The improved female villains regained their memories.

She knew with a slight touch that it was her brother crying.

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"Brother, tell me a story about the Lantern Festival."

The story of the Lantern Festival originates from a legend.

In that legend, the fox spirit died unjustly. She kindly helped the scholar, but was abandoned by him and ultimately betrayed by him.

The lantern went out, and the scholar could no longer find his way home.

Later, Wen Shihan learned that Li Chumo had brought this story to the main world with the intention of using it to awaken Yang Pingsheng's memories.

Wen Shihan didn't take the story seriously at first, but later she felt that the story was very similar to their own.

Like all the female villains and Yang Pingsheng's experiences.

But who is the emperor, who is the princess, who is the scholar, and who is the fox spirit—it's all uncertain...

"Brother, who are you? And who am I in your heart?"

Was it an emperor concerned with saving face? A princess completely unaware? A treacherous scholar? Or a loyal fox spirit weeping with blood?

Darkness obscured her eyes.

She saw a vast timeline, reflecting more than ten thousand reincarnations of herself and her brother.

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"Minor Cold".

Suddenly, everything became bright.

She stood in the alley, looking around in confusion.

Where is this?

The alleyways and markets are a microcosm of human life: butchers slaughtering meat, old women selling flower tea cakes, peddlers and laborers, people coming and going—beggars, merchants, officials, children...

As the sun set, the dim light gradually lengthened her shadow.

She saw the man standing in front of her.

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"Xiaohan, here, Grandma specifically asked me to give this to you."

He placed the flower tea cake into her hand.

"Don't run off alone again. It's normal to make mistakes at work. Don't take what they say to heart. You're not alone."

She heard him say, "You still have me."

As the sun gradually sets, the transition between the sun and darkness, the mingling of light and darkness, is what makes it all the more beautiful.

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He always wiped the fog off the windows during the rainy season.

It's like trying to erase layers of old time.

The marks left by fingers

Tiny scars form at dusk.

Years later I returned to the old alley.

The raindrops still maintained their slanted writing posture.

Empty sleeves dangled from the clothesline.

At a certain moment,

I had the illusion that it was his unfinished farewell.

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Wen Shihan thought that this redemption existed, no matter how much deception or darkness there was.

Otherwise, how could she have made the same choice in over ten thousand reincarnations?

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She opened her eyes; her body had already been reassembled.

The divine sense returned, but the person he longed for did not come back.

The experiment failed; sharing the same essence is indeed impossible.

That person was no longer there; all that remained was a pool of blood.

Wen Shihan looked at the pool of blood and smiled slightly.

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Without hesitation, she used the True Mark of the Great Dao to erase herself, thus completing her suicide.

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She ultimately could not tolerate the idea of ​​immortality being solely hers.

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Hate is like salvation, love is like an eternal night.

If we meet again with a smile, can we make this a happy ending?

Unlock Yang Pingsheng/Wen Shihan's exclusive ending: If there is no love or hate, there is no rest of life.

Chapter 776 I am the only one born

"Brother, shall I protect you from now on?"

Despite her words of protection, Wen Shihan arrived riding the Candle Dragon World, her power undiminished, looking as if she wanted to devour Yang Pingsheng.

The Taixu space is in a terrible state of disrepair, and it is now being maintained entirely by Yang Pingsheng using the earth's veins. While dodging Wen Shihan's attacks, he reminded her, "Xiaohan, Ling Tiandu just attacked me, and Ye Buxin has not yet been dealt with. There is no benefit to us fighting each other now."

“I have never thought about fighting with my brother, and I will not fight with my brother,” she said. “I only want my brother to be safe, nothing more.”

The blood-red world was split in two, cutting off Yang Pingsheng's escape route.

The origin of the world can actually be used in this way? Yang Pingsheng was astonished. Wen Shihan hadn't been at Jixia Academy for very long, yet she had already reached this level?

Their learning ability is almost too incredible.

He had nowhere to hide and was forced to confront the figure immersed in a world of blood.

"Xiao Han, is it really true between us?" he asked.

Wen Shihan's fingertips trembled slightly.

She slowly raised her eyes, which seemed to see through everything, and her gaze fell on her brother as if it were a tangible thing.

The crimson light of the Candle Dragon World cast an eerie glow upon her, giving her profile a hazy blush.

"..."

After a long silence, she suddenly spoke softly:

"When I conquered the world of Zhulong, I had a very, very long dream."

Her voice was so soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing something, or as if she were immersed in some distant memory.

Her slender fingers unconsciously caressed her clothes, the blood and yin energy mixed together, the dark red color resembling the appearance of congealed blood.

“There is a world in my dream…” Wen Shihan’s eyelashes cast dappled shadows in the moonlight. “I have eternal life, while my brother… is as fragile as a mortal.”

She suddenly looked up, a chilling obsession flashing in her eyes:

"If it were such a world... I would do everything in my power to make sure my brother and I share eternity..." Her voice grew softer and softer, "Would my brother... stop me?"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

“Yes, right? I think so too.” Wen Shihan said, “But a dream is a dream after all. In reality, I want to walk the unfinished path for my brother now. My identity has changed, and my brother has no need to stop me.”

She raised the ring-pommel sword in her hand, and a blood-red world formed an encirclement, pressing in.

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Warm in nature, but cold in reality.

Just like her name, she has never changed from then until now.

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To her surprise, Yang Pingsheng did not resist.

Before the blood-red world engulfed him, the sharpness in his eyes had faded away, leaving only the tenderness she hadn't seen in a long time, as if he had returned to the day he first met her in the alley many years ago.

"Okay, I see."

Wen Shihan looked at his calm face with puzzlement. He looked at her like that for a long time, and then smiled and said, "I knew Xiaohan would be like this."

"Whatever you do, I will accept it. After all, our fates have been intertwined since then. I hope that in the future, we will only have love and not hate."

"Xiaohan, I..."

Wen Shihan didn't understand what he was trying to say.

But it doesn't matter what he wants to say, because she won't listen anyway.

The crimson tide surged in, drowning the man's words and figure.

“Brother, I understand what you’re trying to say.”

Wen Shihan slowly walked out of the blood-red world and stood tall in Taixu.

She gave a soft, cold laugh and sheathed her knife.

"But I'm different from you; I don't care about your hatred."

"Because whether it's love or hate, it's still your emotion."

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More than ten thousand cycles.