The improved female villains regained their memories.

A few days later, a coalition of various gangs launched a general offensive against the Mangrove Gang.

Even though the Mangrove Forest Gang made many preparations, even though Jiang Mochang risked his life to create many talismans, even though the Mangrove Forest Gang was united, even though...

Even though they had done so much, the group, twisted by their desires, still stormed into the mangrove forest.

Blood was spilled in every corner, making the red leaves even redder, and the stench lingered in the air, unyielding to the wind.

Liu Yin and Murong Xu led the people who were no longer able to fight back to the vicinity of the ancient tree, while Sikong Xuan, Jiang Mochang, and Yang Pingsheng each led a team that was still able to fight to resist the gang alliance.

Everyone was blinded by rage, and amidst the clash of spiritual energies, everyone lost their reason.

boom!

Covered in wounds, Sikong Xuan was half-dead, and the stone lock he wielded smashed the heads of the surrounding enemies.

Jiang Mo often wears amulets that enhance spiritual energy, causing various colors of light to emerge as he uses different amulets to annihilate his enemies.

Yang Pingsheng, relying on his strong defense, charged directly into the enemy crowd.

The two sides fought fiercely in the dark, and when their spiritual energy ran out, they used weapons; when their weapons were damaged, they used their fists.

Blood seeped into the river, turning it a deep crimson.

The battlefield, a scene of carnage, was a chaotic free-for-all. Spiritual energy and weapons clashed together, producing clanging sounds that sent sparks flying with each impact. The cacophony of sounds painted the sky a blood-red hue.

The corpses lay scattered about, some already cold and stiff, others still groaning in pain. Blood pooled in streams, forming pools in the low-lying areas. Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, carrying a nauseating stench of blood.

Just like in my dream.

Su Feng raised his head slightly, feeling the stench of the wind blowing past.

She clenched her fists and walked step by step into the battlefield.

The sharp-eyed Jiang Mochang spotted the newcomer immediately and roared, "What are you doing here? Go back!"

Sikong Xuan ripped open the belly of the enemy in front of him with a single punch, and his pupils contracted when he saw the newcomer.

It was Su Fengqing.

She stood on a rock, holding a knife, and looked sadly at the crowd.

"Little Wind".

"Su Fengqing!"

Liu Yin and Murong Xu called out and rushed over, but it was clearly too late.

"Stop fighting. The immortal destiny you want is yours."

She slashed her arm open with a knife.

Blood dripped down his arm, and an unusual aura carried on the wind across the battlefield.

"Wait, this aura..."

"This girl has a naturally divine body; she's destined for immortality. The rumors are true!"

"Catch her!"

Crimson blood dripped onto the stone and flowed down that pale arm, a horrifying sight.

The crowd swarmed in, but the spiritual energy flowing in the air suddenly exploded the next moment.

A white light engulfed everything, trees crumbled, and explosions blanketed the entire battlefield, turning everything into smoke and debris.

Before her consciousness faded, she looked at Sikong Xuan one last time.

"Brother Sikong, I..."

The white light drowned out her words.

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She felt so light, like the wind.

Consciousness gradually rose, looking down at the earth.

She saw her body go limp and saw Sikong Xuan holding her.

so cold.

When she felt cold, Su Fengqing suddenly regretted it.

The poison planted years ago has finally taken effect today.

She only realized it at the moment her soul ascended to heaven.

It turns out that my soul loves Sikong Xuan so much.

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The wind gently caressed her, carrying a sense of homecoming.

That's the result of accumulating affection over a very long time.

It has accumulated over a thousand cycles of affection.

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Everything below was changing, but Su Fengqing could do nothing about it.

She could only watch.

Watching Yan Yong launch his final attack, watching the green figure descend, watching Qi Feng die, watching Liu Yin desperately activate the female protagonist's power and kill Yan Yong.

It seems the wind has picked up.

She felt the wind blowing against her face.

They brought her back, along with all her memories.

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The first time I met Sikong Xuan was not at the Red Forest Gang.

She was sent to a nearby gang by her parents and the villagers, and on the way, she encountered a gang fight.

The person who was escorting her abandoned her and ran away. She was terrified and helpless, and could only cower in the sedan chair, trembling with fear.

The melee ended, everyone was dead, only one strong man stood up.

He walked over and looked down at her.

Then, without saying a word, he picked her up and left.

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Later she learned that his name was Sikong Xuan.

He was straightforward and quick-tempered. Because he was not good at speaking, many people disliked him. When gang members fought amongst themselves, they framed him, saying that he was an informant for another gang. In a fit of rage, he killed that person and truly betrayed the gang.

He was all alone, but now that he had taken in Su Fengqing, he decided to take her with him.

They traveled to many places together, but because they had too many enemies, it was more like fleeing a disaster than traveling.

Inside a cave, Su Fengqing applied medicine to Sikong Xuan.

Sikong Xuan glanced at her and said, "I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."

Su Feng shook his head: "Without you, I would have died there long ago. There's no question of being implicated or not."

At this point, Su Fengqing said with some sadness, "In the end, it's my fault for dragging you down with me."

She's too weak to be of any help; she can only do small things.

“You are very good,” Sikong Xuan said. “Without you, I couldn’t have persevered.”

He was telling the truth; without Su Fengqing, he wouldn't know the meaning of continuing the fight.

He had been lost and confused ever since he betrayed the gang.

Two homeless people came together and started a homeless family.

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The second time I met Sikong Xuan was in the village.

He wandered into the village and happened to witness the villagers forcing her to marry.

Su Feng cried out, "Please, please don't do this."

But the villagers didn't care about that; they only wanted to use Su Fengqing to exchange for their wealth and status. Even Su Fengqing's parents were trying to persuade him to change his mind.

Sikong Xuan frowned; he couldn't bear to watch this scene.

So he stepped forward and grabbed Su Fengqing's hand, saying, "She doesn't want to, why are you forcing her?"

"What's it to you?" The man looked at Sikong Xuan, who was tall and strong, and was a little intimidated, but when he thought that this was a village, he became tough again: "You outsider, go away. This has nothing to do with you."

"It's ok."

"Of course it doesn't matter, it's none of your business!"

Sikong Xuan raised his fist and knocked him down with a single punch.

Accompanied by shouts of "beating someone!", the villagers immediately gathered around.

"Where did this savage come from?"

"Get out!"

"You nosy dog, get out of our village!"

bump.

Someone hit him on the head with a piece of wood, breaking it in two.

Blood slowly trickled down his forehead.

At this time, Sikong Xuan's spiritual energy was still unstable and had not yet fully formed a protective spiritual energy around him.

But he was no weakling. He coldly looked at the group of people around him and suddenly drew his sword and attacked.

"I'm going to take charge today."

One cut at a time, showing no mercy.

In an instant, the village was awash in blood. Sikong Xuan slaughtered his way from the east end of the village to the west end, leaving a trail of heads and his body covered in blood.