The villain's daily corpse collection

The golden inscription on the plaque of Xuqing Garden was brighter under the illusory sunlight, and the signature of the current emperor was also particularly eye-catching.

Not long ago, An Zhongyan fled back to his tent, strode into the main hall of the inner courtyard, and threw his tiger-skin cloak on the ground in anger. The servants around him didn't know what was going on, and they all obeyed in silence, not daring to step forward.

A charming woman dressed in exquisite clothes came out from the inner courtyard. She had pure silver rings on her hands and feet, which were chained around her limbs.

The woman saw that An Zhongyan was angry, paused, and then came closer and acted coquettishly: "Young Master, what's wrong? Who made you angry? How about I help you relieve your fatigue."

The young master in gorgeous clothes jumped up like a wild animal whose tail was stepped on. He grabbed the woman's slender and beautiful neck and pressed her heavily to the ground. The woman was terrified and begged for mercy again and again.

An Zhongyan gnashed his teeth and said, "You are also a demon slave, right? You demons are so disgusting that you dare to betray me! How dare you? That skinny wolf demon was with you, right? She is dead. This is the result of betraying me!"

After hearing the last sentence, the woman's expression changed from begging for mercy to indifference. She struggled endlessly in An Zhongyan's hands, gradually revealing a little bit of the demon's appearance, and even grew ears and a tail.

"You, you lowly man, if it weren't for that deed, you would have definitely died in my hands! You are just a useless trash! A scumbag!" The woman forced herself to squeeze out a curse, the disguised tenderness in her eyes had long since disappeared, revealing only the weird and creepy vertical pupils.

"Bitch, bitch! Shut up!"

An Zhongyan glared at her fiercely, and the force in his hands became stronger and stronger. The woman's demonic power was sealed by the contract, and she had no chance to fight back. After a while, the woman stopped moving and transformed into her true form, a black cat demon.

The servant was not surprised and brought a basin of water for the young master to wash his hands. An Zhongyan threw the cat's body out of the room without paying any attention to the life passing by his fingertips. The servant quickly picked up the cat's body and threw it into the fire cauldron in the side hall.

At this moment, An Zhongyan was sitting cross-legged, holding a bunch of grapes in his mouth, leaning against the main seat in the main hall. He was chewing and spitting out the peels, not imitating the image of a bohemian young man, but more like a human being.

The turmoil just now was blown away like ashes, and there was no more ripples.

Kneeling before him were a group of male and female servants, about six or seven in number. Each of them held a box covered with red silk cloth above their heads, waiting for the master in front of them to slowly select and appreciate it.

An Zhongyan pulled away the silk cloth closest to him, and in the box was an object similar to a deer antler.

"Where did this thing come from?" He picked it up and examined it carefully. Judging from the collection he had accumulated over the years, this must be a rare item.

"In reply to the young master, this was found by the steward at the foot of Yinshan Mountain today." The maid holding the box replied, "The steward said that this thing should have appeared after the great commotion at the altar. It is most likely owned by an ancient monster and is rarely seen once in ten thousand years."

Hearing that the item was so rare, An Zhongyan's eyes lit up, and then he pretended to be nonchalant: "Isn't it just a broken horn? What's so rare about it? Last time I fought with Mu Kun from Congshan... Forget it, it's boring." After saying that, he threw the horn on the ground.

Half an hour ago, he threw the person he called "Mu Kun" and two of his fellow disciples into the wild forest in the north.

When An Zhongyan thought about what happened just now, he felt inexplicably irritated. It was all because of that damn Huai Zhong’s cowardice!

"That is the horn of the ancient mythical beast Fuzhu, you idiot." Wang Wei stepped over the threshold of the courtyard, stretched out her hand, and the horn flew over and was caught by her.

"Who are you? How dare you break into the barrier of my Lin'an Palace and steal things from my inner courtyard? Who gave you the courage?" An Zhongyan was not worried when he saw someone breaking in. He first signaled the servants to put away all the things. The male and female servants left with the boxes in their arms.

"I am a favored servant of the Lord, and I was entrusted by the wolf demon Mo Mei to take your life."

Why does this name sound familiar... An Zhongyan couldn't remember it for a moment, but he felt that someone had mentioned it occasionally. No matter what, he pulled out the sword hanging on the wall and pointed it at Wang Wei. Following the tip of the sword, he could see the appearance of the person who came.

The uninvited guest was a tall and outstanding woman with good looks and was extremely beautiful.

Three thousand silver threads add infinite magic.

It is definitely not an ordinary product, An Zhongyan immediately commented in his heart.

He had just lost a demon slave and killed another one, so he might as well keep her as a replacement. If she came to him, don't blame him for burning the piano and cooking the crane, or destroying the flower with a cruel hand.

"when!"

His sword-holding hand dropped, and the tip of the sword hit the ground, causing the gold-patterned floor tiles to crack in all directions.

At this time, the guards rushed over with swords in hand to protect the young master and show their power to the other side. Wang Wei discovered that the guards of this house were all monks.

Although they are at the stage of just awakening their spiritual roots and building their foundation, it is already rare to be a cultivator in the mortal world. This family can make them all bow down to it. It is indeed as the little wolf demon said, it is a powerful family. Wang is observing the people on the opposite side, weighing the pros and cons, and preparing to find an opportunity to take action.

An Zhongyan kicked the guard who was blocking his way away and shouted, "You ignorant people! Can't you see that the beauty is asking this young master a question? Why are you joining in the fun? Get out of here!"

The guards did not dare to delay and immediately put away their swords and hurriedly retreated to the side.

Wang Wei frowned. Seeing the face of the man in front of her suddenly reminded her of the sad and angry look that the little wolf demon inadvertently revealed.

She had lived for nearly three thousand years, and this was the first time she had felt this way.

Wonderful, but extremely unpleasant.

She didn't care about the reason, she just thought it was a farce, and all this was caused by this person, he must pay a heavy price.

An Zhongyan saw that Wang Wei didn't seem to have any intention of attacking him, so he boldly walked closer. He had seen countless people in the past twenty years, and he swore that he had never seen someone with such a unique temperament.

"Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you here." These words seemed to be trying to calm the other person, but his hand never let go of the sword.

I want to hurt you.

"You wanting to kill me must be a huge misunderstanding. What you know is just one-sided words from the wolf demon." An Zhongyan was not shy and was quite indignant. "I have seen the fate of the wolf demon. She will definitely cause trouble in the future and the cause of the dynasty's demise. She must be eliminated as soon as possible! I am also doing this for the sake of justice. I will imprison her for eternity with my life, and I will prevent her from causing trouble from now on!"

His words were so confident and decisive that it didn't sound like he was lying.

"What does this have to do with me?"

"...You, you didn't come here for this?" An Zhongyan thought that this passionate speech would surely trick the beautiful woman into favoring him, but the answer left him at a loss for words.

"I am just entrusted by someone. I don't care about any grudges between you, nor do I care about any grudges between you and the world." Wang Wei's expression did not change at all because of An Zhongyan's words.

"But if she doesn't die, not only will our dynasty be in danger of destruction, but also countless lives will be lost and the disaster will spread to all four worlds!"

"Destroy it if you want. The change of dynasties is the natural law of nature. Are you going to go against it?"

"…I'm not. I don't."

Speaking those righteous words to her was no better than trying to draw water with a bamboo basket. At least the edge could get some water. It was just like playing the lute to a cow. Seeing that the other party was not moved at all, An Zhongyan was a little impatient. The plan he had imagined was almost a complete failure.

"From your appearance, you are definitely not an ordinary person. If you are a master from some sect, you might as well tell me your name. I will visit you and discuss Taoism someday. Let's forget about it this time to avoid hurting our relationship."

"Bo Shangwangwei has no school or sect..."

An Zhongyan narrowed his eyes and thought carefully about the name. Could she be a wandering knight who fights for justice in the martial arts world? But he always felt that there was something indescribably strange about her...

"I'm here to kill you."

Wang Wei took out Nafuzhu's horn for inspection. An Zhongyan expressed his willingness to give it as a favor. Wang Wei looked at him as if he were a idiot. She was too lazy to explain that this was her own thing.

"You really don't know what's good for you!"

Seeing that she was so ignorant of human feelings and worldly affairs, An Zhongyan didn't want to waste time, so he raised his hand angrily and swung his sword straight at her. He wanted to trick her into a trap without any effort, but the first step was wrong. If it didn't work, he would just kill her.

The moment An Zhongyan raised his hand, his right arm was cut off by an invisible force in the air.

Shi Wangwei took advantage of the moment to distract him by talking to him, and used her weak spiritual power to control the few wolf tails in the whisk in her arms, which stretched across the air and formed a mechanism. At the same time, she took a half step back to avoid getting blood splashed on her body.

The man with the sword had his arm cut off, at least for now he is disabled.

"what!!!"

A shrill scream scared away the swallows and sparrows in the courtyard. The guards in the distance were hesitant as to whether they should step forward. "Kill this bitch for me, and cut her into pieces!" Hearing the order, the guards flew over from a distance.

But before they could get close, Wang Wei summoned all his stored spiritual power and waved his whisk. In an instant, they turned into blood mist and fell to the ground with the wind, covering the ground with blood.

An Zhongyan: "..."

Silently and without leaving any trace, killing people without being seen.

This method was very effective, and An Zhongyan was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He suddenly realized that the woman opposite him was not only sinister and vicious, but also had a questionable identity.

Anyone who can kill at this level instantly is definitely not a cultivator from the mortal world. I'm afraid only the big figures in the Heavenly Palace can do it, at least a god!

Little did she know that Wang Wei's right hand, hidden in her sleeve, was trembling slightly, and the blood between her fingers had turned ochre, making her already bloodless face even paler, almost transparent. She stood sideways, trying to cover up the mistake.

Bet right.

She used her own blood to extract the pure divine power, which was the last thing in her body that belonged to the gods and could be used. The snow-white whisk was stained blood red, and it was hard to tell whether it was her blood or those of ordinary cultivators.

"God! I am so rude." An Zhongyan seemed to have gained enlightenment and knelt down. "I was blind and offended you just now. It was all a joke. It was a joke."

He spoke while biting his back teeth, and it was unclear whether he was in extreme pain or anger.

Another one kneeled today.

An Zhongyan saw that she didn't kill him with one blow, which meant there was still hope, and he had to use some chips to save his life.

“How can the Supreme God, who has a noble body, kill a mortal like me?” An Zhongyan knelt down in front of Wang Wei, “I don’t know what position the Supreme God holds in the Heavenly Palace. The founder of my Lin’an Palace is also a Supreme God in the Heavenly Realm. He is currently serving as—”

"I am Uncle Shang Wangwei." Wang Wei interrupted him and just repeated the introduction he made when he first entered the door.

An Zhongyan repeated softly: "Bo Shang..." The name came to his lips but he still couldn't say the origin, "It doesn't matter if the God doesn't want to say it. But the God should not be deceived by that demon slave, she is a disaster! Demon, she is used to lying and deceiving people, her death will be a relief to the people!"

"You are a habitual liar. Only your death can rid the people of harm." She followed suit, with a smile in her tone.

An Zhongyan dragged his broken arm and laughed, thinking that the other party was also joking.

"You really don't recognize me?" Wang Wei gradually lost his patience.

"This...would you mind giving me some more hints?"

Seeing that An Zhongyan was not on guard against her, she raised her whisk and tried to inject spiritual power into it. The wolf's tail rose up like a silver snake, but deflated and drooped the next moment.

The spiritual power is exhausted and the business is temporarily suspended.

Wang Wei: “…”

At the moment when her spiritual power was running out, Wang Wei couldn't change her usual style for the time being, and she was still "generous" in her actions.

An Zhongyan was stunned for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the other party stop.

Wang Wei looked down at the other hand that was not bleeding and not exerting any strength, and smiled lightly.

She walked forward slowly, like a wild beast patiently lying in ambush for prey, and then suddenly attacked, grabbed An Zhongyan's neck, and threw him hard onto the rosewood chair.