The villain's daily corpse collection

"you--"

Lord Sun, who had been talkative just now, spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splashed on the dark floor tiles. He then fell to the ground with blood gushing from all his orifices.

"Did you know that my father, the emperor, had a son named Lao Ba? I was the one who killed him, hahahahaha!" Du Ximiao laughed wildly. Even this laugh was particularly dazzling and charming. Looking at the incredible looks in those people's eyes, she continued, "Didn't it you who proposed it? Are you pretending to be innocent now?"

As they were talking, the other people stood up and tried to grab Du Ximiao, but they couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

"People who do great things can be tempted by beauty. How did you become my brother's retainers? It's such a joke." She pretended to be shocked. "Could it be that my brother is as stupid as you?"

Those people spit out black blood, crawled towards her, and struggled with their hands, just like the evil spirits in the Avici Hell.

Ji Qing was also poisoned as expected, but because of his extraordinary skills, he was not as deeply poisoned as others. At this time, he did not care about the hierarchy, and rushed forward with all his strength to strangle Du Ximiao's neck.

Du Ximiao was knocked to the ground by the huge impact. Ni Yun tried to pull Ji Qing apart, but to no avail.

"Antidote! Give it to me!" Ji Qing's arms were throbbing with veins popping out, and she pinched Du Ximiao tightly. However, Du Ximiao was still smiling. She struggled to squeeze out words to reply, "No... antidote."

"Why! I haven't hurt you, why do you want to kill me!" The corners of Ji Qing's eyes began to bleed, and the black blood dripped onto Du Ximiao's chin and flowed to his collarbone.

The toxicity kicked in.

"I remember... it was you who put the clothes on me after the last dance..." Du Ximiao said with difficulty, "But the fact that I killed someone... is a secret." She forced a smile, "I... liked you, Ji... Qing."

Ji Qing opened his eyes wide and looked at Du Ximiao who was dying under him, and for a moment he let go of his hand.

With a dull thud, Ji Qing fell on Du Ximiao.

It's Neon Cloud.

She found an iron pestle from somewhere and hit Ji Qing on the head without hesitation. Then, she quickly pushed Ji Qing aside and went to see what was happening to Du Ximiao.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, wake up!" She pushed her hard, crying. After a while, Du Ximiao suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and gasped.

"You finally woke up. Fortunately, you are okay. It's great!" Ni Yun threw aside the principles of hierarchy and hugged Du Ximiao tightly. Her tears never stopped.

"Don't touch my hand!" Du Ximiao's voice was hoarse, "There is poison in my nails!" Only then did Niyun understand how Du Ximiao poisoned her. She wiped away her tears and waited for the prince's orders.

"Niyun, I told you before, we are very similar, both fish in the same pond." Du Ximiao gritted his teeth and said, "But we survived, and the ones who survived are the winners!

"I succeeded in my revenge. After enduring for so many years, I finally avenged myself." Du Ximiao's tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Your Highness..." Niyun took out a handkerchief and wiped Du Ximiao's tears.

"I once abandoned my dignity and conscience in order to save face, just to get an invitation to enter the power arena. But I was so naive... I thought that if I pleased them, they would let me join and make me equal to them. I was so stupid... My marriage contract with Yangyue An was the final invitation, but unfortunately..." She sighed.

"Yuan Xiang said that I have changed, but I just want to live a more meaningful life. Maybe I am really wrong." Du Ximiao suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Niyun, "I have avenged my great hatred. Let's leave. And Yuan Xiang, let's live the lives of ordinary people in the future under an assumed name, okay?"

"Your Highness, have you thought it through?" Niyun asked, "Do you really want to live the life of an ordinary citizen?"

"Why don't you want to?"

"People's lives are difficult." Niyun slowly uttered four words.

Du Ximiao's expression was complicated for a moment, and she didn't know how to respond. At this time, Yuan Xiang came in, holding an oil lamp and a tinderbox in his hand.

"Your Highness, you go first. I'll take care of things here." Ni Yun supported Du Ximiao and left. Yuan Xiang saw the deep purple pinch marks on Du Ximiao's neck. He looked around the room and walked towards Ji Qing.

The fire started with Ji Qing using oil lamps and tinder, and the simple and ordinary house was burned down.

The drizzle stopped just in time.

*

Inside the tent of Tianzhou Mansion.

Huo Feng seemed to have noticed something. He said nothing, but picked up the hot teapot and poured another cup of tea for her.

Chun He saw the hourglass was about to run out, so she stood up and said, "I'll go outside to gather everyone and emphasize the issue of road safety. We'll gather in front of the main tent after a cup of tea." Before she left, she patted Wang Wei's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you're so awesome."

Only Wang Wei and Huo Feng were left in the tent, sitting face to face at the table.

Huo Feng was the first to break the silence: "Miss Mo, I haven't crossed the sea either, but I know that with your cultivation and character, it will definitely not be a problem."

Wang Wei smiled with his face but not his eyes when he heard this.

"You know me well? Do you know what kind of person I am?" Wang Wei's emotions fluctuated slightly. "Don't talk about these nonsense. If there is no foolproof method, just don't say anything." As she said that, she stood up and prepared to walk out of the tent, but was grabbed by Huo Feng's arm.

Huo Feng: "I have an idea."

Wang Wei: “What?”

"You can force yourself to wake up from the dream, and when the monster comes, you push me out. It can buy you some time to escape, although not much. I will also try my best to struggle and help you delay." Huo Feng suggested.

Wang Wei: “…Are you sick?”

"I'm serious. I can probably feel your desire to live, just like," he paused, "my desire to die... So, it's worth it to exchange my death for your life." The light of the eternal lamp was reflected in Huo Feng's eyes.

Clear, pure, and sincere.

But between the words, one can faintly feel a kind of...

Paranoid.

Wang Wei was not a person who cared about others sacrificing for her. She didn't care much about the life and death of her disciples and subordinates. But she didn't understand why a god like Huo Feng, who was admired by everyone, wanted to die.

"You don't agree to be my apprentice, is it because you want to die?"

"Miss Mo is always right." There was no need for him to hide anything from Wang Wei.

"why?"

"The reasons are complicated and cannot be explained in a short time. And it is not important. What is important is that you have better choices and there is no need to choose me." Huo Feng's tone was very affirmative.

"I don't have to ask the reason, but you must be my apprentice. In order to accomplish this, I will fight to the death in Mengzhou later, and you must not die." Wang Wei's tone was also very affirmative.

"..."

Huo Feng's expression became complicated. He didn't understand why Mo Wei was so persistent in accepting him as her disciple. She was not without disciples who could inherit her legacy.

There was a sudden noise at the door, probably the gathering had begun.

Wang Wei pulled away the arm that Huo Feng was holding tightly, and without even looking at Huo Feng again, he walked out alone.

I feel inexplicably bad.

At this moment, the main tent was filled with disciples of Tianhe Sect, more than a hundred of them, in an orderly manner, fully equipped and ready to go.

All the tents outside were put away, the main tent slowly fell down, and several elders came out. They waved the whisks in their hands and began to concentrate on chanting.

On the land that was previously covered by the palace tent, brilliant light rose, and in the vague light mist, a huge ship appeared.

The ship was over thirty feet high, had nine decks, and a beam of about nine feet and nine feet. It could accommodate nearly a thousand people. It was bronze in color, solemn and simple, with no decorations on it, and seemed to be built for practical use.

I don't know what material it is made of, but it is definitely some kind of precious black iron. It is hard to imagine that such a heavy object can fly into the sky.

Wang was quite surprised, as she had never seen such a large ship. In the heavens, most of the ships were small boats that traveled on the Milky Way and could only accommodate one or two gods. They were called "free boats" and often capsized when gods were sitting on them.

Thinking of the scene where the tents of Tianhemen maintained the Zhoutian Big Dipper Formation, and seeing the huge ship in front of her, she couldn't help but sigh - the mysterious sect in the mortal world is really arrogant.

"Get on board!" The third elder with black beard gave an order, and all the disciples began to board the giant ship in an orderly manner according to the queue order.

Chun He saw Wang Wei coming, so he walked up to her and asked, "Which floor do you want to go to?" Wang Wei looked at the floors which were arranged from high to low, just like the Nine Heavens.

"I'll go to the first floor." Wang Wei said, looking at the top floor.

"I'm going to the first floor too." Huo Feng appeared behind them at some point.

"Okay, I'll arrange two adjacent rooms for you."

Wang Wei didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he turned his head, he saw Huo Feng nodding repeatedly.

Wang Wei: "You like following me so much."

Huo Feng: "It feels easier to run into danger if I follow you."

Wang Wei: “…”

After finishing the last eight floors, it was finally the turn of the first floor. Wang Wei walked towards the huge object, and the huge shadow gradually enveloped her. This scene and this object made her look particularly small.

"Is this considered as getting on a pirate ship? Once on board, there is no way out." She looked up, feeling depressed.

Huo Feng followed behind her. He didn't want to bring up what he had just said, nor did he want to say anything useless, so he just patted her shoulder gently.

Wang Wei didn't look back and walked straight into the ninth floor. After entering the cabin door, he saw a compartment that could accommodate five to six people standing. A disciple was there to guide him: "Go upstairs from here. This is a ladder made of hibiscus wood."

Wang Wei and Huo Feng walked in. When they turned around, they saw the disciples casting a spell outside the door. Irregular wooden branches and vines climbed out from all directions, forming a door that separated the outside from the stairwell.

The mechanism was slowly rising, but Wang Wei had no intention of observing the artistic style of this series of skilled craftsmen. She broke off a protruding thick branch, then poked it in the palm of her hand, and it was indeed very hard. She pulled down a piece of rattan and pulled it, and it was very strong.

"What are you doing?" Huo Feng didn't understand.

"The method you proposed is half-true."

Although she was not completely sure, she seemed to have regained her usual composure.

The mechanism rose slowly and finally reached the first floor.

The ladder stopped and the door hadn't opened yet, but a lot of light came in from outside.

The disciple outside cast a spell to open the door and saw the woman inside holding a bunch of things in her hands, a bundle of vines, a few thick wooden strips... He had never seen anyone climbing up and dismantling the stairs at the same time, so he was stunned for a moment.

Wang Wei looked at the long corridors on both sides. The room Chunhe arranged for her was called Room 36.

"Go this way." Huo Feng saw the instructions written on the wall first and led the way. Wang Wei glanced at the wall and followed Huo Feng into the corridor on the right.

After walking for a while, Wang Wei saw Jia 36, ​​and Huo Feng was in Jia 37. As expected, Chun He arranged him next to her. She ignored Huo Feng and pushed the door open. Huo Feng also walked into the room arranged for him.

After entering the room, she began to carefully examine the structure of the room. The room was not big, but there was enough space for meditation and rest. There was a couch in the middle, which was probably made of the same material as the ship, and the edge of the couch was indestructible. There was only one sealed copper window, and the edge was a little rusty, as if it had been soaked in water.

Wang Wei was puzzled: "Isn't this ship flying in the sky? Where did the water come from in the room?"

Not seeing any clues, she temporarily buried her doubts in her heart and began to implement the plan she had already thought of. She first polished one end of the wooden strip against the edge of the copper couch, roughly grinding out a sharp arc. Because the wooden strip was thick, the whole thing already had a heavy feel. Then, she took the rattan strip that she had torn off earlier, stuck both ends on the edge of the table in front of the couch, cut one part and tied the shaved wooden strip to it, adjusted the tip of the wooden strip to the position, facing herself, and tested the grinding force of the vine and the copper edge.

"Bang bang—" There was a sound at the door.

Wang Wei stopped what he was doing, walked to the door, put his ear to it and listened, then opened the door.

At the door is Huo Feng.

"What's up?"