The improved female villains regained their memories.

High above in the distant sky, something is watching all of this.

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"There's little hope left. Heaven's decree has been issued. Brother, I'm afraid the Heavenly Court is..."

"I know."

As soon as Qing Tian arrived at the door, he heard the conversation between the two people inside.

She pushed the door open and went in. The man's face stiffened for a moment. Qing Tian recognized him. He was a follower of Song Qihao and a member of the Leng family.

He saw Qing Tian, ​​felt a little embarrassed, lowered his head and walked out. After he left, Song Qihao forced a smile and looked at Qing Tian: "Qing Tian, ​​are you hungry?"

"Ah."

"I'll take you to get something to eat."

"Ah."

"Come on, let's hold hands."

"Ah."

The two held hands and walked out, all the way to the outskirts of the city.

In the mountains and forests, the flames of the campfire leaped and burned, and the fat of the slaughtered pheasant dripped onto it. Qingtian watched longingly, calling out as always, "Hungry."

"It'll be ready soon."

Song Qihao smiled and, after the meat was cooked, he divided it among Qingtian. It was at this moment that he remembered the first time he met Qingtian.

"Do you remember, Qingtian, when we first met, you ate my barbecue?"

"Yes, I remember."

Qing Tian looked very happy, his eyes and brows even brightened: "It's delicious, I like it very much."

Song Qihao said with a smile, "I'll grill it for you when I have time in the future."

Qingtian was even happier: "Yes!"

Song Qihao extended his hand, and Qing Tian did the same, the two making a pinky promise as they always did.

Withdrawing his hand, Song Qihao suddenly fell silent. He grilled the meat, the shadows cast by the flames covering his face. Idealism and naivety alternated before him, only to be shattered by reality at times. He looked at the flames, letting them reflect in his pupils, and murmured, "Heaven, heaven, where is there any heaven in this world..."

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Song Qihao ultimately betrayed his promise.

"Heaven, from this day forward, you are free."

“Look carefully.” He took out a black flag and waved it. “See? This is the color of the flag I’m waving. But it’s not temporary; it’s permanent. From now on, you are free. You don’t need to follow me anymore.”

Qing Tian understood. For the first time, she felt fear. She couldn't understand why this was happening. She tried to hold Song Qihao's hand, but he dodged her.

"What are you doing here? Can't you see the color of the flag I'm holding? I told you to get lost!!"

He roared and tried to kick Qingtian again, but was knocked down by the protective demonic energy. He then roared, "Haven't you seen enough of my pathetic state? Get out, I'll make you get out!"

The heavy rain poured down, and the blue sky withdrew its hand and left.

The waving black flag was deeply imprinted in her heart, and she could not shake it off.

The man, lying in the rain, watched the green dress disappear into the rain curtain, closed his eyes, and prayed, "Blue Sky, you are free, you are free, Blue Sky."

From that day on, the blue sky was free.

The freedom to go from two people to one.

No one grills meat for her anymore, and no one feeds her chicken.

That is the freedom called solitude.

Chapter 263 Love

It was a sunny day, and the Demon Mountain was bathed in sunshine as always.

Deep in the dense forest, sunlight filters through the thick foliage, casting dappled shadows, like a beautiful painting on nature's palette. The lush green trees intertwine to create a vibrant world, where birds sing merrily in the branches and insects leap and dart among the leaves, forming a harmonious and symbiotic ecological scene.

The wind in the forest carried a chill, and the jungle rustled as a wild field mouse darted past.

"Hiss."

"Squeak squeak squeak!!"

The field mouse let out a pitiful cry, as if it sensed some kind of threat approaching. It kept crying out, but the potential threat didn't care at all. In the blink of an eye, the field mouse had disappeared from the spot.

Qingtian's figure emerged from the jungle. Her throat bobbed, something went down, and she wiped her mouth, looking like she hadn't had enough.

"Hungry."

Even after all these years, she still can't change her habit of constantly complaining of hunger.

The queen was hungry, and the surrounding snakes suddenly went berserk. In an instant, screams echoed around the demon mountain as the rats scattered and fled, only to be strangled to death by the snakes.

"Hiss."

A snake demon that had not yet fully transformed presented the rat respectfully. Qingtian picked it up and swallowed it in large gulps.

With her cheeks bulging, she swallowed with satisfaction, a look of wistfulness on her face.

"I want to, I want to..."

She misses her youth.

Even after all these years, she still vividly remembers the boy waving the black flag. She is now free and no longer needs to stay by the boy's side.

She has already become the master of Demon Mountain and the demon king of the snake horde. She hasn't encountered any bottlenecks in her cultivation level, so what else could she be dissatisfied with?

Actually, there's more—

There was also a small courtyard bathed in sunlight, where an old hen clucked and flapped its wings. The boy had grown into a young man, dressed in a simple blue robe, his clothes neat and tidy, his features handsome and refined. Every gesture he made was like a beautiful scroll slowly unfolding, depicting a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

The former leader of demon training stood there with an imposing air, and she stood beside him, looking up at him as always.

His appearance in the sunlight...

"Waaah..."

Qing Tian patted her head; for some reason, she couldn't quite remember what Song Qihao looked like.

"Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!"

Among the snakes, a snake demon reported that humans had broken into the northern part of Demon Mountain.

Demon Mountain is Qing Tian's territory. Since Qing Tian rose to power, she has led the snake clan to occupy the entire Demon Mountain. Since she occupied it, few humans have entered. The only human cultivators who broke in were crushed into pieces by Qing Tian for killing snake demons.

"Fizz!"

More and more snake demons reported that the person who came seemed to be a cultivator. Qing Tian dared not be negligent and rode his qi to rise up and head north.

To the north of Demon Mountain, the forest sways in the wind, rippling like green waves. Several carriages are parked on a narrow path, and servants are constantly carrying boxes down from them.

The carriage curtains are decorated with golden dragon and auspicious cloud patterns. The most luxurious carriage, in addition to the patterns, also features various carved images, each a mythical beast from ancient texts, carved with a unique technique, giving it a distinctive charm.

A gust of wind blew by, and Qingtian stood on the tree, watching them.

A man was getting off the carriage.

They parted in the rain years ago, and today they finally reunite under the sun. Back then, the two walked hand in hand, fought against powerful enemies, waded through waves, saw the sunrise and the stars at night. The bond between the demon trainer and the demon beast is no less than that of others.

That's why the image of the black flag waving back then is so unforgettable.

"Xiao Xiao—"

The horse shook its head and snorted. The man, standing on the hard ground, seemed to sense something and shouted towards the tree:

"The blue sky."

He wore a light blue-white long robe, dressed impeccably, with dark silk threads embroidered on the sleeves. He was a gentleman, exactly the kind of man I longed for.

Memories and reality collide; the boy from back then has come looking for her.

Qingtian jumped down from the tree, stood at the crossroads not far away, tilted his head, and looked at him.

An overwhelming pressure swept over them. Qingtian's realm was now unfathomable. Cultivating both demonic and spiritual energy, she was gradually ascending to the pinnacle of the world and growing into an unparalleled great demon. Faced with such a figure, the servants who were carrying boxes all changed their expressions and retreated.

However, the boy did not. He still smiled gently and walked towards her.

"Qingtian, I'm back."

"I'm sorry, I had no choice but to drive you away back then. Now, I've come to find you."

"Are you angry with me? It's okay, I've come to you this time to make up for my mistake."

The boy spoke and walked forward.

He raised his hand to place it on Qingtian's head, but Qingtian took a step back, avoiding the boy's touch.

The boy paused, a hint of melancholy on his face: "You're really angry with me? Qingtian, I know I was wrong in many ways. Back then, I had no choice..."

As the boy spoke, he raised his hand again. This time, Qing Tian reacted even more violently, slapping his hand away.

"Heaven, why..."

The boy lowered his hand, his expression one of dejection.

Don't you want me anymore?

Are you going to abandon me?

"Can we never go back to the way things were?"

The wind picked up again in the woods, the shadows of the trees swayed, the sunlight was warm, and the blue sky looked at the boy, saying each word clearly: "Go on..."

past.

She sat on the steps by the door, resting her chin on her hand, waiting for the boy's return. He always brought her all sorts of delicious food when he came back from the academy, so she loved his return. Because whenever he came back, she could call out the familiar line, "Hungry!" And whenever that happened, the boy would smile, pat her head, and whisper, "Okay..."

He could cook all sorts of delicious food. Later, he fought alongside the boy in the academy against various demon races. After each victory, the boy would take him out for barbecue, shopping, and buy him food, clothes, and other necessities. He would then instruct him on what to say to different people, and not to go too far in the next competition, and so on...

When the boy touches her, he will first gently rub her head, and then slowly stroke her head. At this time, she will close her eyes and show an expression of enjoyment. If he suddenly stops touching her, she will get angry, but she will not scold him or hit him. She will just sit to the side in a huff and wait for the boy to spend more time on her in order to coax her.

That period was the happiest, most joyful, and most beautiful time for Qing Tian. Unlike the coldness of the snake swarm, the boy gave her warmth, trust, and so much more...

Love.