The villain's daily corpse collection

The curtains swayed in the untouchable void, and the flickering wind had already extinguished the candles in the room.

It started to drizzle outside the window without any warning. Perhaps it was because the constraints of the divine law had been lifted and the rain could not be controlled at any time.

The sound of rain sweeps the fragrance of the earth, refreshing and intoxicating, making people lose their way home.

Huo Feng rubbed it with his bony hands, but because he was not familiar with the movements, he left marks of varying depths.

Of course, there is also the possibility that this was intentional.

I hope you don’t have time to pay attention to these little thoughts hidden in the night.

For her, everything can't be explained by just "love comes from nowhere, but it's so deep and lasting."

Maybe, maybe quite a few.

But there's something more to this evening than just an occasional indulgence.

Double repair.

I have to admit that this is also a good time to recover spiritual power. The water and wood spiritual power attributes of the two are not mutually exclusive, and combined together they can complement each other.

Huo Feng never mentioned the matter of Liusuhua again. How could he spoil the fun at this time?

With his waist no longer restrained, Wang Wei leaned back unconsciously with all his strength. His fingers sank into her snow-white hair, ran down her cheek, and stroked her lips.

There was a sound of trickling rain outside the window, and many tiny sounds were hidden in the shark silk tent and the curtain.

Wang turned over and the two switched positions. Huo Feng looked up at her and moved his body slightly, allowing her to land safely in his arms.

Huo Feng was much stronger than one would imagine. He seemed to be a well-behaved disciple who relied on his master on weekdays. Although he had tall shoulders, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, she still felt that he was easy to bully.

But today, Wang Wei's preconceived impression of him was broken.

He lifted her body with one hand, brought her off the couch, and pressed her against the wall behind her.

The wall was covered with silky satin, and her body had no support, but she couldn't stop sliding down. This was exactly what he wanted, and she fell into his trap.

"Ah You……"

Wang Wei didn't expect him to do this. He could only try his best to regulate his deep breathing, but he couldn't control the intermittent crackling sounds in his throat.

Huo Feng groaned for a while. He felt the man leaning against him tightly, hugging his neck tightly, and it was inconvenient for him to move an inch.

Wang Wei freed one hand and reached behind him, but it was difficult to grasp the silky satin in his hand.

Not only was my body unstable, but I also felt tremors deep in my bones.

She is a rather insensitive person, having experienced the vicissitudes of life for a long time, and due to her natural disposition, she generally does not feel much about these desires.

But tonight, it was too much.

She climbed up the wall barefoot, with her hands on his shoulders, intending to move upwards, leaving some space between them and a chance to breathe.

"Master, are you not feeling well? Are you... hiding?" Huo Feng looked up at her and asked seriously.

"No!" she replied immediately, then pursed her lips and shook her head.

"If you want to stop, tell me."

Wang Wei nodded repeatedly, then accidentally slipped and fell to the bottom of the valley.

"Ah uh..."

The feeling that spread throughout her body was like a shiver deep in her soul. Huo Feng let out a deep moan, leaving countless bite marks on her body.

There is no technique, only passionate emotions that are enough to burn the whole body.

"…Are you born in the year of the dog?"

Wang Wei's hands sunk into his black hair, and she hugged Huo Feng's neck tightly. Huo Feng suddenly raised his eyes and stared at her with a pair of wet black pupils.

"..."

Wang Wei couldn't help but touch his face, "So what do you say you are?"

"Well, I am a good disciple of the master..."

The spiritual power was looming around the two of them, intertwining and entwining with each other. The spiritual power was constantly expanding and growing, full of vitality and vigor.

The drizzle outside the window gradually became heavier, and there were even lightning and thunder, and torrential rain descended hysterically on the earth.

A flash of lightning split the sky, and the Supreme God Fu Miao and the Supreme God Chong Hua appeared in the clouds above Minxiang Street.

The two of them used a barrier to block the heavy rain outside. Supreme God Fu Mu rolled his eyes and said, "Is this rain endless? Do you like to show off so much?"

Chonghua Divine Master smiled and said, "It could also be that Heaven is thinking that we should make up for the loss we suffered in this world before."

Supreme God Fu Miao explored the surroundings with his divine sense: "It has been raining every day recently, interfering with my investigation. Can't you help me a little?"

The God Chonghua started to play dumb, stretched out the plants on his body and began to water them, as if he was not listening to what the God Fumu said at all.

Supreme God Fu Miao: “…”

"There were rumors before that Chonghua Divine Master was a spy planted by the Devil in the Heavenly Palace. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems..."

"God! Don't say such things carelessly. Have I ever done anything to let down the Heavenly Palace?" Lord Chonghua touched the petals of the big flower behind him.

"It was Fu Miao who made a mistake."

"It's okay, it's okay. I am indeed familiar with her. However, in the entire Nine Heavens, who am I not familiar with?" The God Chonghua laughed loudly towards the sky.

"Finally found."

Goddess Fumu had no expression on her face and her voice was flat, she was always like this. However, when she thought that she was just one step away from her enemy and that her mission on this trip did not allow her to confront him face to face, she became even more expressionless.

Chonghua Divine Master sensed her emotions and could only pat her on the shoulder and console her, "The war was started by the First Heaven. If we are to talk about responsibility, both sides cannot escape the blame."

"The God likes to play the role of a peacemaker. I don't care. However, I will not break my promise."

Fu Miao moved his lips, "God of Chonghua, you can act crazy and stupid if you like, but don't treat others as fools. You took me around here for several times in the past few days, and notified the water tribe to rain, interfering with my spiritual perception, isn't it just to delay time?"

Chonghua Divine Master was not angry that she had exposed him. "Fumu, if your obsession is still so deep, you will soon become a fallen god. I am helping you and don't want to see any more meaningless fighting between the heavens. What's more, what I said is the truth. The war back then-"

"I don't want to listen." Supreme God Fu Miao interrupted, "You are biased towards her, there is no point in telling you!"

After saying that, she quickly locked onto Wushe among the many houses and flew away.

Chonghua Divine Master shook his head: "Debt, sin..."

The Supreme God Fumu landed precisely in the courtyard of Wushe, and a ray of light appeared in the void. The light seemed to have a direction, and she followed it and walked towards the courtyard in the east.

There was a golden light flashing in her hands like lightning, and there was also thunder and lightning in the sky and heavy rain.

Following the inspiration, she walked towards Zhuang Boyan's room step by step.

Using divine power to push open the door, Zhuang Boyan was sleeping soundly on the couch. Under the strong influence of alcohol, he slept very well tonight and didn't even have any dreams.

When the Supreme God Fu Miao stepped into the door, the huge sound of wind and rain did not wake Zhuang Boyan up. He just frowned slightly, turned over and continued to sleep, but it was not so peaceful.

She continued to walk inside and stopped in front of Zhuang Boyan's couch.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces, Fu Miao always felt a little strange. Seeing that his former boss had now become a mortal, how could he bear it even if he was given the memories of the Heavenly Lord?

Does this method really work?

Fu Miao frowned and hesitated to move forward. Could the words of Lord Chonghua really be trusted?

She was so confused that she actually agreed to that crooked-butt Chonghua!

A flash of lightning condensed in Fu Miao's hand. Looking at Zhuang Boyan who was tossing and turning, she was not sure whether to use the lightning method they had agreed on to help him restore Tianzun's memory.

Restoring memory is important in itself for Tiangong.

As long as he recovers, even though he has no divine power, ideologically, he has already reached the status of Heavenly Lord. Naturally, he will be able to plan for the Heavenly Palace and will not let the gods be constrained by the devil and Chen Zhongtian.

With her strength, she shouldn't be able to hurt Your Majesty...

She only paused for a moment, and seeing that the God Chonghua was coming late behind her, she did not hesitate and directly hit Zhuang Boyan with the golden spiritual power.

Zhuang Boyan sat up directly from the couch, and Fu Miao flew forward and used the power of thunder and lightning to touch the major acupoints on his body.

The golden light broke through the air and scattered, rushing into the sky.

Looking at Zhuang Boyan, golden patterns appeared around him and light continuously poured into his limbs and bones.

The expression on his face was ever-changing. Sometimes he was happy, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, sometimes frightened...

His body was shaking constantly and he let out a painful growl from his throat.

The God Chonghua was guarding her beside her, and the God Fumiao glanced at her but ultimately did not stop her.

The collision and coordination of the two forces did not allow the surging divine power to directly tear apart the mortal Zhuang Boyan's body. Instead, it finally stabilized the divine power, like a moment of calm after a stormy sea.

Although it would be better if Zhuang Boyan died, as it would actually be very time-consuming to carry on with this mortal body, he should not and could not die at the hands of the gods in the Heavenly Palace.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Zhuang Boyan, or Jun Zhao, raised his eyes slightly.

There was still a golden light in his eyes, and his long hair was loose. In the wind and rain, his aura suddenly changed.

He used to be a minister, and from birth to today, he has been a mortal. Before meeting Wang Wei, he had never seen ghosts or gods, and had no experience of escaping from the mundane world.

Once the thunder technique was broken, thousands of years of memories instantly flooded into this mortal body.

The power of memory is so great that it instantly refreshed his inner self.

The condition of this body has not yet recovered. Although it is jointly controlled by Supreme God Fumiao and Supreme God Chonghua, it still feels the pain of being torn apart.

Jun Zhao tried to regulate his breathing using the old methods, but he was unable to raise his energy at all.

“Your Majesty…” Supreme God Fu Miao spoke, “You are a mortal now, and you can’t practice as you did before.”

Jun Zhao paused for a moment, coughed a few times before speaking, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

"We are here to help you recover your memory." Chonghua Divine Master smiled, "Your Aunt Fei Ling is here to help you. How is your health now?"

“…Not bad.”

Jun Zhao looked solemn, as if he had remembered his original mission and the blunder that happened before he came to the lower world.

As for who made the mistake that day, Jun Zhao himself had no idea.

But now that things have come to this, he doesn't want to pursue responsibility.

When he woke up, he not only had Jun Zhaoyuan's memory of thousands of years, but also the memory of the mortal Zhuang Boyan for twenty-seven or twenty-eight years.

Jun Zhao quickly digested the matter. He looked at the two of them and said slowly, "My life span has not yet ended. I was awakened by you in advance, which is against the rules. However, for the sake of the mission, if there is any loss later, I will bear it alone."

"Your Majesty, I am sorry for being rude!" Fu Miao knelt on one knee, his eyes revealing some anger, and glanced at the Divine Lord Chonghua.

Chonghua Divine Master pinched his fingers and shrugged, looking nonchalant: "It's a good thing to go down to the mortal world more often to gain experience. It's all fate... Fu Miao, you should also go down to the mortal world more often. You're in the Thunder Department prison all day, the Thunder Punishment God, and your spirit is not very good."

Fu Miao did not reply, but just stared at Jun Zhao, waiting for his instructions.

Jun Zhao said, "I must complete this journey. Don't let too many people know that I have recovered my memory. Disclosing the secret will bring disaster. Now, Wang Wei has also changed during this trip to the mortal world. I have seen it all... When the time is right, I will bring her back to the heaven."

Fu Miao frowned: "But, the heaven is also waiting for you to take charge of the situation? There is another way..."

"What?" Jun Zhao and Chonghua Divine Lord both looked at Fu Miao.

"This is extremely treasonous... that is... that is, you kill yourself." Fu Miao said hesitantly, "As long as you die, you can directly become a god and return to the throne of god!"

Jun Zhao shook his head and said, "Absolutely not! Zhuang Boyan's fate is not destined to end. If I take the lead in forcibly changing his fate, then wouldn't the Siming Palace in the sky become a huge joke?"

He stood up and put on the robe on the rack.

"You guys go back. I'll take care of the affairs of the mortal world. With me here, what do you have to worry about?"

Jun Zhao looked at Fu Miao, "I know you have a grudge against her. It won't be too late for you to look for her when you return to heaven. However, I was more at fault in that battle. I sent people to search for your mother's whereabouts. Before I descended to the mortal world this time, I already had some news, but I haven't had time to communicate with you yet."

Fu Miao stood up, his eyes filled with mixed emotions, expectant yet hesitant.

"Your mother is somewhere in the mortal world. To find out the exact location, go back to the heavens and go directly to Emperor Fusang, Donghua. He will give you some clues."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." She bowed to express her gratitude.

Chonghua Divine Master still looked indifferent: "Just be a good person and don't worry about our affairs. I'll help you when I get back. The four emperors held a meeting last time. With them here, the Heavenly Palace will not collapse, don't worry!"

"Of course I trust all the senior gods and emperors. You should go before daybreak and don't let anyone see you."

Fu Miao and Chonghua Divine Master did not stay long, and said goodbye and returned to heaven.

Jun Zhao's sleepiness was interrupted. Seeing that everyone had left, he couldn't fall asleep.

The sky in the east was turning pale, and the rain outside had turned into a drizzle.

He thought of his dreams, which were both memories and the key to guiding him to wake up successfully.

It was almost dawn, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​going to see how Wang Wei's meditation was going.

He held up an umbrella and walked towards the west yard.