The villain's daily corpse collection

When Wang Wei opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on his back on a thick, soft couch.

Her back felt cold from being exposed to the sun, as if someone was healing her back. The spiritual energy was as gentle as a trickle of water, and the place where it spread made her feel relaxed and at ease unexpectedly.

As for other parts, the pain is still like steaming, boiling or cooking. It is no more than the knife mountain and oil pot of hell.

The Crescent Moon Axe almost pierced her through, but her back was so severely wounded that it was riddled with holes, a horrible sight.

The cut on the neck and the external scars have been bandaged, but the new wound on the back is the most difficult to deal with. In addition to repairing the skin and bones, the spleen inside also needs to be healed one by one.

Other parts of his body were covered with bruises, most of which were on the skin and flesh. It was a blessing in disguise that there were no root breaks.

Her spiritual power was replenished a little, and it also provided support for her body's blood-forming function, so she was no longer as dizzy as before.

Just now?

What time is it now?

The pain was like the ebb and flow of the tide, continuously attacking her mind and connecting to her torso. She couldn't sleep anyway, she urgently needed to communicate with someone.

"Huo Feng...what time is it now? How long have I slept?" Her voice was a little hoarse, and she could only speak in a low voice using her breath to help her speak.

"You have been unconscious for more than nine days. It is now approximately 7am."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from above, and Wang Wei was stunned at first.

Suddenly, she realized that it was not Huo Feng's voice!

Wang Wei's pupils shrank. She wanted to sit up but found that she could not move, as if she was bound by some powerful spiritual power.

Her throat was not able to make a loud roar or roar, so she could only forcefully activate her spiritual power to transmit sound.

"Huo Feng, where are you? Come here quickly!"

"Don't use spiritual power anymore, the wound is torn." The voice from above the head came again.

The next moment, there was the sound of the door being opened and closed.

"Master, are you awake? How are you now? Are you feeling better?" Huo Feng's voice was full of anxiety, but it paused a little further away.

"Why don't you come over?" Wang Wei was puzzled. The person had entered the door but did not come to him.

"...Uncle, uh, Master is healing your wounds. He doesn't let us get close, for fear of bumping into you."

"Come here!" Wang Wei said in a voice transmission.

But now everyone can hear this voice transmission. Her throat was swollen and she couldn't speak normally for the time being. She could only shut her mouth and speak with the help of spiritual power.

Huo Feng hesitated and paused before slowly approaching. He sat on the couch and saw Wang Wei's fingers slightly bent, so he stepped forward and held her hand.

The voice above his head coughed lightly a few times. Huo Feng hesitated, but was seen shaking his hand instead.

Wang Wei already knew who the visitor was—it was her biological father, the Father God, who had been missing for more than a thousand years and rarely cared about her.

Wang Wei guessed it when he used the spiritual power of the water tribe to heal her wounds.

That night, Wang Wei only saw the back.

It was a nightmare-like figure, a nightmare that lingered in her heart - she mistook him for her father Bo Shangmiao's younger brother, Bo Shanghuan, the man who had deceived her and imprisoned her for nearly a hundred years.

The brothers looked alike, and even quite similar in appearance. In a hurry that day, she accidentally made a mistake, and her mind was in a mess because of the old memories. She felt numb all over, and her blood rushed to her heart, and finally fainted.

Otherwise, given her physical condition and behavior, she would never put herself in danger while unconscious.

"Xiaowei, don't move. Your internal injuries are serious, and many of them have not healed. The healing needs to be done layer by layer, without any mistakes or omissions." Bo Shangmiao's voice was friendly and elegant, but his aura revealed a firmness that could not be questioned.

After hearing this title, Wang Wei snorted twice and did not respond.

He not only said this to Wang Wei, but also to Huo Feng who was standing beside him.

The appearance of Bo Shangmiao that day persuaded Zi Sangkui to leave, or perhaps Zi Sangkui calmed down and chose to leave on his own.

Anyway, I hope you are not unhappy about this.

She fought desperately for a long time and almost had the chance to find out who was more powerful, herself who possessed half the power of a demon god, or Zi Sangkui who was in his prime.

As a result, such a father appeared halfway through, and made her faint without doing anything. Now, she had to accept his treatment, and she was furious just thinking about it.

"Don't be angry, the wound--" he simply reminded.

Now, Wang Wei's eyelids were the most flexible part of his body, so he gave him a big eye roll.

"Master, your wound is healing, just bear with it." Huo Feng clasped Wang Wei's fingers tightly, "I have planted some spiritual plants in the yard, and I will boil some medicine for you when the time comes."

Wang Wei nodded and finally smiled.

"Accepted a disciple?" Bo Shangmiao interrupted at the right time, but his eyes were looking at Huo Feng who was standing beside him.

"Yes, uncle...master, I am the master's last disciple." Huo Feng sat upright, feeling quite nervous.

When he knew that the otherworldly master who showed up that night was Wang Wei's father god, he was in a state of panic. He never dared to dream that he would meet her elder, her biological father, in this situation.

Wang Wei has never talked about her family in detail. In her last account, we only knew that her parents abandoned her and they had a bad relationship.

At this moment, as far as he could see, this Father God only had a solemn look on his face, but his personality seemed... still to be seen.

"The last disciple? How many are there——"

"It's none of your business!" Wang Wei interrupted, "You didn't care when it was your turn to care before, but now that it doesn't matter, you're addicted to it?"

She couldn't turn around and couldn't see Bo Shangmiao standing behind her. She could only glance at Huo Feng from the corner of her eyes: "Huo Feng, ignore him."

Huo Feng carefully observed Bo Shangmiao's expression and saw that he remained calm and was not angry at Wang Wei's words, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the spiritual energy in the body gradually faded.

Wang Wei felt that the pain in his body was relieved a lot. The water-shaped part of his torso was injected with pure aquatic spiritual power instead of ordinary wild water.

Now that things have come to this, Bo Shangmiao naturally discovered the problems with her body, but it was not a good time to ask too much now.

"Today's treatment is over and will continue tomorrow."

That night, he was passing through the nearby mountains and forests looking for a precious spiritual herb when he suddenly sensed a familiar scent.

Originally, it was better to have less trouble than more. He had lived in the mortal world for many years and had long been unaware of the affairs of the upper world. But he suddenly had an idea and set off.

Unexpectedly, the person he met was his daughter whom he had not seen for many years.

He also recognized Zisanghui, a younger generation of the Zisang clan who often met Wangyou and Wangwei, and who was not on good terms with Wangwei. But he never expected that the degree of their disagreement had reached a life-and-death stage.

Judging from the recent battle situation, the outcome is still unknown, but if it were, the outcome might not be good.

He didn't know how to face Wang Wei, the little daughter who had been abandoned for many years and then left alone in heaven. He didn't dare to ask, let alone go back.

He just heard by chance in the gathering place of the gods in the lower realm that in the following years, she firmly sat on the throne of the demon god, and no one in the four realms could shake her position. He only heard a few words about the cause and effect, and most of them said that she was cunning and cruel, and so on.

Bo Shangmiao thought about going back to take a look, but he never had the courage to go back and face Wang Wei.

Wang Wei slowly stood up, and Huo Feng handed her clothes. She reached out and put them on. Just as she was about to get up, she sat down because of the pain in her legs.

Huo Feng poured her a cup of hot tea, which he had just prepared. After drinking the tea, Wang Wei's throat felt better.

"Why aren't you leaving yet? Isn't the treatment over?" Wang Wei directly ordered him to leave, and only then did Bo Shangmiao turn around.

He glanced at Huo Feng, who was about to leave, but was grabbed by Wang Wei and sat next to her.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Another cold remark.

Just as Bo Shangmiao was about to speak, Wang Wei introduced him to Huo Feng first: "As you know, I take my mother's surname, and my name is Mo Wei. He... is my father God, who is from Hua Mansion and his name is Hua Miao."

Bo Shangmiao understood that this meant hiding his real identity, so he naturally accepted this new identity.

"Master!" Huo Feng bowed in greeting, and Bo Shangmiao nodded slightly.

There was some movement at the door, and Du Ximiao and others were also at the door, wanting to come and check. After obtaining consent, Huo Feng left the room to synchronize the situation with others.

Only the father and daughter were left in the room.

"Xiao Wei... I came too late. Now that you have come to the mortal world, you should live with me. I feel deeply guilty for all these years and want to make it up to you..."

"Compensate me? Or do you want to erase the guilt in your heart? After compensating me, do you think that everything that happened can be erased and treated as if it never happened?"

"no--"

"That's enough. You're always saying nice things!" Wang Wei finally raised his eyes from staring at the tip of my toes. "Since you abandoned me and went to the lower world, do you know what your good brother, my good second uncle, has done to me?"

"I do not--"

"You, Boshang, hate me so much that you brought me back for my power. In your minds, I should either die early and achieve peace between the water tribe and the heavens. Or I should become the strongest force of the water tribe and fight against the heavens... Ha... You have never regarded me as one of your people. I am just a tool... I have long understood that my grandfather wants me to be the opponent, so I will do it. Who asked him to help me take the throne?"

Her tone was calm, and she swung her legs slightly, seeming to be somewhat pleased.

"That's not the case—"

Wang Wei interrupted him again: "At this point, I am already sitting on the throne. No matter what I do to you, you can only wag your tail and beg for mercy from me, understand?"

"Xiaowei... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Bo Shangmiao's face was full of guilt. Looking at Wang Wei who kept coughing, he wanted to go forward to comfort her, but he was worried that she would hate his touch even more.

He squatted down and looked up at Wang Wei who was sitting beside the couch: "It's all your fault, it's all my fault! You are weak now, don't use your spiritual power, and don't get angry. This time, I will not abandon you even if I die, give your father another chance, okay?"

Wang Wei raised her chin and glared at him. After their eyes met for a moment, Bo Shangmiao lowered her eyes. Although Wang Wei had no expression, he could feel her facial features move slightly.

"Who allowed you to claim to be the Father God? You have been away from the heaven for many years. Chen Zhongtian and Bo Shang have long since forgotten your two brothers' names."

Wang Wei stared at Bo Shangmiao with a half-smile, and he felt as if thorns were piercing his whole body, making holes in his heart.

"Then how should I address you?"

"Tsk, that's more like it. But if we weren't related, you wouldn't be worthy of being my subject. Come on..." Wang Wei looked at me for a few seconds.

She beckoned him to stand up. The two opened the door and saw people waiting anxiously in the courtyard, with only one person guarding the door.

That person was Hun Dun. It was not that the others did not want to get closer, but they were stopped by Hun Dun. Even Huo Feng was stopped at the beginning.

Chaos transformed into a ferocious beast, standing in front of the door, showing an attitude of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand men cannot open it."

"Look, this is my most loyal dog."

When Hun Dun saw Wang Wei walk out of the room, he immediately rushed forward in a dog-like form, wagging his tail happily. Wang Wei stroked his soft white fur and looked back at Bo Shangmiao.

When the others saw Wang Wei coming out, they wanted to approach him happily, but they realized that the atmosphere was wrong and consciously left the courtyard.

Du Ximiao instructed Huo Feng: "Let's prepare the food and cook first, and then have a family dinner in the hall in the front yard in the evening to celebrate Sister Weiwei's reawakening!" Then everyone left.

Jun Zhao actually didn't want to leave, but the fact that he had recovered his memory had not been revealed yet, so he could only endure it for the time being.

Jun Zhao recognized Wang Wei's Father God. He had seen him several times in heaven. He was a man of great talent, the best of his time, and had a good reputation throughout the Nine Heavens.

Later, it was heard that he married a woman from the underworld in order to find love.

The gods in the Heavenly Palace always said it was a pity when they were joking around. If they married into the Heavenly Palace, the descendants would be amazing. At that time, all the gods thought that he would not inherit everything from his demon father because they were not the same kind of people.

——The conclusions of these two points were both predicted, although the processes were very different.

Jun Zhao decided to find Bo Shangmiao in private to inquire about what was missed that year, and to find out the specific circumstances of the night a few days ago, as well as Wang Wei's attitude at this time.

Originally, he asked Huo Feng about what happened that night in the name of a mortal, but Huo Feng didn't mention a word. After getting to know him for a long time, he also felt that Huo Feng was not as easy to get along with as he seemed, and even had a bit more cunning and wary of him.

Jun Zhao sighed, took one last look at Wang Wei, then turned and left the west courtyard.

"Then you want me to..."

"Don't get me wrong, there are so many people who want to be my dog, it's not your turn..." Wang Wei frowned and thought seriously.

"I am actually the owner of this house..." Bo Shangmiao spoke slowly.

Wang Wei raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, you want to chase me away?"

"No! You will all live here from now on, and you can stay as long as you want. This house is yours, and you can do whatever you want with it. I have been in the mortal world for many years, and I have some property and assets, which I will leave to you."

"...Sure enough, you have stayed in the Mortal Realm for too long and have long forgotten who you are! You like to be a human and play the game of being a mortal in the Mortal Realm, but I won't accompany you."

Wang Wei felt a surge of blood rushing up her chest. She held her chest with one hand and leaned on the door frame: "Who on earth spread your good reputation in the heavens? What perfect husband? I think they are blind."

"I'll help you back first. You'd better rest now. Even if you hate me, you should at least take care of your body."

Wang Wei didn't refuse because she really couldn't hold on any longer.

"I understand." She lay back on the couch. After being infused with a lot of spiritual power by Bo Shangmiao, she finally calmed down a little. "Please pass on your water tribe spiritual power and skills to me. I didn't have the opportunity to practice the highest skills of the water tribe before. Now, I should become a true leader of the water tribe, right?"

"That's no problem! When you recover, I will teach you everything I know!" Bo Shangmiao's eyes moved slightly.

"Oh, right." Wang Wei suddenly remembered something very important. "You came to the mortal world... didn't you come to find my mother goddess? So where is she?"

The quick change of topic caught Bo Shangmiao off guard. He was stunned and hesitated for a moment.