Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Xuanwa, come and have some fruit." An old voice came from across a crooked wooden house.

Xuan Qishui sat bored in the shabby little rental house, flipping through a notebook, with a pile of smelly waste paper and plastic bottles around him.

This is his "home" in this copy.

The parents of "Xuan Qishui" in the copy died early, and there were only elderly grandparents in the family who made a living by picking up scraps and raising their only grandson.

If things developed here, it would still be a warm and inspiring story, except - this is a game world.

In the Game House dungeon, there is an unspoken rule that the older and weaker the NPC is, the more unfathomable their strength is.

Long before returning home, Xuan Qishui hypnotized his neighbors and asked them a lot of questions.

For example, the old couple in his family never went out on weekdays. Almost no one had ever seen them buy ingredients outside to cook, and the smell of food had never come from their shabby little house.

They were like two strange ghosts, hiding during the day and coming out at night, dragging their old bodies and strolling slowly on the street at night.

The neighbors were very wary of these two old men. They said that these two immortal old guys might suck people’s life span and even eat living people!

"Xuanwa - come and have some fruit." The old man shouted at the top of his voice.

"I'll be right there." Xuan Qishui closed the original owner's notebook.

The notebook recorded the original owner's disgust and hatred for this shabby and dirty family. He naturally discovered that his grandparents were not "normal", so he seldom went home. This time, Xuan Qishui came back reluctantly in order to complete the task.

"Kid - eat some fruit." A hoarse voice urged Xuan Qishui to eat persistently.

Xuan Qishui glanced around. The place he was in was probably not a living room. The sofa was made of cardboard and garbage, and covered with a layer of greasy and dirty cloth.

An old woman in heavy and tattered clothes sat on the sofa, shriveled and motionless.

The dirty old man with sparse hair and missing one eye placed a plate of tender and fresh red fruits on a simple wooden board and urged him on.

"Grandpa, grandma, you guys eat." Xuan Qishui politely refused.

"We have no teeth and can't bite it. Let Xuanwa eat it." The old lady raised her eyes and looked straight at Xuan Qishui.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and there was a greasy light bulb hanging in the small room. The old woman's sunken eyes were like two black holes, her face was wrinkled with smile, and her teeth were all gone, leaving only the flesh-colored gums.

"Kid, eat the fruit quickly." The old man urged again without giving up.

He picked up a fruit with his dirt-covered hands and forced it into Xuan Qishui's mouth.

Xuan Qishui is a very impatient player.

He has always been an advocate of violent breakthroughs, and at this moment he is impatient to play along with these two NPCs of unknown strength. He knows very well that the longer he stays here, the harder it will be for him to escape.

"I said I don't want to eat it, don't you understand?!" He shouted angrily and threw the fruit to the ground.

The beautiful red fruits splashed their sweet juice on the ground.

The originally warm atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Xuan Wa, what are you doing..." The old man hunched over and picked up the fruit on the ground. "This is a good thing, but I found it with great difficulty. Why are you wasting it?"

Xuan Qishui snorted coldly and pulled out the rare item "God-killing Blade" that he obtained in the previous copy from his backpack.

In order to get this knife, he killed seven of his teammates, and as a result, he was thrown into this S-level copy by Game House, but he felt that the price was worth it.

"God-killing Blade" can ignore any level of defense and directly cause damage to the NPC's body.

Even the wolf-headed men in the school who ignored the players' attack items could not withstand three hits from his "God-killing Blade".

This is the confidence that gives him the courage to turn against the NPC.

"Grandpa and grandma, I'm sorry. I don't want to do this either." Xuan Qishui lazily raised the knife and chopped at the old man who was still wiping the fruit with heartache.

An old head fell to the ground and rolled into a ball along with the bright red fruit in his hand.

Xuan Qishui said apologetically: "But I really don't like eating fruit."

——Alas... I don’t know what to say.

——This is the third player who got caught. This dog game is really good.

——There is no way, these NPCs are too confusing. These family members of the player look like bloody little bosses at first glance. Who would have thought that they can't be killed at all.

——What a pity. I was quite optimistic about the player who just died. He was a straightforward killer and a practical man. Who would have thought that these two old guys could regenerate limbs, and each severed limb could be regenerated into an identical person... Alas, I watched him being eaten by so many old men and women...

——This idiot deserved to die. I have seen this instance before. This old man and old woman are one of the few friendly NPCs in the instance. They really treat the player like their grandson. I got up early today and used the money from selling garbage to buy him some fruit. The fruit I fed him was a very valuable food item in this instance. It can permanently increase the player's strength by 8% and improve memory. But this idiot didn't have a brain and didn't figure out any clues. He just killed the old man rashly. If I were the old man, I would also eat this unfilial descendant.

——This is the disadvantage of brute force clearance. There are more and more confusing traps in the dungeon designs of Game House now. The mode of brute force clearance is becoming less and less suitable here and will only make players die faster.

——I have watched this instance three times, so I have the final say. In fact, these NPCs are hidden props and welfare senders. Some of them do have bad intentions towards players and try every means to kill them. But on the other hand, there are really a lot of good things around them. As long as the players are brave enough, they can make a lot of money. The premise is to avoid the malicious harm of these NPC families and gain their favorability.

——No, this is too bad, isn't it? The NPC family wants to hurt you, and not only can you not resist, but you also have to please them in order to get something. It's too frustrating...

——How true! Isn’t this the meaning of family?

——It looks like there’s a story upstairs.

——Come on, who doesn’t have a story if they can enter this crappy place like Game House?

"Mr. Zhang, there's someone knocking on the door. Is our son back?!" Mother Zhang, who was busy in the kitchen, excitedly raised the spoon and urged Father Zhang to open the door.

Father Zhang had already placed the wine glasses. Upon hearing this, he quickly wiped his hands and ran to open the door.

"Son - I miss you so much!" As soon as Zhang's father opened the door, he shouted in a voice as loud as a bell.

But what he saw in front of him was not his long-awaited son, but a teenager sitting in a wheelchair.

"Dad." Zhang Chunliang jumped out from the side and smiled a little embarrassedly, "This is my classmate. No one is at home today. Can he stay at our house for a day?"

Father Zhang stood at the door in shock. After a long time, he reluctantly nodded and made way for the two to enter the house.

"Dad is not saying anything to you, but how can you bring back just anyone? You didn't seem to have told us about such a friend before." Father Zhang looked at Chen Yue with dissatisfaction for a moment, then frowned heavily.

"Liangliang, uncle doesn't seem to welcome me, so I'd better leave first." Chen Yue drooped his eyelashes slightly, and his handsome face looked a little lonely. "I really caused you too much trouble."

"You can't leave! Dad, you're going too far. If Chen Yue leaves, I will leave with him!" Zhang Chunliang pretended to be angry and made a gesture to leave.

"No, we haven't eaten yet, where are you going?!" Zhang's father's face changed drastically, and he quickly glanced at the kitchen. He stammered twice, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, let your friend stay! But you can only stay for one night, you have to leave tomorrow!"

The smile on Zhang Chunliang's face deepened, and he nodded obediently.

Zhang's mother quickly poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "Son, come to the kitchen and cook with me. I miss you so much!"

There was an expression of uncontrollable anticipation on her face. She looked carefully at Zhang Chunliang's exposed skin with an expression of satisfaction and greed.

Zhang Chunliang sent Chen Yue back to his room, then rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

"Son, come on, help mom cut two potatoes." Mother Chen said impatiently.

Cutting potatoes is not a difficult task. Zhang Chunliang took the potatoes and began to cut them into shreds carefully.

"Yes, just cut it like this. My son's knife skills are getting better and better." Chen's mother encouraged exaggeratedly, with a terribly curved look in her eyes.

Zhang Chunliang saw Zhang's mother behind him in the reflection of the blade. She was a woman with a completely distorted face. Her eyes were curved like crescents, her eyeballs were pitch black, her nose was moving exaggeratedly, and she was getting closer and closer to Zhang Chunliang's neck.

Her fangs were exposed, her teeth were covered with yellow tartar, and there was bright red flesh between her teeth.

Zhang Chunliang didn't observe her for long before a strong sense of danger made him stop what he was doing.

Is that potato this big? Why did it take me so long to finish cutting it?

Zhang Chunliang bit the tip of his tongue hard, his vision blurred for a moment, and then he became extremely clear - he realized that he was not cutting potatoes at all, he had cut off half of his left palm, bright red blood was oozing out of his wound, but he didn't feel anything at all.

[Detect the host's use of the tattoo "朏朏" effect, the remaining number of uses (3/5)

Side effects: Feeling cold for 3 hours]

Perhaps because the wound was not fatal and the side effects were not serious, Zhang Chunliang quickly repaired the wound.

"Son? Why did you stop? There is still a big piece of potato left. Finish cutting it quickly!" Zhang's mother began to urge, and the sound of swallowing saliva rang clearly in Zhang Chunliang's ears.

Zhang Chunliang threw down the knife, stood in front of the chopping board with his head down and said nothing.

Zhang's mother's eyes became grim. She slowly leaned on Zhang Chunliang's back and asked word by word, "Son, why did you stop? Did you see something?"

The sound was like the ferocious roar of a wild beast, rough and murderous.

"Yes, I saw it..." Zhang Chunliang's voice suddenly became a little choked, his whole body began to tremble violently, and then he turned his head abruptly and hugged the ugly monster behind him, "Woo woo - Mom, I saw it all -!"

Mother Zhang was startled by this sudden hug. She instantly regained her human form and asked dryly, "Son, son...? What's wrong with you?"

This was the first time that a child held her in his arms with such genuine affection, and for a moment, she almost thought it was her own child.

Zhang Chunliang had tears in his eyes and looked at his mother sadly: "Mom...you have aged a lot...why are there so many wrinkles on your face..."

Zhang Chunliang's superb performance was so flawless that Zhang's mother was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously touched her face and only felt roughness.

Zhang Chunliang sobbed quietly for a while, then whispered, "Mom... I actually came back a long time ago... I was downstairs just now, and saw Dad and an aunt hugging each other very intimately, and Dad also said something... You are so beautiful, so much better than that yellow-faced woman at home."

Zhang's mother finally realized what Zhang Chunliang meant. She began to tremble uncontrollably. She had no time to think about making a big meal. She gritted her teeth and asked angrily, "Did you see it? Did you really see it?!"

Zhang Chunliang nodded affirmatively, his eyes upright and clear.

His appearance was so deceptive that Zhang's mother felt more certain.

"You are such a jerk, Zhang Desheng!" Zhang's mother's expression began to twist and turn hideous again. "I worked hard at home to cook you a big meal, but you actually went out and flirted with other girls behind my back!!"

Zhang Chunliang picked up a mirror and held it in front of Zhang's mother.

An ugly, jealous face suddenly appeared in front of Zhang's mother, scaring her.

"Mom, you've already lost." Zhang Chunliang showed a sympathetic expression, "Look at how you look now, you're not even half as pretty as before. Even if you rush out and have a big fight with Dad right now, you won't be able to win back his heart."

Zhang's mother stepped back weakly and kicked the side dishes on the ground. She was filled with anger and grief and had no interest in cooking for her "son".

"Mother, is the meal ready? Why has there been no movement for so long?" Father Zhang leaned his head in and asked Mother Zhang expectantly.

When he saw Zhang Chunliang intact, his expression was stunned. In his mind, Zhang Chunliang should have turned into a pile of scraps of food.

"Come on, come on, all you do is eat! Am I your nanny?!" Zhang's father's words irritated Zhang's mother. She suddenly smashed the plates on the table frantically and pushed her husband out of the kitchen.

"Mom, please don't do this!" Zhang Chunliang hugged his mother around the waist with real affection and shouted, "If you do this, Dad will continue to hate you."

Zhang's father, who had been beaten for no apparent reason, looked up at Zhang Chunliang with gratitude, then said in grief, "Look at him, look at him, what a mess he is, like a madman, making a fool of himself for the children!"

Zhang's mother glared at her husband fiercely, then rushed out of the kitchen and ran into the bedroom.

Zhang Chunliang knew that she was looking for evidence of her husband's infidelity.

"What did you say to her?" Zhang's father sensed something was wrong and looked at Zhang Chunliang carefully with an unfriendly look. He clearly smelled a smell of blood, but there was nothing in the kitchen. This time the prey was a little strange.

Zhang Chunliang showed a mysterious smile and stretched out his hand to make a silent gesture: "This is a little secret between my mother and me, Dad."

Niu Lili's hint made Zhang Chunliang understand the trap rules of the game house: players cannot harm NPC family members.

So how can one successfully escape from the hands of "family members" who are full of hostility towards oneself?

Just let them kill each other and have no time to take care of themselves.

Zhang Chunliang wiped the blood off the chopping board and started to cook dinner comfortably.

Not only did he want to kill these guys without bloodshed, he also wanted them to be grateful to him.

Who makes them a loving family?