The villain's daily corpse collection

After three rounds of drinks and food, everyone looked a little drunk.

Du Ximiao had a lot of ideas and suggested that everyone play a game before leaving.

The rules of the game are very simple. The person who draws the lot can ask questions and designate someone to answer the questions. You cannot lie when answering questions. If you are found to be lying, you will be punished.

The person drawn in the first round was Yuan Xiang.

He asked Niyun what the names of the books he wrote in Yangyue City were.

Niyun was stunned at first, and for some reason, two red clouds floated on her cheeks.

"...Do I have to answer this?" She hesitated.

"I'm just curious about your work, why can't you answer?" Yuan Xiang was a little puzzled.

"Just..." Du Ximiao interrupted Niyun as she hesitated, "If Niyun doesn't want to talk about it, then... change the question."

Wang Wei agreed. After all, it was just a game and she didn't want to be trapped.

Huo Feng glanced at her while thinking about the problem quickly.

"Hey! That won't do!" Chaos stood up. "You can't break the rules. I suggest that if you don't want to say it, you have to take a punishment... You can decide the punishment yourself... or drink! Just drink this small jar in one go!"

This time the wine was bought from outside and then processed again. The wine jars are relatively small and everyone can hold them directly in the palm of their hands.

This punishment... is reasonable.

Faced with the choice of drinking and saying the title of the book, Niyun resolutely chose to drink. Although she couldn't drink much, she still drank a jar of it.

The next person to be drawn was Bai Tang. He looked around and finally chose to ask Xiaoyu about his specific age.

Xiaoyu did not refuse and said that she was one of the oldest people in their tribe and was already 780 years old.

In response to everyone's curiosity, she slowly said, "Many people in my tribe can't live that long. I survived because I left my family. Our tribe has always been preyed upon by other tribes - these other tribes specifically refer to mortals."

She looked at those mortals, and they all looked a little surprised.

Apart from anything else, who would dare to eat a monster with four heads?

Xiaoyu shook his head: "No! Someone spread a rumor that the meat of my tribe has the effect of making people happy, and those who eat it can have no worries."

"What's the truth?"

"If you eat our meat, you will become a fool."

Everyone looked at each other, especially the monsters, they seemed to be secretly glad that they didn't say anything.

Next, Song Zuoru was drawn, and she chose to ask Wang a question.

Wang Wei raised her eyes while still slightly drunk. She stood up and tried to sober herself up.

"I want to ask Immortal Mo a question... Why did you agree to help me that day?"

She looked as if she had slightly frowned, her eyes were clear under the surrounding light, like flawless jade.

"That day, Huo Feng and I went to his hometown, Huo's Village in Qingluo Town under Qingyu City... I knew he wanted to persuade me, but he never said it directly."

Everyone listened quietly, and Huo Feng didn't expect that the answer was related to himself.

"…We were talking about his family before he ascended, and then we mentioned you."

That day, it rained heavily.

Finally the rain stopped and the two sat under the tree for a while.

Huo Feng said that although he was enlightened by the gods, no one believed that he was the gods. It was very likely that he was a charlatan or a liar.

As the eldest child in the family, how could he embark on such an illusory path? His father strongly disagreed.

Huo Feng once gave up on this matter, but it was his mother who supported him behind the scenes.

The mother naturally believed in her children, especially since she had sent Huo Feng to school to learn how to read and write, she didn't want him to stay here.

Whether she believed in the gods or not, she supported Huo Feng unconditionally.

That day, Huo Feng recounted the events of the past. At the end of his life, he said, "I didn't understand at the time how determined my mother was to tell me so easily that she supported me very much... Zuo Niang was also such a mother."

Wang Wei was a little puzzled: "Why did you mention her?"

"My mother understood that if she supported me in my monastic life, then we would no longer be destined to be together in this life, and the mother-son relationship would be completely severed." Huo Feng revealed the key point, "She had to convince herself to completely forget me. Just like Zuo Niang had to convince herself that her child was still alive, so that she could move on."

"They all have a strong heart that ordinary people don't have, which allows them to give up or seek."

"A strong heart?"

Wang Wei was stunned. All the gains and losses in her first half of life depended on this heart. The key point was that this heart was not her own.

If it is not your own, you will not be able to experience what true strength is.

Huo Feng's words seemed to give her a lot of inspiration. She believed that by observing and understanding Song Zuoru's life, she would have a breakthrough in her cultivation.

"Yes, Master also has it. I saw it myself."

Wang Wei shook his head: "I once made a mistake and took something that didn't belong to me. I will never own it again."

"Master's heart is hidden too deeply. Maybe it's time for it to see the light of day."

Wang Wei recounted the events of that day in general, and Song Zuoru burst into tears, but this was a feeling of being understood.

Several girls gathered around Song Zuoru to comfort her, while Wang Wei took the jar of wine and began to drink unconsciously, making it hard to tell whether she was punishing herself for lying or she just wanted to drink.

Huo Feng took the wine jar over, and Wang Wei glared at him for it.

Then everyone went through several rounds of drawing lots, and most people began to open up as they got drunk, while some chose to drink.

Finally, it was Du Ximiao's turn to ask: "Sister Weiwei, is there someone you love at this table?"

As soon as this question was asked, everyone, whether they were sleepy or drunk, looked at Wang Wei.

Wang Wei's eyes became more blurred due to the alcohol. She supported herself and stood up: "Wha...what?"

"Who is your sweetheart? Tell me the truth!"

Wang Wei swallowed his saliva, put one foot on the stone bench, picked up the jar of wine next to him and drank it all.

The wine flowed down from the lips, across the clearly defined collarbone, and into the collar.

Huo Feng suddenly looked away and took a few sips of wine. His accelerated heartbeat revealed his inner thoughts.

...It's really going too far.

He silently recited the meditation mantra to calm himself, but he made mistakes in every sentence. It was impossible for him to practice now.

Huo Feng stood up and wiped the excess alcohol off her with his sleeve. His fingers trembled slightly and he touched her body intentionally or unintentionally...

He felt that he could only stay in the pond in the yard tonight.

After drinking a jar of wine, no one cares how much is drunk or how much leaks out.

She didn't answer, but the answer also pointed to...

Du Ximiao never said that she had actually supported her teacher many times in expressing her feelings to Wang Wei.

As for what Zhuang Boyan said and did later, she didn't have time to ask.

She only knew that she was in Zhuang Boyan's dream, but she didn't know where it all started.

But Du Ximiao has only one explanation - naturally you have special feelings for her.

However, it feels like it’s a little late.

She turned her head and saw some unclear emotions in Zhuang Boyan's eyes, and then he began to drink silently.

The game ended when someone fell asleep and started snoring, which reminded everyone that it was late and time to go to bed.

Everyone left the mess behind to be cleaned up tomorrow and went back to their own residences to rest.

Although Wang Wei's consciousness was not that fuzzy, he could no longer walk in a straight line. As he walked, he didn't know where his shoes were thrown away.

Huo Feng protected her and helped her find her shoes, but the octagonal lights in the corridor were very dim and it was difficult to see clearly.

As they were walking, Wang Wei suddenly stopped. Huo Feng bumped into him without even looking, but Wang Wei turned around and hugged him.

"I'm sleepy...I can't walk anymore..."

Master, are you... just acting like a spoiled brat?

He immediately picked up Wang Wei and walked quickly towards the west courtyard.

He walked steadily all the way. The night wind blew, and the coolness seemed to brush past him. The effects of his drunkenness had almost subsided.

It is indeed difficult for people who are good at drinking and have a good tolerance for alcohol to "overstep the line" under the influence of alcohol. He placed Wang Wei on the round couch in the middle of the room and prepared to go out.

Suddenly, a gust of wind slipped into the door and blew away the white curtains that were neatly hung on the beams.

The entire room was blocked by countless curtains, making it vague and hazy.

"Where are you going?" A cold voice came from the couch.

Huo Feng was shocked. He was about to go take a bath in the pond. Could it be that he was discovered?

He turned around somewhat guiltily, only to see Wang Wei half-leaning on a jade pillow.

"You didn't even get a chance to ask just now, so I'll give you this chance."

Huo Feng took off his shoes, got on the couch, and walked in front of her.

"I do have a question for Master. I might as well change the way I asked Princess Di's question just now." He squatted down and stared into Wang Wei's eyes.

"Master is pleased with Zhuang Boyan, or should I say Tianzun Junzhao?"

Wang Wei supported himself with his arms and sat up: "What?"

"Do you love Jun Zhao?"

Even Wang Wei didn't expect such a straightforward question.

"I don't love you now." She didn't hesitate.

Huo Feng moved closer. Her pupils were very calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

"It's my turn to ask you." Wang Wei raised the corners of his lips, and Huo Feng nodded and waited.

After a while, Wang Wei sat up from his knees, leaned close to his ear and asked, "Do you want me?"

From somewhere the sound of wind blew open the door that had not been closed tightly, bringing with it the fragrance of algae in the pond and the heat of the summer night, and rushed into the room, lingering around the couch.

The curtain was swinging in the air, making a slight rustling sound.

Huo Feng's heart had never beaten so fast. Many times he thought he was hallucinating. Because he was too eager, he fell into a nightmare or illusion.

His hand unconsciously raised up and stroked Wang Wei's face, and he pinched his leg with his other hand.

It hurts, this is not a dream.

This is not a dream!

Huo Feng did not answer with words, but took action directly.

He tilted his head and kissed her slightly parted red lips, hoping that she would respond to him in a state of confusion and clarity.

When their lips and tongues met, no one could tell whose strength was greater.

Wang Wei fell backwards. Huo Feng put his hand behind her head and slid his fingers along her thick white hair to the back of her neck.

The two seemed to be bound by a force at their waists. When they looked down, they saw some small pendants and accessories they had bought on the street a few days ago.

Wang Wei didn't care about these. The colorful decorations on his clothes were all the work of Huo Feng.

Whether it’s a Taoist couple or a lover’s style, we’ve got them all!

At this moment, these usually insignificant little things are entangled together. At this juncture, who has the time to care about these external things?

Wang Wei and Huo Feng seemed to have a tacit understanding on this matter. The two of them were frantically pulling at it, and the round white jade beads and red agate on it seemed to fall apart, "ding ding dong dong" falling all around.

On the couch, under the couch... many were even carried to the door of the room by the wind.

With a clear and pleasant sound, Huo Feng grasped the bone belt hook around her waist, but the next moment Wang Wei grabbed his hand.

She slowly stood up, leaned close to his ear, and exhaled slightly, "Are you so anxious?"

After saying that, she touched his divine mark with the tip of her tongue. Huo Feng's pupils instantly dilated. If being touched on this mark before was a message of threat, now... it made him feel excited.

He clearly felt the changes in his body. Without caring about anything else, he gently exerted force and hooked his finger, and the bone belt hook flew out.

There was another crisp sound, and then with a "clang", the belt hook on Huo Feng's waist was also seen to be thrown out.

There was a provocative smile in Wang Wei's eyes, which completely ignited the fire in Huo Feng's heart.

The silk gown collided with the curtain unexpectedly, and although the green curtain was wide, it still couldn't catch it, causing several piles of light clothes to fall to the floor. Then the red and white beads were lifted up, rolling in all directions.

The panting sound was accompanied by the sound of the wind at night, and the fire in my heart burned all over the endless fields, even the cool wind was filled with boundless burning.

The two of them were sitting, and had to stick close to each other out of inertia. His kiss was like the drizzle of spring rain falling all over her body, without any obstruction from beginning to end.

He placed one hand on her smooth back and waist, intending to support her body.

With the tip of my nose buried in my heart and chest, I could smell a unique floral scent.

He had never smelled this scent before, but the moment he touched it, he blurted out the name of the flower -

"Tassel flower!"

"Huh...where?" Wang Wei raised his body.

"in your heart."

Huo Feng moved downwards, using some force.

It is as if the leaves have caught a trembling flower from the turbulent wind. The wind blows the leaves, as if coming to pick another flower, and the spring scene is once again in full bloom.

A few low moans flowed out from between her lips, and she felt like she was being held up by a force, so she had to put her hands on his shoulders.

"Tassel Flower... um... how... did I offend you?"

The hand that picks flowers is hot and unbearable, but wherever it passes, there are cool hills and ravines.

He raised his eyes, and his smile deepened.

It left deep marks on her neck and collarbone, roughly following the direction of the jar of wine that had flowed tonight, all the way down.

"In the tassel flower forest... Master, do you have a story to tell?"

Wang Wei was laid flat on the couch, and her half-closed eyes suddenly widened.

I don’t know if it was because of the tassel flower forest or because of the word “Master”.

This respectful expression is so inappropriate now.

Wang Wei refused to answer the question. Her mind was in a mess at the moment. If she said something she shouldn't, there would probably be only one person left walking out of the room tomorrow.

She held Huo Feng's face and kissed him. Then she put her legs around his waist and locked them tightly, preventing him from taking the next step.

"If the atmosphere of tonight is ruined again, I will stop."