Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"What newcomer?" The third young master under the eaves suddenly spoke, his voice was soft and hoarse, and even had some naive curiosity.

Is this really the crazy young master who is rampant and disregards people's lives in the market?

Such torture was inflicted, but the sound was so gentle and harmless. The strange sense of incongruity made Zhang Chunliang feel a chill.

"He is the servant who serves you during meals and daily life." The steward gestured forward to the newlyweds behind him with shaking hands.

Every ten days, a large number of servants would enter the Third Young Master's courtyard vertically and be carried out horizontally, so the City Lord's Mansion would continuously recruit people and the remuneration was very generous.

The one on the pillar in front of him was the last servant who served the Third Young Master personally. Because the breakfast was not to the Third Young Master's liking, he was tied to the pillar as punishment.

"Eh..." The young master, who had been lacking interest at first, sat up straighter. He clenched his palms slightly and tapped them slowly on the table, as if he was looking at something.

Facing his curious gaze, Zhang Chunliang tried hard to make his eyes sincere and upright.

This was purely a conditioned reflex, because in reality, when he just started to pursue his villain boyfriend Shen Xingyi, he found that the little brat was very sensitive and suspicious, and resisted anyone approaching him.

It was only because Zhang Chunliang had a pair of puppy eyes that looked particularly sincere that he gradually gained his trust.

Later, Shen Xingyi told him that what he hated most in his life was seeing other people's eyes, because they were full of filth and calculations.

The only thing he did was Zhang Chunliang's puppy eyes, which made him feel so cute when he saw them for the first time.

From then on, Zhang Chunliang developed the habit of looking other people directly in the eye, and his natural friendliness made it easy for him to gain the trust of others.

At this time, he was trying hard to gain the trust of the third young master.

But if he was willing to look back, he would find that he was the only one in the whole yard who dared to raise his head and look at the third young master.

——It’s over, another one is dead. I was quite optimistic about this new guy, but it’s a pity that he ran into this lunatic head-on.

——I am shaking even through the screen. Why won’t this idiot bow his head? Is there something wrong with his brain?!

——It’s too late. Third Brother is going crazy. I’ve never seen anyone survive more than three minutes after looking into his eyes. I don’t even dare to look at him…

——What do you know? Don't bow your head, or your crown will fall off:(

——This group of players is so bad. Many of them died before they even saw the third brother. There is no suspense at all. It is estimated that the whole team will be wiped out again.

When the stewards brought the newcomers in, they would always remind them not to look directly at the Third Young Master, otherwise their eyes would be gouged out. This happened more than once.

But for some reason the manager today forgot to remind them, causing someone to make a mistake.

The scene was eerily quiet for a moment.

The third young master knocked on the table slowly, his eyes fixed on his own, as if trying to see who would bow first.

Zhang Chunliang finally realized something was wrong in the silence around him. His heart skipped a beat and he lowered his head to try to remedy the situation, but it was obviously too late.

His expression could not be seen, but the sound of the Third Young Master knocking on the table went from slow to fast, and finally became an almost crazy hammering as if he could no longer hold it back.

"What are you afraid of? Look up quickly." The young master urged with rapid breathing, and seemed to be afraid of scaring something away. He paused for a moment and tried his best to make his voice gentle: "Come closer, let me take a good look at you..."

The artificially feminine voice was like a soft and cold snake, which penetrated into Zhang Chunliang's ears and gave rise to tiny goose bumps on the back of his neck.

He simply gave up and walked straight towards the third young master, looking up at him.

This one glance made him a little stunned - the madman in front of him was surprisingly good-looking.

He was not very old, about 18 or 19 years old, with a gentle and handsome appearance. His fair face was red, probably because of his emotional ups and downs. But his clothes were messy, his body was too thin, and his exposed fingers were bony.

This young master is not as scary as the monk when he first appeared. It can even be said that he has a handsome and gentle temperament.

This man was nothing like the vicious person the citizens had heard about.

But it did not seem normal. He looked at Zhang Chunliang who was getting closer and closer, with an inexplicable enthusiasm in his eyes, and his eyes, which were sunken because of his thinness, looked at him nervously.

Zhang Chunliang felt his back numbing when he looked at him, and he forced himself to remain calm.

The third young master suddenly stretched out a hand, pulled him to his side, and searched him carefully from the wrist to the waist to the neck.

Although this young master was as thin as a stick, his grip was incredibly strong, making Zhang Chunliang feel that he might strangle him to death in the next second.

But he resisted the urge to resist and let him toss and turn like a motionless toy, for fear of angering the young master with strange behavior.

After touching him all over, the young master showed a satisfied smile, put his face close to him and whispered, "Where are you from?"

He was too close, and the breath he exhaled made Zhang Chunliang's hair itch. His throat rolled and he said honestly, "I just got here. I heard there was work to be done in the City Lord's Mansion, so I came here to try my luck."

"Hmm... Hmm!" The young master's attention was all on him. He didn't pay attention to what he said at all. He responded twice in a serious tone: "Then don't leave. What kind of work do you want to do here?"

This is so weird! Zhang Chunliang boasted that he had experienced some scary scenes in this dungeon, but none of them were as weird as the one he was experiencing now.

The people who were probably watching the live broadcast were probably the ones who were feeling more suffocated than him.

——I am blind, may I ask what live broadcast I am watching?

——Did you see that? He blushed! He blushed! What a weird plot! He should have made this player bleed!!!

——Please stop talking, I'm thinking even more crookedly!

——I don’t quite understand, who is this man who looks like a pervert?

——You are the ultimate boss of the city that never sleeps, dear. Any legendary player who sees you will die:)

——Game Home, are you watching? It seems that your big boss is about to fall in love.

Until Zhang Chunliang left the yard, the entire live broadcast room was still filled with ghosts howling.

He finally chose to believe the words of his own Holy Father System and completed the night watch mission for the Third Young Master.

So he asked the third young master for a job as a night watchman.

After learning that Zhang Chunliang wanted to keep vigil for him, the third young master suddenly laughed extremely exaggeratedly, and finally started coughing with an unstable breath.

He squeezed Zhang Chunliang's hand tightly, then slumped down, leaned back on the couch, and smiled expectantly, "You must come."

When it gets dark tonight, Zhang Chunliang's night watch will begin.

Before that, someone led him to a place where servants rested and told him to arrive at the third young master's bedroom on time.

"I don't know how you won the favor of the third young master." The servant walked forward with his back to him, but Zhang Chunliang always felt that a sinister pair of eyes were staring at him.

"There have been people like you before, and they all ended up badly, and you are no exception!"

This is a weird thing to say. What does “people like him” mean? Could it be that the third young master also showed crazy attention to other people, but these people didn’t end up well later?

Even if that's the case, what does it have to do with this servant? Why is he so jealous?

Could it be... Zhang Chunliang wrinkled his nose. Could this guy have Stockholm syndrome? He had a taboo feeling towards a master who could hurt him at any time.

This copy is quite large.

When he arrived at the so-called servants' resting place, the game house system that had pretended to be dead finally started beeping again.

[Congratulations to the players for coming to the 'Player Rest Area'. Please work hard to complete the main mission! ]

Unexpectedly, after this day of heavy casualties, he had just reached the rest area in the game.

Zhang Chunliang and the players inside looked at each other in bewilderment.

Six, seven…eight.

Tingying and Chen Dayong were not among these people, which meant that only one player had died since he separated from this group of players.

This is obviously problematic.

Whether it was Tingying or Chen Dayong, the information they brought to him was that there were heavy casualties among players throughout the day yesterday.

It seems that many dead players have quietly sneaked back into the team.

"You are not dead yet?" Fade Chen was eating and looked at him in surprise when he saw him.

In his heart, this simple-minded little saint should have been killed long ago, but he didn't expect that he had successfully passed the first day.

Zhang Chunliang didn’t want to fall out with any of the players at the moment, so he told the other players here the same words he had told Chen Dayong.

"What a lucky guy." Chen Fei muttered and continued to eat his food.

The other players ignored him and closed their eyes to rest.

Everyone here is wearing the clothes of servants in the City Lord's Mansion. Due to different divisions of labor, the clothes are slightly different.

It seems that this is the true identity assigned to them by the system.

Zhang Chunliang sat quietly on his bed for a while, then walked out of the room.

This was the little free time he had, and he had to make plans early.

His tattoos have a number and time limit. No matter how many tattoos he has on his body, only one tattoo will take effect within seven days.

Only after the tattoo expires in seven days can you get a new tattoo.

He once tried to give a wealthy man with paranoia a lot of defensive tattoos, but the result was that the wealthy man behaved more and more like another person.

Zhang Chunliang later speculated that the one who gradually replaced the rich man was most likely the source of the "paint" in his tattoo gun - the spirit of evil spirits.

He doesn’t want to slowly become Wang Gui now, Zhang Chunliang couldn’t help but shudder.

He decided to restore the color to the missing three-petal lotus.

The confrontation with the beautiful monk made him realize that his tattoo seemed to be particularly useful to the NPC in this copy.

After communicating with the Holy Father system, he began to sketch the first stroke.

But for some reason, he always had a strange feeling in his heart ever since he left the Third Young Master's courtyard.

The inspiration, which was like intuition, made him stop his action for some reason. After thinking for a while, he decided to draw another tattoo.

"Where have you been? It took you so long." A female player turned over in bed and stared impatiently at Zhang Chunliang who disturbed her sleep.

Zhang Chunliang paused for a moment, apologized repeatedly, and returned to his bed.

"Newbies are just like that. They love to commit suicide." Chen Fei was still eating. He curled his lips and said, "You still haven't seen how dangerous the dungeon is. You'll be scared to death and pee your pants someday."

"It doesn't make sense that a guy like this is still alive." Someone complained loudly.

Zhang Chunliang made his bed naturally. In another quarter of an hour, he would go to the third young master's bedroom to keep watch.

Within this quarter of an hour, he must use his superb acting skills to deceive all the players in front of him.

It was as if he had not yet seen through the hellish scene here—

The female player turned over and stared at him. Only her body turned over. Her head and limbs were broken, but she still lay on her back. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets as she followed Zhang Chunliang.

Chen Fei was eating non-stop, his whole body was wrapped in black mist, only his head was still eating numbly. What he kept throwing into his mouth were not cakes, but human fingers.

The player, who had gradually melted and merged with the bed, muttered something and turned over, leaving behind a large piece of scarlet and sticky human tissue. His eyeballs, without eyelids, stared straight at him.

It turned out that it wasn't a dead player who sneaked into the rest area, Zhang Chunliang thought to himself - it was him, the only living player, who sneaked into the pile of dead bodies.

He had never felt that time was so unbearable. Whether he was sitting, standing, or lying down, there were always sinister eyes following him.

The players haven't realized yet that their disguises have been blown, and they act normal, talking and laughing.

Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore all sounds, counting the time silently in his heart, waiting for the night bell to ring.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard no more sound, which instantly gave him a chill.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw a face with half of its head cut off by some sharp weapon lying on his pillow, touching the tip of his nose.