Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"I never thought that I could go back to the way it was before." Old K slowly moved the wheel and chatted with the two people on the roof with great interest. "I'm really not used to it."

It came in too haste and was only busy throwing away the things in the shrine in its body. It had not yet bought new furniture, so it did not allow the two to go in and rest for the time being.

"Where is that guy? I just saw an iron monster behind. Did you touch it?" Li Mufeng looked at the car under him with curiosity and didn't think it was that scary.

For some reason, he felt warm inside and just wanted to have a good chat with Xiaoche.

He had already suffered enough blows tonight, so encountering a talking RV was no big deal.

"I found it." Old K's car lights lit up, as if he was happy. "It tastes good."

"...Ah?" Li Mufeng asked hesitantly. He thought the little car didn't hear what he said clearly, so he gestured and repeated, "It's very big, with iron hands and tumors all over its body, and densely packed red eyes..."

“To be honest, I don’t like eating the tumors on its body. They are very smelly and bitter, but overall it’s not bad,” commented Lao K.

In the process of contact with Shen Xingyi's soul fragments in the past few days, it absorbed a lot of the power that escaped from the main body and gained the ability to separate from Zhang Chunliang's body.

Tonight, it used its main body to devour a powerful clone of the evil Buddha, which has restored its strength to half of its peak period.

It can become a happy little car again.

"Is this so powerful?" Li Mufeng said dryly.

Zhang Chunliang did not participate in the conversation between the two. He held the black cat, looked at his system panel, and remained silent.

[Main quest: Find ten followers of the "Thousand-Handed Buddha". Once you find the target, do you choose to identify him?]

The screen was flashing a reddish fluorescent light, as if constantly urging him to make a decision.

Zhang Chunliang repeatedly reviewed what had just happened, trying to find something unreasonable.

He may not understand this world yet, but he knows the Game House very well. Anything that can make it remind him repeatedly must be a trap.

Sometimes he felt that the Game House was a very fragmented existence. Many of its rules were full of cunning and deceitful means of playing with human nature, just like a deep-minded intelligent species.

But sometimes, it seemed so clumsy, as if it was completely unable to conceal its shallow malice, and always used some clumsy means to seduce Zhang Chunliang to his death.

Zhang Chunliang touched the black cat's icy and soft fur, and suddenly a strange and bizarre guess came to his mind.

It seems that Game House does not want to kill Shen Xingyi because it is afraid of him. It may have other intentions.

This idea came out of nowhere, but it made him feel extremely irritated and uneasy. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

If it was really afraid of Shen Xingyi's resurrection, then why didn't it just destroy the Blasphemy? Why didn't it kill other players who collected Shen Xingyi's fragments, but only targeted him?

Zhang Chunliang didn't believe that Game House would be unable to curb the development within Blasphemy. As far as he knew, there were many undercover agents sent by Game House within Blasphemy. It would not be difficult for Blasphemy to do something when players were collecting fragments.

However, up to now, he had not heard of any blasphemous members other than him being targeted by the system.

It was as if - it didn't actually care about Shen Xingyi's resurrection as much as Zhang Chunliang thought.

No, it doesn't even care about the safety of its entire world. After all, even a dangerous NPC like the fox, whose identity is mysterious and whose strength is powerful, is still included in its rules and becomes one of the players.

It is like an insatiable glutton, trying to devour everything that can bring it benefits, whether it is players or small worlds. Apart from these, it rarely cares about anything else.

Except Zhang Chunliang.

The more he struggled to survive in these copies, the more he wondered why this guy was always trying so hard to monitor him, control him... and even kill him.

Zhang Chunliang subconsciously wanted to ask the Holy Father System, but suddenly remembered that the system had been blocked.

His mind was in turmoil, and he began to speculate suspiciously - why would this world block all external forces? Was it just to increase the difficulty for the players?

Is it possible... that Game House realized that Zhang Chunliang had a system that would help him, so they wanted to use such a brutal method to curb all forces that could help him?

He suddenly felt inexplicably confused and helpless, as if there was a big hole in his body, empty and unreal.

Zhang Chunliang instinctively felt that he was too depressed at the moment. It might be that the hot night affected his mood, or it might be that the sudden death of more than 600 lives just now had shocked him too much.

He felt like he was tightly entangled in a giant web full of malice. Every step he took was carefully considered and fearful. If he relaxed for a moment, he would be dragged into the abyss by the enemy and there would be no escape - he seemed a little tired.

He paused in the act of petting the cat, looking at the dark and barren wasteland in the distance without any emotion, his mind was in a mess, he didn't know whether he should complete the main task. According to his current clues, the identity of the believer was very clear, but he always felt that there was something he had overlooked.

The purring black cat raised its head and looked at him urgingly. Seeing that Zhang Chunliang didn't move, it couldn't help but stand up, raised its messy cat head, and pushed it into Zhang Chunliang's palm.

It actually feels that such behavior is somewhat shameful, but it really cannot control itself.

Every time it changes into a different species, its body functions will always change accordingly, and it will do some embarrassing things under the control of instinct.

For example, at this moment, all it wanted to do was rub Zhang Chunliang's legs and let him stroke its fur.

Therefore, even though its furry fur made both of them very hot, it still pretended to be unaware and stayed clinging to Zhang Chunliang, unwilling to leave.

Zhang Chunliang felt a little helpless and continued to rub its neck hair.

After being interrupted by this guy, his mood somehow improved.

Now thinking about it, everything he did seemed to have deviated from his original intention. He entered these dungeons only to help his boyfriend collect soul fragments. Although his main task in this dungeon was to collect the bodies of dead players, Shen Xingyi was here. If he chose to abandon his boyfriend and cowardly escape because of fear of the game house, he would look down on himself.

Being indecisive will lead to losing good opportunities, while retreating blindly will only lead to falling into the enemy's trap - if he doesn't even have the courage to try to pass the level because he is worried that the Game House will target him, then why should he come to save Shen Xingyi.

He suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing beside him.

A red octopus tentacle poked out from the iron sheet on the roof, wrapped around a large cattail leaf fan, and fanned him earnestly.

"Thank you...Old K." Zhang Chunliang's mouth curled up slightly.

"It's okay, Liangliang." Old K said happily, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, but my claws were too small to roll up the fan..."

Before it could finish its words, it felt a stinging pain on its tentacles.

It raised its other paw in confusion and found that a wobbly black cat was hanging on it at some point.

The black cat held its tentacles with its small fangs and took two random bites of them.

"Ah, sir... do you need me to cut it off? Actually, eating it raw is not very healthy, because I didn't wash my claws after eating that iron thing just now..." Old K was a little distressed, but still rolled out a machete from the car.

"Don't spoil it so much--" Zhang Chunliang finally shouted angrily when he could no longer bear it.

He pulled the black cat into his arms, hurriedly found a few pieces of dried fish, and fed them into its mouth.

The black cat probably felt that its previous behavior was embarrassing, so it pushed its hot furry head into Zhang Chunliang's arms and couldn't be torn off no matter what.

"Liang Liang." Old K suddenly said in a low voice.

"What's wrong, Lao K? You don't have to worry about being eaten by the cat. It has a small stomach..."

"Are you feeling better?" asked Old K.