The improved female villains regained their memories.

She was now basically certain that Luo Benmo was a monster, and she was still unclear about her relationship with Yang Pingsheng. If Luo Benmo suppressed her here and stole her Tongchenguang, then she would have really suffered a huge loss today.

A person with ambition can bend and stretch; why bother arguing with a monster like you?

Su Murong used various methods, employing both gentle and soft air, to completely block Luo Benmo's path.

However, Luo Benmo remained unmoved. She sneered and used her hand chop imbued with blood spiritual energy to destroy all of her defenses in one move.

"Don't even think about running away." Luo Benmo pushed off with his feet and flew in front of Su Murong, blocking her escape route, and threw another punch.

"Are you never going to stop?"

Su Murong is really angry now, how come he can't shake him off?

"Fine, if you insist on fighting me to the death, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Su Murong roared and got into a fighting stance:

"Humanity's Deadly Move, Ghost's Sorrow Third Form: Deathly Aura Turns to Ashes!"

She was truly desperate; this time, she unleashed her killing move while shouting its name.

Black energy lingered around Gui Jianchou, then she opened her hands, letting her killing move engulf Luo Benmo like a torrent.

Luo Benmo frowned slightly and dodged away.

Su Murong was stunned.

The fist drew nearer, growing larger and larger in front of her.

boom!

Another solid punch.

----

Tick.

It's raining.

The dark clouds had been gathering here for quite some time because of Luo Benmo, and now a light drizzle had begun to fall.

The soil was soaked by the rain, and the trees were bent over in the wind. Su Murong touched his face with trembling hands and only felt warm liquid.

The liquid, mixed with rainwater, was both hot and cold, and finally fell to the ground.

"I said, shall we continue fighting?"

no respond.

Su Murong coughed. She knew that the other party was also in bad shape. One was a mortal, but he had a bunch of human killing moves. The other was an immortal, but his spiritual root was damaged and he could not exert the strength of an immortal. He could only fight hand to hand.

After probing each other from both sides, the two sides finally erupted after Su Murong took that punch. Su Murong simply abandoned all the other nonsense and used his aura to protect himself, and fought with Luo Benmo.

She couldn't beat them, but she had a lot of medicine.

So now, both of them are down. Su Murong was beaten up, and Luo Benmo was exhausted (he was actually beaten up as well).

As the rain pattered down, Su Murong suddenly chuckled, "I remembered back then, I used to fight with those little boys like this, except they never beat me."

There has still been no response.

With trembling hands, Su Murong took out a pill from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and tentatively said while chewing, "Maybe we can become friends."

This time, the other party responded.

Fuck your mother.

It seems the other person isn't very willing to be friends with her.

It's alright, Su Murong is shameless anyway. She chuckled and said, "You're so angry because you like Yang Pingsheng, right?"

The other side is not responding again.

Su Murong's smile faded slightly, and his face turned serious: "I like him too."

"I'm going to kill you."

A murderous aura flickered in and out, and the man seemed about to get up again.

"No, no, no, sister, I was wrong. You should lie down first, otherwise this will never end."

Su Murong quickly said that she really didn't want to waste any more time with this guy, as it would only drag on forever.

As the saying goes, making friends is not a skill, turning enemies into friends is. Su Murong planned to turn the enemy in front of him into his friend.

When there was still no response from the other end, Su Murong took the initiative to speak:

"You care about him a lot, right? Me too. Actually, from this point of view, neither of us is wrong. It's just that you're a little more possessive than me. But it's okay, sis. You can trust me completely. I'm not here to steal your man. I'm here to join your big family."

"..."

"Sister, you can rest assured. If that brat Yang Pingsheng dares to philander again, I will stand by your side without hesitation. To be honest, we have no conflict of interest; in fact, our interests are aligned."

"..."

"Think about it carefully, we can form an alliance. If others come in the future, you and I, as sisters, will be no match for them. Besides, I'm super skilled, and I can help you push your butt."

"?"

Luo Benmo didn't respond for a long time, probably speechless because of Su Murong. After a long while, she finally said, "Shameless."

"I like him, what's wrong with that? You like him, what's wrong with that? I'm willing to be a junior, to complement my elder sister, what's wrong with that?"

"I just want to be a part of this family!" she cried.

Luo Benmo grabbed a rock and threw it at him: "Shut up."

boom.

Su Murong calmly wiped the blood from his forehead and popped a pill into his mouth.

She stopped talking.

This person has a terrible temper and isn't easy to communicate with.

She lay on the earthen slope, watching the dark clouds and feeling the drizzle kissing her cheeks.

She thought of Tong Chenguang's trial again and couldn't help but smile.

"Ha, really..."

He stretched out his arms toward the sky, his gaze peering through the gaps.

"What's there to be conflicted about?"

She clenched her fist.

"I have no shame, so I want it all."

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Snapped.

A chess piece is placed.

Suzaku said, "My lord, it's your turn."

The opponent hesitated to make a move, which puzzled Zhuque. He looked up and saw his master gazing thoughtfully at the outside of the railing.

Since returning from the Trial of the Dust and Light, the Lord has been like this for several days in a row. He is always unconsciously distracted, distracted while eating, distracted while refining pills, and now he is even distracted while playing chess with her.

They were on the balcony now, the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Su Murong, adding a touch of worry to her already faint melancholy.

Zhuque coughed lightly: "My lord."

no response.

"Lord."

Still no response.

"My lord!!"

Now that he had a reaction, Su Murong snapped out of his reverie, smiled slightly, and said, "Ah, sorry, I was distracted. Did I win?"

"...How could that be? You're about to lose, and it's your turn."

"……Um."

She conceded defeat, clapped her hands, and said, "I'm not playing anymore, I can't beat you."

"My lord, is something on your mind?"

"No, I was just thinking about some things. I'll be fine once I figure them out."

"Oh……"

Zhuque was still a little worried and was about to ask a question, but Su Murong started to shoo her away: "You can go down now."

"That chessboard..."

"No need to move, I'll clean it up myself."

"……it is good."

Zhuque left, leaving Su Murong alone in the empty room.

Darkness enveloped her, devoid of warmth; her heart trembled uncontrollably, as if soaked in snow water.

She stared blankly at the sky, then at the familiar scene she had long since grown accustomed to seeing—the vendors were packing up their stalls, people who had worked all day were gradually heading home, and the lights in the restaurants were being turned on. Su Murong watched, her eyes slightly lowered, as if waiting for a rain.

"A mysterious figure, the will of Heaven, memory manipulation—what a game this is!"

Su Murong looked at the chessboard and muttered to himself, "What role do I play in this game, and what role does Yang Pingsheng play?"

No one answered.

The moon gradually emerged, its light snickering. The sun set, and darkness embraced her intimately. Gradually, she could see nothing at all, relying solely on the lights of the mortal world to illuminate the darkness within the room.

Yang Pingsheng.

It's something I can't forget.

He's always there for what I want.

Su Murong knew that he had changed.

She has been changed without even realizing it.