Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Cheers!" Zhang Chunliang made a wine glass out of a leaf and filled it with some clean water.

He clinked glasses lightly with one of Big Sweet Potato's claws, then tilted his head back and drank the hard-earned water.

Lu Zhi was covered in dirt, and even his clothes were filled with rough sand. He shook off the grass roots in his scalp and raised his tattered military water bottle.

This scene is simply - too fantastic! He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Three battered and miserable players, covered in wounds, sat together with two huge sweet potatoes with human faces, drinking water and chatting. Such a scene had never appeared in his most bizarre dreams!

But when he thought of the scene he saw when he was dug out of the soil, he began to feel itchy on his back, so he quickly poured some water into the sweet potato's leaf cup to show his gratitude.

"That group of guys...how could they be so scary?" Li Zhuang's eyes were blurred and he murmured with lingering fear.

In the seemingly peaceful and spacious farmland, every step is actually a hidden trap.

He said that the reason why he felt the ridge was soft and trippy when he walked on it was that it turned out that the land had been drilled countless times by strange human hands!

As he and Lu Zhi were completing their mission hand in hand, these claws silently crawled all over their backs and sucked their blood silently.

The sweet potato spirits grew on this land and were natural enemies of the Broken Hand. They helped the two players drive away the Broken Hand, but they didn't want them to run around and continue to provoke these guys, so... they planted them in the ground like sweet potatoes.

"You should thank them," Zhang Chunliang concluded. "They even knew to leave you a way out. Otherwise, you would really die without a way to complain."

So Lu Zhi filled the sweet potatoes' cups again.

The sweet potatoes found this way of drinking water very novel. They stretched their root-like claws into the leaf cups and absorbed the water comfortably.

"Do you think..." Li Zhuang stared at the two big sweet potatoes for a long time and spoke hesitantly.

He always felt that the facial features of these two sweet potatoes looked very familiar.

Lu Zhi and Zhang Chunliang looked at each other, understood each other tacitly, and changed the subject at the same time.

"Have you completed your mission?" Zhang Chunliang asked curiously.

"Well, it's done." Lu Zhi's eyes looked a little strange and embarrassed. "It wasn't completed before. It was probably because we were just holding hands and didn't chat, so the system determined that we didn't complete the task."

And now, a few of them... plus two sweet potatoes, were sitting in the shade under the ridge of the field and chatting, and they accidentally completed the task.

Zhang Chunliang stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, and solemnly made an unreasonable request to Da Hongshu.

Under the strange gazes of Lu Zhi and Li Zhuang, Zhang Chunliang, holding a big sweet potato in each hand, walked onto the ridge of the field again.

……

The tall man, wearing a white shirt without a single wrinkle, held a brand new aluminum lunch box and sat beside the field, with his head held high, staring motionlessly into the distance.

The midday sun was dazzling and scorching, not at all like the temperature normally found in spring, which was extremely abnormal.

But the man did not feel any discomfort. His straight shoulders were like an ice sculpture that would never melt, and he was waiting for something patiently and attentively.

For about half an hour, or maybe an hour, the man's only action, apart from waiting with his head held high, was to carefully open the lunch box to see if the porridge inside had cooled down.

Suddenly, there was a little noise coming from the slope not far away.

His ears were sharp and he quickly picked up a noisy sound.

"Is this... okay? This is too outrageous!"

Zhang Chunliang's gentle voice followed closely: "Anyway, the system has determined that I have completed it. I will give some gifts to the big sweet potatoes when I have time. Is there any anthelmintic in this era?"

Xu Er trembled for a moment, he stood up suddenly, and stared at the slope in almost a daze.

It would be great if this place was flat. He clenched his lunch box tightly, feeling a little nervous - if it was flat ground, he should have seen the young man.

A familiar head of disheveled hair appeared in front of him, a little messy and frizzy, but cute in a different way.

Zhang Chunliang completed the second task and was feeling very relieved. When he looked up, he saw a handsome young man beside the slope.

"Eh? Xu...Xu Er?" Zhang Chunliang originally wanted to say hello, but an inexplicable intuition gave him an oppressive sense of crisis.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lu Zhi and Li Zhuang patted him on the shoulder and quietly slipped away.

The expression of this NPC looked too terrifying - even the scorching sun could not wash away the gloomy and cold aura of the young man in front of him.

"Who did it?" His voice was calm, even gentle.

A heavy lunch box was stuffed into Zhang Chunliang's hand. Xu Er's slightly cold palm gently rubbed his left cheek, on which there were two bloody scars caused by the severed hand.

Zhang Chunliang instinctively avoided the topic. He coughed twice and opened the lunch box with pretended anticipation.

"Did you bring it to me? You are so polite. Thank you so much...thank you..."

Because of the temperature, the porridge in the lunch box was warm and just right for eating. But when Zhang Chunliang saw what was in the porridge, he couldn't help but be silent.

"Sweet potato porridge." Xu Er perked up, a dimple formed on his cheeks, and introduced it to him implicitly, "With my pickled radish - I cooked it for a long time."