Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Is it delicious?" Xu Er stared at Zhang Chunliang putting the noodles into his mouth.

"It's delicious." Zhang Chunliang swallowed the noodles and replied. He pushed the bun to Xu Er and said, "It's still hot, you eat it too."

"Wait a moment." He lowered his head, looked at the cloth in front of him for a moment, and then sewed another stitch - this was the clothes that Zhang Chunliang had worn out after he was thrown out of the car in the morning.

"You can also sew clothes?" Zhang Chunliang was a little surprised. This Xu Er was just like a virtuous daughter-in-law. The noodle soup he was eating now was made by him himself. It was fresh and fragrant, and there was a lot of fish meat, which whetted his appetite.

"My parents died early, so I need to learn a little bit about everything." Xu Er glanced at his bowl and frowned, "There are fish bones in the soup, eat slowly."

After saying this, he straightened his back with some dissatisfaction, pushed the lunch box of steamed buns in front of Zhang Chunliang, then pulled straight over his bowl of fish soup noodles and carefully sifted out the fish bones for him.

Honestly, it's really weird.

Zhang Chunliang looked at the big soft meat buns that suddenly appeared in front of him and suddenly lost his appetite, so he slowly put down his chopsticks.

He had clearly only known this young man for less than two hours, but Xu Er acted as if they had known each other for many years. Taking away his bowl while he was eating made him feel a little presumptuous.

"I, I'm full and want to go back first." Zhang Chunliang looked at him inquiringly.

Xu Er was sifting the fish soup carefully. Hearing this, he paused and then uttered a soft "hmm".

He put down the bowl and asked softly, "I'll give it to you?"

Thinking of the hand that tightly held his waist in front of him when he was riding a bike just now, Zhang Chunliang took a deep breath and then smiled awkwardly: "I know the way. It's not far. I can just walk over there."

"Okay." Xu Er said nothing more, took the brand new black coat beside him and handed it to him: "The clothes still need to be repaired, you can wear mine first."

Zhang Chunliang knew that it would be ungrateful if he refused further, so he took it and put it on.

"Thank you for the medicine." Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Chunliang suddenly remembered his neatly bandaged wound, turned around and thanked him politely - but received no response from Xu Er.

So he touched his nose awkwardly, and walked out of the room looking back every few steps. The host never spoke a word.

Xu Er sat motionless in the chair, watching him leave.

There was the sound of a door closing quietly outside the yard.

He was frozen like a wax figure in the dim room.

After a while, Xu Er suddenly stood up, knocking over the stool behind him, and kicked over the entire wooden table with one foot. There was a shocking loud noise, and the soup buns that the host had carefully prepared were scattered all over the floor.

He was breathing heavily and crushing the lunch box with his feet, as if he was venting some kind of anger.

The room was like a thunderbolt, and he smashed everything that could be destroyed.

Xu Er's chest rose and fell violently, his eyes were gloomy and scary. He looked around his spacious but devastated hall grimly, as if he was looking for something to vent his anger.

Then he noticed the turquoise liberation suit that had accidentally fallen to the ground.

He panted, walked forward unsteadily, picked it up with trembling hands, and then brushed the dust off his clothes.

Xu Er looked at it for a moment, then suddenly bent his tall and thin body, buried his head in his clothes and took a deep breath. Then the trembling of his whole body slowly stopped.

I don't know how long it took, but he stood up, his eyes red, squatted on the ground to fumble for the fallen needle and thread, then sat on the chair and began to sew carefully and densely stitch by stitch.

Nine players gathered in the cornfield, all of them looked pale, the fear in their eyes still not subsiding.

"Who didn't come?"

"That pretty boy, and He Shi." He Shi's partner spat on the ground and scratched his head angrily.

"I was not far away from him, and I even gave him a tracking item. How come this guy disappeared without a trace? Damn it!" Thinking of his precious items, the partner felt distressed and angry.

"Are you okay?" He Jiaojie was checking the next task and found that her partner A Tang seemed a little strange.

She kept scratching her back, looking uneasy.

"Ah? Me?" Ah Tang realized that He Jiaojie was asking her, so she forced a smile at her: "I, I'm fine."

He Jiaojie stared at her for more than ten seconds, then lowered her head and checked her equipment.

They were just strangers who happened to be assigned to the same copy, so she didn't care much about their safety.

"Rustle, rustle..." There was a sound coming from the cornfield again, and the sound of cursing gradually became clearer.

"What the hell is this dungeon? It scares me!"

His partner immediately perked up, frowned, turned his head and was about to yell at him: "You fucking——"

The curse words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't utter them out.

"What's going on?" He Shi had a bad expression. "What are you looking at? I was just attacked by the eyeball monster and I managed to escape. I didn't dress like this on purpose!"

At that moment, all the clothes on his body disappeared, and only a few large corn leaves were used to cover the key parts.

He knew that he was an eyesore now, but these guys who had never seen the world wouldn't look at him with such devilish eyes, right?

Li Zhuang opened his mouth, his mind confused, not knowing what expression to use to treat the monster in front of him who was once his companion.

That's right, monster.

Suddenly, all the hair on his head disappeared, and was replaced by densely packed eyes. Even his entire facial features were covered with eyeballs.

Now, as he moved, he was staring at all the players.

"What are you doing? If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes!" He became angry and shouted angrily.

The eyeballs on his face suddenly widened and bloodshot appeared.

He Jiaojie sighed, said nothing, used her fingers to make a gun, pointed it at He Shi, and made a light "bang" sound with her mouth.

He suddenly took a step back and realized that he seemed to be attacked by a player.

Before he started to get angry, he suddenly felt something strange... Why didn't he feel any pain?

Yes, the blow was fierce and fast, but he felt no pain at all.

When I subconsciously touched my wound, I didn't feel any blood, but only felt a dense and round touch on my hand.

It was just like the transparent round balls he played with as a kid that could expand into large sizes.

"Gurgle, gurgle..." Something rolled out of his wound.

When he looked down, he saw a group of eyes moving around and looking at him.

The players looked unhappy and took a few steps back at the same time.

There was no blood or flesh in the wound, only countless eyeballs.

He seemed to realize this himself, raised his head, looked at everyone blankly, and then opened his mouth.

Before he could even start to call for help, his mouth was filled with eyeballs. His skin was uneven, as if something was eager to get out.

"Bang." A sound similar to that of a watermelon falling to the ground and breaking was heard. His skin exploded and countless eyeballs appeared all over his body.

These eyeballs rushed into the cornfield like a tide. When all the noise subsided, only a tattered human skin with holes all over it was left on the ground.

[System prompts, current time: nine o'clock in the morning.

Players have one hour to review the game, during which the countdown is paused. 】

"Bullshit!" He Shi's partner cursed loudly and walked towards the village with a grim look on his face.

"I can't stand it anymore. I want to go back too." Li Zhuang shouted, then left without looking back.

"Let's disperse." A player sighed tiredly, "Let's go back and rest, and find out the situation from the villagers. The remaining two tasks... I guess they're also uncertain."

"It's only the second day..."

Everyone felt a little heavy in their hearts.

Li Zhuang staggered into the village. He had to go back quickly and hide "that thing" well. He must not let anyone find it...

When he arrived outside the greasy courtyard where he was staying, he suddenly felt something was wrong...

Why are there so many people surrounding his residence?

Was he discovered? Li Zhuang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his face pale as he walked in trembling with fear.

A bunch of tall villagers gathered in the yard to watch the fun. The owner of the house, the thin and wretched man, was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face, slapping himself repeatedly.

"I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'm sorry..." The thin man shouted vaguely, and he didn't dare to stop slapping his partner.

"I'm not a human being... I shouldn't... I shouldn't plant so many corn fields... I'm not a human being..."

What kind of strange apology was this? Shouldn't I have planted so many corns? Li Zhuang had something else on his mind, but he was also attracted by his words unconsciously, so he listened attentively with bated breath.

"Brother Xu... I have been searching the field for so long... I am a beast. Tomorrow..." At this point, the thin man's voice choked, "Tomorrow... I will pull out all the corns..."

Li Zhuang didn't understand, so while everyone was looking at the man, he quickly hid in his room.

He lifted up the layers of moldy bedding and found the thing at the foot of the bed. He was relieved to see that it had not been touched.

It was a wrinkled sweat towel, originally white, but turned yellow due to being used by its owner.

Li Zhuang's eyes flickered as he turned the sweat towel over. In its interlayer, there was a letter written in blood.

The first sentence is - I am guilty.