will only be your sun, and let everyone else disappear, okay?" The third young master was dissatisfied with Zhang Chunliang's gaze looking at others, so he turned his head towards himself.

"No, don't do this." Zhang Chunliang grabbed the hand that was touching his face and almost squeezed out these words from his throat.

"Why? They've hurt you, haven't they? Why are you begging for them?"

"Don't be like this..." Zhang Chunliang was not pleading for the citizens, he just felt that the scene before him was too ridiculous.

He thought he was a poor guy being tortured madly by the copy, but at this moment he unscrupulously revealed his true face - if he wanted, he could even control the lives of the NPCs in the entire copy.

When did it start? Zhang Chunliang thought in a daze. Was the Third Young Master already able to do this even before he entered the dungeon? Then why didn't he escape from the surveillance of the game master, but continued to act in this dungeon? What on earth did he want to do?

"It's so boring. I'm really bored." The Third Young Master pulled back his hand that was tightly held by Zhang Chunliang, and wrapped his hand around his own to knead it, complaining, "It's the same old sunrise and sunset every day, and there's a bunch of annoying bugs that I can never kill."

He looked up and could see far away from the high platform. As far as he could see was a giant dragon with a lantern that was as fierce as fire. It was coiling and circling ferociously, running through the entire city that never sleeps.

"It's better to just die like this. Give them whatever they want. This kind of life is too boring. I don't know why I still insist on it." He said with a bored look, "For a while, I even began to look forward to those outsiders coming here."

"But they die easily, and over time, there are rarely new ones."

"That's why you deliberately arranged a way out, just to make the survivors leave the copy and attract more people to come..." Zhang Chunliang felt a chill, so the survivors who left were not really lucky, they were just baits on the third young master's fishing hook.

Thinking of the lotus pond in the backyard, the things in the pond can even make Wang Gui, a newcomer, become such a powerful existence. Naturally, someone will get some good things from it and then take them out of the copy. Over time, the copy of "City That Never Sleeps" will become popular.

Even...the information of those players who are sleeping in the pond might be leaked by those who have left, which will attract more people to seek for information.

It’s so scary. The entire dungeon and all the players are just a game he plays when he is bored.

The third young master gave a sly smile: "But I changed my mind."

"What?" Zhang Chunliang received too much information and his brain could no longer function, so he asked subconsciously.

"Ten days, right? After ten days, some people will leave, some will stay, and some will die." The Third Young Master nodded, reciting the experience he had gained over the years, "But I won't let you go. I want to be your sun, and you have to cook for me for the rest of your life."

Zhang Chunliang's throat moved, and he remembered something. He took out a copper coin - as long as he used it to make a wish in the well of the beautiful monk, he could leave. This copper coin was even deliberately put in his hand by the third young master.

"Fake." The third young master showed his little fangs again. He laughed a lot tonight. After all, he would get what he wanted soon.

"If you really go to that yard, I will make that stinky monk disappear with a bang, and no one will open the door for you."

He proudly took the copper coin from Zhang Chunliang's hand, but felt his palm was frighteningly cold.

So he held Zhang Chunliang's hand and carefully wiped the sweat from his palm.

"...What exactly do you want to do?" Zhang Chunliang had a bunch of questions stuck in his heart, and in the end he could only ask helplessly.

"Well, it seems that there is nothing I want to do." The third young master seemed to be thinking, but he had no idea. He looked down at the two people's clasped hands and said with some reserve, "It's good as it is now."

What's the good thing about it?! The whole city that never sleeps is a river of blood, and there are pieces of exploding flesh everywhere. Who will clean up the mess when there are no citizens left? Are you going to rely on a weak, mysophobic person like you?!

Seeing the Third Young Master living a peaceful life, Zhang Chunliang suddenly felt a surge of anger, but before he could vent his anger, he was interrupted by a burst of noise.

"Stop him quickly!!!" In the dead silence, the woman's scream was particularly clear.

Zhang Chunliang turned around suddenly, only to find Tingying covered in blood not far away, struggling to approach them.

She was carrying a bloody person on her back. Judging from the messy brown hair, it seemed to be a mad dog, but Zhang Chunliang was not sure... because the person was even smaller than Tingying.

Zhang Chunliang's face changed, he stood up suddenly and was about to run to the stage.

The third young master was still holding his hand. He staggered forward when he was suddenly pulled by him, but he still refused to let go.

"...Let me go." Zhang Chunliang's voice trembled. He seemed to have a premonition of something, and he gritted his teeth and tore off the third young master's hand.

"You're going to go find him." The Third Young Master's eyes seemed to be red again, but not as gentle and harmless as usual. Instead, they looked ferocious, like a demon about to wake up. "You're going to leave me behind... and go find him?"

Zhang Chunliang watched helplessly as the person on Tingying's back began to melt and blood and flesh began to drip down. He seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

"Did you do it? What were you doing?" Zhang Chunliang stared at him in disbelief.

Tingying and Mad Dog are both players. How could they be killed by him as easily as the citizens of the city? The power of the Third Young Master is even more terrifying than he imagined.

"... Stop it, stop it now!" Zhang Chunliang's mind went blank. He stepped forward and lifted up the collar of the Third Young Master, speaking threateningly.

But what could threaten him? It would only add to the joke.

"I won't!" The Third Young Master shouted back angrily, as if he was competing with him to see who could speak louder. "He hugged you! He even licked you! He deserves to die! I want him to die!"

Zhang Chunliang took a deep breath and stared angrily at the third young master who had a face full of resentment.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a few seconds. Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes, then suddenly hugged him in his arms and bit his ear hard.

For a moment, Tingying's eyes widened and his steps froze in place.

The mad dog that was melting behind him was no longer in a worse condition.

The citizens who were self-destructing could no longer maintain their smiling posture. They were like the embodiment of someone's soul. They all had their eyes wide open and maintained the same posture dully, standing still for a long time like puppets.

For a moment, the originally bloody and evil scene became somewhat funny.