The villain's daily corpse collection

After hearing this, Jun Zhao slowly sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and filled the two empty cups next to him - the two teacups were for Wang Wei and Huo Feng.

At this moment, the master and the disciple looked at each other and stood on the other two sides of the square table, motionless, staring at Jun Zhao, as if trying to force him back with their eyes.

"Please sit down! Isn't this table originally occupied by you? We are so familiar with each other, so don't be polite." Jun Zhao curled his lips and looked back at the two of them, not feeling threatened at all.

After becoming a mortal, did he suddenly let go of himself? Wang Wei looked at his bright smile and wanted to beat him until he cried and begged for mercy.

But she thought again, she was not a petty person, how could beating up a mortal satisfy her anger? She had to wait until she returned to heaven and beat him up in the Tianzun Palace.

Wang Wei sat on the left. Huo Feng glanced at her and then sat on the right.

"Have some tea. It costs money." Jun Zhao pushed the teacup in front of the two of them impartially.

Wang Wei drank it all in one gulp without saying anything else: "So, what are the conditions?"

"Of course it's you—"

Wang Wei slammed the table, perhaps because she had controlled the force beforehand, the table did not fall apart, but the cup in her hand was shattered by the force. Red blood rushed into the broken white pottery, staining it with a special color.

"What are you doing?" Jun Zhao looked puzzled. "I haven't finished talking yet, why are you so anxious?"

Huo Feng immediately stood up and walked around the table to heal Wang Wei's injury, but Jun Zhao got there first. He grabbed Wang Wei's injured hand and helped her remove the ceramic slag still embedded in her palm.

"What I want to say is that you treat me fairly. Forget all the conflicts in the past for now. I am Zhuang Boyan now, an ordinary person. At least treat me like... you treat Huo Feng."

Wang Wei grabbed his hand and put it into the hand of Huo Feng who was sitting behind him without turning his head. Huo Feng connected with him tacitly and immediately began to use his spiritual power to heal his wounds.

The series of smooth movements made Jun Zhao feel suffocated in the chest.

"At least." Wang Wei sneered sarcastically, "Do you know the relationship between Huo Feng and I? At least I can't do that. At most, I can... not care about the past shit and won't have any prejudice against you... anything more is impossible."

Jun Zhao pursed his lips, and after a long while, he slowly nodded: "Okay, deal."

The atmosphere among the few people finally eased down, and Bai Tang appeared from nowhere and returned to his seat. The teahouse owner saw this and came over with a smile to add tea and water.

Huo Feng took out some silver and paid for the broken ceramic cup. The boss didn't want to take it, but Huo Feng forced it into his hand. He smiled awkwardly, asked everyone to drink, and then went to another table.

Jun Zhao was no longer vague and told all the information he had learned: "This place is quite evil. Although I don't have spiritual power for the time being, I still vaguely sense that there is an evil aura surrounding this place. There is the aura of the demon race, the aura of the human race, and the aura of some monsters, mixed together. And the source of this chaos, judging by my intuition, is in the City Lord's Mansion."

"Tsk." Wang Wei snorted coldly, "I asked you about the key, but you answered irrelevantly. What does that chaotic aura have to do with me?

"Ahem, watch your attitude." Jun Zhao reminded in a low voice.

Wang Wei took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Zhuang, where are my keys?"

"I suspect it's in the City Lord's Mansion." Jun Zhao was about to finish his words when Wang Wei wanted to raise her hand to spill the tea again, but the tea that had just reached mid-air was quickly scooped back by her hand.

"Are you still not sure where the key is?" Since the truth of his identity was known, there was really nothing he could do. Wang Wei suppressed his emotions that were about to explode, "Why don't we split up and look for it?"

"Other places are all poor people. How could there be something like that that could cause the source of the chaotic aura? Maybe the key is in the City Lord's Mansion."

"This is just your guess. If you go in with so much trouble and find nothing, wouldn't it be a waste of time?" Wang Wei disagreed.

"Then why don't we do as you say and split up. Two people continue to search outside, and two people try to find a way to enter the mansion." Jun Zhao agreed to the proposal.

"However," he changed the subject, "the interior of the City Lord's Mansion is very complicated. It is not an ordinary mansion that we see in the outside world. There are various magical instruments intertwined inside, and I am afraid there is something else. Considering the degree of danger inside, you must go in and explore the situation yourself. I am the only one who knows more about the monsters hidden inside. I will go in with you. Huo Feng doesn't know much about the inside, so I don't recommend Huo Feng to enter the mansion. It's best for him to stay outside to provide support. Bai Tang will continue to search corners throughout the city."

It was indeed clearly arranged. Huo Feng stood up and said, "You are just a mortal. Wouldn't you hinder my master if you go in? If it's dangerous, how can you protect her if you follow her in?"

Jun Zhao paused for a moment, but his expression was still smiling: "Don't you know your master's strength? Of course she protected me."

Wang Wei knew that Jun Zhao was just bringing up old matters and playing the emotional card by saying this.

Once when he was young, Wang Wei practiced martial arts in the tassel forest, and Jun Zhao sat under a tree and watched carefully.

"Sister Xiaowei is getting more and more powerful. Maybe she will surpass me in the future." Jun Zhao held his chin and looked at her thoughtfully.

"Of course I will definitely surpass Brother A Zhao!" Wang Wei withdrew the spiritual power floating around his body, turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"Then when Brother Zhao is not by your side, can you protect yourself?" Jun Zhao's voice was a little hesitant, but he still anticipated a bleak future.

"Of course! If we encounter danger in the future, I can protect Brother Zhao. I don't need your protection!" Wang Wei ran to his side and sat down. "What do you mean by that sentence just now? Are you going to leave me?"

Jun Zhao was stunned for a moment, then he comforted him: "Brother Zhao will never leave you."

Only when you are young and ignorant will you believe in the rhetoric of eternity. It is difficult for the gods to talk about eternity because their lifespan is too long. No matter who they are or what they are, they will eventually leave the stage early one day.

Huo Feng also saw the meaning in Jun Zhao's eyes. He turned to look at Wang Wei, hoping to hear what she had to say. Wang Wei only wanted to prevent Jun Zhao from revealing his identity and causing trouble for himself.

"Since everything has been arranged, then we are fully confident." Wang Wei stood up and walked towards Jun Zhao, "I will protect you. I hope you can do what you say."

"Master!" Huo Feng looked at Wang Wei worriedly.

"My decision will not change. Huo Feng, you just keep looking outside. You don't have to pick me up. You know my strength best. You just need to take care of yourself."

Wang Wei left after he finished speaking. Jun Zhao glanced at Bai Tang, and Bai Tang nodded knowingly. Jun Zhao immediately turned around and followed Wang Wei.

Huo Feng wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Bai Tang: "Don't you still believe her? Her strength is simply--"

"This is not a question of strength. I worry about her and miss her all the time! Are all of you used to enjoying her strength, even if there is danger, because she is strong, you can avoid all dangers and protect the people around you? This is just your assumption. There is no one in ten thousand possibility that she has really suffered irreversible damage? Who of you can afford this price?"

Bai Tang was stunned. He looked at Huo Feng's red eyes with transparent tears oozing out of them. He looked back at the empty street, not knowing what to say.