The villain's daily corpse collection

What does twelve years mean?

Wang Wei really didn’t understand, and looking at the expressions of the people around her, she tried to understand.

However, it was as if the black veil covering her eyes could help block out the dazzling light sources around her. However, her injuries had not healed and her vision was still blurry.

For most of the gods, their lives are like an ink painting, with only two colors, black and white, that are spread on the paper in varying depths.

Her divine life, however, is absolutely rich and colorful.

Just like a painting made of countless mineral pigments, the crushed and ground gems decorate a magnificent painting, emitting different lusters. However, most of the beautiful colors are poisonous.

It is extremely painful to dwell on those bad memories.

However, she lived long enough to cover up her sad past with her later glorious experiences.

Severing all emotions and desires is an unwritten rule for being a god.

All things in the four realms are within the laws of nature. Without rules, there will be no order. If you are disturbed by the seven emotions and six desires during your practice, and if evil thoughts grow, it may cause irreversible damage to all things in the world.

Unlike many gods, Wang is grateful that he can easily cut off his emotions.

Firstly, she was born careless and could not understand much. She had always relied on observation and imitation to integrate into the group. Except for the physical pain that made her cry for no reason, she needed to learn everything else.

Secondly, it was difficult for her to have any thoughts. She only wanted to survive and come before the gods. Nothing in the world could stop her from practicing and becoming stronger, and she became stronger in order to kill the gods that affected her progress.

Some gods, after descending to the mortal world, would become attached to the mundane world. Some gods, even without ever descending to the mortal world, would yearn for the simple food and daily necessities of the mortal world, which seemed extremely stupid to them.

Many times, she was different from the other tribesmen. They looked at her differently, as if they hated her by nature, and she responded in kind.

Du Ximiao's eyes were slightly red, she looked straight at Wang Wei and said, "We mortals live in this world in such a troublesome way. We are bound by the seven emotions and six desires, and the seven emotions and six desires also perfect our entire life. In just a few decades, in the blink of an eye, our life has passed. Fortunately, we have gained a lot in the end. It is the connection established with this world, with people, with things, and with objects, which will remain in our memory forever. The flesh will always decay one day, but these memories will be passed on in other ways..."

She paused, "This is the life of us mortals. As long as there is hope to live, even a little bit, we will keep going. Whether it is life or death, we are integrated with this world."

"I understand this point." Wang Wei responded after listening to the last few sentences thoughtfully.

"But I still say the same thing." Wang Wei raised his head and looked at Song Zuoru, "What if the ending is not good? I am considering your interests from your perspective as a mortal."

Song Zuoru looked sad: "I... I don't know... I never thought about it before today."

"Then think about it carefully."

"Sister Weiwei, even if we take a step back, you might have to go to those other cities in the future. Can't you help me by the way?" Du Ximiao couldn't help but said bluntly.

It was morning when the barrier was about to be removed. Birds were perched on the trees in the courtyard, chirping loudly and clearly.

Pushing open the window, the faint light of morning light fell into the room, and a ray of light just stopped on Song Zuoru.

"The long night is over, the day is bright, please go back."

Even after the order to expel him was issued, Wang Wei still did not directly respond to the request.

Du Ximiao had a small amount of resentment in her heart that she couldn't express. She pulled Song Zuoru and said, "Zuo Niang, let's go. I will use all my resources to help you."

Song Zuoru bowed politely to Wang Wei and then left the room.

"Mother Zuo, I'm sorry, I thought I could help you from the side." Du Ximiao returned to the room, looking very frustrated.

"It's okay, it's really okay! You, you have helped me a lot." Song Zuoru's eyes were full of gratitude. "In fact, just like what the young lady and the Lord God said, I didn't dare to think about the ending of this matter before. This is the only hope that has supported me all the way. I can't extinguish this hope with my own hands. I don't have the courage..."

Yuan Xiang closed the door and left the room, leaving the space for the two of them. Du Ximiao put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her: "Don't pay attention to what she says, and don't force yourself to accept something you can't accept."

"In the past ten years, I haven't really talked to anyone, and I don't express these difficulties every day. I thought I was very strong." Song Zuoru lowered her head and smiled lightly, but tears could not stop welling up in her eyes. "In fact, I am really afraid... I am afraid that there will be bad results."

She wiped her tears, as if she remembered something, rummaged through her bag, and took out a book with paper pages bound with needle and thread.

"In fact, I was not very literate in the past. My family is a famous cook in the local area, so I naturally inherited the family's cooking skills. After Ah Lan got lost, I started to learn to read and write so that I could communicate more clearly with others and explain Ah Lan's situation. This is the letter I wrote to Ah Lan. Whenever I have something to say to her, I will write it down in this book."

Du Ximiao took it and said, "Yes, nothing else can be preserved, but the words will definitely be preserved."

As she spoke, she flipped through the contents of the book.

"Alan, this is the first time that mother has traveled around the place where we live. Fuyuan City is a good place, but it's not that good without you here."

"Alan, mother has learned to write 500 characters today. We have already arrived at the city of Yiqian. I heard there are many great painters here. Mother will go find someone to draw your image."

There was also a small portrait tucked into the page, which was indeed very lifelike.

There are occasional typos and corrections in the letter.

"Alan, Yangyue City is the place where you are most likely to encounter a master. I got a permit to enter the city through my cooking skills. There must be a chance here!"

"..."

It is a very thick booklet, filled with everything I have seen and heard along the way, as well as my infinite longing for my daughter.

Du Ximiao turned the pages and buried her head in wiping away her tears. She couldn't stop her tears from flowing, and finally couldn't control herself anymore, she burst into tears.

Song Zuoru didn't expect that she would be so moved after reading the booklet. She gently opened her arms and hugged Du Ximiao, and she also shed tears as if she was infected.

The two hugged each other to comfort each other. Zhuang Boyan didn't know what was going on and wanted to go in to check, but was stopped by Yuan Xiang.

"My stepmother passed away early, and she is particularly sensitive to matters related to her mother. Give them some time," Yuan Xiang said.

"I heard that you grew up together?" Zhuang Boyan asked.

"Yes and no. My stepmother sent me to a secret place for training at first, and I returned to the palace later. At that time, Her Highness had already started learning poetry." Yuan Xiang recalled, "It's just that she started earlier than other children of the imperial family."

Zhuang Boyan nodded: "No wonder when I saw Her Highness for the first time, I felt that she was different. Although she is a bit unconventional, it also proves that she is a person with ideas."

"Not only does she have ideas, but she also has strong execution capabilities. His Highness has already instructed me to contact Fu Yuan You to investigate the matter of Zuo Niang's daughter."

On the way out just now, Du Ximiao gave the order, and Yuan Xiang sent the message via a special messaging method.

Zhuang Boyan pondered: "The Fuyuan You family is the legendary guardian family of Fuyuan City in Yangdu? The mirage mentioned by Zuo Niang is also a force under the command of this mysterious family."

Yuan Xiang just answered with a "hmm" and said no more.

Zhuang Boyan smiled and said, "Don't worry, sooner or later everyone will know that I came out with you. Now, we have stepped into Qingyu City again, and King Xian's fiefdom is here." The meaning of his words was self-evident.

Yuan Xiang did not respond: "I just hope that this trip will not cause any conflict with him."

No one can say too much about helping and saving people.

Out of mutual respect between friends and companions, only appropriate requests for help can be made.

If you can't agree, you can only find another way out.

Du Ximiao naturally understood this truth, so she could only hint at Wang Wei's attitude. After getting an answer that did not agree with her, even though she was unhappy, she would not show it too much.

Wang Wei had indeed taken good care of her along the way, and she had forced herself to follow Wang Wei in the beginning. There was no reason for her to damage the relationship between them because of this.

This time she was able to resonate a lot because in her occasional free time she would think of her mother and the hard days she and her mother had gone through in the cold palace, and how her mother had never been able to leave that cannibalistic palace until she closed her eyes.

Du Ximiao was unwilling to accept it, but she didn't know what to do. At least, after her efforts, she managed to avoid it temporarily. But she didn't know where fate would take her after this change of fate.

She remembered what Zhuang Boyan said to her, that her destiny was actually in her own hands.

Now that he has returned to Yangdu, Du Ximiao's heart has begun to settle.

Qingyu City is the territory of Xian Wang Du He. There is no way around it, we have to meet each other eventually.

I should also greet Qingyu Xie, who I contacted privately before.

Moreover, she had been away for a long time this time, and it was time for her to return to her fiefdom.

Looking at Song Zuoru who had finally fallen asleep on the couch, Du Ximiao walked to the window and looked at the clouds drifting in the sky.

Beautiful clouds are easy to disperse, but her life was changed by God, so she is very strong.

On the other side, the three beasts squeezed into a room and began to catch up on their sleep.

He had eaten enough before, but was very tired from traveling all the time, so he almost fell asleep immediately, appearing unusually well-behaved and peaceful.

Only she and Huo Feng were left in Wang Wei's room.

Huo Feng knew the harm of delaying important matters, so he didn't say much today.

Although it was not in line with his character, he could not ignore the potential harm he could cause to the world.

Wang Wei was still sitting cross-legged on the side of the couch, practicing, but in fact she was unable to concentrate.

Her heart was filled with ripples, and she didn't know whether she was thinking about Song Zuoru's twelve years of searching for her daughter, or about her own... mother.

Wang Wei tried to understand what they said today, and ended up thinking of his mother goddess for no reason.

Although she had been wandering outside for nearly a thousand years, she really did not jump out of a stone or a pond.

She has a mother god, a father god, a sister, a grandfather, and a group of relatives from other branches.

Among them, the lineage of my second uncle was basically wiped out by her, but the lineage of my aunt and third uncle is still there. However, since that incident, they have all started to stay at home and dare not have any contact with her.

My aunt was still quite courageous. A hundred years after the incident, she would give Wang Wei some of the family's specialties during certain fixed festivals in the heaven - various magic array diagrams and new aquatic weapons she had developed, which really catered to Wang Wei's tastes.

Wang Wei would also make arrangements and give some gifts in return. Her hall was empty and there was nothing good. The square outside the hall was mostly filled with precious flowers and plants. Every time she waved her hand, she could give away several gardens.

These flowers and plants are comparable to rare spiritual veins, spiritual plants that rely entirely on spiritual energy for nourishment. Smelling the fragrance of a certain flower or plant can improve your cultivation by several decades. The people in the clan naturally accepted them with a smile, and they also knew Wang Wei's generosity, so gifts were constantly exchanged.

Every time he just delivered and received things, and never left a word.

This is the only way for Wang Wei to contact his relatives.

Even though it was just that, Wangwei also felt some family feeling from it.

Because she had hardly ever spent time with the Mother Goddess and the Father God.

That brief, dreamlike moment in her life of more than 2,000 years cannot be mentioned. It is like a drop of water falling into the ocean, leaving no trace.

Now, there are only two moments that are imprinted in her mind.

When she first returned to the family, she was brought by her grandfather with quite a spectacular ceremony.

Everyone looked at her face in surprise.

She looks exactly like the Great Princess of the Water Tribe.

But the color of her hair and her thin figure made her look particularly frail.

The Mother Goddess's expression when she first saw me was quite complicated.

Some are happy, but more are hesitant.

The Father God had the same expression, but only for a moment, he regained his kind and loving fatherly image. He stepped forward to greet and took his other daughter from his father Bo Shangyan.

Wang Wei quietly observed this tall man. She recalled that she seemed to have seen him somewhere while wandering. At that time, he was collecting some spiritual herbs for medicine. She didn't expect that this man would be her father god.

He brought himself to the beautiful and graceful woman and said, "Our little daughter is finally back."

The woman stared at her face carefully, squatted down, and began to check whether there was something terrible hidden on her body. After looking for a long time, she straightened her wrinkled clothes and said reluctantly: "You are back."

The man also squatted down and gently stroked her cheek and the top of her head: "Do you have a name? Your mother goddess and I chose a name for you... Your name is Wang Wei, Bo Shang Wang Wei."

Wang Wei had dreamt of her own name before, and she immediately understood that the man and woman in front of her must be her father and mother goddess.

At that time, she didn't think there was anything wrong with their indifferent attitude.

It was not until several times of getting along with each other later that she felt that the eyes of people around her were very different.

Even though she looks exactly like Bo Shangwangyou, everyone likes the elder sister more, including her parents.

Wang Wei's heart was very unbalanced. Whenever she tried to integrate into the family and please her parents, or planned to do something extraordinary to attract attention, she was interrupted by various factors.

Once he was caught developing poison and was whipped by the Mother Goddess.

Only her grandfather cared about her the most. Her medicine was indeed very poisonous. After being tested by the demon grandfather, it was immediately listed as a strong weapon. And he has always been helping her on her path of cultivation.

Therefore, Wang Wei had no time to care about others and devoted himself to practicing and studying.

She thought that her sister was so weak, as long as she became stronger, she would be different from her sister, and everyone would truly see her.