The villain beg you to kill me

The north wind howled across the wasteland, blowing up the light gauze robe.

"His name is Xuan. He is a child I found in Su's hometown. He is a distant relative of Su. He looks exactly like Su." Tian Jue said coldly.

It was supposed to be my self-introduction, but it came out of Tianjue's mouth, which is really funny.

Wushe smiled: "I didn't think you could find the exact same one, but... are you willing to give him up to me?"

I looked at Tian Jue, Tian Jue showed hesitation.

"Master Immortal, that idiot, don't mind."

"Master Immortal, that person has a very devilish aura, who the hell is he? It's not good for us to leave the idiot here..." the male disciple asked in a low voice.

Tian Jue's eyes flicked across my face, but he didn't stay there. He looked at Wu She and said, "There is nothing you are reluctant to part with. According to the agreement, return my things to me!"

I felt like something cracked with a "click".

Tian Jue doesn't believe that I am Li Su, so that's all. 100 years ago, I worked so hard to sow discord, to gain enough hatred for the protagonist and the villain boss, and before I left, I repeatedly told the protagonist not to forget to take revenge.

Unexpectedly, 100 years later, the two people not only did not fight, but also started a friendly business of bartering.

Protagonist, I misunderstood you, you are simply an unscrupulous scum, just like the great author, like a father, like a son.

Tianjue was stunned by my gaze, she opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything.

"Okay, this deal is done." Wushe hugged my waist, the hard and cold armor on my body hurt one side of my body, and my feet gradually lifted off the ground until they reached a height of ten meters in the air.

Wushe took me to the top of the tiankeng, and I took a look down. The black hole was like a huge black lake, swallowing light, dust and wind, and the surface that was solidified like mud could not stir up any waves.

"Where are my things!" Tian Jue followed closely.

"Look, isn't that it?" Wushe smiled, hooked his fingers, and saw a square box floating out of the tiankeng, with a shiny surface, and looking carefully, it was actually a crystal coffin.

Tian Jue swooped over, hugged the crystal coffin tightly, staring obsessively at the person lying inside.

"It's just an empty shell. It's not as interesting as a real person." Wushe smiled meaningfully, and looked at me, "What do you think?"

I have a headache. ? ?

That night, after thinking about it, I took down the animal horns on the wall.

I looked at one end of the horn and tried it with my fingers. The material is hard enough, but the tip is not sharp enough. It may be difficult to stab myself to death in one go.

Although I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of pain, and I hate suffering in bits and pieces.

After hesitating for a moment, I resolutely raised the horn and aimed it at the heart.

There is no way for this drama to continue, the information is not equal, the protagonist is always having convulsions, and now I am under house arrest without amnesty in the underworld, with monsters and ghosts from all directions staring at me. Once the balance is broken, I will die a miserable death.

And in this ghostly place, even the main character can't be seen, how can I sow discord?

That Unforgiven seemed inscrutable, and I was obviously no match for him in melee combat.

To die, one must die, to return to reality after death, and the author's big ears will be slapped.

Ok, deal. ? ?

"Crack!"

Suddenly a large piece fell from the roof.

"Ouch..." A familiar humming sound came from that thing, I held up the horn and looked over.

The author was wearing his favorite plaid shirt, grinning his teeth in pain, struggling to get up from the ground, panting for breath, calmed down for a while, and then rushed to me in a panic: "Dear Xiao Su , you can't die!"

I:"……"

I asked: "You came in, who is opening Word?"

The author took a breath, and still hugged my leg: "It's Xiao Ruan, don't worry, Xiao Ruan is also a member of our circle, and will not reveal your secret."

I said, "I don't care. You were the first to go bankrupt when the secret was revealed."

The author moaned and climbed up along my legs, raised his harmless face and begged me: "Dear Xiao Su, you can't do this to me."

I kicked him away in disgust: "What did you do to me? Sorry, I quit this job."

The author hurriedly said: "I can explain this, I can explain it. That's it, I didn't think about it before, anyway, it's almost the end, so don't bother you, so I made a person who is exactly like you , into the story."

I folded my arms and looked at him: "And then?"

The great author smiled apologetically: "Then you already know that this person looks like you, but he is just a shell. My budget for the main supporting role has been exhausted, so I can only shape it into a...uh...without self-awareness. ..."

"Fool?"

"Yes, you can also say that. To commemorate Su, the protagonist named him 'Xuan'."

When I think of Tianjue's various actions to this body, I feel disgusted: "Okay, I know, you can do the rest, anyway, you also came in, I will go out and help you watch WORD."

The great author was sweating anxiously: "I swear, it will never be like this in the future, I will tell you everything in the future, and I will never hide anything."? ?

After a lot of begging from the great author, I became unbearably soft-hearted again. There is no way, who told me to like this person before. Now that I think about it, I was really kicked in the head by a donkey.

"What about the deal?" I asked.

"That's it," the author swallowed, "Didn't you die 100 years ago? After you died, the villain boss took your body away. The protagonist has been looking for you, but he couldn't find you. Until one day, the villain boss told him that you were with him..."

This is the kind of story that no one wants in life, but is loved after death. This plot is too weird.

"What does the villain boss want my body for?" I asked without blinking.

"I don't know either, but he has been doing evil research." The author wiped off his sweat and said, "You know, when I write villain bosses, I usually just use an overview to say what bad things he did again, How utterly bad he is, how righteous people treat him... Try to avoid bloody and violent descriptions, otherwise it will teach the elementary school students badly."

I:"……"

I said, "Let's talk about the deal first."

"It's like this, the villain boss made a request to the protagonist, as long as he can find someone as interesting as you, he will return your body from 100 years ago to the protagonist."

"Very good," I nodded, "I'm obedient, right? Brotherhood, right? Can't let go, right?"

The author hurriedly said: "I can't let go, otherwise why are you still desperately wanting to get your body back?"

I picked up the animal horn, played with it, and said with a smirk: "Since you are running Word, you should have seen it all. What did he do in the carriage?"

The great author wiped off his sweat again: "It was an accident, after all, it has been 100 years, and the longing is too much, and it is easy to go astray."

I rolled my eyes: "Aren't you afraid of teaching bad elementary school students?"

The author is speechless.

I looked at him with no energy and listlessness, and felt a little pitiful, so I said, "It's not impossible to clean up the mess now."

The author immediately looked at me brightly: "How to clean up?"

I deliberately hung his appetite without saying anything, walked leisurely to the door, and opened it.

A gust of wind blew in with a stench, and the author shivered.

I said: "You run out from here, run all the way forward, don't stop, you will be able to sit back in front of the computer soon."

The great author looked at me with teary eyes: "My dear..."

I interrupted him: "Do as I say, and you'll see how I clean up the mess."

The great author hugged his shoulders pitifully, and begged me: "I'm going back anyway...how about stabbing me to death?"

I pointed at the door: "Run or not? If not, I will run?"

The author trembled, and ran out sullenly.

Not long after, I heard the excited cries of ghosts coming from outside. ? ?

I hung the horn back on the wall, then took off my coat and lay down on the bed.

To my surprise, this bed is very soft and comfortable, many times better than Yunxianzong's stone bed.

The soft and warm animal skin under my body is comfortable no matter how much I writhe. After a day of stimulation, I fell into sleep exhausted. ? ?

The next morning, before I even opened my eyes, I was already thinking about what kind of face I should use to face Unforgiven.

After thinking about it, it is most convenient to pretend to be a fool, anyway, Xuan is a fool to begin with.

But it's not so stupid that you run around without clothes, or you can't speak well.

Just smirk, it’s okay to smirk, I don’t understand anything, I’m happy every day, just like the stupid parrot that the author used to raise, and occasionally learn to talk like a human.

After the positioning was clear, I further thought about the action strategy, and I thought of what the protagonist said to me before sending me away: He wanted to destroy the most beloved thing of the villain boss, but he didn't know what it was, so he sent me to find out.

Because the stimulus of "the protagonist is perverted" was too strong at the time, I didn't think about his words carefully. Now it seems that those words should be the core motivation for his crazy actions.

The reason why he didn't attack the villain BOSS directly was because he thought death was too easy for the villain BOSS, and the punishment was not strong enough.

And the only way for him to make a move is to find something or someone the villain boss loves.

As long as he finds this thing, he will make a move, and after he makes a move, the villain boss will definitely be furious, and the two of them are bound to have a life-and-death struggle.

At that time, whether it is HE or BE, it has nothing to do with me. As long as I can facilitate this decisive battle, the author's wish will be fulfilled.

I am still very experienced in sowing dissension.

Then the most urgent task is to find the beloved object of the villain boss. ? ?

Having made up my mind, I opened my eyes, facing a pair of dark red pupils.

I shuddered and shrank back into the bed.

For a fool, fear is an instinct, there is no need to hide it.

Wushe showed an interesting expression, and pressed me even tighter. This time he was not wearing armor, and his abdominal muscles still hurt my hip.

I tried my best to pull my lower body out of his pressure, but he pressed up even more roguely, and even curled my hair with his fingers, pulling it lightly and heavily.

Damn, it's no wonder I'm giggling like this.

Well, since I can't smirk, I'll just cry.

I frowned and pursed the corners of my mouth, thinking about the shit I stepped on at the great author, a layer of mist soon formed in front of my eyes.