The villain's daily corpse collection

The young Wang Wei couldn't help herself after all. She really wanted to know what Jun Zhao saw her other side like.

The two have been together for such a long time, and Jun Zhao looks at her expression every day as if he is looking at a poor, powerless and weak girl.

Although it was the truth, she was not willing to keep hiding it. She wanted to show a part of her true self, tear off her disguise, and let Jun Zhao see it.

Every midnight when the gods were not killed, after Jun Zhao fell asleep, Wang Wei would get up and play with the daggers or short knives he had taken as trophies from other gods.

Because she always had an impulse in her heart - she didn't know what would happen if the sharp blade pierced his body.

She carefully slashed the tip of the dagger across Jun Zhao's body, then quietly put it away. She stood up and walked to the yard, sitting on the swing that Jun Zhao had built for her.

The night breeze blows gently, and this never-fading sea of ​​tassel flowers is her temporary safe haven, but it is definitely not permanent.

Just like her and A Zhao, although she has not seen much of the world, she knows what is precious - A Zhao gives her this feeling.

They were from two different worlds, they should not have met but met by chance. He offered her kindness, but she could only provide half of a couch that was neither too wide nor too narrow.

Wang Wei didn't know why he appeared in this world, and didn't know why there was someone like Jun Zhao who was completely opposite to him.

Whenever she tried to ask Jun Zhao, he would gently stroke her hair and tell her: "Everyone in this world has their own value of existence. You will understand when you grow up... You will find something you like and fight for it. You will go to a wider world and achieve your life. However, we are gods, and our life is still very long. You will survive the divine calamity and become a god who stands tall and protects all people in the world."

"Why should we protect all the people in the world? I am also one of them, why is no one protecting me?" Wang Wei looked confused.

"Little fool, because you will become very strong in the future, just like me!"

Jun Zhao tapped her nose with his finger, "But now, I will protect you."

after?

She won't have a distant future. Maybe one day she will use up all her resurrection abilities and die at the hands of a god, in some corner where no one can find her.

Now, facing Jun Zhao’s repeated questioning, Wang Wei’s eyes were already filled with tears.

To be honest, she herself couldn't tell how much of it was genuinely aggrieved and how much of it was just acting.

“Brother A Zhao… I didn’t mean to steal your magic weapon. I really had no other choice. My power was too weak and I was no match for Tian Zun… They wanted to kill me, but I didn’t want to die. I wanted a future…”

She went forward and hugged Jun Zhao, who was still immersed in shock, "Brother Zhao said that I will become a very powerful god in the future, but if I don't live to see the future, I won't be able to realize what you said. I don't want this to happen!"

Jun Zhao let out a long sigh, broke free from Wang Wei's arms, ignored Wang Wei's crying behind him, silently returned to the cabin, packed up his things, and left the yard.

Wang Wei wiped away his tears and did not chase after her. Instead, he lay down on the ground which was littered with the bodies of the Tassel Flowers.

Sure enough, no one can accept myself like this.

That mask still can't be taken off easily.

Jun Zhao did leave, but he didn't go too far.

After passing through the tassel forest, there is a street market full of all kinds of people.

Many gods who were banished to the mortal world to serve their sentences but were unable to return to heaven gathered here. Their lives were therefore branded as sinful gods, and only Chenzhongtian could accommodate them.

Although the Eighth Heaven Chen Zhongtian and the First Heaven Zong Lingtian where he is located are both in the heavenly realm, there are still essential differences between them, which can be called as huge as the difference between heaven and earth.

He silently felt and remembered everything here... hoping that one day his brother or himself would be able to retake this place from the devil and change it.

He left this time not to blame Wang for the murderous god's fault, but because he had never thought that his brother, the Heavenly Lord of the Heavenly Palace, was actually the man behind this murder.

The person who was killed was a child who was struggling to survive. She did nothing to deserve this cruel treatment. He could not imagine that the brother who treated him well and raised him could be such a person.

However, he couldn't let go of Wang Wei.

He often asked the celestial beings living nearby about the situation in Liusu Forest. Everyone said that there was something strange about the forest and that no one was allowed to approach it. No one who had been in there had ever come out.

Wang Wei sat on the swing and sighed.

Jun Zhao was gone, which meant she no longer had any useful magic weapon. But fortunately, she learned to read and write, and could use the power of the killing array to a greater extent.

She was busy setting up formations and researching more difficult spells... She didn't have much time to miss A Zhao. His appearance was accidental, not inevitable; it was a moment, not eternal.

Although she couldn't help but think about it sometimes.

Until that day, someone set fire to the Liusu Forest. The forest was so large that only a small area was burned at first, which did not attract anyone's attention.

It was the Fire God of the Fifth Heaven who dealt a fatal blow to her.

By the time Wang Wei discovered it, the fire had already spread far and wide. Fortunately, her water control technique had some success, and she used nearby streams and rivers to put out the flames... But the other side would not do as she wished, and the fire seemed to be endless and would always reignite.

The opponent was only slightly injured by her killing array, but this was enough to anger the pursuer, and what was waiting for her was nothing more than a more brutal killing.

Wang Wei was tied up with a burning rope. The fire poison penetrated into her thin body. The severe pain made her suffocate and faint several times and then wake up again.

She could see that the other party enjoyed torturing her.

The only way to deal with this kind of people is to face them calmly - neither showing weakness or morbidity, nor resisting fiercely.

But the man was not satisfied with her attitude, so he tightened the rope even more.

She heard the sound of bones being crushed in her body and blood flowing from all her orifices.

Her heart was extremely calm, and she parried out everything she had learned recently. The tone of her chanting was calm, but it set off the other party's madness.

The man seemed to realize it, and he grabbed her throat fiercely and shouted, "Why are you pretending to be kind? Don't you know that you are the most evil person in the world? You are the most vicious, die, die!"

He pulled her hair and slammed her to the ground again and again. She didn't cry or scream. She just endured everything as if she was already dead.

Her eyes were dim, her face was covered in blood and scars, until her vision was blurred, until she could no longer see the fallen petals and debris on the ground...

She is dead.

Died again.

When Jun Zhao discovered the fire in the forest, he used magic to control the fire. When he rushed back, the God of Fire was about to leave.

The God of Fire recognized Jun Zhao, who was wiping the blood off his hands with the clean hem of his skirt.

Seeing Jun Zhao coming, he bowed calmly and said, "I didn't expect that the young master that Your Majesty has been looking for is actually in such a - dirty place. Young Master, please go back with me and don't let the filthy atmosphere here taint you."

"…So, my brother is really the messenger?" After a long silence, his voice finally came out from between his teeth, with an almost inaudible tremor at the end of his words.

Jun Zhao stared at the man closely, not daring to look away at all. He did not dare to look at the current situation.

She lay lifeless in a pool of blood, with tassel flowers falling in the wind covering half of her body, and the pure white petals were instantly dyed red.

"Huh? The instigator? Instigator...what?" The man didn't react.

"Kill her." His voice was very soft, as if it would come true if he said it more seriously.

"Oh! My Lord, that's what you're talking about. The Heavenly Lord said that whoever can kill her completely in the Nine Heavens will have the hope of sitting on the throne of the First Heaven God, who is below all gods! That's the first seat under the Heavenly Lord Palace..."

The pursuer looked down at the corpse on the ground and kicked it again, "Tsk, it's been so long and it hasn't resurrected. It seems that I have hope!"

He was still feeling smug when suddenly a huge bloody hole appeared on his chest.

The man turned around slowly. It turned out that Jun Zhao used the magic weapon to transform into a sword and stabbed it into his heart.

“Young Master, you…” The man fell to the ground and died with his eyes wide open before he could finish his words.

Jun Zhao dropped his magic weapon and flew to Wang Wei.

Her pupils were dilated, her eyelashes were sticky with blood, and she didn't close her eyes.

Jun Zhao reached out to her with trembling hands and wiped the blood off her face. His tears could not be stopped and fell on her face, leaving traces of blood and tears.

If all this was caused by his brother, how would he face her?

He held back his tears and apologized to her over and over again, even though he knew there would be no response.

"I'll take you home."

Finally, he carried the person back to the familiar wooden house. Thinking of the hem of the person's hand being wiped on, he felt uncomfortable.

Jun Zhao started to look for Wang Wei's other clothes, and then he realized that she actually only had a few clothes in total, and none of them seemed to fit her well.

He found a green and red shirt and helped her change. After she changed, he realized that the color of the shirt was patched together, no wonder the color difference was so big.

Her body was very soft, and she lay there powerlessly, because there were few healthy bones in her body. Jun Zhao discovered this when she was changing clothes. He used magic to piece together her broken skeleton inside, and only then did she have some human form.

Jun Zhao placed Wang Wei where she had been lying before and covered her with a blanket. He leaned against the head of the bed and began to talk about random things, such as what he had seen and heard in the Eighth Heaven recently, and how he had missed her a lot recently...

"If I hadn't left then, would you not have died?" Jun Zhao sniffed. "This is the first time I realized I have so many tears. I haven't cried much in the past few hundred years. It turns out that all of them were stored up today."

"Pfft-"

Suddenly there was a laugh.

Jun Zhao suspected that he was hallucinating.

He calmed down, neither speaking nor crying, just waiting for that sound.

But after waiting for a long time, the voice did not come out. He searched the whole room and even the yard.

When he returned to the couch again, he always felt that something had changed there, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Suddenly, he realized that he had clearly placed Wang Wei's hands on both sides and lightly clenched them into fists, so how come they opened?

And he made a weird gesture? Thumbs up. What does that mean?

Jun Zhao immediately went forward to check and found that Wang Wei still had his eyes closed.

He was unsure, but he still took out the waist accessory he always carried with him, hung the colorful feather on the tip of Wang Wei's nose, and then poked her nostrils with the feather.

"Ah--A-choo!" Wang Wei suddenly sat up from the couch.

Jun Zhao: “!!!”

He looked at her in disbelief. She really had no life at all just now, but now... was she alive?

"Brother Zhao, you're going too far! How could you... Achoo!" Wang Wei didn't recover and rubbed his nose hard.

"You you you——" Jun Zhao didn't even recover.

"I, I, I'm not dead! I heard you crying in my ear. I didn't expect Brother A Zhao to be so fond of crying. He can cry even more than me." Wang Wei was very proud of this.

"You little liar! I've been crying for so long and you didn't even get up!"

Jun Zhao began to tickle her all over her body. Wang Wei screamed and dodged, and the two ran to the yard to fight.

After fighting for a long time, the two men lay head to head outside the yard, lying on a patch of tassel flowers.

Jun Zhao wanted to ask about what happened just now, but that was too cruel. He didn't want her to fall into terrible memories, so he chose to find out everything himself with doubts.

"It would be great if it could always be like this." Wang Wei spoke first.

"Yes, let's stay together like this forever!" Jun Zhao also said casually.

He suddenly stopped talking after that. His brother wanted to kill her and had already put it into action. Could they still be together?

He frowned in worry, and Wang Wei had gotten up from the ground at some point and was lying on top of him.

"Brother Zhao is so handsome, so don't frown!" She gently smoothed his forehead with her hand.

Jun Zhao sat up and grabbed her hand.

"Xiao Wei, do you want to go somewhere else with me?"

"Where is that other place?"

"my home."

His eyes were firm. "I will hide you in the highest tower in the heaven. That is the restricted area of ​​the Sutra Library. No one can go up there without my permission."

Wang Wei stood there in a daze. She had no plan to leave the forest until she became stronger in the short term.

"If you can't bear to leave this place, I will move this forest and the cabin here over there. At the top of the restricted area is a rooftop where no one goes. You can live there, and you can read and study there on weekdays without being disturbed." He understood her inner concerns.

Wang Wei's breathing became heavy. This was something that could not be refused.

"So what do I need to do? For you."

"Xiao Wei, this is not an exchange. You don't have to do anything. You just have to be yourself."

"Be myself..." Wang Wei was a little confused.

"Would you like to come with me?" Jun Zhao had already stood up and extended his hand to Wang Wei.

*

The weather has been a bit gloomy recently, but everyone knows that there won't be any rain.

The heat is mixed with a dull feeling, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Du Ximiao's severe cold improved under Yuan Xiang's careful care.

Everyone has been resting and recuperating these days. Zhuang Boyan also took advantage of his free time to sort out the ancient foreign books and works he had collected recently. He also unexpectedly received a handwritten book titled "Legends of the Four Realms: Biographies of the Nine Heavens".

The words in the book are not big, but they are quite thick, which shows that the content is quite solid.

Ever since he knew that Wang Wei and Huo Feng were gods, he also wanted to study some additional knowledge.

Wang Wei had already put all the recovered body parts in order, and the excess strength was also taken back from Huo Feng's body.

"Master, we will pass by... Chihou City on this trip. Does that city have the artifact we are looking for?" Huo Feng asked, looking at the map.

"It's not clear yet, but it's certain that there is one in Qingyu City. Let's go there first. I can verify one thing. If it works, it will be easier to find things in the future."

Huo Feng put away the map, sat next to Wang Wei, and asked, "Master, have you ever thought about what to do after you have found all the artifacts and solved all the problems at hand?"

Wang Wei chuckled a few times: "These things you mentioned will take a long time to complete, we'll talk about it after you're done!"

Huo Feng suddenly leaned closer and looked at him: "Master, will you be very busy in the future?"

"No way..." Wang Wei raised his hand and gently pinched his chin, "Do you have anything to say?"

"There are many places I want to go with Master." Huo Feng took out the map of the four realms that he had recently bought at the market, and then unfolded it. There were circles and dots on it for many places, as well as some notes.

Wang Wei took it and saw that it contained some precautions and specific recommended things to do.

It turns out that Huo Feng had been doing this for the past few days, and it looked mysterious.

"I agree."

Wang Wei folded the map and returned it to Huo Feng.

"Thank you, Master!" Huo Feng took it and kissed her when he stood up.

Wang Wei had a deep suspicion that he had laid so much groundwork just for that final moment.

Forget it, let him be.