Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The evil Buddha raised his head, and there was a moment of confusion on his hideous and grotesque face. He shook the little man on his body, clumsily straightened his drooping head, and then instantly turned into a ball of insubstantial black mist.

The black fog engulfed Zhang Chunliang and disappeared into the scorching and irritable wilderness.

……

Zhang Chunliang had a dream, probably just a dream, because he could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.

In the dream, he was standing next to a lazy young man, watching him carefully cutting up food - dry steamed buns stuffed with red bean filling.

Zhang Chunliang's throat rolled and he felt a little hungry. This was already a perfect delicacy in this desperate doomsday.

The young man had his back to him and did not seem to notice that there was another person next to him. He broke the three steamed buns into six pieces of different sizes, then compared them for a long time and threw the largest one to a dog next to him.

"Are you still awake?" the boy asked.

Zhang Chunliang was stunned. This familiar voice... was Qu Anran.

He looked at the inconspicuous yellow dog again, as if he realized something, and took two steps forward in disbelief.

The yellow-haired dog was terribly thin, with messy and dull fur and many scabbed wounds. It was quietly nestling beside an unconscious man, staring at him without blinking.

It picked up the half steamed bun and hid it under its belly.

"Believe me, he won't like to eat the steamed bread that's stained with your saliva. Even if you save it for him, he may not eat it." The boy answered seriously, "But I don't mind. I can eat it."

The yellow-haired dog didn't even look at him. It put its muzzle close to the man's neck and sniffed it. When it felt the man's blood surging, it closed its eyes with peace of mind.

During this time, the boy had already eaten two small steamed buns. He licked his lips with satisfaction and asked, "Is there any more water? I'm a little choked."

The local dog ignored him and twitched its ears slightly. It had just experienced a big battle and was very weak and urgently needed some sleep.

"Mad dog!" The young man was finally helpless. "Zhang Chunliang is just asleep, not dead. But I'm different. If I don't drink some water, I'll choke to death—"

"You can eat less, idiot." A cold male voice came from behind him, "Food is scarce right now, don't be like a starving ghost, always hungry."

"I won't starve to death, but if I don't drink water I will choke to death." Qu Anran covered her neck and turned her head to answer the man behind her seriously, "I am Zhang Chunliang's good friend. If I choked to death next to him, he would be so sad that he would commit suicide with me."

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the fox's lips. He raised his hand slightly, and a ball of water the size of a ping-pong ball gathered in the air and flew towards Qu Anran.

Qu Anran nimbly picked up the water ball with his mouth and swallowed it as if it were a treasure.

"A little bigger than before. Is your energy recovering?" he asked after taking a deep breath.

"It hasn't recovered. There's just a little more moisture in the air." The fox replied.

This water ball is the largest one he has made since entering the dungeon. Even the omnipotent Mermaid King cannot create liquid out of thin air. This dungeon is very restraining to him.

He turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the young man lying on the ground with a frown on his face.

They found Zhang Chunliang in a group of people fleeing famine. He was dying, had lost all the strength to resist, was on the verge of death, and was almost eaten.

The mad dog's power was also suppressed, and it turned into a small yellow dog of unknown breed. It fought desperately with the group of refugees who were about to turn into hungry ghosts, and finally snatched Zhang Chunliang back.

Up to now, Zhang Chunliang has been in a coma for most of the day.

The fox quietly looked at the young man's fragile and uneasy sleeping face, with a strange scrutiny in his eyes.

As if feeling his gaze, the young man lying on the soft grass moved his head slightly and finally opened his eyes.

"Fox?" The young man was slightly startled, and then he looked at the man in front of him, and then he smiled gently, "Did you save me?"

Qu Anran paused while stealing the steamed corn bread, then put down the food in his hand.

"Zhang Chunliang, are you awake? Are you hungry?" He came up to Zhang Chunliang and skillfully opened the mad dog's belly.

Then he stole half a large steamed bun from under its warm fur and handed it to Zhang Chunliang: "Mad dog insisted on hiding food for you. The ones before were not fresh. I ate them for you."

The mad dog lay on the ground with its belly up, without any reaction. It was sleeping soundly, or perhaps it was in a coma. After all, it had not eaten for a long time, and all its food was hidden and left for Zhang Chunliang, but every time Qu Anran would secretly take out the food and eat it while it was sleeping.

——Zhang Chunliang was so weak that if he ate the spoiled food hidden by the silly dog, it might be worse than starving.

Zhang Chunliang took the half steamed bread from Qu Anran's hand, not minding the dust on it, and took a light bite.

"Thank you..." He sighed softly, "This instance is too much for us. We almost died here."

But no one agreed with him.

He looked up in confusion and found that Qu Anran and the fox were looking at him as if they were looking at some surprising creature.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that...is there any problem?" Zhang Chunliang asked uncertainly.

"It's okay." Qu Anran smiled and stood up, moving a little further away from him, "I just feel a little emotional."

"This copy is fucking useless."

He didn't know that beside him, there was an invisible human being who was expressing the same sentiment as him.

The real Zhang Chunliang looked at the fake one lying on the ground with a weak face and felt like he was having a nightmare.

He looked at Zhang Duoduo, who was curled up on the ground and no one cared about him, and he trembled with heartache.

He was sure that his big golden retriever might become so sensitive and nervous about his injury that it would go on a hunger strike.

This dream was so terrible and realistic that it made him feel very upset.

"Would you like some water?" Qu Anran suddenly asked.

He took out the water stored by the fox from the backpack beside him and handed it to the counterfeit Zhang Chunliang on the ground.

"Thank you." Zhang Chunliang licked his lips and took it with a smile.

He looked harmless and gentle as he unscrewed the cap and took a sip of water.

"Gulp, gulp..." The sound of water being swallowed into the throat made the real Zhang Chunliang a little envious.

He watched helplessly as all the hard-earned water was sent into the stomach of the fake Zhang Chunliang, and was just glad that it was a dream.

Otherwise he would be heartbroken.

"Gulp, gulp..." The sound of water being swallowed kept ringing in Zhang Chunliang's ears, which made him a little confused.

The fake in front of me had clearly drunk up all the water, so where did the sound of swallowing water come from?

"Gudu, Gudu..."

The scene before his eyes seemed to be distorted and gradually disappeared.

Zhang Chunliang suddenly woke up from a tiring dream, and then was dazzled by the sparkling water in front of him.

He found himself naked, immersed in a pool of warm water, his body slowly rising and falling with the waves.

There was a sweet scent at the tip of his nose, and his dry skin was replenished with moisture, becoming a rare bit whiter.

"Another hallucination..." He muttered to himself, "Well, this hallucination is not so bad."

"Gulp, gulp..." The familiar sound of drinking water sounded again.

Zhang Chunliang turned his head and saw a giant, sleek black panther lying less than half a meter away from him.

It was gazing at Zhang Chunliang quietly, licking the pool water with its bright red tongue.

For some reason, Zhang Chunliang felt a sense of resentment in that look.