The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

The mechanical sound slowly turned, and her body floated up and down, as if floating in gears.

'In this position, don't use affection. ’

The voice ran into the tip of the nose with the smell of ink, and the woman lying flat in the void slowly opened her eyes.

"Yes."

Her cold reply spread in this space and was swept up in the ink.

The screens jumped out in front of her, and the light curtains were reflected in the cold eyes. The day-to-day admonition and work officially began.

...

zz is depressed in the space.

In the previous plane, the host wore the clothes the villain made for her every day, and its talents could not be displayed at all.

The gadgets it makes are piled up in a pile in the space. When will the host pet it, huh.

The space swayed slightly, and Aya Qingxuan appeared on the chair.

She sat quietly on the chair for a while before her eyes slowly returned to her senses.

【Host, what happened? 】

It's strange that the host just gave it a feeling of returning to its original state.

Ling Qingxuan pressed her temples and frowned, "I remembered something."

The depressed space, filled with ink on the tip of her nose, made her extremely uncomfortable.

There are also screens that are dazzling and irritating.

zz thought it was her who remembered what she did in the previous plane, and quickly put aside the topic: [Host, do you want to rest for a while or go directly to the next plane? 】

Ling Qingxuan let go of her hand, leaned over to grab it, and zz was picked up by her.

"Is Kizuna happy?"

zz: [...] I still remember it, huh, it's scary.

[Unhappy, not happy at all, I'm always scared, the host spares my life! People don't dare anymore! 】

Ling Qingxuan gently threw it out.

zz rolled on the ground, and Gulu Gulu rolled back again, staring at Ling Qingxuan with watery eyes, with a look of 'I was wrong, I still dare'.

"This time, I have to personally draw this plane." Ling Qingxuan made a request without any rush.

[Eh...but...] zz poked his head, [This thing can only be pumped in my mind, you can't touch it, host. 】

"Try it." Ling Qingxuan hooked her hands, and zz raised her head obediently.

The fingertips touched zz's forehead, causing ripples layer upon layer, Ling Qingxuan seemed to feel that thing, and further exploration, there was a copper wall and an iron wall blocking it.

zz's body was shocked, [Hey, I'll just say it, host you... eh? 】

The 'iron wall' actually softened and dented inward with the fingers.

zz Pig's hair exploded, wow wow: [It hurts, the host, the host, it hurts! 】

Ling Qingxuan's fingertips paused slightly and took it back.

zz rolled on the ground, howling for a few seconds, and immediately said: [Hoo, I almost thought I was going to die, huh. 】

"It really hurts?" Ling Qingxuan rubbed her fingers, feeling strange.

zz nodded, pointing to the tears in his eyes, "Your pearls from Kangkang's family really hurt. 】

Ling Qingxuan didn't investigate further, and glanced into the distance, "That's it, grind your hooves a little bit better, and open the plane."

【嘤~Okay! 】

[System prompt: The plane is open. 】

After Ling Qingxuan left, zz heard that the progress had reached 60%, and before sitting for a while, a smell of ink permeated the air.

[Well, what does it taste like? 】

It looked around, nothing new appeared, the smell was looming, and finally disappeared.

...

There was a dull pain in his head, and he seemed to be bound by something.

Ling Qingxuan's eyes were half-open, her vision was blurred, slightly red, and the smell of blood rushed into the tip of her nose.

It was dark in front of her, she opened it completely, only a figure could be seen, sitting not far from her.

The man had his legs crossed, a booklet of records in his hand, and words were in his mouth.

"Name: Ayamo."

"Age: Twenty-three."

"Gender: Female."

He paused for each item he read.

The man's voice was solemn and solemn, but deep and deep.

There was only his voice in the room, and the sound of the needles hanging on the wall moving second by second.

Ling Qingxuan looked beside him.

This space is small, like a small house, with a clock, a modern plane.

The window was on the side, the light was very weak, and it was impossible to see the person's appearance at all, but it allowed Aya Qingxuan to see her current situation.

Looking down, she was wearing a hospital gown, there was a little blood on her legs, and the bleeding place seemed to be on her forehead.

She was tied to a chair and lost some blood.

There is not only the smell of disinfectant here, but also the smell of various medicines.

"Check-in time: He will be admitted to Yuhuan Mental Hospital on January 15, 2020."

"Symptom identification: psychological disorders, cognitive impairment, mania, suicidal tendencies..."

The man got up from the chair and walked towards Aya Qingxuan while talking.

A faint beam of light hit the man.

He was wearing a doctor's white lab coat, and under his slightly trimmed hair, a sculpted face with distinct features was exposed to the light.

His bright star eyes drooped slightly, he used the booklet he just read to lift Ling Qingxuan's chin, and said solemnly: "Hello, this patient, I'm Doctor Ye, starting today, I'll be your attending doctor. division."

[System prompt: Obtain the favorability of the villain Ye Chen, the current favorability is 90. 】

Is the favorability level so high?

Ling Qingxuan looked at him, vaguely strange.

But zz doesn't know what he's doing, and he hasn't passed on the information and plot now, so he can only observe temporarily.

Ye Chen tilted his head, and his perfect jawline looked more mature and handsome in the shadows.

"It's time, patient Aya, it's time for you to take your medicine."

He skipped Aya Qingxuan and walked behind her.

The sound of bottles and bottles sounded, and he was making medicine.

When passing by her, Ling Qingxuan saw that he was wearing white slippers. He smelled faintly of medicine, but the white coat smelled of perfume used by women.

"Did you cause the wound on my head?"

Ling Qingxuan spoke up, her voice was hoarse, and her mouth was full of pain, she must have been covered.

The sound of bottles colliding stopped, and Ye Chen said, "Because you attacked me, I had to defend myself. Patient Ling, please cooperate."

Hearing the sound of him continuing to unpack the needle tube, Ling Qingxuan continued to ask, "Doctor Ye, what is my cognitive impairment?"

Ye Chen was very patient in this regard, and did not refuse to answer her question, "I have an obstacle to self-identity, you occasionally feel that you are of another identity."

"It's different from schizophrenia, you're still you, just with a different identity."

Ling Qingxuan said with a long meaning, "Then am I sick now?"

"I'm sick, I need injections and medicines." When everything was ready, Ye Chen walked up to her, squatted down, and lifted her sleeves.

The wrists were white and clean, nothing.

How could a person with suicidal tendencies let go of his wrist.

Ling Qingxuan tilted her head slightly, her eyes sharp, "So, Patient Ye, do you think you are a doctor now?"