Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"All its teeth have been pulled out." Lai Zi squatted down and touched the wet, sick dog's head. The dog's head drooped weakly, making a pitiful whimper.

Zhang Chunliang frowned as he watched his rough movements. The big dog, whose fur color could not be seen clearly, was trembling all over and its head kept looking towards him, as if asking for help.

Zhang Chunliang squatted down and gently rubbed the dog's chin.

The struggling big dog suddenly stopped all movements and softly placed the weight of its head in his palm.

Zhang Chunliang stretched out his left hand and tried to pry open the big dog's mouth. He was prepared for the dog to avoid him, but he didn't expect that the big dog was quite docile. After realizing his intention, it opened its mouth in accordance with his strength.

"Good boy." Zhang Chunliang comforted it in a low voice.

The big dog became a little more alert, and its tail swept gently in the sack, making a rustling sound.

——Lai Zi was right. All the teeth of this dog were smashed and stripped out. Zhang Chunliang felt something wet in its mouth. He thought it was the big dog's saliva, but when he raised his hand, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

"It won't live long." Lai Zi patiently waited for Zhang Chunliang to finish looking at the dog before explaining, "It can't eat, and its paws are smashed. I don't know how many dogs Liu Dagen, the old beast, has tortured to death."

As he said that, he kicked the person kneeling next to him on the head. The kick was very heavy, and the dull "bang" sound made Liu Dagen tremble violently all over, but he didn't even dare to scream in pain.

"Hmm." Zhang Chunliang gently loosened his hands, and the big dog's head fell into the dirty sack. It rubbed it restlessly twice and let out a wronged hum from its throat.

"Don't worry about it, young comrade." Lai Zi coughed twice, his throat tight. "I brought pork head from town today, as well as stir-fried vegetables and white rice. Some time ago, I was a little rude to you young intellectuals from the city... ahem... please be magnanimous and don't bother with a rough man like me."

I don't know where Lai Zi learned these fancy words. He showed his white teeth, and when he smiled, his hideous scar twisted and twitched like a centipede. Combined with his stammering apology, it looked extremely scary.

Zhang Chunliang moved his mouth twice and refused again with difficulty: "Thank you, I appreciate your kindness...but our activity group still has tasks to do tomorrow, I want to go back and rest early..."

Lai Zi suddenly shuddered all over: "Yes, yes, take a rest! I, I happen to have an empty house here, and it is fully furnished. If you don't mind, little comrade, you can come and stay here."

His eyes swept over the old mattress that Zhang Chunliang had placed aside, and he added, "They are all newly made, and the cotton is of the season, with no insects or moisture..."

Zhang Chunliang's eyes lit up. It would be a good thing for him to be able to change houses.

Even if he had a body of steel, he would probably get seriously ill if he settled in a dangerous house like that with drafts coming in from all sides.

What's more, he also carried some valuable items with him. These in-game items could not be stored in his system backpack. It would be terrible if some villager took them away when he was out on a mission.

"Really? Thank you in advance."

He became excited and wanted to go to the dangerous building immediately to get his things, then change to another room to have a good rest for the night.

"Woo-wool..." The big dog seemed to sense that the two were about to leave, and suddenly started barking softly again.

No one knew where it got the strength from, but it actually moved forward a few steps with its front paws, trying to stand up and follow the two of them.

Zhang Chunliang looked at this scene, exhaled, turned around and asked Xiang Laizi: "Brother, how much does it cost to make a mattress in our village?"

Lai Zi was stunned, frowned and thought for a while: "What, three or four pieces can make a good one."

Oh, it seems that the money I brought is enough to buy the village chief a new mattress.

Zhang Chunliang felt relieved, picked up the old mattress on the ground and brushed off the dust.

Lai Zi watched his movements in confusion until he walked towards the dying dog holding the mattress.

"You, what are you doing?" Lai Zi was stunned at first, then looked at him helplessly, "Little comrade, there is no way to save him. He has lost all his teeth. He can only wait to die."

The big dog's entire body was soaked with a liquid that was either water or blood, and it was shivering pitifully in the chilly spring weather. Although it was large in size, when it stretched out its body it was skinny and bony, and it looked like it would not live long.

Zhang Chunliang wrapped the mattress around the big dog and tried to find a suitable angle to pick it up.

Unexpectedly, the dog was incredibly smart and immediately understood his thoughts. It used all its strength to raise its paws and put them on Zhang Chunliang's shoulders.

Zhang Chunliang used the force to hold the dog against his body. Its wet and cold big head buried itself in the crook of Zhang Chunliang's neck and began to hum again.

Zhang Chunliang reached out and stroked the big dog's head, then said goodbye to him calmly - Lai Zi had to stay to deal with Liu Dagen, and he said that he would go to find Zhang Chunliang after he finished these chores.

Zhang Chunliang walked much faster while holding a big dog. Maybe it was because he had a living creature to accompany him, but his fear of walking at night in the silent and dark village suddenly dissipated a lot. The strong chill was also dispelled by the dog's head which was gradually warming up.

Soon, he arrived at the small mud house where he was temporarily staying.

Zhang Chunliang walked into his broken door, picked up the worm-eaten door bolt, and tried to lock the door.

He suddenly paused.

There is no fence outside the small mud house. Not far away there is a crooked jujube tree, which looks like a distorted human figure in the night.

Zhang Chunliang's vision was a little blurry, but he could still sense that there was a child standing under the tree, staring in his direction.

He closed the door with a bang. This somewhat uncontrolled movement caused dust to fall from the entire wall.

Zhang Chunliang bolted the door and took a quick breath. He looked towards the window. The tattered window paper made a crisp sound in the wind, and there was no warmth in the whole room.

The hole was big enough for people outside to have a clear view of the house.

He found the newspaper he had sat on yesterday, scooped some sticky rice from his lunch box, pressed it on the four sides of the window, and pasted the newspaper on it.

The newspaper had no ability to protect him from the cold, but it gave him a sense of security.

He had a feeling that the boy was still staring at him.

He recognized the figure - on their way to the village, he followed the players like a ghost, staring at everyone grimly.

No, Zhang Chunliang's throat rolled - this boy was following him.

The moonlight is exceptionally bright tonight.

Even the newspaper on the window that depicted the attempt to cover up one's own crime was printed clearly.

Zhang Chunliang hugged the big dog, leaned against the wall facing the window, and stared vigilantly at the words on the newspaper: "Good harvest! Congratulations! The rice yield per mu has exceeded a hundred times this year! The people are celebrating!"

The big dog seemed to sense his nervousness and licked his ear gently with its big wet tongue.

Seeing that Zhang Chunliang showed no disgust or resistance, it gathered its strength and started licking him.

It really seems like a lot.

The reason for bringing the dying dog home, apart from wanting to verify Liu Dagen's sneaky night trips and his eagerness to abandon it, was another reason - it looked too much like his beloved pet Duoduo.

It was clearly a tense confrontation moment with the weird NPC, but Zhang Chunliang's thoughts were diverted for a moment by the soft and warm big tongue beside his neck.

Duoduo is the sweet little golden retriever raised by him and Shen Xingyi. It has been much bigger than other golden retrievers since it was young, and its huge size often scares people.

Duoduo is the most spoiled one, often lying at Zhang Chunliang's feet and asking him to make delicious food for him. What he looks forward to most every day is the moment when Zhang Chunliang takes out the dog leash, which means he can run around the streets with his beloved father.

This guy is very sensitive and can observe Zhang Chunliang's mood very well. Whenever he is depressed, Duoduo will come over with his tail between his legs and lick his face with saliva.

I don't know what happened to Duoduo after he died. He was the pickiest eater. Was there anyone who fed him his favorite big chicken drumstick every day? Shen Xingyi should have taken good care of him. I hope he can forget about me soon and he will always be a carefree puppy.

Zhang Chunliang suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood. He gently pinched the big dog's long mouth and said helplessly: "If you are injured, just rest well and don't move around all the time."

The big dog obediently put its head on Zhang Chunliang's shoulder. When he focused his attention on the window again, it stuck out its tongue and began to lick Zhang Chunliang's ears seriously again.

But Zhang Chunliang was too busy trying to stop it.

The words on the newspaper turned into a black mass - to be precise, someone was standing in front of his window, printing a dark figure on the newspaper.

The boy came out from under the tree.

Why hasn't Lai Zi come yet? Zhang Chunliang was furious, and he felt that time was passing terribly long.

What time is it now? It's only twelve o'clock, or is it already early in the morning?

Zhang Chunliang tensed his body and pulled up the infographic of his "Puppeteer" tattoo.

The clear remaining number of uses (5/7) on it made him a little confused.

"System, did you underestimate it? I just controlled that Liu Dagen."

[Since the host did not cause serious consequences, this use will not be counted towards the skill's frequency.]

If the situation wasn't so serious, Zhang Chunliang would have laughed out loud.

The Holy Father System is very much like a prim and reserved gentleman. It adheres to its own strange principles. For example, now it believes that Liu Dagen deserves his punishment, so it secretly increases the number of times Zhang Chunliang's "Puppet Master" is used by one.

It seems that the Holy Father System is indeed worthy of its reputation.

"Woo--" The big dog beside Zhang Chunliang's ear suddenly stopped moving and made a small whimper.

Why are you acting like a spoiled brat again? He really doesn't have time now...

Wait, why did the figure in the window disappear?

"Woo--" The big dog's voice suddenly became clear and heavy. It was a low voice of intimidation and warning. It seemed to have seen something and was struggling to climb up from Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang quickly steadied his movements, followed his gaze, and slowly looked up at the rotten beams.

——A pale face was hidden behind the beam, staring at him straightly. It was unknown how long it had been staring at him.

A cool air poured down Zhang Chunliang's head, giving him goose bumps instantly. However, rather than the boy's terrifying appearance, the first thing he noticed was the boy's hand clinging to the beam.

Those hands were pitch black, as if they had been burned by fire.