I am the Ultimate Villain, So What If I Kill a Protagonist

130: Chapter 130 Jiang Chen Still Wants to Eat Shit”Don’t want, don’t want. I, the Howling Celestial Dog, only gnaw on bones; I don’t eat anything else.”

Jiang Chen shook his head decisively, refusing Chu Yuan’s good intentions.

”This was specially prepared for you by my young master. Drinking it will cure your mental illness.”

”Hurry over and have a taste. I guarantee the flavor is delicious and unique.”

Mo Chou beckoned to Jiang Chen, as if luring a child, trying to entice Jiang Chen to come out.

Jiang Chen continued to play the fool, his hands and feet tucked under the table, seemingly terrified.

”Don’t want, don’t want. I, the Howling Celestial Dog, am not hungry. I, the Howling Celestial Dog, don’t drink soup.”

Hiding under the table, Jiang Chen remained huddled, shaking his head repeatedly and refusing again and again.

Seeing such clumsy acting, Chu Yuan almost laughed out loud.

”This stupid dog doesn’t even know how to act amusing to please its master. Keeping it is just a waste of food; it serves no purpose. Might as well get rid of it sooner to avoid ruining my mood.”

He was already playing the fool, pretending to be the Howling Celestial Dog, yet Chu Yuan still wanted to kill him.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but curse inwardly: ”Damn you, Chu Yuan, you are too ruthless. You won’t even spare a fool; you have to kill them all.”

While Jiang Chen was stunned and cursing in his heart, Mo Chou seized the opportunity, rushed forward, grabbed his arm, and forcibly threw him out.

Jiang Chen, who had fallen flat on his face, ignored the pain in his body and continued to play the fool: ”Spare me, monsters! I, the Howling Celestial Dog, won’t dare to bite anyone again. Please let me go.”

Chu Yuan was speechless.

The Howling Celestial Dog was, at the very least, the divine dog under Erlang Shen; when did it become such a coward?

Since you like acting like a dog, then act like one to the end.

”Stupid dog, this is medicine to treat your illness. Eat it immediately, or else this young master will kill the dog for meat.”

Chu Yuan said with a slightly authoritative tone, half-threatening and half-scaring him.

”Young master, I think this kid is very sharp. He doesn’t look like a fool at all; he is clearly playing the fool. It would be better to get rid of him sooner.” Mo Chou seemed to have grasped Chu Yuan’s intentions and cooperated with him in the act.

Get rid of him sooner!

These words made Jiang Chen’s heart tremble with fear.

It seemed that Chu Yuan really had the intent to kill.

In his current state, if the other party really wanted to kill him, he would undoubtedly die.

Now, the only way to have a glimmer of hope was to make the other party believe that he was a mindless fool, posing no threat to Chu Yuan, and could even provide amusement.

Looking at the medicinal soup Mo Chou brought over—a yellow, bubbling liquid with a centipede and an earthworm inside—Jiang Chen felt almost nauseous.

Some ”Coke” tonic soup, some excellent prescription for treating mental illness.

Chu Yuan, that scoundrel, was clearly forcing him to eat centipedes and earthworms and drink someone else’s urine.

If he didn’t drink, he would definitely die.

If he drank it, there was still a glimmer of hope.

To save his life, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

”Such delicious medicinal soup, I, the Howling Celestial Dog, must taste what it’s like.”

”Give it to me quickly.”

Snatching the ”Coke” from Mo Chou’s hands, Jiang Chen held his breath, not daring to think too much, and poured it all into his stomach.

That pungent, overwhelming smell almost made Jiang Chen vomit his dinner from the night before.

Although he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, Jiang Chen suppressed it with all his might, even forcing a smile: ”Delicious, truly delicious. Is there any more? I want more.”

”Ugh!”

Before Jiang Chen could vomit, Zhang Zhigang, who was on the side, vomited first as a sign of respect.

This psychiatric hospital had all sorts of oddities; Zhang Zhigang had seen his fair share of weirdos.

But this was the first time he had seen someone drink urine on the spot, declare it super delicious, and ask for another bowl.

Truly a Ninja Turtle, even more tolerant than Shen Wen back then.

Shen Wen, that Ninja Turtle, had once been cuckolded and acted as if nothing happened.

Compared to him, Jiang Chen was simply worse, if not even more extreme.

Watching the other party finish a large bowl of urine without changing his expression, and even liking the taste, Chu Yuan couldn’t help but give him a thumbs up and say ”well played.”

”Ding! Host forcibly compelled the Protagonist Jiang Chen to drink urine, humiliating the Protagonist Jiang Chen. Host gains 3000 villain points.”

Another sum of villain points accounted for.

Chu Yuan didn’t feel much surprise or shock.

He had cooperated so well with Jiang Chen’s acting; it would be abnormal if the system didn’t show some response.

Just because this guy Jiang Chen still had some use and was putting on such a hard-working performance, Chu Yuan planned to keep him for the time being.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a waste of his well-intentioned performance?

Chu Yuan thought: I won’t tell you that this sheep is quite fat. Killing the sheep for meat before shearing enough wool would be a huge loss.

”Director Jiang, no, no, Howling Celestial Dog, is the medicinal meal I prepared for you delicious?”

Chu Yuan squatted down, looking at him with a smile.

”Delicious, this is the most delicious thing I have ever drunk.”

”Is there more? I want more.”

Jiang Chen licked his lips, looking as if he hadn’t had enough.

Only a stupid dog like you would think urine is delicious.

In his heart, Jiang Chen had already greeted Chu Yuan countless times.

”As long as you are satisfied. This young master thought you wouldn’t be, and was planning to change the prescription for you.”

”Since you are satisfied, in order to cure your illness, this young master has decided to give you a medicinal meal every day. It will definitely cure your mental illness.”

Chu Yuan nodded with satisfaction, his smile widening.

A medicinal soup every day?

Hearing that Chu Yuan dared to torment him like this, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth in hatred.

The next moment, he had the urge to rush forward and beat Chu Yuan to death.

A gentleman can be killed, but not humiliated.

He was a system owner, the Child of Destiny, yet now he was being humiliated like this by the other party; it was a supreme disgrace.

At the last moment, Jiang Chen suppressed the impulse in his heart.

If he just rushed up now, not only would it be futile, but he would also be exposed by Chu Yuan on the spot.

What awaited him would be ruthless slaughter by Chu Yuan.

Then all the grievances he had suffered just now would have been in vain.

He, Jiang Chen, still had the system; as long as he escaped the cage, there was hope for a comeback.

Didn’t Goujian, King of Yue, sleep on brushwood and taste gall, and even eat excrement, eventually leading three thousand Yue troops to swallow Wu?

The suffering he endured today was far less than that of King Goujian of Yue.

Chu Yuan didn’t know that Jiang Chen actually had the urge to eat excrement; otherwise, he would definitely have arranged it for him.

He could even let him try the feast that King Goujian of Yue enjoyed.

Having played with Jiang Chen enough to satisfy himself, Chu Yuan had no intention of continuing to make things difficult for him.

Since Jiang Chen was obsessed with the small request of ”Coke,” centipede, and earthworm medicinal soup, Chu Yuan could still satisfy him.

He gave instructions to Zhang Zhigang: prepare this medicinal soup for Jiang Chen three times a day, and do not allow any interruptions during this period.