The villain's daily corpse collection

“Who is so rude here!” The two younger generations of the Zisang family reacted, dodged immediately, and began to look for the location of the attacker.

Dafeng just couldn't help herself. She always loses control of her temper when it comes to matters of principle.

In fact, Dafeng doesn't have any special principles. She just puts Wangwei first. She will not let go of anyone who does something bad to her, even if it's just verbal.

It's just that she usually has a dull expression and doesn't show much emotion. Only when she is in front of Wang Wei in private does her expression become rich.

“Where are the people? You have the courage to take action but not the courage to show up!” The injured person covered his face with his hands, and blood kept flowing through his fingers.

The one next to him was not injured, so he took the lead and stood in front, summoning magic weapons, ready to counterattack at any time.

However, Dafeng did not intend to kill directly, but only used the hidden weapon as a warning, not wanting to be delayed by the younger generation. After the two people walked away cursing, she flew to the eaves of the hall at the back and hid in an inconspicuous corner.

There was a protective barrier nearby. She had been at the border for many years, so she naturally had a magical weapon that could break all barriers. So she successfully entered Zi Sangkui's bedroom.

Zi Sang Kui was in the palace at this time, lying on a jade couch with her clothes half removed, and her trusted divine guards were cleaning her wounds. She was seriously injured in the fight with Wang Wei that day, and was not much better than Wang Wei.

That night, both of them used their absolute strength. Although Wang Wei's strength was only half of his, the power of the demon god was beyond all other powers, so it was natural that they both suffered losses in the battle with Zi Sang Kui, who was in his prime.

Wang Wei's injuries were treated urgently and he started to get better. Zi Sangkui was in the lower world without anyone and power, so he could only find a deserted place to heal himself for a short time. At least his external injuries were not visible.

Later, she came again to inform him of the matter. She looked bright and beautiful, and even performed a set of axe skills - to prove that she recovered quickly and was not actually injured. In fact, her internal qi and blood had already surged, and her spiritual power had collapsed.

Fortunately, Wang Wei used an illusion at the last moment to make her look like she was poisoned and bleeding, otherwise she would definitely vomit blood on the spot, her breathing would become disordered, and she might even become possessed.

“My lord, your injury this time is too serious… It has damaged your foundation. If you want to recover to your former strength, I’m afraid it will be difficult…” the doctor among the Divine Guards stammered.

"Just say what you want to say. I hate those of you who are shy." Zi Sangkui put on his clothes and glanced coldly at the doctor.

The doctor spoke slowly: "I'm afraid it's difficult. I guess I'll have to invest a lot of natural treasures, and spend a longer period of time in seclusion to practice, but I can't guarantee that I'll be at my best..."

Zi Sangkui was not surprised when he heard this.

She was determined to die in this battle. If Bo Shangmiao hadn't come out to stop her, Zisangkui thought the battle was not over yet. Even if Wang Wei said he wouldn't kill her, she wanted to fight to see where her limit was.

"...It's best not to use spiritual power within a hundred years."

"What?" Zisang was surprised. "A hundred years? I can only be in seclusion for a dozen years at most, and I can't use my spiritual power. Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

"A hundred years means several hundred years, not a hundred years... I have made a conservative estimate." The Divine Guard doctor's voice gradually became lower.

"Shut up. You keep saying useless things. I want to recover quickly. Just give me a solution."

Divine Guardian Doctor: “…”

He was speechless for a moment, choking with emotion. Isn't this just asking too much?

"I will discuss this with the Lords of the Divine Guards right away and will definitely give the Master a satisfactory answer!"

"Go away." Zisangkui said, and the doctor wiped his sweat nervously and quickly left the hall.

The strong wind is still lurking under the eaves, and it is really shocking to see Zisangkui's injuries. The more serious her injuries are, does it mean that Your Majesty will be safer?

But on second thought, there is no logical connection between these two events. Zi Sang Kui was injured, which represented the Lord's counterattack. But according to Zi Sang Kui's character, she could be injured to a great extent, and she must make her opponent taste the bitter fruit. It is impossible for the Lord to escape intact.

Thinking of this, she became even more worried.

In an instant, an immature idea was born in Dafeng's mind - since Zi Sangkui was colluding with the people in the Heavenly Palace, could she also use the people in the Heavenly Palace to get rid of Zi Sangkui, who was a big threat to her?

It was just that she had hit that man impulsively, and she didn't know any more people in the Heavenly Palace. Why not go back and apologize?

Dafeng shuddered, this was not her style, even if she really acted, there would be many loopholes. She decided to go back to Wuxutian to discuss the feasibility of the plan.

Unknown to him, Wu Xun had just finished communicating with Wang Wei using magic tools. He learned about Wang Wei's progress and that they were looking for the key to open the box. He began to search for clues based on the shape and pattern of the treasure box. Since it was a "gift" prepared by the opponent, it was definitely not as simple as simply opening it to successfully obtain the artifact.

Before Wang Wei finds the key, he has to find the records about the box to prevent any omissions that would cause a greater crisis for Wang Wei.

Wu Xun was always considerate in his work, and perhaps because he was so considerate, the others did not work hard in this regard. Fu Zhu's injury was basically healed, and after she woke up, she proposed to go down to the mortal world to help Wang Wei, but was rejected by Wu Xun.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet. If you go, you will just cause more trouble. Chaos has already descended to the lower world. What do you plan to do if you go?" Wu Xun looked at Fu Zhu and said slowly.

Fuzhu is relatively young among the disciples. She looks like an ordinary teenage girl, but beneath her well-behaved face lies a naive and cruel playful heart.

According to legend, wherever Fuzhu appears, floods will spread everywhere, rushing east and west. Every time Wangwei wants to drown the gods in heaven, she is the first to lead the charge.

At the beginning, Wang Wei always picked up some spiritual beasts that could be used by her in the wilderness of the demon clan in the lower world.

One day, when she was taking a rest somewhere in the wilderness, she saw Fu Zhuqun, a group of elegant and noble people with four horns on their heads and snow-white bodies, drinking water from a lake that was about to dry up nearby.

They were not interfering with each other, but a little pheasant ran to Wang Wei's side and started to lick her cheek for no apparent reason. Then, she was interrupted from her unpleasant dream by a hot and wet animal tongue.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a small spirit beast with fur emitting a holy glow, standing curiously in front of him. Its horns were still a little short, and it was obviously not mature.

Wang Wei wiped her face, but the little guy came over and rubbed her again. She couldn't dodge in time and was rubbed several times by the soft tongue.

Wang Wei: “…”

It didn't know how long it had been looking there, and it didn't even notice that its tribe had disappeared.

"Hey, your tribe has run away and doesn't want you anymore, so what are you still doing here?" Wang Wei spoke bluntly.

Xiaofu Zhu was stunned for a moment, looked around, and called out a few more times. A burst of mocking cries of crows and sparrows came from the mountains, and no other sound came back.

Xiao Fuzhu: "..."

It chirped softly and ran to a nearby place, until it found that the group had really disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Fuzhu was not a fool either. He immediately made a decision that went against his ancestors - to haunt the person he had "marked"!