Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Duoduo..." Zhang Chunliang got rid of the hot sticky rice dumpling behind him and reached out to touch the big dog's head, but he hesitated the moment he raised his hand.

——If he were to say who he was most afraid to face after returning to Blasphemy, it would definitely be Duoduo, whom he had left behind in the copy.

His hand hung awkwardly in the air, not knowing whether he should pull it back.

The next second, a dirty furry head came up and gently nudged the palm of his hand.

"Welcome back, Dad." Duoduo said.

Its mood was not very high and the whole dog looked listless. Its big tail, which would normally wag like a propeller when it saw Zhang Chunliang, was now listlessly sweeping the dust on the ground.

"Duoduo, I'm sorry." Zhang Chunliang stroked its head sadly.

"It's okay, Dad. I'm not angry." Duoduo put one of his front paws on the bed and cheered up a little. He looked at his father behind him and asked, "Can I go to bed today?"

Zhang Chunliang nodded vigorously, picked up its two big paws, and dragged it onto the bed.

Now, this small bed has become even more crowded.

The dust on the mad dog's fur left black marks on the bed, and the fine golden fluff floated in the air. The big golden retriever, who was always cautious in the past, shook his hair as if he had seen nothing, stretched his body and rolled around on the bed, then moved closer to Zhang Chunliang and sniffed him repeatedly.

It smelled a familiar scent, and seemed to be sure that its father had really returned. The big dog felt relieved and rested its big head heavily on his thighs.

This guy was really angry, and the golden retriever's way of showing off was quite simple and crude - making the bed that his father had carefully made was the most terrible punishment for him.

Zhang Chunliang was a little dazzled by its warm and soft fur, and gently helped it straighten out its messy fur bit by bit.

The mad dog's originally oily fur has now become dry and tangled, and the originally plump and strong flesh under the fur has become thin and shriveled, with only hard bones feeling to the touch.

It seems that the mad dog has not groomed its fur since it left Zhang Chunliang's copy, and has hardly eaten anything - it really looks like a stray dog ​​that no one wants.

The poor big dog was in a mess, with its big golden tail sweeping around in a mess behind it. Because of its posture, the dirty tip of its tail would occasionally sweep across Shen Xingyi's face - but it didn't even look at him, as if it didn't care at all about its father whom it hadn't seen for a long time.

"Duoduo?" Zhang Chunliang couldn't stand the heavy atmosphere and deliberately teased the golden retriever, "Are you unhappy that I'm back?"

"I'm happy, Dad." Duoduo answered honestly, "But I want to know more about when Dad will leave next time."

Zhang Chunliang was silent for a long time, speechless. His own big dog really knew how to provoke his guilt - Duoduo was not looking forward to his appearance, but his terrible owner always abandoned it again and again, which made this happy and simple guy start to worry about gains and losses. It didn't even dare to show joy at the appearance of its father, because in its heart, every reunion seemed to mean another farewell.

"Dad, I won't stop you from leaving." Duoduo rubbed his knee affectionately, with a pleading tone, "Can you take me with you? I can help you with a lot of things."

The data in Zhang Chunliang's body became unstable again. His heart was sore and weak, and his mind was confused. He hugged the big dog's head into his arms, and after a long time, he said with difficulty: "I will try... more. I don't know when Dad will leave... again, but I will try my best to stay..."

He was stuck in a sour and sad mood for a long time before he suddenly realized that there had been no movement behind him for a long time. He hurriedly turned around nervously - only to see Shen Xingyi's handsome face flushed, half of his face buried in his pillow, motionless, and it seemed that he had been unconscious for some time.

Zhang Chunliang let go of the big dog head in his arms in a somewhat collapsed manner. Without bothering to continue comforting the sensitive and fragile Duoduo, he quickly jumped off the bed to find water.

Shen Xingyi's hands were holding onto the corner of his clothes tightly, and once they were forcibly torn away, his brows would be deeply furrowed, looking pitiful and uneasy.

Zhang Chunliang made up his mind, pulled his hand away, and quickly stuffed Duoduo's dog tail in.

Fortunately, Tingying had already prepared various cooling props and placed them at the door. Zhang Chunliang returned to the bed with a bunch of fever-reducing patches and therapeutic pills, and used these things on Shen Xingyi one by one.

The effects of these cooling props were not very obvious. After the man and the dog had been struggling for a long time, Shen Xingyi's body temperature was still very high, but his expression looked a little calmer.

"Why are you always so unlucky?" Zhang Chunliang kept changing the water in the towel and wiping the sweat off Shen Xingyi, with a depressed smile on his face, "I always feel like nothing good has ever happened to you since you were with me."

A warm big hand suddenly grasped his hand. Shen Xingyi still had his eyes closed, but a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He spoke lazily: "Because meeting Liang Liang has used up all my luck."

He was still a little weak due to the high fever, but he still used all his strength to put Zhang Chunliang's hand to his face and kissed him hard.

The big golden retriever beside him sneezed in dissatisfaction.

"Uh, I just touched Duoduo and didn't have time to wash my hands..." Zhang Chunliang coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"How come this dog is still alive?" Shen Xingyi opened his eyelids and saw the dirty furry big dog in front of him. He looked a little dissatisfied. "You have too much hair. Stay away from me. It's so hot."

A whimper of grievance came out of Duoduo's throat. It rubbed its dirty head into Zhang Chunliang's arms and began to cry in a pretentious manner. Although it was still in a very low mood, it was an instinct ingrained in it to compete for favor with its hated father.

This scene was so familiar. When nothing had happened, the man and the dog in front of him were always scheming against each other over trivial matters, and Zhang Chunliang was squeezed in the middle, trying to smooth things over.

For a moment, Zhang Chunliang even had the illusion that nothing had happened.

He thought that he must look very sad at this moment. The golden retriever looked a little nervous and stuck out his big tongue to try to lick his cheek.

"Liangliang, I'm feeling better now. The fever should be a side effect of the fusion of souls." Shen Xingyi turned over and sat up, picking up the golden retriever by its neck and throwing it aside. "I'll be well after a few naps."

"...Is that so?" Zhang Chunliang asked softly.

He looked at Shen Xingyi's obviously weak body and frowned slightly. He always felt that his attitude was a little strange.

"Really." The man said lightly, "We should get down to business."

Zhang Chunliang wanted to ask more questions when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"I think there's something I have to inform you of." Tingying spoke outside the door in a serious tone.

Although Blasphemy has declined, there are still some players left in the organization. In any case, it should not be so miserable that Tingying needs to be responsible for running errands.

Zhang Chunliang looked at Shen Xingyi with a serious expression, then stood up and opened the door for Tingying.

However, the first person that came into view from behind the door was not Tingying, but a voodoo doll in a tattered princess dress. The little doll's eyes were slightly dim purple gems, and at this moment, they were filled with little tears in a humanized way.

"Hmm, cool, cool..." Soft words came out of the voodoo doll's little mouth. It was held in Tingying's hand, and the expression on its cotton-like little face was a little sad.

"You are wanted in all dungeons. Five minutes ago, the square of Game House, various rest areas, entertainment venues, and players' personal system panels were all posted with wanted bounties for you. Your worth has now risen to one life for one hundred S-level items plus one hundred thousand points." Ting Ying sighed heavily and announced the bad news.

"This little guy was sent to the item store for repair in your name. Since the accident in your last instance, all player privileges have been frozen. The item store cannot get any points for the foster care and repair. Not long ago, the doll was put up for auction at the auction house." Tingying shook the doll in her hand and handed it to Zhang Chunliang. "I found it at the portal just now."

Xiao Bei's cotton paws went around Zhang Chunliang's neck. The fabric and beautiful skirt on his body were torn and tattered, but he looked quite happy.

"Xiaobei? You can speak now?!" Zhang Chunliang was a little surprised and held it up to look at it for a moment.

After he came back from blasphemy, he didn't have the energy to pick up Xiao Bei. Also, the situation was critical and Xiao Bei would be in danger if he stayed with him, so he asked Li Zhuang on the communicator to take care of it first - but he didn't expect that his entire game panel went black and he couldn't contact the outside world at all.

So he could only plan to pick it up after settling Shen Xingyi down.

Who would have thought that after Xiaobei escaped from the prop store, he actually found his way back - and it seemed that he had even advanced.

"You seem to have missed the point." Ting Ying couldn't help but remind him, "Wanted - Full copy, you are in danger now."

"This is just the beginning." Zhang Chunliang said with a smile, "Next, I will hold a birthday party for Xiaobei."

"...Madman." Tingying showed an unreasonable expression, "The House of Games is trying to kill you, why don't you quickly find a place to hide or prepare some more defensive means? You actually want to celebrate a rag doll's birthday?!"

She looked behind Zhang Chunliang for help: "Boss, please try to persuade this guy. It's not like he has lost some nerve after dying once, right?!"

"Strictly speaking, you are the one whose brain nerves are not connected properly." Shen Xingyi had a calm expression and stretched out his hand to flick Xiaobei's face.

He has now integrated Xu Er's memory and still has some impression of this little guy.

Xiao Bei covered his painful little face and nervously buried himself in Zhang Chunliang's collar.

Tingying was stunned by the boss's words and thought that Shen Xingyi was mocking her. She moved her lips twice and then closed her mouth in frustration.

"That's not what he meant..." Zhang Chunliang wanted to smooth things over for Shen Xingyi, but he didn't know how to explain it for a moment. In the end, he could only say sincerely, "Just assume that he has no brain damage, right?"

Tingying: “…”

"What should we do now?" Tingying asked weakly, "It's too absurd to celebrate a birthday for a toy doll. Besides, Blasphemy God only has nutrient solution and nutrition bars now. Are we going to use these things to hold a celebration?!"

"Send out the invitation letter and write 'Sincerely invite all friends to attend the birthday party of Shen Xingyi and Zhang Chunliang's beloved daughter'. Guests need to bring their own drinks and gifts." Zhang Chunliang pondered for a moment and finally made the decision.

"Woof." The golden retriever suddenly barked.

"It's okay, Duoduo. I will definitely give you a big party on your birthday." Zhang Chunliang turned his head and comforted her.

Tingying: “…”

"I understand." She wiped her face calmly and said, "You are looking for allies in this way, right?"

Now Blasphemy is weak and alone. It is no exaggeration to say that they are now enemies with the entire House of Games. In this case, finding allies is inevitable.

Now, Zhang Chunliang wants to use the so-called birthday party to screen out people who can become partners.

"Excuse me for being blunt, but we are now like rats crossing the street. There are few people in the entire Game House who dare to form an alliance with us." Ting Ying said helplessly, "Even if someone is invited, who can guarantee that they are not undercover agents of the Game House? Maybe when you blow out the candles, they will chop off your head..."

"Old Shen, they want to chop off my head." Zhang Chunliang turned around and complained calmly.

Shen Xingyi laughed, rested his chin on Zhang Chunliang's shoulder, rubbed it gently, with an extremely arrogant attitude.

This laugh was enough for Tingying to understand.

That’s right—the invitation letter says “Shen Xingyi Zhang Chunliang”, which is a blatant announcement that the god-level player who used to be so arrogant has returned—

Although Shen Xingyi is no longer in Game Home, many players have witnessed his heyday. To this day, there are still tens of thousands of hot discussion posts related to him in the Sewer Forum, which is enough to show his influence among Game Home players.

Even if those guys had hundreds of courage, they would not dare to act rudely in front of Shen Xingyi.

——Compared to any props or points, life is more important.

"What should I do? I think this method is really feasible..." Tingying murmured, "Maybe I should go see my brain."

Zhang Chunliang took out the little Bei that was about to crawl into his collar and pressed down its messy hair.

"Cool, cool." Xiao Bei was about to burst into tears. The pressure from Shen Xingyi and the big yellow-haired dog was so strong that his whole body was shaking, but he still tried to utter the words he had practiced for a long time, "Think, think of Li."

"Good boy." Zhang Chun's conscience was about to melt. He looked at Xiao Bei's dim eyes and responded gently, "I miss you too."