The improved female villains regained their memories.

Yang Pingsheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

A deep-seated emotion was surging up, causing a rare fluctuation to appear on his face.

"You've finished telling the stories of Mo Chang, Liu Yin, and Murong Xu. What about Su Fengqing and Sikong Xuan?"

"We can talk about these things later... For now, all I want is to stay by your side."

His gaze was fixed on the two figures. Sikong Xuan's tall frame stood like a weathered stone statue, lifeless and still; while Su Fengqing's petite figure stood beside him, her sorrowful eyes staring directly at Yang Pingsheng. Her pale lips trembled slightly, as if a thousand words were stuck in her throat.

“Su Fengqing…Sikong Xuan…”

Yang Pingsheng unconsciously murmured those two names, each syllable seeming to tear at his soul. This was yet another line of blood-stained words etched on the epitaph of his sins, one of the countless tragedies he had personally created in his thousand reincarnations.

Fragments of memory surged forth like a tide, and those scenes he had deliberately forgotten were now clearly appearing before his eyes—the girl's desperate cries, the man's final protection, and his own cold and resolute back.

Something seems to have been triggered.

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Where there is wind, there are memories.

The wind takes everything away, yet it lingers on the past.

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Su Fengqing said that there were rumors that her village had a connection to the immortals, so many gangs came to attack it. Her parents and the villagers all died, and she barely escaped by risking her life.

That statement is a lie.

The deception lies in the fact that the gang attack is fake. If it were a real gang attack, Su Fengqing, with her delicate physique, would have no chance of escaping.

The Eighth World is unlike any other world.

There is no country or home here; the only thing between gangs is profit, and everyone wants to attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven.

Su Fengqing was born with a celestial body. After her parents discovered this, they discussed with the villagers about selling her to a powerful gang in the vicinity.

Su Feng lightly picked some grass, which was called Starfall Grass and was a highly poisonous plant.

She ground the grass into powder and put it into her parents' dinner, poisoning them to death. She didn't even have time to pack her things before fleeing the place overnight.

An endless wind blew, and she ran wildly through the jungle, not knowing where she was going.

The Eighth World is so vast, yet it has no home for her.

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She was exhausted from running, her clothes were tattered, and she had injured her knee from a fall.

She was walking with a limp when a tiger suddenly emerged from the bushes.

Su Feng sighed softly. She didn't know where to go, and her feet hurt terribly, so she simply sat down on the spot.

"Oh tiger, oh tiger, just eat me! I have nowhere else to go, so going into your belly would be fine too."

She looked young and pitiful, but the tiger had no sympathy. It roared and pounced, wanting to have some extra food.

bump!

From then on, a man appeared in Su Fengqing's life.

He was tall and strong, appearing like a small mountain from Su Fengqing's perspective. His body was covered in muscular muscles, and he could kill a tiger with a single punch, treating it like a kitten.

The man looked down; his face was full of fat and expressionless.

Su Fengqing wasn't afraid of him and looked up at him.

"You have nowhere to go?" the man asked.

He arrived at some unknown time and overheard Su Fengqing's 'last words'.

Su Feng nodded slightly: "Mm."

The man turned around, hoisted the tiger onto his shoulder, and prepared to leave.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and walked back.

He asked, "Want to come with me?"

His voice was deep and dull, just like his appearance, like a stone statue.

Su Feng blinked, looking confused: "Go with you?"

The man nodded silently, waiting for Su Fengqing's response.

Su Fengqing wanted to refuse, but this person exuded an aura that was not to be trifled with, especially the way he killed a tiger with a single punch, which was even more frightening.

She stood up, about to say something, but the man had already thrown away the tiger and picked her up.

"What are you doing?"

The man didn't say anything, he just carried her away.

Her broad arms encircled her, her small hands resting on them.

"I'm not a bad person," the man finally said.

But it was just that one sentence that put Su Fengqing at ease. She gave a soft "hmm" and hugged his shoulders.

That's how she remembered his taste.

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A big house, a brand new bed, and a warm quilt.

Su Feng lay there, feeling as if in a dream.

The door opened, and the man who had taken her back followed behind a woman. That woman was the best person Su Fengqing had ever met—gentle yet with a touch of sharpness, and when she smiled, she could penetrate one's heart.

"My name is Liu Yin." The woman introduced with a smile, "This is Sikong Xuan. We are from the same gang. Don't be fooled by his quiet demeanor; he is actually a good person."

Su Feng hummed in agreement. She didn't want to talk much. She knew the gang's situation better than anyone, and if possible, she didn't want to reveal her physical condition.

Liu Yin sat by her bedside and talked a lot. This woman had a magical charm that made Su Fengqing feel more and more at ease.

Finally, she asked the crucial question: "Xiao Feng, how did you get here?"

Su Feng clenched his fist lightly.

Should I say something, or...?

But at this moment, the man named Sikong Xuan suddenly spoke.

"Boss."

He said, "Let her stay."

He interrupted her, in an almost forceful manner.

Liu Yin paused for a moment, then smiled gently.

"it is good."

And so Su Fengqing stayed with the Mangrove Forest Gang.

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The Mangrove Gang was somewhat different from the gang she had imagined.

In her mind, gangs were synonymous with chaos; wherever there were gangs, there would be bloodshed and fighting.

But it's different here.

Everyone in the Mangrove Forest Gang has their own life. They live peacefully and happily, helping and loving each other.

Su Fengqing was frail and had a youthful appearance. With a little bit of cuteness and charm, the people here accepted her.

Although some people complained to Liu Yin that she was too weak and a complete burden, most people still treated her kindly.

She also learned about the man who had taken her in—a man named Sikong Xuan who was not close to anyone, lived alone deep in the forest, and spent his days with stone locks.

He, along with Jiang Mochang and Yang Pingsheng, were the three main fighting forces of the Mangrove Forest Gang.

"Sikong Xuan? That guy doesn't talk, and he doesn't interact with anyone. He only replies when the leader asks him a question."

"He seems to have a good relationship with that guy named Yang Pingsheng. Apart from Yang Pingsheng, no one else goes to his place."

"Although Brother Sikong looks fierce, he is actually very reassuring. Thanks to him, our gang has been able to survive until now."

Everyone in the Mangrove Gang has a painful past.

They buried their painful past deep in their hearts, banded together, and became what they called family.

After living here for a while, Su Fengqing made up her mind.

She decided to reveal her secret.

If she causes trouble for the people here, then what's the difference between her and those who want to sell her?

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Su Fengqing likes sweet things.

She felt that people should eat more sweets precisely because they live in such a world.

Life in the gang was comfortable, but there was always work to be done. Su Fengqing was weak and couldn't do any heavy work, so everyone was understanding and let her help out at the stove.

When she first made the dessert, she wanted to serve it to Liu Yin, but Murong Xu had something to discuss with her in her room, and she didn't want to disturb her.

She asked the person next to her if they wanted to try some, but the person quickly shook their head, saying they didn't like sweet things.

It wasn't that he didn't like sweets, but rather that it was Su Fengqing's first time making them, and they didn't look very appealing.

Everyone was busy, and Su Fengqing didn't want to bother them with her own affairs, so she shrank into a corner.

Someone stepped through the door and rummaged through the kitchen, looking for something to eat.

Su Feng looked up and saw Sikong Xuan ignoring everyone's opinions and stuffing food into his mouth.

After he finished eating, he asked the others, "Is there anything else to eat?"

Everyone shook their heads. Sikong Xuan had a huge appetite. It wasn't mealtime, and that was all the food they had in the kitchen.

Su Feng glanced at the sweets in her hand, stood up, ran over, and stood in front of Sikong Xuan.

Sikong Xuan looked down at her.

"If you don't mind, please have this."