Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Qu Anran had always believed that the counterfeiters were trying hard to blend in with them and gain their trust in order to kill them.

But now, he spared no effort to help them leave this copy, and even risked exposing his identity to provide them with system props that should have been blocked by the Game House. He was really a little anxious.

"Those players' corpses are real." Fox threw Qu Anran's luggage to him and said softly.

He had been in Blasphemy for a long time and was very familiar with the various changes that occurred to these players after they died in the dungeon. Their corpses were real.

This reflects a problem from the side - the counterfeiters seem to really want to send them out.

"Is this guy going to win the Best Actor award?" Qu Anran asked incredulously. "To be honest, even if Zhang Chunliang were here, he might not be as useful as him..."

The fox glanced at him coldly.

"Zhang Chunliang is in trouble. He seems to be detained here." Qu Anran lowered his voice and said, "I roughly know what they want to do."

The scene now was very similar to what he had seen in an ancient book in the Game House library.

The four masters and apprentices went on a journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures, but the most important disciple was replaced by an imposter.

The fake "Zhang Chunliang" wanted to replace the real Zhang Chunliang and leave with them.

Qu Anran raised his head and looked at the handsome young man not far away. He was bending over at the moment, looking anxiously for the big yellow dog that suddenly disappeared. He had no time to pay attention to Qu Anran and the fox.

"What do you think?" Qu Anran looked at the fox sideways.

The fox closed his eyes slightly, and after a long while he said, "'They' want Zhang Chunliang to disappear."

It was not until this moment that they understood what their real "mission" was in coming to this copy.

The so-called team competition was nothing more than a cover-up to erase the existence of one person. From the very beginning, they were lured in here for only one purpose.

Be a "witness".

They are Zhang Chunliang's closest friends, who have fought side by side with him through thick and thin, and are the people in this world who know him best. If the impostor can deceive them, then he can completely replace Zhang Chunliang's identity, leave here, and become the real "Zhang Chunliang."

And the poor guy whose identity has been erased will disappear forever in an empty corner.

"I don't understand why they went to so much trouble to hide Zhang Chunliang?" Qu Anran was rarely so confused. This was more taxing than the most difficult math problem he had ever solved.

This made him a little hungry, so he skillfully took out the last steamed bun he had stolen from the mad dog and put it in his mouth.

"Because of Shen Xingyi." Fox's expression was obscure and indifferent, and his eyelashes drooped slightly. "His soul has become complete, and he can already vaguely perceive the things around him. The group of guys behind him dare not get rid of Zhang Chunliang blatantly, otherwise Shen Xingyi will definitely go crazy."

He was very familiar with this process, because he had imagined such a scenario more than once when he was at his darkest and most violent.

"I feel like my intelligence has been insulted." Qu Anran held a steamed bread in his mouth and complained vaguely, "At least find a high-quality imitation NPC. Even a dog can notice the incongruity of this guy."

"So, there are two guesses." The fox raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice slightly deep.

First, in addition to preparing an identical counterfeit, the enemy behind the scenes had a backup plan, which might be a cognitive change similar to hypnosis or illusion. This method could make Fox and Qu Anran unable to detect the sense of disobedience of the counterfeit. But for some reason, they did not feel confused.

Second, the mastermind behind the scenes was extremely anxious and overwhelmed, and no longer had the extra energy to design an identical "Zhang Chunliang" to deceive them.

"It was so crude and hasty, as if the guy behind the scenes was too anxious to care about the details and just wanted to complete his plan as soon as possible."

The fox could feel an almost insane impatience - someone wanted to kill Zhang Chunliang, and was very eager.

"Who?" Qu Anran asked after swallowing the last bite of food.

"You already have the answer." The fox raised his chin, with a contemptuous expression, "We must find him as soon as possible, even if it is for world peace."

Qu Anran looked at his arrogant profile and revealed an expression as if he had seen a ghost: "You just want to save Zhang Chunliang, why are you talking nonsense? Do you know how terrifying it is to hear the words "world peace" coming out of your mouth? It's as if the Game House is actually the messenger of justice in the universe..."

"Excuse me..." The fake Zhang Chunliang suddenly interrupted their conversation, looking a little distressed, "Have you seen Duoduo?"

"Actually, I've wanted to ask this for a long time." Qu Anran looked at the fake Zhang Chunliang seriously, "...Has Mad Dog ever offended you? Why did you give him a...dog name?"

Zhang Chunliang was stunned and looked a little unnatural. Obviously, he couldn't answer this question.

He also didn't know why the original body had such a bad taste. After all, his access to information was very limited, and he had never come into contact with the original body...

"It's okay." Qu Anran took the initiative to help him out. "It's just a small problem that doesn't cause any harm. Mad Dog is enjoying it anyway."

He stretched out his index finger and pointed in a direction lightly: "Isn't that it? It has been watching you."

Zhang Chunliang turned his head in surprise, only to find that on the yellow hillside not far away, there was a skinny yellow dog lying there, staring motionlessly in the direction of the few people.

"Strange...has it always been there?" Zhang Chunliang asked doubtfully, "Why haven't I noticed it before?"

of course not.

Qu Anran responded to him silently in her heart.

While packing his luggage, he recalled the scene just now.

While the few people were talking, the mad dog's earthy yellow body suddenly turned into grains of yellow sand and melted into the endless sand of the wilderness.

It controls tiny grains of sand, reshapes its body at will, is everywhere, hides in the hidden dust, and coldly watches the counterfeit Zhang Chunliang.

Is this the power of a mad dog? Qu Anran thought carelessly.

Control water, grant orders, control soil...

It's really scary. Their power has already begun to take on the rudiments of the Creator.

He is now becoming more and more curious about what Zhang Chunliang's skills are.