Bengtie, I'm really not a villain!

Even the gaze of the Star God of Procreation during the Grammer Empire could be blocked by the power of the Villain Simulator, so how did that Masked Fool manage to break in?

No, even the gaze of the Procreation Star God can be blocked by the power of the Villain Simulator, because it's just a simulation by the Villain Simulator... maybe?

However, considering that it seems to be something that Firefly and she had actually experienced before, it is probably true that the strange power of the villain simulator blocked the star god's gaze.

If that's the case, how exactly did the Masked Fool manage to get in?

Unless... that guy also has some extraordinary item that can rival the villain simulator.

Is this villain simulator some kind of public toilet that allows the masked fool to come in whenever he wants?

Jing Ye spat hard at the villain simulator, which provoked the mother character to make trembling "humming and groaning" sounds.

Jingye's plans were somewhat affected by the sudden intrusion of the Masked Fool.

For example, Sister Zhou, who had previously submitted to his many actions, had her anger reignited.

When the Masked Fool in that chat group said some inexplicable things, Sunday Sister's suspicions about you deepened even more.

Sunday Sister strongly suspects that you are the so-called Masked Fool, just pretending to be a ghost and trying to manipulate her in this way.

Therefore, after seeing the masked fool mention the robin, Sunday Sister was very angry with you.

[During this latest meeting, Sister Zhou undertook an unprecedented bird's nest-making process for you, practically spitting saliva all over your face.]

"What exactly did you do to the robin?!"

"You promised you wouldn't lay a hand on a robin!"

[Sunday Sister expressed repeated outrage at you and refused to listen to your explanation that she is not the Masked Fool.]

Of course, you're too lazy to explain, because for a bird that only knows how to breathe, a little scolding is enough.

[While Sister Sunday was launching a barrage of verbal attacks at you, the robin suddenly joined the fray.]

The robin, as always, was sweet and gentle, kindly advising Sunday Sister not to get so agitated.

The robin, with her sweet voice, suddenly began to sing like a princess in a Disney movie, urging you and Sister Sunday to get along well.

[Sunday Sister can't get angry at the robin's advice; she can only silently continue her eye-attacks on you.]

[And then I spat in your face again.]

To appease Sunday's anger, Robin took out a freshly baked pudding tart.

That was her and Sister Sunday's favorite dessert.

"Sister, these are freshly baked pudding tarts, have a bite!"

Sunday Sister expressed strong skepticism about the pudding tart that Robin pulled out, because she knew it was probably made by you too.

After all, the moment those pudding tarts appeared, they burst forth with a dazzling golden light. Only you have that kind of culinary skill.

[Sister Zhou has to admit, no matter how much she dislikes you, your cooking skills are undeniably superb.]

Even though Sister Sunday is angry with you and really doesn't want to eat your cooking.

However, since it was the robin who served the food, Sister Sunday couldn't resist her repeated persuasion.

Finally, Sunday Sister succumbed to the robin's sweet talk and accepted the pudding tart.

[Trigger a special storyline and enter immersive mode]

[A special event has been triggered: a new video posted by the Masked Fool has appeared in the chat group.]

Jing Ye was just about to close his eyes and experience what kind of expression Sister Zhou would have after learning the truth about the pudding and egg tart when he heard the villain simulator issue a prompt.

The new developments concerning the Masked Fool startled Jing Ye, who opened his eyes in surprise, but was already immersed in the experience.

Jing Ye felt the moisture and fragrance on his face, wiped his face, and found that the traces of Zhou Rijie's bird's nest treatment on his face were still there.

This wiped away the saliva that Sister Zhou spat out, causing Jing Ye's eye to twitch slightly.

However, since Sister Zhou was enjoying pudding and egg tarts under the sweet words of the robin, Jing Ye temporarily refrained from acting out.

As Sunday Sister slowly scooped up a spoonful of the pudding tart in front of her and put it in her mouth, the familiar sweet aroma instantly brought her back to her childhood.

Back then, whenever she and the robin tasted this dessert, they were filled with happiness and contentment.

The rich milky aroma instantly filled my mouth, just like the taste of my childhood, sweet and mellow.

But then Sunday Sister's brows furrowed involuntarily, and her tongue detected something unusual.

The texture of this egg mixture is thicker than I imagined.

If it were a food made with egg liquid that she was used to, due to her delicate constitution, the pudding tart would definitely have a thin texture and melt in her mouth.

After Jing Ye repeatedly tied her up and forced her to watch the analysis and study of her bird eggs, Zhou Rijie had a thorough understanding of her own egg liquid.

Despite not admitting it, Sister Zhou knew that her egg mixture was embarrassingly thin because of her mixed fish constitution.

And Jing Ye knew exactly what those bird eggs were used for after they fell into her hands each time she laid one.

They would either crack open the egg and force-feed it to her on the spot to humiliate her, or they would make it into other dishes and let her taste the delicacies made from the bird eggs they produced.

Zhou Rijie had even tacitly accepted that all the food Jing Ye served was made from her egg liquid, and she would smear bird's nest on Jing Ye's face before each meal.

After all, if we don't take revenge on Jing Ye soon, it will be too late when this guy makes a fool of us.

After so many culinary ordeals, even though Sister Zhou didn't want to experience it in detail, she did understand the characteristics of her dishes made with egg liquid.

The amazing silkiness and delicacy, the soft texture, are all characteristics of her thin and smooth egg wash.

However, the egg custard in this egg tart does not have the characteristics of her own egg custard.

The egg yolk was incredibly thick, each bite carrying a heavy, substantial texture, as if it were slowly spreading and caressing the tip of the tongue.

The rich aroma of milk first spreads through the nasal cavity, but soon, a different fragrance envelops it.

Sunday Sister did not taste her own flavor, which she often tasted in the dishes she had eaten before.

What made Sister Zhou's eyes tremble violently was that she already knew the answer in her heart, but was unwilling to believe it...

It was the scent unique to the robin, fresh and full of life, several times stronger than the scent emanating from the eggs she lays herself.

This aroma intertwines with the milky fragrance, creating distinct yet harmonious layers that permeate the mouth.

As Sunday night chewed, she became increasingly certain that the egg was definitely not from her own bird.

Her brows furrowed, and the image of a robin involuntarily surfaced in her mind, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

The more she ate the pudding tart in her hand, the more uneasy she felt, until Sunday Sister's gaze fell on the robin.

The reaction from her dearest sister left Sunday Sister stunned and incredulous.

The robin in front of me looked like a child who had done something wrong, its face flushed red as if it could bleed.

Sunday Sister, who knows Robin well, knows that her usually gentle, sweet, and innocent younger sister would never show such an expression.

After all, robins are naturally obedient birds, and they rarely make mistakes.

And every time a robin shows this expression, it means it has committed a grave offense.

In the robin's guilty gaze, Zhou Rijie, who knew her younger sister so well, could even see a hint of shame, a touch of self-reproach, and... an undisguised excitement and anticipation?!

That feeling of shame and self-reproach is like coming before the person you betrayed after betraying them...

Even Sunday Sister's understanding of the robin made her feel that the robin's remorse and self-blame went beyond this, meaning that the robin not only did something treacherous, but did something even more outrageous!

The heart pattern that appeared in the robin's eyes terrified Sunday Sister!

On Sunday, Sister Zhou thought of what the Masked Fool had mentioned in that inexplicably appearing chat group—

There were some unspeakable things about her sister, the robin, that she absolutely did not want to hear!

Sister Zhou just got angry with Jing Ye because she was worried that he might have done something to the robin. Now that she thinks about it carefully...!

If Jing Ye really did something to the robin, then the robin's current display of remorse and betrayal seems understandable?

The moment Sunday Sister realized the reason behind the robin's remorse and self-blame, she became drowsy.

"Sister...you..."

Chapter Seventy-Five: Collapsed on the Stage

When Sunday Sister realized something was wrong with the robin, she noticed that the pudding and egg tart flavor lingering in her mouth had taken on a strange taste.

That was a unique medicinal scent, distinct from the milky and salty aromas of Jingye.

By the time Sister Zhou realized that there was some strange medicine hidden inside the pudding tarts, which was only well concealed by Jing Ye's superb culinary skills, it was already too late.

The moment she tasted the medicine, her body was already overwhelmed by its effects.

And without a doubt, besides Jingye, the robin was also the biggest accomplice.

Sunday, her eyelids slammed shut uncontrollably, causing her to fall asleep before she could even get angry.

"Robin, why..."

Sister Zhou didn't even have time to ask a question before she completely lost consciousness.

When she slowly woke up, the scene before her eyes was that of a robin taking to the big stage and dancing and singing in front of everyone.

What enraged Sister Zhou was that she was still suspended in the same bound position as before, with no possibility of struggling at all.

It seems that while she was unconscious, a large bucket of water was poured into her stomach, and the large amount of water was absorbed into her body and converted into a stimulus to her brain.

And just like before, the tight bindings deliberately avoided her abdomen, so that her protruding pregnant belly was not affected at all.

Sister Zhou was awakened by this familiar dual bodily instinct. After being unconscious for an unknown period of time, she found herself in her egg-laying period once again...

Moreover, on the screen in front of her, the ever-popular female singer Robin had already begun her performance, accompanied by melodious singing.

In the past, Sister Sunday never attended any of Robin's performances, but she never expected that this time it would be done in such a shameful way.

Sunday Sister absolutely did not want to repeat the previous experience of leakage, but the dual stimulation of laying eggs and leakage made it impossible for her to make a choice.

At this moment, when the live broadcast of "The Robin" should have been met with high praise, what Sister Sunday offered was...

One wet egg after another, and tears scattered all over the ground.

Although Sister Zhou had become somewhat accustomed to this kind of thing after the last time she was suspended, it didn't mean she was willing to do it again.

Not to mention a live stage performance directly in front of the robin!

Sunday Sister's noble impression of the robin was tarnished by her own absurd and ugly behavior, which once again destroyed and shook Sunday Sister's convictions!

After her tears, flowing freely from the depths of shame and despair, broke free, Sister Zhou was too ashamed to face her own exaggeratedly ugly state and could only grit her teeth and endure everything through tearful eyes.

However, even though she forced herself to swallow this shame, Sister Sunday discovered something even more terrifying during the live broadcast on stage...

Sunday Sister has enjoyed countless Robin's stage performances, and Robin, as a world-renowned female singer, has also performed countless times.

Every stage performance was absolutely perfect, a flawless, artistic performance...

However, Sister Sunday, who is familiar with Robin, could clearly sense that Robin was acting very strangely under the spotlight and on stage!

On the grand stage, under the dazzling spotlight, the robin shone like the brightest moon, outshining even the countless stars in the sky.

The robin dances to the music with exquisite grace in every movement, its light steps resembling those of a forest sprite.

Like a swan, the robin fully displays her graceful figure, embodying the dignified elegance renowned among the Tianhuan tribe.

The robin raised its long neck slightly, its eyes sparkling with intelligence, drawing cheers from the audience.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that beneath this perfect appearance lies an unspeakable anomaly.

The robin's face had an unnatural flush, just like the clouds dyed by the warm, slightly intoxicating spring sun.

However, that deep red was not the color of healthy vitality, but rather a sickly, decadent beauty.

It's not even the usual flush from being drunk; it's a strange blush that subtly conveys shyness, shame, and anticipation, as if one is doing something irreversible!

The robin's song was as melodious and sweet as ever, but Sister Sunday, who knew her well, could completely detect the subtle tremor in it!

The robin's song is like a fragile string being blown by a cold wind, with subtle tremolos mixed in with the stirring melody.

This is an absolutely impossible mistake for a robin, who is naturally gifted at singing; her breath control should be absolutely perfect!

As the performance progressed, Sister Sunday discovered that the robin's problem was becoming increasingly serious.

Her steps began to falter, and although her figure remained light as she spun, it seemed as if she might lose her balance at any moment.

Even though the robin tried her best to maintain an elegant posture, taking each step carefully, her slightly trembling ankles and occasional staggering figure betrayed her abnormality.

Although every abnormality was extremely minor, in the eyes of Sister Sunday, who knew robins best, all these details were magnified!