The villain beg you to kill me

You lied to me again.

Wushe carried a dead Snow Wolf King and walked towards me with a murderous look.

It's not that I'm trying to lie to you!

I stepped back and hurriedly explained.

Wushe looked at me gloomyly, with blood rolling in his eyes.

I hesitated and hawed, organized the language for a long time, but did not give a suitable reason.

At this moment, Wushe raised the Snow Wolf King in his hand, a white light flashed, and it turned into a sharp machete, slashing at him one after another.

I stepped back in a hurry: "I didn't lie to you, I was sincere to you, listen to my explanation..."

Wushe stabbed me in the chest.

I stared at the pierced chest in a daze, and felt so wronged that I wanted to cry. What the hell was going on, and I didn't want to die.

The pain in my chest became more and more unbearable. With my breathing rising and falling, I groaned and woke up.

It's just a dream.

But the feeling of grievance is still lingering, and it's not that I want to die, why blame me, who knows that there are so many snow wolf kings under the golden tent, which is completely inconsistent with the setting.

"Su." Someone brushed away the sweat-drenched hair on my face, and gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

I vaguely saw a figure, very similar to Wu's forgiveness.

"Why did you stab me...cough..." My chest was in pain, and I closed my eyes again, focusing all my attention on fighting the pain.

"Sorry, I don't have a suitable body at hand." The man said apologetically.

I woke up suddenly, this is not unforgiveness.

It's Bulian.

Bu Lian's appearance is so similar to Wushe's that I mistook him for Wushe.

Moreover, he called me Su just now.

Damn, who is this bastard!

I dodged Bu Lian's hand, dragged the wound on my chest, snorted in pain, and quickly shut my mouth.

Bu Lian held me down: "Don't move around, Mo Yang's heart is hurt. Although I have given you the elixir, you won't recover so quickly."

I looked at him coldly: "What do you mean? Who are you?"

Bu Lian frowned slightly, her lips pursed tightly.

My hostility was so obvious that it was impossible for him to whitewash the peace.

Bu Lian sighed, moved her hands away from the side of my face, pulled up the quilt on my body, and covered it tightly.

Keep pretending, keep pretending...

My eyes were always full of hostility, making Bu Lian's face darken.

"Recover well." He stood up, "I'm going out first."

I stared at him as he left the room...

Only then did I grin my teeth and hum, it hurt so much, I was really stabbed.

I turned sideways, barely supported my body, half sat up, and broke out in a cold sweat again.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a mirror hanging by the bed, and a figure was reflected in it——

Delicate and fair cheeks, big eyes, as beautiful as a woman, but with long silver-white hair...

Damn, isn't this the perverted Mo Yang?

I tilted my head slightly, and the person in the mirror also tilted his head.

Me, I have become Mo Yang?

The soft brocade quilt slipped off my body, revealing the thick bandage wrapped around my chest.

In my memory, Mo Yang was indeed stabbed by Bu Lian, and I personally grabbed Bu Lian's hand and stabbed Mo Yang into Mo Yang's chest.

I hold my forehead, what rhythm is this?

A deep voice pierced through my mind.

"You lied to me again."

I suddenly raised my head, Wushe, where is Wushe, does he know that I have become a desert?

[System prompt: Group t has been wiped out! 】

I was stunned, the plot revisionist competition is still going on... I can still hear the prompt... Does it mean that we still have the possibility of a comeback?

Without caring about anything else, I lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

I overestimated the recovery status of this body. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I couldn't stand up limply, and I fell down under the bed with a "bang".

The door popped open immediately, Bu Lian hurried in and helped me up: "Are you okay?"

I coughed twice, the pain from the opening of the wound made me almost faint, I grabbed Bu Lian's sleeve, and squeezed out a few words between my teeth: "Who the hell are you!"

Bu Lian stared at me: "Can't you see it?"

I froze, should I see it?

Bu Lian pulled me into her arms, wrapped her arms around my back, and put her other hand through my knees, hugging me horizontally.

This pose is all too familiar.

In reality, I have no feeling in my legs, and one person often hugs me like this.

but……

"Xu Zhiyuan?"

But Brother Zhiyuan has always taken good care of me, so how could he have planned to trick me?

A faint smile spread across Bu Lian's face.

"white."

It's really Xu Zhiyuan.

"How is it possible, how can you become the protagonist?? This is a plot revisionist competition!" My chest pain eased a little, and I asked like a cannonball.

"Nothing is impossible." Bu Lian put me on the bed, lowered his head, his hair was hanging next to my ear, the distance between his face and his face was so close that he could even feel his breathing.

I remembered what Xu Zhiyuan said before I came here.

In unknown places, there are many forces beyond human comprehension.

I widened my eyes: "So, even the plot revisionist competition is your trick? This competition is simply fake?"

Bu Lian shook her head: "No, the plot revisionist competition does exist, but I am also one of the main creators."

I had a headache: "Then why did you become the protagonist?"

Bu Lian stared at me with dark tides in her eyes: "Because...you only have the main character in your eyes."

Unforgiven seems to have said the same thing.

I can understand Wu's emotion as jealousy, but what's going on with him? !

Bu Lian supported my side with one hand, and slowly stroked my face with the other. His voice was so close and low that I could hardly hear it clearly.

"Not only have I become the protagonist, but I have also become what you like. The result determined by countless data, are you satisfied with this face?"

I stared blankly at Bu Lian who was close at hand.

My mind can't turn around a bit.

So, what Bu Lian looks like is not Wu's forgiveness, but, the lover of my dreams?

"Xu Zhiyuan, what are you thinking..."

The next moment, I had an ominous premonition and immediately turned my head away.

Bulian's kiss fell on my face.

Oh my god, what happened to this world, did it collapse, Xu Zhiyuan actually kissed me forcefully, is there any cure?

A programmer who has always been rigorous and rigid.

A big brother who has always been stable and reliable.

Suddenly he became a person in the novel, and then kissed me forcefully.

"Xu Zhiyuan! You have watched too many reeds! Wake up!" I know that most programmers are very boring, and sometimes they will do something out of line on impulse.

Bu Lian pinched my face, a little helpless, and a little annoyed, said: "Don't talk nonsense."

"That's why," I paused, "Anyway, don't confess your love to me."

Bu Lian was choked by me, and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "Then I have nothing to say."

All the anger in my heart turned into surprise, Xu Zhiyuan actually likes me?

I pushed him: "I don't like you, sorry, let you waste your time."

Bu Lian's eyes sank, and she held me down.

I tried to struggle, but the body was too wounded to break free.

I glared at Bu Lian angrily: "Xu Zhiyuan, what the hell are you trying to do?"

The smile on Bu Lian's face disappeared, and he looked at me calmly: "I like you."

I was even more annoyed: "I know, but I don't like you."

The energy pierced through the acupoints, and I couldn't move.

Bu Lian stopped me and said calmly: "Li Su, even if you don't like me, I won't allow you to be with an imaginary character, it's ridiculous."

I was dizzy with anger: "Didn't you say that there are supernatural powers in this world? You obviously believe in it, but you are talking about illusory characters. Wushe is a person of flesh and blood, and I like him. Seeing him has nothing to do with you."

Bu Lian's face turned pale again, and he pursed his pale lips.

"Unlock the acupoints for me." I stared at him.

"Things are now... I can't be your brother Zhiyuan anymore," Bu Lian laughed at herself, "In the past, no matter what you said, I would try my best to complete it, but now you don't care about my mood at all."

His body was pressed down, the wound on my chest was so painful, I could hardly breathe, his hands squeezed my face tightly like iron clamps, forcing me to bear his rough kiss.

I close my eyes, resisting the urge to throw up.

Indeed, until now, I can't regard him as a big brother who can give and take anything.

I originally thought that there was one person in my life who would wholeheartedly treat me well, and that was Xu Zhiyuan, but it turned out to be all nonsense.

The mouth is filled with the smell of rust, and the consciousness is gradually withdrawn.

Xu Zhiyuan finally let me go, I heard him sigh, and I didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, there was only a little maid waiting around me.

My acupoints were relieved, and my injury healed a lot.

As expected of being the main creator of the Story Corrector Contest, in his opinion, elixir is easy to come by.

Fortunately, he acted for so long in order to set me up.

I sat up, and the little maid immediately came over to greet me.

"This is where?"

The little maid shook her head with a look of fear.

"Do you know what's going on outside?"

The little maid was still shaking her head.

Forget it, I can't ask anything.

I said, "Is there anything to eat?"

The little maid immediately went out and brought in a bowl of porridge.

I filled my stomach, and my body was not as weak as before, so I supported the bed and got off the ground slowly.

Wandering around the house twice, stretching my hands and feet, I pushed the door and walked out.

Standing outside the door was a man with a strange face, holding a knife in his hand.

"Young Master Mo Yang, the master does not allow you to leave the room."

The man said with a cold face.

I looked at the knife in his hand, and weighed my own strength, not head-to-head.

"I'm in a hurry." I said seriously.

The man looked at me, turned around, and handed me a chamber pot.

"Large size." I corrected.

The man unscrewed the lid of the chamber pot, indicating to me that there was enough space inside.

I was so angry that I said, "Call your master!"

Damn Xu Zhiyuan must be insane, even playing with imprisonment, which string is wrong with him?

After a while, Xu Zhiyuan appeared in front of me again in a well-dressed manner.

This time his attitude was a little colder, as if he didn't know me well at all.

"I'm leaving," I said.

"Do you think," Xu Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, "I will agree?"

The protagonist who was obedient to me, and brother Zhiyuan who responded to my every request, are all gone.

How can people become so fast.

"We are all modern people," I said, "You only make me hate you more."

Xu Zhiyuan smiled lightly: "It's not like I like it anyway, it doesn't matter."

Looking at his appearance, I suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Have you become obsessed with practicing the Dafa of Suspending Demons from Heaven and Earth?" I looked at him.

Xu Zhiyuan smiled: "I am the master of this world, how could I be insane. Only chess pieces like Lianjin can be controlled by a martial art."

I gritted my teeth.

Xu Zhiyuan approached me, I took a step back reflexively, his outstretched hand fell into nothing.

Xu Zhiyuan was slightly disappointed.

"Does it still hurt? Is the injury better?"

"Don't pretend to care about this body," I said, "tell me, what exactly do you want?"