After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

"Little brother...don't leave your sister..."

"My sister was wrong..."

In a void of dark tide, Luo Shisan was nearly exhausted. With all her might, she stretched out her two fair but trembling hands with great difficulty and weakness.

Those hands seemed to be desperately searching for a last hope in the darkness, their fingers flexing and stretching frantically, trying to grasp something, but each time they grasped nothing.

Beneath this abyss that seemed capable of swallowing everything, a figure was descending at an uncontrollable speed.

The figure wore a smile that seemed both relieved and helpless. In the endless darkness, the smile appeared so pale and so desolate, heartbreaking to behold.

"don't want!"

"don't want!"

Luo Shisan roared at the top of his lungs, his voice seemingly trying to break through the dark cage, filled with endless despair and fear.

Her heart ached terribly, as if it were being pierced and torn apart by countless sharp blades, each throbbing pain nearly causing her to faint.

That face gradually disappeared from Luo Shisan's sight, completely swallowed up by the merciless tide of darkness.

"No! Little brother!"

Luo Shisan roared with tears streaming down his face, his voice filled with heart-wrenching pain.

Every word was filled with deep pain and reluctance; the mournful voice echoed in the darkness, yet was mercilessly suppressed by the darkness.

But what terrified her even more was that she discovered her memories of Shen Shuchou were fading away in an unstoppable manner.

It was as if an invisible hand, cold and cruel, was gradually altering and removing the images of Shen Shuchou from her mind.

Those once warm and clear memories are now becoming blurred and fragmented, like fragile glass shattering under the merciless force.

"No! Please don't!"

Luo Shisan was terrified. She trembled all over and pleaded humbly.

Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam; her voice was hoarse, yet she continued to plead, trying to stop this terrible ordeal.

But all of this was in vain. In no time, all those precious memories of Shen Shuchou vanished like a dream.

Then came a series of brand-new, unfamiliar images that forcibly occupied the original positions, completely burying the warmth and beauty.

next moment!

Luo Shisan exerted his strength and broke free from the dark tide.

She was breathing heavily, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her hair was sticking messily to her cheeks.

She slowly opened her eyes, a fleeting look of confusion passing through them, her gaze empty.

"You're awake?"

A clear, cold female voice rang in Luo Shisan's ear.

Luo Shisan looked towards the source of the sound and saw Gu Yaohua sitting upright to the side.

She wore an elegant long dress, her face was aloof, and her eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

"aunt!"

Luo Shisan quickly stood up and said respectfully, his voice still weak and trembling.

Gu Yaohua didn't speak, but her cold gaze was fixed on Luo Shisan, as if she wanted to see right through her.

A moment later!

A slight, faint smile played on her otherwise indifferent lips as she said, "Now that you're awake, you should get some rest."

"yes!"

Luo Shisan said respectfully, a hint of awe hidden in his lowered eyes.

Then, Gu Yaohua gracefully rose and slowly left the room.

Her skirt brushed gently against the ground, creating a soft rustling sound.

After he left, Luo Shisan gently rubbed his head, feeling as if a fog had enveloped his mind.

She always felt as if she had forgotten something crucial.

But whenever I try to recall, my thoughts are like being trapped in a muddy swamp; the more I struggle, the deeper I sink.

In the end, I simply stopped thinking about it in detail.

.......

.......

It is early morning outside!

A thin mist, like a veil, blanketed the vast land. The gentle sunlight struggled to penetrate the white mist, but gradually faded within it, leaving only a hazy halo.

A woman dressed in purple appeared silently in front of a pit in the mountains.

Ao Zi's body trembled slightly, each tremor seemingly carrying a deep sense of fear and pain.

She could clearly feel that familiar presence, now mercilessly buried beneath the cold dust.

Ao Zi suddenly unleashed her true energy, which, like agile tentacles, carefully moved the dust in the pit outward little by little.

Every surge of her true energy was imbued with her caution and care, for fear of causing even the slightest harm to the people in the pit.

A moment later!

A figure slowly appeared in her field of vision.

Shen Shuchou's body was covered in dust, which seemed like a heavy shackle, relentlessly covering him.

The blood on his body had long since congealed under the dust, and the mixture of the two created a pungent, suffocating stench.

Ao Zi's eyes welled up with tears.

She pursed her lips, not minding the dirt, and gently lifted Shen Shuchou out of the pit as if he were the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, her figure gradually disappeared into the morning mist.

When they reappeared, they were by a flowing stream.

Ao Zi held a silk handkerchief and gently and slowly wiped away the mud and bloodstains from Shen Shuchou's body.

Her eyes were focused, and every movement was filled with endless tenderness.

A moment later! Under Ao Zi's careful manipulation, Shen Shu Chou's pale and handsome face appeared before her eyes.

Under the halo of light, it appeared so tragically beautiful and heartbreaking, but it had lost its former vitality and energy.

Ao Zi stared intently at that face, speechless for a long time. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only a gentle breeze ruffling her hair.

Finally, she slightly moved her red lips, uttering only two trembling words: "Liar..."

The voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh, yet it was filled with endless complex emotions.

Ao Zi's figure gradually blurred in the sunlight, her beautiful outline becoming indistinct, and then turning into specks of light that rushed into Shen Shuchou's heart.

These fleeting lights eventually coalesced in the depths of my heart into a bead of pure white jade, a bead that was perfectly round and flawless, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.

This was Ao Zi's original dragon pearl. At this moment, Shen Shuchou had no breath left. His body was like a dead, lifeless tree.

Ao Zi couldn't think of any way to bring him back to life for a moment.

Now, she had no other choice but to occupy Shen Shuchou's body in this way to keep him physically intact, hoping for a miracle.

A moment later!

Shen Shuchou's eyes suddenly opened, and his previously dull eyes were now full of life, like stars suddenly shining in the night sky.

That closed heart began to beat powerfully, each beat like a joyous celebration of life, full of strength and hope.

Then, under Ao Zi's control, the scenes of Shen Shuchou's death unfolded before her eyes like a magnificent painting.

Those images, like sharp blades, relentlessly pierced her heart, causing her excruciating pain.

After watching these scenes, a cold light flashed in Ao Zi's eyes, a light filled with endless anger and resentment, like a burning flame.

Ao Zi controlled Shen Shuchou to sit casually on a rock.

She lowered her eyes and muttered to herself, "From the first moment I saw you, I felt sorry for you."

The soft voice came from Shen Shuchou's mouth, as if he were leisurely recalling the scene of their first meeting.

"I never imagined you would end up in such a tragic state." His words were filled with deep regret and helplessness, and his voice was full of sorrow.

"Shen Shuchou, you liar, you big liar, you said you wouldn't lie to the dragon!"

Ao Zi murmured softly, her voice revealing no obvious change in emotion, only a deep sense of loneliness, like the cold wind of late autumn, icy and desolate, making one feel pity.

"Since they look down on you as a mere mortal and arbitrarily take your life, heh..."

Ao Zi chuckled softly, her laughter filled with mockery and disdain.

"Then let me, this dragon, live again for you and trample them all under my feet."

"Shen Shuchou! This is my promise to you."

"From this day forward! I am both Shen Shuchou and Ao Zi of the Dragon Clan."

Ao Zi stretched out her two little fingers and tucked them together, as if she were making a serious agreement. Her expression was somewhat childlike, yet extremely solemn.

Then Ao Zi slowly stood up. She glanced back at the direction of Liqing Shangzong, a chilling killing intent lurking at the corner of her mouth.

A black robe billowed without wind, and in an instant! A terrifying aura of a demonic dragon rippled around her, surging wildly in all directions.

The once calm stream was suddenly whipped into towering waves, surging and crashing, sending pebbles flying like arrows, and uprooting trees from the mountains and forests by this powerful force.

Amidst the swirling dust and sand, Shen Shuchou's figure gradually disappeared from the scene, leaving behind only chaos and devastation.

Little did they know!

At this moment, an unseen pair of eyes in the sky are quietly watching everything.

Shen Shuchou couldn't help but smile bitterly. "I'm already dead, can't you just let my corpse behave itself?"