The villain's daily corpse collection

The summer days in Qingyu are very long, and even with the rainy days, the place is still hot and dry like a circling Bifang.

There are also many places where floods have occurred due to dryness, and abnormal weather has become commonplace for the people.

After all, it had rained only on the birthdays of the Three Officials Emperors for so many years, and now it had suddenly returned to normal, so we could only attribute it to a gift from heaven. Just like the hot weather, it might be that heaven was angry.

Although Wang Wei's divine body would not be affected as much as that of mortals, the parts of the divine body that were not found were still impacted by the heat.

There are four parts left: eyes, ears, abdomen and thighs.

The body occupied a large area, and she no longer felt cold, but instead felt - hot.

Just like boiling water in a pot.

Fortunately, she didn't feel it too much.

It's not unbearably hot and humid here. As long as you stay in the shade, you can occasionally feel the breeze.

When Huo Feng was by her side, he accidentally touched her body and felt it was burning hot. Thinking she was sick, he immediately took her pulse.

After finally finding that everything was normal, Wang Wei had to make up a reasonable explanation:

She is the goddess of water, and her essence is water. When the weather is hot, she will naturally change according to external factors.

The essence of fart.

Fortunately, Huo Feng was tricked.

Later, he didn't ask any more questions about it.

But he didn't seem to mind the heat and remained very close to her.

Wang Wei didn't care. She was still trying to dismantle the box violently. If she didn't listen to the reminder, she would have to bear the consequences if she was accidentally injured.

"Master, when are you going to set out to look for the key?"

"If you really have to get the key, do it later." Wang Wei sighed.

"Master, what's wrong? I feel like you are worried. Is it still about the previous incident? You didn't say anything, and I was worried..." Huo Feng asked.

"Stop asking."

Wang Wei patted his face gently, stood up, and paced back and forth on the corridor.

Huo Feng also stood up and stood beside her.

Du Ximiao, Zhuang Boyan and their group came to the west courtyard and brought some fruits.

"Sister Weiwei, Xiao Huo, take a break and eat some fruit."

The name Xiao Huo was finally decided upon after Du Ximiao had searched for a long time. She had originally followed Wang Wei in calling him that. Wang Wei always jokingly called him "Lord Xiao Huo". Du Ximiao only learned the first two characters - because the latter two characters were a secret that could not be disclosed at will.

However, Huo Feng didn't care about these names. They were just code names and anyone could call them whatever they wanted.

Everyone worked together to place the fruits and the table on the table in the pavilion, and Yuan Xiang took a knife and started cutting the watermelon.

His hands were very quick, and with one pull, the watermelon was split in half from the middle. The cut surface was smooth, and even the black seeds were cut in half.

The thick green skin suddenly opens, revealing the bright red heart. After being cut open, the fragrance spreads, instantly dispelling the heat waves hidden in the void.

He cut the melon into small pieces and placed them on the plate. Everyone took a piece and started eating.

"Where are A Diao and the others?" Huo Feng asked.

During the day, Niyun went to help Song Zuoru, so everyone else had free time today.

"I gave them a few whole melons. They said they like to chew them directly and don't like the way we mortals do it." Du Ximiao explained vaguely while biting the melon.

Wang Wei didn't eat it. Instead, he asked Yuan Xiang for a knife to cut the melon and gestured in the air.

"Mo Wei, don't you want to eat melons?" Jun Zhao looked at her actions and decided to show some concern.

Wang Wei paused for a moment, then suddenly stabbed the knife into the stone table. Then the table cracked into several thin grooves. If you didn't look closely, you could only see the interconnected patterns.

"I've thought it through!" Wang Wei stood up and prepared to go to the spacious yard at the back.

"what happened?"

"Where are you going, Master?"

"Eat some melon first!"

Wang Wei waved his hand towards them and said, "I'm going to practice with my sword. Enjoy yourselves."

As she spoke, she cast a spell, and the melon on the table began to cool down, as if it had just been taken out of an ice cellar.

"Practicing swordsmanship? How sudden, but sister Weiwei is invincible!" Du Ximiao took the lead and shouted.

Huo Feng dropped the melon rind and went to the backyard.

Zhuang Boyan saw Jun Zhao's soul and immediately called him.

"She needs her own space to practice swordplay, so why would Lord Huo go?"

Huo Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows after hearing this. His choice of words was much more extroverted than before.

He turned around and said, "Practicing with the sword also requires a sparring partner. Even if there is no need for a sparring partner, I can still watch from the side... My master has become a master and is still learning. How can I, as an apprentice, slack off?"

Jun Zhao was speechless. What Huo Feng said did make sense, but he was a mortal in this life, so what was there to worry about?

Jun Zhao stood up and said, "In that case, I would like to go and watch as well. Maybe I can learn a few moves to defend myself."

"...Please do as you wish." Huo Feng turned his back. He was not qualified to make such a decision for others, so he could only let him do it.

The two men walked towards the open space in the backyard one after the other. Du Ximiao ate a melon and spit out the seeds. He said blankly, "I feel something is wrong. Yuan Xiang, try it."

Yuan Xiang put down a piece of melon rind and said, "When you were away the past two days, they started to argue. Although they all seemed calm... But I don't understand, when did Brother Zhuang have such special thoughts about... Immortal Mo?"

Du Ximiao groaned twice, seeming to be very proud of his prediction: "In fact, I have felt it for a long time. When you meet a very amazing person, fate has already begun. Curiosity about that person will arise, and feelings will follow. Slowly get to know each other, step by step, and after experiencing the ups and downs, sooner or later, deeper feelings will arise."

Yuan Xiang's eyes widened in surprise: "I didn't expect Your Highness to understand matters of the heart so well? You've never mentioned it before."

"Whether you understand or not, after living for so many years and seeing the people around me being like this, you will naturally understand. Although I have not experienced it, this is the truth." Du Ximiao affirmed his judgment.

"Then...what about His Highness?" Yuan Xiang pursed his lips and asked slowly.

Du Ximiao raised his hand and touched Yuan Xiang's forehead: "It's broad daylight, and there's no fever, why do you ask such a question?"

Yuan Xiang didn't understand, he frowned slightly. The distance between them was enough for him to see Du Ximiao's eyes clearly.

Her eyes were bright like burning flames, her face was as delicate as flowers blooming on a cliff, and her smile was full of ambition and desire.

"I'm talking too much."

"No, everyone will face this problem, and I am no exception. Brother Yuan Xiang," she called softly, "the most important thing now is to plan for the future, our future, the future of Yangdu."

She paused and said, "The former comes only after the latter, doesn't it?" Then she smiled, picked up the last piece of melon on the table, and broke it into two halves.

"With me and you, we have everything." Du Ximiao handed the melon over and pretended to clink glasses.

Yuan Xiang bowed and said: "As long as I am alive, you will always be safe. I will protect you for the rest of my life."

"How can it be so exaggerated?" Du Ximiao patted his hands, "You are my brother, I will always believe in you - because I know that you exist for me, and I secretly hope that it will always be so."

She raised the corners of her lips, "But, I shouldn't do this. You have your own life. If one day you feel bored and want to leave, I will let you go."

Yuan Xiang was stunned. He didn't understand what these words meant.

"During this period, I have reached a private cooperation with several major families and secretly trained a group of assassins. I must be ready at any time. Even if no one will target me now."

Although Yuan Xiang was always by his side on every trip, all the secret meetings were held in a secret room. No one brought guards or confidants, so Yuan Xiang naturally couldn't go in. No one knew what they talked about.

"Have you started preparing? Have you thought it through?"

"Of course I have thought about it. Wu Lian's words inspired me. There are some things that I still need to hold in my own hands before I can feel truly at ease."

Du Ximiao pulled the knife from the table with force and played with it carefully in his hands.

"Brother Yuan Xiang, maybe I am still soft-hearted. After all, you are my family. I can't let you be a dead soldier. I also need more people to work for me."

"What...exactly do you want to do?" Yuan Xiang lowered his eyes, and for a moment he felt that he couldn't understand Du Ximiao.

"Me? I am accumulating power now. No matter what I will do in the future, this is necessary."

Du Ximiao narrowed his eyes, "Of course I won't do anything rebellious. Everything I do is for Yangdu. I hope the country I live in is a good country."

"Your Highness, if you say one word, I, Yuan Xiang, will go through fire and water without hesitation!" Yuan Xiang expressed his attitude.

"you should not……"

"No, your highness and I share the same idea. I also hope that Yangdu will become better, so that... so many people won't die."

Du Ximiao let out a long sigh and nodded: "Okay, you will be part of this great ideal."

The two of them touched the melon rind that had been gnawed until all the red flesh was gone, and reached a very important agreement.

At the same time, in the backyard.

Wang Wei recalled the sword techniques he had seen in the Sutra Repository in the past and began to practice by imitating them.

She pulled out the slender and sharp knife from her white whisk. It was the one that the old woman who sold knives on credit had forced upon her.

The blade is very narrow and the edge is shiny, as if it is cutting iron silently.

A mosquito flew by, and Wang Wei threw the knife. The thin blade cut the air and split the body of the flying insect in two.

However, the knife was not contained by her spiritual power and rushed straight towards the entrance of the courtyard.

The knife flew towards Jun Zhao, and Huo Feng wanted to summon his sword to stop it.

But the knife was so powerful and so fast that he had no time to think. At the critical moment, he raised his hand and caught the knife.

The tip of the knife stopped in front of Jun Zhao's eyes. Huo Feng's palm was cut horizontally by the sharp blade. Blood gushed out and slowly dripped from the palm to the ground.

With a "clang", the knife fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Wang Wei was chasing the knife and looking in the direction of the sound. She didn't expect Huo Feng and Zhuang Boyan to come here.

She frowned at first: "Didn't I tell you not to worry about me?"

"Master, I insisted on coming here. I wanted to be your sparring partner, or... to help you fan."

"What about you?" Wang Wei looked at Jun Zhao.

"I also want to learn some sword skills from Mo Wei. After all, I am just an ordinary person and I am powerless when facing many troubles."

Jun Zhao looked at Huo Feng's hands, which were deliberately behind his back and still bleeding. He was about to say something but was interrupted.

"What are you hiding?"

Wang Wei stepped forward and grabbed Huo Feng's bleeding wrist and pulled him in front of him. But Huo Feng's whole body was resisting this, and he looked reluctant.

Wang Wei was not blind, nor had she lost her sense of smell. She could see that her knife was stained with blood, and she could smell the blood in the air.

Blood flowed down Huo Feng's pale palm and onto Wang Wei's hand that was holding him.

"Why don't you get out of the way?"

"This is my fault." Jun Zhao stood up, "The knife was flying towards me just now, and it was Little Lord Huo who blocked it for me, otherwise I might have died."

Although, in his heart, it was not impossible for him to die in her hands in the end.

"Human life is at stake. Anyone who encounters this situation will do the same."

Turning his head, Huo Feng hissed, faced Wang Wei, lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "Master..."

Wang Wei was using his spiritual power to clean and heal his wounds, so he casually looked up at him.

Huo Feng's black pupils were shining and seemed a little wet, like a small animal caught in a hunter's trap, eagerly waiting to be redeemed.

It might be a reaction to physical pain, but the more I watched, the more I felt that he had suffered a great injustice.

Wang Wei's expression relaxed. She touched his hair with her other hand, pretending to comfort him: "It will be better soon. Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." The short and slightly hoarse words came out.

A water-colored light appeared in Wang Wei's hand. The light was gentle and powerful, gently wrapping Huo Feng's palm.

Jun Zhao at the side didn't understand why the painting style suddenly changed...

This method of healing is indeed painless, it just requires the consumption of more spiritual energy.

She is so generous now?

He moved to the side and saw Huo Feng's pitiful expression.

Jun Zhao: “…”

He has lived for thousands of years, but now he finds it difficult to find words to describe his feelings.

Jun Zhao wanted to speak out loudly in his heart: "Bo Shangwangwei, I have known you for so many years, but I never knew you liked this? Or -"

"Do you see yourself in him? Were you so pitiful in the past that you could gain the love and compassion of your people and... me?"

Seeing Wang Wei trying seriously to comfort Huo Feng, he couldn't help but feel envious and jealous.

Whenever I accidentally cut my hand, she would be very concerned, and she would call me first when I was hurt... all this trust has completely disappeared like smoke.

He was almost beginning to doubt whether those five hundred years had really existed.

After the healing was completed, Huo Feng looked at Wang Wei with admiration: "Master, your healing skills are so powerful. I just felt like I was bathed in spring breeze without any pain! When I helped Master heal his injuries before, I was just showing off my skills in front of an expert."

Wang Wei shook his head: "No, I won't compete with you in this regard. My self-healing ability used to be the strongest, but it's not very useful now. But it's absolutely no problem for me to help you heal such a minor injury."

Huo Feng took Wang Wei's hand and helped her wipe her fingers that were stained with his blood. Wang Wei naturally let him do it.

"Mr. Zhuang, given your physical condition, you should hire a few more personal guards to protect you. If you take action on your own, you might hurt others and yourself, which is not worth the loss."

I think these words are indeed sarcastic.

After all, the origin of the knife was unknown. If it wasn't treated in time and a big mess happened later, she wouldn't know how it would end.

"Master, don't say that. Brother Zhuang also wants to learn more. He usually keeps to himself. It's better to rely on himself than on others."

This statement sounds reasonable at first, but Jun Zhao thinks about it carefully and feels that something is not right. What does it mean to be a loner?

"As for the mortal's skills, go find Yuan Xiang. He is quite capable. Let him teach you a few moves. Isn't it better than risking your life here with me?"

Wang Wei ordered him to leave, and Jun Zhao did not try to keep him, so he said goodbye and returned to the yard.

Come to think of it, her relationship with Huo Feng has reached... that point.

Although he knew very well that Wang Wei never gave any status to the people around him, it was also because of this that he wanted to make up for his regret in the mortal world.

But since he didn't reveal his identity, he had no chance to talk about what happened back then.

I must find a suitable time to make everything clear, Jun Zhao thought to himself.