The improved female villains regained their memories.

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Su Murong smiled, just like when he was a child.

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autumn.

The boy started feeling pain again and lay in bed.

Su Murong stayed with him, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding his hand.

The boy asked, "Why do we shake hands?"

“That way I can help relieve your pain,” Su Murong replied with a smile. “That way you won’t be in so much pain.”

"Then don't shake hands."

"why?"

I don't want you to be in pain.

"I'm not in pain," Su Murong smiled. "I'm not in pain at all."

"Then I'm not in pain!"

The boy, covered in sweat, gritted his teeth and answered, "I'm not afraid of pain either."

Fifteen minutes later, he screamed in pain.

After a while, the feeling subsided, and the boy, lying in Su Murong's arms, asked, "Am I going to die?"

Procrastination is just procrastination; the problem remains unsolved, and the boy will die sooner or later.

Su Murong's smile became forced: "You won't."

As if speaking to herself, she murmured, "You won't."

"Ok!"

The boy nodded, then suddenly looked up at Su Murong and said:

"I want to live with Murong forever."

How could it not be worth it?

How could it not be worth it!?

Su Murong wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled:

"Me too."

But the winter winds of that year took away the most important person to her, and now, winter is coming again.

At night, Su Murong stood in the courtyard, looking at the sky.

"God..."

She murmured:

"Please, don't take him away. You're giving him back to me so I can cherish him, right?"

"I swear, I will cherish this opportunity. I will never do bad things again, I will never be disobedient, I will never lie, I will do good deeds, and I will be a good person."

"I only want him..."

The clouds in Zhongzhou were numerous, and Su Murong looked up but could not see the stars.

She simply clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and a happy smile suddenly spread across the face of this girl who had never had a home before. She murmured:

"Home……"

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Winter has arrived as promised.

The girl handed over the red pill.

The loss of a lot of blood and energy made the girl's face pale, but her eyes held a light, and she sincerely hoped that the boy would get better.

The boy hesitated for a moment before taking it, putting it to his lips, but didn't eat it.

他说:

"Xiao Rong, you haven't done anything bad, have you?"

Chapter 177 Torture

Su Murong looked at him.

She looked at the boy in front of her, and he had returned to his original self, without any of the previous care and affection.

In those eyes, there was doubt, confusion, and restlessness—many emotions she didn't understand.

what happened?

Did she do something wrong?

"Why, why do you ask that?" Su Murong's smile was somewhat stiff. "I didn't do anything..."

"But……"

Yang Pingsheng looked at her pills, took a step back, and said somewhat warily, "Why do I smell blood in this medicine?"

He had been a barefoot doctor for ten years and was particularly sensitive to the smell of blood; he recognized the familiar scent of this medicine.

Su Murong was slightly taken aback, but immediately realized that Yang Pingsheng had misunderstood. She explained, "This is Crimson Blood Grass, not human blood. You know me, I would never do such a thing."

"But it really does smell like human blood..."

"No, Pingsheng, don't think of me like that, I..."

Suddenly, Su Murong froze.

A chill ran up her spine and crashed into her brain. Her thoughts were frozen, almost frozen, and she could only stare blankly at the pill in her hand, letting herself be swallowed up by the fear in her heart.

"This, this is..."

Because he couldn't frequently enter and leave the inner palace, Su Murong always conducted transactions with the Empress's subordinates.

Su Murong's talent for alchemy was average, but the pills used to suppress the plague were of high quality. The trader suggested that instead of trading for Crimson Blood Grass, they could simply refine the pills directly from their side. Su Murong compared his own pills with the ones they refined several times and found that the latter's effects were indeed quite good, so he agreed.

Until now...

Cold sweat broke out on Su Murong's forehead. She suddenly gave an extremely ugly smile, said, "Go back and wait for me," and then flew away on her sword.

Watching Su Murong's departing figure, Yang Pingsheng's expression was complicated.

"system."

"Ok?"

"That medicine..."

"Yes, your feeling is correct, it is indeed a medicine made from human blood."

The system's voice sounded, sometimes near, sometimes far: "And it's not ordinary human blood, it's the blood of young boys and girls."

Yang Pingsheng's expression changed drastically: "Could it be that Su Murong has been feeding me this medicine all along?"

"Yes."

"What exactly is she trying to do? Didn't you say she doesn't care about me?"

"Yes, she doesn't value you, but as I said, there's something she needs that she can only get from you. I just don't know what she wants."

After saying that, the system sighed softly, its tone filled with pity: "You know, she's a female villain. Even if she bows her head or softens her heart for a moment, she can never change her nature."

More than a decade ago, a little girl was born.

Like countless other children, she was born and grew up in an ordinary way, without ever displaying any special talents.

But unlike ordinary children, she always looked up at the sky, and no matter how much suffering she went through, the light in her eyes never disappeared.

Her talents were mediocre, except for her exceptional talent in popularity-based talisman drawing, so the system disabled her popularity-based talisman drawing skills. She was born into a lowly family, and only by encountering a benefactor could she access a larger platform, so the system dismantled her team.

Gui Jianchou, Su Rouxue, Qian Mo, Ying Zaitian—everyone around her and who had helped her was dead. Even the data containing Gui Jianchou's life's work on her talisman was burned. Yet, even so, the system still dared not underestimate her, and the world still feared her.

Even at this point, the light in her eyes hadn't disappeared.

A shameless person never gives up just because they fall.

Failure, humiliation, and depravity may control her for a time, but they cannot control her forever. As long as she is alive, she will continue to live shamelessly in this world, stubbornly gazing at the sky.

But the world couldn't kill her, so it could only keep targeting her spirit, determined to extinguish the light in her eyes.

Even after a loved one died, there was still no despair.

Even though the future is gone, there is still no despair.

Since that's the case, then let you destroy what you care about most with your own hands, and let you, who are well-versed in human nature, discover that you have become the worst person.

You're shameless, you're brazen, and you refuse to give up.

Okay, no problem.

I have cut off all your options. With no other choice, you have no choice but to take that step.

As long as you still care about him, you will definitely take that step.

And when you take that step, that's when you're completely desperate.

The system considered the end of the plan, which made things somewhat complicated, but unfortunately, it couldn't express it.

All it can say is, "Profit is paramount; she saved you because there's still something in it for her."

"If that's the case, then even if you kill me, it won't change anything."

No, things will change.

The system's statement was resolute:

"Because she was the one who made the choice."

“You have what she wants, and that is her greatest interest.”