The villain's daily corpse collection

Wang felt spiritual energy all around him, and the chains wrapped around his heart instantly turned into Qi. They flowed and lingered around him, as if making their last struggle.

Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder.

When I turned around, I saw Wang You looking at me with a smile in his eyes.

"Don't resist, don't struggle. You put these chains on me with your own hands. Only if you truly wish to untie them can they be completely broken."

Wang Wei frowned and began to regulate his breathing again, allowing the spiritual power to circulate inside his body. Because the body parts were incomplete, the empty spaces were quickly passed.

When it reached her head, she subconsciously put up a slight resistance.

Wang You was behind her, igniting his own spiritual energy and channeling it into Wang Wei's body. Wang Wei's thoughts went from being tense to calming down.

A light and melodious bell sound resounded through the sea of ​​consciousness, and those spiritual chains seemed to revive in spring. They transformed into glowing butterflies and flew away, intending to fly to the highest point of the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was as if all the stars had returned to their positions, and leaked spiritual power was rushing in from all directions.

The heart began to beat vigorously, and the damaged parts of it were gradually repairing themselves.

The situation is very good.

"Look, nothing has happened. It's still there, beating for you."

Wang Wei turned around to look at Wang You, but was surprised to find that Wang You's body was gradually becoming more transparent.

As the spiritual sea around him surged, he seemed to gradually step into the abyss and towards the end.

"elder sister……"

Wang Wei was quite surprised. She didn't expect that by untying the shackles, she would actually accelerate Wang You's disappearance.

Wang You gently walked forward and hugged Wang Wei. Neither of them could really touch each other, but the spiritual power around them tightly connected them together.

"Why?" Wang Wei couldn't figure it out. She really didn't understand.

"Maybe this is not the end, but just the beginning." Wang You spoke slowly, her voice seemed to be scattered in the wind swept by spiritual power.

"I don't understand. I want you to explain it to me."

"It's too late, but one day you will understand. We have never been apart."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already disappeared into the spiritual sea, turning into countless points of light and eventually disappearing without a trace.

Wang Wei raised his hand to grab it, but in the end he failed.

Even though she had already removed the shackles, she still felt extremely embarrassed at the moment.

She slowly knelt on the ground, tears finally burst out of her eyes uncontrollably, blurring her vision.

Countless blue clouds rose from the spiritual sea, flew up into the sky, and caused countless thunders.

Beyond the sea of ​​consciousness.

Du Ximiao and the other two were still waiting for Wang Wei to break the formation. Huo Feng was also meditating on the spot and had not woken up yet. However, Zhuang Boyan had already woken up and was fine.

"This formation is too difficult to break! Sister Weiwei is the most powerful deity I have ever seen. How come she has been meditating for so long without any movement? Could something have happened?" Du Ximiao paced back and forth.

"We can't see the sun clearly now, and we're not sure what time it will be. Let's wait a little longer." Yuan Xiang said.

"You said... Immortal Mo Wei is a god?" Zhuang Boyan was still digesting Du Ximiao's words. He felt that after this experience, there were some more scenes in his mind that he had never seen before.

"Ah, teacher, I think I may have forgotten to explain it to you clearly before... Sister Weiwei and Huo Feng are not ordinary cultivators. They are gods from heaven."

Du Ximiao never mentioned it on his own initiative, mainly because he was worried about being asked too many questions and getting into trouble.

However, Zhuang Boyan had already seen some "weird things" with them that he had never encountered before, so he would probably be able to accept her original intention of embarking on this path.

"You actually want to take advantage of the situation to consolidate your position among the emperor's sons and daughters?" Zhuang Boyan asked.

Du Ximiao: “…”

She didn’t dare to look at Zhuang Boyan’s inquiring gaze. Why was it different from what she had imagined?

Zhuang Boyan was not angry that she wanted to use divine power to change her fate. Instead, he said earnestly, "In fact, when you embarked on this path instead of continuing to be trapped in the imperial city, perhaps your fate would have changed... Your fate is not in the hands of God, but in your own hands."

"Teacher, I understand what you mean. But I have to believe it. The alchemists in the early years deduced my fate and came to a conclusion that was unfavorable to me. I have nothing, and I don't even have the slightest sign of being an emperor. My other brothers and sisters are more like the emperor's children than I am, and have more hope of achieving greater great things. I really can't accept this."

"Son of the Emperor? This is a blood inheritance, a fact that cannot be changed. You are Princess Tai Yao, the biological daughter of His Majesty."

"I'm not talking about blood, but destiny." Du Ximiao shook his head. "The Analects of Confucius - Yan Yuan once said, 'Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven.' This was one of the things my teacher asked me to recite a few days ago. Since it is destined by heaven, I will ask heaven to help me change my fate so that I can have the same opportunity to do what I want to do."

Zhuang Boyan smiled and said, "In fact, your destiny has always been in your own hands."

Du Ximiao tilted her head and thought, she had always been following her sister, how could she control her own destiny? She still had to rely on sister Weiwei to change her fate!

However, she did not refute, mainly because she was worried that Zhuang Boyan would lecture her on a lot of moral truths, so it would be better for her to just listen quietly and then change the subject.

Du Ximiao often secretly complained about Zhuang Boyan: "He is such a handsome man, but unfortunately he has a mouth and always says things I don't want to hear."

Suddenly, a drop of water fell from the sky.

"Tick."

It fell on Du Ximiao's cheek. She raised her hand to brush it off, then put it in front of her nose and sniffed it, and found that it was actually a drop of water.

"Turns out they are water drops. I thought they were blood." Du Ximiao let out a long sigh. When she turned around to talk to Yuan Xiang and Zhuang Boyan, she found that they were looking up at the sky.

I don't know when countless thick dark clouds gathered in the sky, the wind started to blow, and the rain began to fall...

The raindrops were like sharp blades, cutting through the heavy blood-red fog, successfully finding the right path, and then landing safely.

"It's raining... It's clearly not the birthday of the Three Officials Emperor yet, and the Flower Festival has long passed... What's going on?" Du Ximiao murmured.

"The fog around us seems to be receding!" Yuan Xiang was the first to discover the key point.

The three of them looked at the red fog around them and saw that it was really showing signs of fading, which seemed to be related to the sudden heavy rain.

Du Ximiao ran to look at Wang Wei, who had her eyes closed. Fresh drops of water hung on her eyelashes, which fell quietly to the ground without her noticing and merged with the bluestone pavement soaked by rain.

At the same time, in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Wang Wei hadn't yet realized what had happened outside. She sat on the ground, letting the tears fill her eyes and then flow out.

Huo Feng slowly approached. He didn't understand the whole story, but he recognized the woman standing next to Wang Wei. She looked exactly like Wang Wei. The most obvious difference was the color of her eyebrows and hair.

He had seen her black hair and black pupils once in a dream on the dream ship.

I once thought she was Wang Wei, but it turns out they are not the same person.

He didn't know whether he should go forward, and he didn't know what these things he saw meant.

However, he had never seen Wang Wei's emotions so out of control. Seeing that the lock on his heart had been removed was also a temporary victory.

But this time, she didn't care about it at all.

I don’t know if it’s because releasing emotions is also a kind of fatigue, but Wang Wei just ignored it and lay down.

There were also stars twinkling in the sky in the sea of ​​consciousness, and several beams of blue-green lightning flashed across the sky.

She stared blankly, not moving at all.

Huo Feng stood behind and watched for a while. Seeing that she was still lying quietly, he walked forward without hesitation.

He leaned down in front of her head, and their eyes met. They stared at each other for a long while without breaking the silence.

Only the heart beside him was beating silently.

The silence speaks.

At least the heart's reaction is realistic enough.

Her heart had gradually calmed down, but the tears hanging on her eyelashes had not yet fallen, and the hairline beside her ears had already been soaked by the tears that kept sliding down from the corners of her eyes.

Huo Feng raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheek, but she grabbed his hand. Huo Feng leaned over and knelt in front of her head, staring at her quietly.

He couldn't help himself, lowered his head, and gently kissed her between the eyebrows.

Wang Wei's eyes were flushed red. She raised her hand and touched Huo Feng's cheek, then she grabbed the back of Huo Feng's neck.

Their noses collided, their lips touched, and Huo Feng's eyes opened slightly... After a moment of surprise, he no longer hesitated, but responded actively.

After a long time, the two slowly separated.

After a few soft gasps, Wang Wei sat up and leaned on Huo Feng as if to relieve herself of all the stress. Huo Feng embraced her, and seeing that she was still sinking in the whirlpool of emotions, he took the lead in speaking and broke the silence.

"Master, we agreed to give and take, and you owe me one again."

Wang Wei opened her arms and sat up, her face full of confusion and surprise. She obviously didn't expect Huo Feng to say this.

After taking a few breaths, Huo Feng said, "It was Master who started this good thing. If this is the case, the rules should continue."

Wang Wei pursed his lips and finally chuckled.

"I didn't realize you were such a fussy person."

“After all, the master is in a superior position, and he must have his own considerations when doing things. As an apprentice, I naturally have to obey the master’s arrangements and carry forward the good traditions.” Huo Feng emphasized the word “good”.

"Carry it forward?" Wang Wei raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Then according to what you mean, I and other disciples can also--"

Huo Feng felt both angry and amused by the logic of drawing inferences from one instance to another.

"Master, don't you only have me as your disciple right now? And I'm your last disciple. Where do other disciples come from?"

"Isn't it unfair to set this rule when I was a closed disciple?"

"It's hard to get fairness in everything in the world, and there's no fairness in matters of the heart," Huo Feng said seriously.

"You're right." Wang Wei nodded in agreement. "Matters of love are still too troublesome. Now that the lock is opened, let's see what to do next?"

The topic jumped around like a god flying into the sky and hiding in the earth. Huo Feng was still immersed in it, savoring it carefully, while Wang Wei had already entered the next stage.

"Master, wait a moment!"

Huo Feng called her, "What happened just now? Why did someone who looks exactly like you appear? Who is that person? She appeared in my dream before..."

Wang Wei took a deep breath: "That's my sister."

"Sister?" Huo Feng was a little surprised for a moment. The shadow that emerged in the void was obviously no longer in this world.

He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to continue asking, but Wang Wei took the initiative to reveal the information.

"The one you dreamed about on the Dream Ship before should be her. But you are not you."

Huo Feng was a little confused. His feelings were so real, and each of his five senses was magnified several times. How could it not be him?

"Everything you see, your perspective, is me."

"W-what?" Huo Feng couldn't believe it.

"I don't know why this happens, but every time you have this kind of dream, the person in it is me."

Huo Feng was full of surprise, and he began to recall every dream he had.

Wang Wei narrated the story: "The first time you dreamed of a small courtyard with a chessboard, a ginkgo tree, and a spring and spiritual stones, you were seriously injured on the neck, right? At that time, I had been cut in the throat not long ago, and my sister came too late because of the Father God's concern for her, so she couldn't stop it."

Seeing Huo Feng's shock and sadness, she raised her hand and patted his face: "Don't look at me like that. It was a long time ago. I won't die that easily. The people who hurt me have turned into ashes."

"What about the other things? You were hung in a dark room, with wounds all over your body... and bleeding. Is this... really what happened?" He held Wang Wei's hand and gently placed it against his face, his voice trembling as he spoke.

Wang Wei nodded. She had recalled that incident too often recently and didn’t want to mention it for the time being.

"Then... then it was true that you were stabbed through the heart by a sword in the Sutra Repository... and that group of people stuffed snakes into your clothes..." Huo Feng's expression was dazed, and what he revealed was not only the fear as if he had experienced it personally, but also the infinite heartache that rose in his heart.

After all, he was just having a desperate dream, and she was the one who actually experienced these terrible things.

"Those are just small things, and they're all in the past. If you hadn't dreamed about it, I would have almost forgotten about it." Wang Wei's voice was light, and the indifference he revealed was not fake.

"But……"

"No buts. You are not going to sympathize with me just because I told you this, right? If so, I will ruthlessly expel you from the sect."

"But……"

"If I had never been sympathetic."

At least once upon a time, what she wanted was for the gods to submit to her and fear her.

Wang Wei didn't say the second half of the sentence, he just recited it silently in his heart.

After all, appropriate disclosure is a means, and saying too much is stupid and confused.

"Master, I understand." Huo Feng took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Understand what?"

"I will always stand by you."

Wang Wei waved his hand: "I told you this not to ask you to make any choice. But I think I shouldn't hide too much from you. After all, we--"

She whispered in his ear affectionately, and Huo Feng felt a warm breath burning the side of his neck. Apart from that, there was no other movement.

Then Wang Wei stood up and snapped his fingers.

The two's slightly messy clothes were tidied up neatly by a clear spiritual power, as if nothing had happened just now.

The red fog outside has been almost dispelled by the drizzle.

Wang Wei slowly opened his eyes, and Huo Feng followed closely behind him. The two returned to reality from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Sister Weiwei, you guys finally came out. Was it you who caused the rain? It feels like this place is about to be washed away. We are saved!"

Du Ximiao jumped for joy.

"You will know the truth soon." Wang Wei said.