The villain's daily corpse collection

Hearing this question, Wang Wei paused, then she slowly opened her eyes, grabbed Huo Feng's hand that was pressing on the right side of her cheek, and gently tilted her head to look at him.

"Because he knows a lot of things." Wang Wei answered.

"How...did he know?" Huo Feng asked.

Wang Wei turned slightly, her eyes swept across his injured left shoulder, and then she raised her left hand and placed it on Huo Feng's right shoulder. After sitting firmly, her fingertips lightly stroked his chin, and finally she buried her face in his black hair.

There was the scent of lush green grass in her hair, as if she was in a vast oasis. A picture of lush greenery and distant fragrance slowly unfolded, making her sleep soundly, her quilt warm, and her mood relaxed.

Huo Feng's breathing was deep. He felt Wang's slightly warm body close to him. Her fingers covered with thin calluses rubbed against his cheek, then slid down his side to his Adam's apple and neck... His body was a little stiff, and he could only let her pick at him, and she became more and more presumptuous.

No one spoke at this moment, and there was no other sound except the mingling of breathing.

Suddenly, he grasped her wrist, and then reached up to grab that restless hand. While interlacing their fingers, Huo Feng clasped the back of her hand tightly.

"Master, does your wound still hurt?" Huo Feng stared at her with his dark eyes.

He did not directly expose Wang's intention for this action, but he could roughly guess that she did not want to answer the question directly.

Wang Wei paused and said slowly: "Yeah, it hurts."

"Then how can Master stop feeling pain?"

Wang Wei, who was leaning lightly in Huo Feng's arms and playing with the ends of his slightly curled hair, stopped, tilted her neck slightly, and dropped a kiss on the mole on his chin like a dragonfly touching the water.

"It won't hurt this way." Wang Wei curved his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile.

"Really?" Huo Feng obviously didn't believe it. He lifted Wang Wei's arm to check, but the next moment his arm was pulled back by Wang Wei and wrapped around his waist as nimbly as a snake.

"Actually..." Wang Wei finally spoke. However, he was immediately interrupted by Huo Feng, "Master, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say anything."

Wang Wei looked up at him, but could not see his eyes. His carelessly scattered black hair seemed like a barrier covering everything, as if to imply that everything he said was against his will.

"Then do you want to listen?" Wang Wei pushed the hair that was falling like a waterfall and covering his face behind his ears, and a pair of trembling black pupils finally appeared from the shadows, and his eyelashes like butterfly wings hung in the air, just covering half of his thoughts.

Those were a pair of eyes filled with anxiety, and she remembered Bai Tang's words at the right time - love is about the closeness of mind and soul, which gives the other person a sense of security.

"Okay, I'll tell you." She put her index finger between his lips. He wanted to speak to stop her, but she stopped him. "I said it voluntarily, not because you asked."

After saying this, Huo Feng stopped struggling.

The two of them switched positions unconsciously, Huo Feng buried his face in Wang Wei's arms, his arms tightly around her. Wang Wei lifted the long hair that blocked his face, and then he found that their black and white hair had been entangled together without knowing when.

"Because he is not an ordinary person." Wang Wei continued, "He is the Heavenly Lord, or rather, he was the Heavenly Lord before."

This confession was so direct that Huo Feng did not expect that the question he had been wondering about for so long could be answered so easily.

"Were Jun Zhao Tianzun and Master lovers?" Based on that answer, Huo Feng asked directly.

"Yeah." Wang Wei did not deny it. "That was a long time ago. At that time, I was still in the stage of wanting everything but having nothing. I had nothing except youthful vigor."

"What kind of person was the master at that time?" Huo Feng looked up at her curiously.

"I am... an out-and-out villain." Wang Wei curled the corners of his lips, "I am someone who feels good about myself, but is despised by others."

"Why is there such a condemnation?" Huo Feng sat up straighter.

"Probably... I will kill every god who wants to kill me." She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was relaxed and comfortable. "From my perspective, it is to end the cause and effect, but from their perspective, it is to end my lack of mercy and forgiveness. Of course, there are still people who can understand my difficulties."

Huo Feng was stunned. He knew that his master had experienced a lot, and every time he dug a little, it was like prying up the tip of an iceberg that had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

"There are few people who can really hurt me now. Let what happened in the past go with the wind." She entwined her fingers around Huo Feng's hair, curling the ends of his hair.

After a moment of silence, Wang Wei suddenly felt her chest getting hot, and Huo Feng's hot breath soaked her clothes. She lowered her head and kissed the black hair on the top of her head. After a moment, Huo Feng sat up and hooked his arms around her neck.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"I am only afraid that Master will leave me. Master, will you leave me?"

"..." Facing Huo Feng's pure eyes, Wang Wei no longer had the confidence to lie like he did at the beginning.

"How could I leave you?"

After saying that, she gently touched the tip of her nose to his. The distance between them was so small, but it seemed particularly intimate.

No one would take the initiative to step out of their comfort zone, but at least when she was with Huo Feng, she could relax a little.

"That's good! I feel full of courage now. I am fearless." Huo Feng said in a light tone. He sat up and kissed her directly on the lips.

Wang Wei also leaned over to respond, their lips and tongues entangled, and the positions of the two changed again.

"Master, I found that you like... being on top." He said this without any context while breathing rapidly.

Suddenly, Wang Wei paused, and Huo Feng had observed exactly what he was doing - he was sitting on his waist, and he was half leaning on the quilt with his right shoulder supported by his palm. Even though they were kissing, he didn't close his eyes, and was still staring at him infatuatedly.

"That night, Master did just that," he said, nibbling her ear.

Wang Wei snorted and laughed, then bit towards Huo Feng's divine mark, accidentally pressing the wound on Huo Feng's left shoulder.

"Hmm." He made a slight muffled sound, and Wang Wei's movements came to an abrupt stop.

"Ah, you actually forgot about your injury. Take a good rest today and continue another day."

Wang Wei tried to close Huo Feng's shirt which was about to be completely opened, and stood up to leave, but Huo Feng grabbed his sleeve.

Maybe he was too worried that the person might die, so he used too much strength. Not only did Wang fail to escape, but he was also entangled by his clothes and was pinned down by Huo Feng.

"Master, don't leave...After teasing me, do you want to just walk away?"

Huo Feng's throat was dry, but his voice was gentle, as if a slender bamboo leaf fell into the pond, creating ripples.

The hairpin that held her hair in place was removed at some point, leaving her hair scattered on the couch.

Wang Wei was not too surprised by the sudden reversal. She looked at the wound on Huo Feng's left shoulder, and blood was faintly seeping out from under the gauze.

"Your wound is bleeding." Wang Wei placed his fingers on his shoulder and poked it a few times playfully.

It's not a kind reminder, but another kind of provocation.

"My own body, I know exactly how."

Huo Feng didn't even look over his shoulder, but kept his eyes on her body.

"Master, what about you?"