The improved female villains regained their memories.

The leaves of the mangroves turn a deep, dark green at night. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows, and the leaves rustle softly. The scattered red flowers, like elves' flames in the dark night, appear and disappear among the dense foliage.

The water shimmered under the moonlight, reflecting the shadows of the mangroves. From time to time, the croaking of frogs and the chirping of insects could be heard in the mangrove marshes. In the distance, fireflies could be seen flitting and dancing among the mangroves, their twinkling lights like stars fallen from the sky, flickering among the branches of the mangroves.

Sikong Xuan stood by the stone lock, without saying a word.

"Escape or suppression are not ways to become stronger."

A voice rang out, and he turned his head to see Yang Pingsheng.

He leaned against a large tree, dressed in black, blending perfectly into the surrounding darkness, like a king of the night.

Why are you here?

"I'm here to comfort you."

"......"

“I once had a friend who I asked what love was. He said he wasn’t interested in love; it was too vague and ethereal. Only strength mattered.”

Sikong Xuan's face showed emotion, and he unconsciously became more talkative: "That sounds like something I would say."

Yang Pingsheng smiled, then suddenly cut to the chase: "Do you like Su Fengqing?"

"...Why ask this question?"

“I want to know the answer. Actually, in principle, there is nothing between you and Su Fengqing. You just saved her. For you, strength is everything, but you are willing to eat her food, care about her affairs, and even stay by her side like a pervert when she is uneasy.”

"Didn't you say that only strength matters?" Yang Pingsheng asked, "Then what are you doing?"

Sikong Xuan remained silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," he said. "When I see Su Fengqing, I lose control of myself, like when I lose control of my power during cultivation... I..."

"You ask me if I like her or not, I don't know. My reason tells me I shouldn't like Su Fengqing, after all, there's really nothing between us. But emotionally, I just can't control myself..."

"I don't know, I don't understand."

Sikong Xuan frankly stated:

"I don't understand, should I like it or not?"

Even without memories, after so many reincarnations, does the soul develop inertia?

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly.

“My friend told me that love is meaningless, but I don’t think so.”

"Love exists because of human emotions; if it exists independently of people, it naturally has no meaning."

"But once love and a person come together, love takes on meaning for that person."

Yang Pingsheng said, "So there's no need to suppress yourself, Sikong Xuan. You should understand that in this world, without the chance to become an immortal, cultivation is futile. But because of your own existence, cultivation has meaning."

He paused, then said, "Perhaps the pursuit of meaning is meaningless in itself."

Chapter 755 I Despise the Grave Named "Like"

Is that how it is?

Was all the repression and escapism in the past meaningless?

When faced with a conflict between reason and emotion, which should we rely on?

Sikong Xuan looked up at the sky and then at the earth.

Heaven and earth cannot provide an answer.

But my own soul has already answered everything.

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"I understand, thank you," Sikong Xuan said sincerely.

"I'm the one who should thank you," Yang Pingsheng said. "Thanks to you, I've finally figured some things out."

The power of love is truly great, Yang Pingsheng thought. Even though Sikong Xuan had lost her memory, the more than a thousand reincarnations still made him fall in love with her without hesitation.

As Yang Pingsheng was about to leave, Sikong Xuan suddenly called out to him, "Pingsheng, I still want to know, how did you know I don't like sweets?"

He had lost his sense of taste for a long time, so long that he himself could hardly remember it.

He asked Yang Pingsheng, "Have we known each other before?"

Do you know each other?

Yang Pingsheng smiled and said, "Perhaps. You'll find out later."

He paused, then said, "Sikong Xuan, if there's a chance, I'd like you to tell Su Fengqing."

"If she finds out anything important in the future, especially about me, I hope she won't tell."

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Family Reunion Day.

This day is an important festival for both the Eighth World and the Mangrove Community.

Because today is also Liu Yin's birthday.

Su Fengqing got up early in the morning. She wanted to go find Sikong Xuan, but because of what happened that night, she ultimately stopped herself.

So she went to the kitchen ahead of time to prepare tea and snacks for everyone.

Murong Xu followed behind Liu Yin, arranging the family dinner for the evening. The others gathered in Liu Yin's room, sitting in their seats as always, eating the tea and snacks prepared by Su Fengqing.

Murong Xu was running around arranging everything, and would come over from time to time to entertain them, making him unable to tell whether this was Liu Yin's room or his own.

After he finished his work and sat down, he said casually, "Sorry, I was too busy. Don't mind me, just keep talking."

This person truly considers themselves the master of this place.

Qi Feng nestled in Su Fengqing's arms. Because of Sikong Xuan's matter, Su Fengqing seemed somewhat absent-minded. After preparing tea and snacks for everyone, she sat in the corner with Qi Feng in her arms and didn't say a word for a long time.

Jiang Mo often handed her things, and she would just say thank you and then continue to stare blankly.

The atmosphere was strange, and Murong Xu noticed it. He looked at Sikong Xuan, then at Su Fengqing, and asked, "Did you two have a fight?"

"Huh?" Su Fengqing realized what was happening and quickly shook her head, "No, no, why would Brother Murong ask that?"

Sikong Xuan drank his tea without saying a word.

"I might have low emotional intelligence, but I'm not blind." Murong Xu sat down next to Sikong Xuan and put her arms around his neck. "You really didn't have a fight?"

Sikong Xuan did not resist, put down his teacup, and squeezed out a "hmm".

Murong Xu turned to Su Feng and called out softly, "Hey, Xiao Feng, if this guy bullies you, tell me."

"No, Brother Sikong didn't bully me." Su Fengqing hurriedly waved his hand.

Murong Xu pursed her lips, muttered something, and released Sikong Xuan.

His antics improved the atmosphere considerably. Sikong Xuan shared his recent insights into cultivation, Su Fengqing shared her tea and snack making experience, Jiang Mochang talked about his latest talisman, and even Yang Pingsheng said a few words about his thoughts on the development of the gang.

Everyone chatted freely, regardless of where they came from.

Liu Yin walked in and saw everyone chatting, and smiled gently.

"Everyone, today is Family Reunion Day," Liu Yin said with a smile. "Family Reunion Day is a day for families to get together. To me, you are my family, so at least today, let's put aside all the messy things and have a happy holiday."

“Exactly, exactly.” Murong Xu nodded in agreement: “You guys are having a boring chat, always talking about cultivation, talismans, and all sorts of nonsense. Can’t you talk about something more romantic?”

Sikong Xuan glanced at him: "You start."

"Me starting? Then I love you."

"roll."

Murong Xu's antics made everyone laugh.

Yang Pingsheng looked at Liu Yin, who also covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Family Reunion Day is a day for families to get together.

Su Fengqing glanced at Sikong Xuan secretly.

She really wanted to say that it didn't matter if he couldn't understand her feelings, as long as he was still willing to eat her food in the future, she would be very happy.

She... is actually very easy to please.

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As the sun sets, a banquet is set up along the river to the ancient trees.

Even the birthday celebrant, Liu Yin, showed obvious signs of fatigue after such a long preparation for the banquet.

But she didn't want to spoil everyone's fun, so she kept a gentle smile on her face.

The table closest to the ancient tree was Yang Pingsheng's table. Murong Xu patted Liu Yin's shoulder and said in a rare gentle voice, "Go make a wish. Everyone is preparing to give you a birthday present."

Liu Yin turned around and followed the river, seeing pairs of expectant eyes.

They are all the weak in this world, but because of Liu Yin, they have a place in this dog-eat-dog world.

The five people at the table are all powerful individuals, but they are also here because they are burdened by a heavy past.

For them, the mangroves are their home.

It's time to make a wish.

The ancient, towering tree has witnessed countless seasons. The marks of time are deeply etched on its rugged trunk, and its bark is mottled, like the face of an old man who has experienced many hardships. Every crack tells a story of past storms.

Its canopy is broad and dense, like a giant umbrella, providing shelter for the creatures below.

Liu Yin knelt under the tree and made her birthday wish for this year.

Then, she got up and, as always, tied a red ribbon to the branch.

Having done all this, she turned to face the crowd of people who were looking at her expectantly, and amplified her voice with her spiritual energy:

"Happy holidays, everyone. The Mangrove Forest Gang will always be your home."

Su Fengqing's nose felt a little sore, and she subconsciously numb it.

Family.

Yes, the Mangrove Forest Gang will always be home for these homeless people.