The villain is invincible

Chapter 33 The Past of the World
Yo you big bastard!
Mai Fan, who still has many questions about this task, needs to figure out another problem urgently. 'How do I convert the time in the mission world to the time in the real world... '

'I have looked for the answer in the diary several times, but it has never given a definite answer. '

'According to the timeline of this world, nearly five years have passed in my real world. '

'It would take me so long for one world, even if each of my worlds were [-]% complete. '

'When I have enough energy to bring my grandfather back to reality, I will count his lifespan, don't give me a handful of ashes! '

'Then you are too bullying! '

Isn't this pulling people to do white jobs?
In fact, the previous diary did not answer this question because the watch that represented the completion of the task... did not appear.

Now, the task of the first world has been basically completed, then this question can give Mai Fan a clear answer.

The diary was very dedicated and gave the exact feedback: 'Huangliang is a dream, a dream of Huangliang. '

'The world that the tasker has to experience may take only one day to complete, or it may take a lifetime. '

' But no matter how long he lives in the world of the mission, after he successfully returns, it will only be a moment in the real world of the missionary. '

' That's the magic of the Strongest Villain mission. '

'Let the executor experience the daily life of the different world villains, which is a feeling that most people don't play with! '

Hearing this, Mai Fan felt relieved.

Then the problem that he is most worried about now does not exist.

Mai Fan, whose answer was resolved, temporarily left the black dial in the tavern. He took the diary and planned to leave.

'Hey hey hey! '

The diary was hot and faint: 'Don't go, don't you plan to choose to return? '

Mai Fan stopped, and smiled very cunningly: "For my grandfather, is there any difference between my return at the age of 70 and my return now?" '

'Although you've been instilling with me, this is just the world of missions. '

'But I, who have lived in this world, know that the path that can be changed artificially must be a world where living people exist. '

'Look, now, by my side, there are people who didn't appear next to the former villain. '

'Doesn't this just show that this world is a perfect individual, an existence different from my world? '

'So, I would not choose to leave now. '

'I am in this world, and there is someone who cares about me waiting for me. '

'For the sake of rice grains, I am also willing to experience a slowly aging life here. '

There is no internet in this world, and conditions are not very developed.

But there's someone waiting for Mai Fan to come home, someone who will be heartbroken when he leaves, just because of this... it's enough to keep him.

Mai Fan's voice fell, there was no more noise in the tavern, and the diary became ordinary again.

Mai Fan, who had withdrawn from his thoughts, opened his eyes in the cab.

He touched the brand new steering wheel and smiled steadfastly and contentedly.

He wants to see Mier, right away, right away.

The grains of rice this day were very strange.

Because her boyfriend always looked at her silly, as if the last bit of window paper between the two had been pierced.

His courage seems to have grown very big, and his attitude has become very close.

At this time, Mai Fan made her feel that he really, really liked her.

Rice grains do not know why, but the joy is about to overflow in the heart.

She happily looked at Mai Fan at the dinner table, very sincere to reassure her parents, and watched Mai Fan begging to hand her into his hands.

She knew that with him in her future, her life would be very happy.

These hunches of rice grains…

After ten years, 20 years, and even the test of a lifetime.

When she was lying on the hospital bed with white hair, her lover did not let go of her hands.

……

People always have some feelings about their own life coming to an end...

……

Today is like yesterday, warm and peaceful, and even the little flowers outside the window are more beautiful, but the grain of rice that has been quietly leaning on the pillow suddenly opened his mouth: "Mai Fan?"

"Ok?"

"You said the current scene, do you feel familiar?"

Mai Fan, who was sitting beside the bed and was slowly reciting a book, stopped.

At this time, he has gray hair, but the years have left him with a refined temperament and a graceful demeanor.

This handsome old man smiled wickedly like a grain of rice on the first day he saw him, and answered his wife's best love words in the world: "Remember, how could I forget?"

"That was the hardest time for me, right? We've only known each other for a few months?"

"It was so bitter, you came with me, how can you compare it with such sweetness now?"

Mi Li was amused again, her chest was a little stuffy, and she was panting a little while laughing.

"Mai Fan, the jasmine flowers are blooming outside the house, don't you always say that I am very similar to the jasmine flowers?"

"Why, I haven't seen you give me the spring flowers this year?"

This old husband and wife, the wife is still like a little girl.

Mai Fan shook his head helplessly, put down the book in his hand, turned and left the ward.

It's so good, after so many years of mutual affection, he really likes the straight character of rice grains.

Just as Mai Fan was walking into the small garden in the backyard of the hospital and was going to stealthily destroy the flowers, he was suddenly stopped by someone from behind: "Hey! That old man! What are you doing!"

"The flowers in this garden are all raised in the hospital! Who made you break them?"

Oops, got caught.

Mai Fan smiled and turned around to explain to the people behind him. Who would have thought about turning his head, he found that the person in front of him... turned out to be an old acquaintance whom he hadn't seen for many years.

"It's you?"

"Are you He Wenjuan?"

Mai Fan's tone was too uncertain. The person who scolded him was wearing a temporary work uniform and holding a gardener's tool in his hand.

And He Wenjuan, who was called out by Mai Fan, first squinted and stared at Mai Fan for a long time... Then she seemed to have a memory, showing a stunned expression.

"Oh, so it's you..."

"What are you doing here?"

Mai Fan smiled with a guilty conscience of being stabbed and sabotaged: "It's nothing, my wife is hospitalized here, and the flowers are blooming well outside, and I want to take one up and take a look."

"Well, it's on the fifth floor of the inpatient department."

Mai Fan pointed up, He Wenjuan followed and looked over, and then spoke again, the sourness in her voice could not be concealed: "That's a VIP ward, and it costs a lot of money a day."

(End of this chapter)