The villain's daily corpse collection

Jun Zhao stepped into the west courtyard and saw fallen leaves all over the ground, all signs of having been ravaged by the storm that had lasted all night.

Many branches and leaves were knocked to the ground, and some rolled into the clear pond beside the pavilion. Driven by the wind, they swirled on the water surface, creating ripples.

However, the layout of the courtyard does have a bit of wildness.

The trees are lush and the grass is luxuriant. The pavilion is built by the water, which is unique and elegant. The black tiles on the top are like black dragon scales, which are majestic and solemn but also give people a sense of security.

Jun Zhao carefully searched his memories as Zhuang Boyan and found that he had never set foot in the West Courtyard before. Today was the first time he saw all of this. It was still early today, but the God Clan did not need to sleep, and there were no troublesome rules in the mortal world.

In his heart, he wanted to escape from this mortal body. Ever since he recovered his memory, he always subconsciously raised his hands to make hand seals and cast spells. Fortunately, there was no one around, so he could calmly withdraw his hands without being too embarrassed.

Looking at the fallen branches and leaves on the ground, Jun Zhao really wanted to use magic to sweep them away, but he found that he could not even handle these little things...

He found a red bead on the soil near the grass. It was clear and free of impurities, and it must be agate or something like that.

There is only one, why did it fall here?

Jun Zhao picked up the bead, wiped off the dirt on it, and held it in his hand.

After walking a few more steps, I saw a few white jade beads and red agate beads mixed together.

Jun Zhao was puzzled. These beads were obviously strung together, but now they were scattered everywhere. What happened?

Last night, he thought of everyone chatting and having a great time, and drinking countless glasses of wine.

He remembered that he and Yuan Xiang were supported by each other and returned to the East Courtyard. Then he forced himself to take off his outer robe and lay down on the couch to sleep until Fu Miao and Chonghua came.

Jun Zhao walked up the steps and saw that there was no one in the practice area arranged on the corridor. Moreover, after the storm last night, this place had been affected.

The rain washed the edge of the balcony and even spread to the place where people practiced. If someone was here, with the blessing of the barrier, this place would not be in such a mess.

She is not here, and the disciple she accepted after she descended to the mortal world is not here either...

He followed the scattered beads and finally found some clear directions.

The door to the inner room was wide open, as if it had been blown open by the wind. The candlestick next to the door was in the wrong position and was blown down by the wind, blocking half of the door, while the other half was open... The courtyard was in a mess inside and out, as if it had been robbed.

Jun Zhao carefully stepped over the threshold, picked up the candlestick, and walked into the room.

The room was very spacious. It was made up of two rooms connected together and was more than twice the size of the one they lived in.

Hanging from the beams were thin curtains, blue and white interwoven, elegant and plain. The blue curtain was very short, hanging in mid-air before stopping. The white curtain was more like a silk curtain, making the place seem quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, Jun Zhao heard a short and strange voice, which passed through the curtains of varying lengths and followed the sound.

The red agate bead that he had picked up first fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Jun Zhao saw that on the round couch inside the room, there were two overlapping figures, and from time to time they made some low moans that made people feel as if in a dream.

He stood there in a daze for a moment, until the bright white hair passed through his sight, and he woke up as if from his dream.

Jun Zhao tried to take trembling steps, slowly left the room and returned to his own room.

He could no longer remember how he walked back. He remembered that his footsteps were not light, but he still did not alarm anyone.

Everyone was drunk last night and is still asleep.

He felt that he had woken up at the wrong time, so he stumbled back to the couch.

I closed my eyes, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Jun Zhao knew that he should be rational at this moment and should treat Bo Shangwang rationally - persuade her to go back to heaven with him, or stay and help her achieve her goal before going back.

Whatever it was, he accepted it.

But the waves of emotions were one higher than the other, surging into huge waves and heading towards him.

Is this the body and soul of a mortal?

It was completely different from his feelings as a god and a celestial being.

Emotions and desires were like a torrent that broke down the rock-solid dam that had been built over the years.

In an instant, he felt endless pain. Not only did his body not yet recover, but he also felt more pain in his heart.

Recalling the time when Zhuang Boyan and Wang Wei met, he could sense Wang Wei's slight rejection. But it was so slight that he almost ignored it. If he were a god, he would not notice anything wrong.

Jun Zhao's heart could not calm down for a long time. He looked back on their lives and found that most of the time was overlapping.

From the tassel forest where they first met, to the Sutra Library, and then to their confrontation and split. Even in the end, when they stood at almost the same height, the inevitable conflicts and clashes between the tribes occurred...

No matter how many things happened later, her love or hate was all related to him.

Jun Zhao had already gotten used to it.

They have been opposing each other like this for thousands and tens of thousands of years, and as long as there is no real life-and-death struggle, they will always be like this.

There are irreconcilable contradictions between them, which also serve as an eternal shackle and bond.

Only now did he suddenly realize that he seemed to have thought that everything in the past was very simple, or he only thought so unilaterally.

He thought about it lightly, and then hid it secretly. As for what Wang was thinking, he actually didn't know clearly.

Jun Zhao thought that after five hundred years of living together, he knew her well enough, and even if there was a breakup later, he could understand a little after knowing the whole story.

He never thought that at this moment, there would be another person next to Wang Wei, who seemed completely different from the previous ones.

Jun Zhao didn't notice the difference in Huo Feng, but in Zhuang Boyan's memories, he saw every detail of their daily lives. Wang Wei's attitude had changed a lot, and the way he treated the people around him had also changed a lot.

The only difference is that even though he has restrained himself a lot, he still hates himself.

There was nothing wrong with this, but she gave her love to someone else.

Huo Feng is a familiar name.

I have heard Lord Chonghua mention him several times before. He is a young disciple with ideas.

He ascended from the mortal world, and his scores in the divine exam were good, so he was a good candidate for the exam. He worked seriously and rigorously, had a positive attitude, was hardworking, and obeyed his superiors. He had his own unique insights and ideas, and tried to implement them, but encountered many obstacles and was frustrated... In the end, he died heroically in a battle of Tianshui.

Jun Zhao was well aware of Huo Feng's experience. Although they had never communicated face to face, he was always aware of his existence.

What on earth made him worthy of her attention? A dark voice sounded in Jun Zhao's mind.

Then he immediately stopped himself from thinking this.

He was a member of the heavenly palace under his rule. We were all citizens of heaven, and there was no question of who was worthy or unworthy. He was even a brave warrior and deserved respect.

Although resurrection was an accident, it is a good thing that people are alive.

Jun Zhao didn't dare to think about it any more. He would not have thought about these things in the past. After becoming a mortal, his emotions were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and it was out of control.

In particular, if he closed his eyes, he could see the scene he saw in the West Courtyard today.

Then, only negative emotions were left in my body.

He held his head and curled up on the couch in pain. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly fell asleep.

In his dream, he walked into the restricted area of ​​the Heavenly Sutra Library and saw a girl sitting on the top of the bookshelf holding a book. When the girl saw him enter, she dropped the book and threw herself into his arms.

She said something about missing herself and smiled only to herself.

She said she didn't mind being trapped here, because there were many books to keep her company, and he would come to see her often, so she didn't feel lonely at all.

When she felt annoyed and bored, she would go to the rooftop of the Sutra Repository, where all her past memories were—the forest of tassel flowers and the swing he had made for her with his own hands.

He followed the figure to the rooftop, but the scene suddenly changed.

Wang Wei, wearing a plain dress stained with thick blood, took out a dagger and put it across his neck. Tears and blood were streaming from the corners of her eyes, but she seemed to feel nothing.

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it off for her, but she turned her head away.

"You...are not A Zhao, you are Jun Zhao."

Wang Wei uttered these words with great difficulty, her whole body trembling, as if she had seen something extremely terrible. But she tried her best to force herself to stand firm and hold him with the dagger.

"I'm sorry." Jun Zhao spoke slowly.

Wang Wei's hand trembled and the dagger slipped from her palm. She dodged backwards, but Jun Zhao grabbed her arm.

She was so scared that she curled up in place, curled herself up into a ball, and rejected all of Jun Zhao's actions, but she couldn't break free after all. Jun Zhao held her tightly in his arms, but she could only shrink back, and the excitement of the past was no longer there.

The person she once loved was the brother of her enemy who was determined to kill her.

He is the younger brother of the Supreme Heavenly Lord, Shaozun Junzhao.

From the very beginning when they met, she told him the truth - the person who wanted to kill her was Tianzun, the person who chased her all the way was Tianzun, and the person who made her die tragically countless times was Tianzun!

Jun Zhao clearly knew everything, but he had been with her for five hundred years and never told her once.

She had only hatred in her heart, but he taught her how to love.

In the end, he wiped out this love with his own hands.

How absurd! How ridiculous!

Jun Zhao lay on the couch, tears falling from the corners of his eyes... Wang Wei was afraid of himself at that time.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside.

It rained lightly and was windy last night, but it was sunny today. The water on the paved road dried up into dark marks under the scorching sun.

He looked in front of a bronze mirror, straightened his appearance, and then walked into the courtyard. He heard someone talking, saying that it was hot and they didn't plan to go out, but to have a good rest.

After fetching water to wash his face, he sat in the pavilion. Someone had already brought him food.

Scooping the slightly warm white porridge, Jun Zhao fell into deep thought.

I concealed it at that time, intending to ask my brother for the truth one day and then explain it. But my brother avoided talking about it, saying that some secrets can only be known by the Heavenly Lord, and when he becomes the Heavenly Lord, he will know everything.

He planned to explain it after he became the Heavenly Lord, but things took a sudden turn. The Water Tribe tore up the treaty and took her back, and the thread between the two was severed.

Later, some news came that the little princess of the water tribe looked down on the young master, which really boosted the morale of the water tribe. He learned about it and let the news spread freely. It was indeed his fault. Now his explanation is only pale.

If they had made it clear when they first met, would their outcome have been the same?

Nothing can resist the torrent of fate. Now that he has embarked on this path, he can only continue on.

Now everything is clear and there are no new misunderstandings. If he explains everything that happened back then, is there still a chance?

Just take another gamble with the few decades of my mortal body?

Last night, before Chonghua left, he also told him about his love tribulation.

In fact, he should have crossed it when he had no memories, but due to special circumstances, he could have crossed it after recovering, but the test would have been more difficult.

Jun Zhao doesn’t care about difficulty or ease, he only cares about the specific person and with whom.

He knew that on a personal level of love, he would never fall in love with anyone else except her.

Anyway, I can't go back for a while, so completing these two things doesn't seem to conflict with each other.

He had a plan in mind, so he went to the front yard, intending to act according to circumstances.

But after looking around, everyone came out and started to clean up the mess from last night. But the two people from the West Courtyard had not shown up yet, so he went to ask Hun Dun first.

Chaos shrugged, "How should I know? Now my junior fellow apprentice has become more powerful and won't even let me into the yard! And the master is backing him up, hehe."

Jun Zhao had a blank expression on his face, but he was actually a little confused inside.

Wang Wei never drank alcohol before, but now that he has drunk so much, he starts to think about the bad side.

Is there a possibility that everything that happened last night was the result of alcohol?

——There is not much sincerity at all.

He couldn't help himself and planned to go to the West Courtyard again.

But Wang Wei and Huo Feng came out side by side and joined the cleaning team.

When he came, Huo Feng's hand was still on her waist, but there was no rejection on Wang Wei's face. She even occasionally turned her head to say a few words to Huo Feng. Jun Zhao saw it very clearly from the side.

Originally, he was the first person who knew her and understood her, but now he has been surpassed by the younger generation, and the complicated emotions in his heart are stirring again.

After last night, Wang Wei realized that his spiritual power was indeed growing. In the turquoise spiritual power, there was a touch of vibrant bamboo green, a color of life.

Although her strength has not yet recovered, her spiritual power is recovering quickly, so she doesn't care too much about what happened last night.

She seldom understood what exhaustion was, but Huo Feng made her experience it deeply last night.

For the whole night, from a drizzle to a heavy rain, and then the rain stopped, but they didn't stop.

Although the divine body was originally strong enough to not be unable to stand up, she did feel a slight tremor when she walked, so much so that Huo Feng had to support her just now.

Jun Zhao saw that the two of them were doing different things separately, and he had finished his part, so he planned to say a few words to Wang Wei.

The nature of what he wanted to say yesterday and what he wanted to say today have completely changed. Jun Zhao's own characteristics almost overshadowed Zhuang Boyan. Fortunately, some of their temperaments are similar and will not be easily noticed.

"Mo Wei, let me help you."

Jun Zhao walked towards Wang Wei, who was only half a corridor away, and his heart was pounding.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him: "Brother Zhuang drank a lot last night, go back and rest early, Master is here with me."

Huo Feng suddenly appeared from somewhere, blocking his way to Wang Wei and even blocking most of his sight.

"I'm not tired, I can--"

"I've already said I'm not tired anymore, why are you so nosy, Huo Feng?" Wang Wei's voice came from behind.

She walked slowly towards him, her snow-white hair eye-catching, but the various spots on her neck and arms could not be ignored.

Jun Zhao subconsciously held his breath, blocking out all the chaos and distractions from the outside world, and quietly watched her walk towards him.

"I'm not tired, I can help you," he repeated.

Wang Wei showed a puzzled expression and looked at Huo Feng, who also shook his head.

Zhuang Boyan arrived late. The master belonged to him alone. No one else would have a chance, he thought secretly in his heart.

"…If you're not tired, then do more work."

It was really strange to be stared at, so Wang Wei replied without thinking.

"Okay." Jun Zhao nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and started tidying up the yard again, seeming very motivated.

What is this about? Wang Wei feels that he is confused.

She had finished her work and just wanted to go back and do nothing.

Huo Feng hugged her gently from behind and whispered in her ear, "Master, let me carry you back. It was my fault last night. I didn't hear you call to stop. Master is magnanimous and will not blame me, right?"

Wang Wei tilted his head and sneered: "Oh, you heard it now? Is your hearing delayed for too long?"

"Disciple swears, this will never happen again next time!" He stretched out his hand and swore.

"You've planned for next time, right?"

“Master—” Huo Feng walked around to Wang Wei, his voice soft and gentle as if he was still circling, “I left home when I was young, and I have no relatives. Now I have been resurrected, and I only have Master by my side—”

"… We'll talk about the future later."

After returning to the West Courtyard, Wang Wei continued to study the box, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Huo Feng, who was sitting next to him, was still in a trance, but when he occasionally looked at him, the smile on his lips reached his ears.