Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Wen Liang picked up the chess pieces and looked at Hilton's deflated face, apologizing repeatedly in his heart.

After all, in the entire hospital, except for Hilton, anyone who can give Wen a good face is not a human being.

In order to maintain his image, Wen Liang continued to brag about himself:

"Sentinels are the result of human evolution. Survival of the fittest. Their abilities are better than those of ordinary people. Doctor, you don't have to feel inferior."

Hilton slammed the table and stood up, almost throwing his glasses off:

"I'm asking for trouble by trying to find a solution for you every day. Without a guide, you sentinels are just crazy."

Wen Liang lowered his head, thinking with a guilty conscience that Hilton did have some issues. Hilton was the only person he could talk to, so he made Hilton angry every time he opened his eyes.

But Hilton still came over like a masochist.

No, he is the masochist, asking for trouble all day long. Two masochists are fighting each other.

Today's task of being scolded was completed, and Wen Liang rarely did not argue back.

When Hilton lowered his head, he saw that the young man had calmed down and was helping him set up the chessboard. His fluffy hair trembled slightly with his movements, and occasionally a strand of hair would stand up.

This kid seemed to be very resentful about the fact that the guides could not be better than the sentinels. It could even be said that he hated every guide equally, and worshipped the sentinels like a fanatical believer.

Over the years, the social issue of who is more important, sentinel or guide, has indeed become increasingly intensified. Hilton feels that Chen Zui must have been led astray by some radical organizations during his growth.

He is obviously just a child who has just reached adulthood, but he has to act like a big shot and acts like he has a deep hatred for everyone.

When he is quiet and obedient, he looks very well behaved.

"Doctor, can we play another game? I'll let you win this time so you don't lose so badly."

Hilton almost vomited blood, but the child raised his head, and his round eyes looked at him expectantly...

Hilton sat down without saying a word and continued to be tortured.

"Colonel Liu's ability to counsel is top-notch. He left in a hurry last time and I didn't have time to ask him. Was the counseling not good? How come there was no effect at all?"

Wen Liang curled his lips: "I don't need a guide. They don't like me, and I don't like them either."

Chen Zui really had no guide in the Federation willing to guide him.

Hilton had a headache: "I know someone else. You have to lick him even if he stands in front of you. He is just a tough guy, but..."

Hilton thought of the marshal who was being treated at the federal hospital, shook his head, and said regretfully, "He never counseled the sentries."

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Wen Liang learned to explore his own spiritual realm.

It was a desolate and dim plain, without even a trace of wind. It was so stuffy that Wen Liang didn't want to stay there for even a second longer.

However, because he was scolded every day, Wen Liang's mental strength was constantly improving, and the picture in the spiritual realm was gradually getting better.

But Wen Liang has never been able to find any trace of the spiritual body in the spiritual realm.

Unable to find his own, Wen Liang would go look for other people’s spirit bodies to play with every day.

Black Panther comes every day, on time, just like he goes to work.

Everyone in the hospital seemed to be afraid of it, so when the time came, there was no one in the hospital garden, only Wen Liang and the big black cat.

The good news is that Black Panther's owner seems to have a free-range policy, so Wen Liang can pet the cat without restraint and has never been discovered by the owner.

It’s hot today, and the big cat used its head to push Wen Liang towards the fountain.

If someone saw it on the street, they would scream and run away:

"Whose spirit is this? Too strong!"

"That person has been treated as a toy, what if he is played to death? Should we save him?"

"Why save him? He was the one who betrayed Colonel Liu. It would be best if he died."

"Is he the Chen Zui?"

"Yes, I know him too. He's always pretending, but he's just a low-level sentry."

.....

Wen Liang listened to the conversation gradually fading away and asked the system, "I thought that my betrayal of Liu Song was a very rare thing, why does it feel like everyone knows about it?"

[886: Liu Song has reported this to his superiors. The verdict may be coming soon.]

【Wen Liang: Oh】

[886: Why aren't you in a hurry at all? Collaborating with space pirates is a serious crime.]

[Wen Liang: I am cannon fodder, why should I be in such a hurry?]

There is very little information about Chen Zui in the original novel.

The protagonist, who was reborn as Lucius, was unable to return to Earth in a short time, so he had no chance to take revenge. Chen Zui went on missions all day long, going to black holes in various regions to kill insects. It was not until Lucius led his troops to capture the Earth for the first time that Chen Zui was killed by the protagonist himself.

Chen Zui's death only takes up one line.

[886: No... You're not afraid of fighting the Zerg so you want to go to jail!?]

[Wen Liang: .....Is that an ordinary big bug? It's a five-meter-tall big bug with tentacles! ]

【886: Waste! 】

Wen Liang: ...

[Wen Liang: Was the wonderful time we just had seaweed? How did you learn to curse like Hilton? ]

To be honest, the most terrifying creatures Wen Liang has ever seen are zombies, but zombies are still human beings after all.

He had already planned it out. Liu Song hated him now, so he might as well stay in jail for a while and then find a chance to reduce his prison sentence by exchanging information about Lucius's plan to invade the earth in three months.

He ran away after coming out of prison!!

Wen Liang felt that his plan was perfect. This was the advantage of being a cannon fodder. It was inconspicuous, had no important plot, and was very flexible. After escaping, he could secretly investigate the truth behind the death of Liu Song's brother, and then quietly send the evidence to Liu Song.

In this way, you can avoid being liked by the protagonist and still complete the task.

Wen Liang felt that he was a genius at being a host, and he made rapid progress in just a few worlds.

"Don't lick me, don't lick me, hahahaha it's itchy, don't lick the chocolate..."

Wen Liang didn’t know what the black panther was called, but he couldn’t call him big cat, after all, he was a majestic leopard.

So Wen Liang gave it a temporary name, Chocolate, Dark Chocolate.

Chocolate must like this name very much. As soon as Wen Liang called him, he pushed Wen Liang directly into the fountain pool.

Wen Liang sat down in the water with his legs resting on the edge of the fountain, and used his hands to support his back to avoid diving into the water.

"Chocolate, you are so naughty. I am all wet. You can't lick me."

In the first few days, the big cat just licked Wen Liang's hand. Wen Liang didn't stop it, so it started to get worse.

Later, it turned into a situation where Wen Liang had to limp away from it whenever he had to spend the entire afternoon with it.

Chocolate paced back and forth outside the fountain, calling out restlessly, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

Later, he jumped directly into the pool, splashing water all over Wen Liang.

"Why are you so irritable today? Leopard is irritable and I won’t hold you anymore."

Wen Liang wanted to prop up himself with his arms to get out of the water, but the black panther growled and splashed water, not forgetting to lick Wen Liang with its barbed tongue, causing the young man who had just stood up to sit down again.

"hon, вephncь" (Noah, come back)

Suddenly, a soft shout made Wen Liang's gaze move away from Chocolate and look not far away.

A man walked over from the direction Wen Liang had just come from. The sunlight shone down from the top of his head, casting a dazzling golden edge on the man's long platinum hair. The man had deep facial features, deeply folded brow bones, and a high nose bridge. He looked like a mixed-race prince who had walked out of a medieval oil painting.

The man's long eyelashes could not hide his cold green eyes. Although it was warm sunlight, the green in the man's eyes was cold and chilly, like a frozen lake in winter.

Wen Liang shuddered and his heart skipped a beat. He even felt vaguely that this man was so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether he was androgynous. But when he looked more closely, he could see the majesty in the man's brow, the aura of a superior who had been immersed in power for a long time.

What country's blood is this mixed with... Wen Liang muttered to himself, how come this is so good-looking...