The improved female villains regained their memories.

The mysterious man may not know what that memory means to Wen Shihan, but Wen Shihan knows.

She always knew—

"Xiao Han, why are you hiding here all alone again? What happened?"

"I am fine."

"You're injured? How did you get hurt?"

"I wanted to help you, brother, but... I'm sorry, brother, I'm just clumsy."

"It's okay, come on."

The boy opened his hands, his gentle smile the best he could have looked under the sunlight, and in his broad palm was half a tea cake.

"Eat up." It was still a gentle smile. "This is your favorite."

Wen Shihan stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the tears sliding down his cheeks, icy cold, and he couldn't control himself.

The boy reached out his hand, and she reached out hers as always. The two held hands and walked back to their home.

"Speaking of which, Xiaohan."

"Ok?"

Why do you like eating flower tea cakes?

"Because...it's very sweet."

"There are so many sweet foods, why do you like this one in particular?"

"Because, because..."

The story begins in that alley.

That day, the starving girl chased after half a flower tea cake into the alley, but before she could even enjoy it, she noticed someone standing at the entrance of the alley.

To prevent her food from being taken away, she impulsively punched the sleeping stray dog ​​next to her, snatched its bone, and hid the flower tea cake in her pocket.

She was praying, praying to God that the other side hadn't seen the food she had hidden. Otherwise, she really would have died. She was starving, too weak to fight or run away. If the last food was stolen, she would definitely die here.

She wanted to taste the flower tea cake, even just one bite would be nice.

However, her fears did not come true; the boy told her:

"Come with me. I am just one person in this world, so you don't have to do anything. Just come with me and I won't be lonely."

"Shall we go?"

From then on, she knew that flower tea cakes must be sweet.

puff.

A ring-pommel sword pierced through Black Horned Mang's chest.

His eyes widened, his body trembled, and he turned his head slightly in disbelief: "How...how could this be..."

"...Take away my memories?"

Wen Shihan's true form emerged from the shadows behind the Black Horn, standing there, gripping the hilt of her knife, muttering to herself, her eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Don't even think about it.

Her face was contorted with rage as she slowly channeled the Yin energy from her hands into it.

"No one can take Xiaohan's brother away from her."

.........

The two were walking hand in hand on their way home when one of them suddenly stopped.

"Brother."

Wen Shihan looked up at his elder brother with tears still on his face and asked anxiously, "Do you like flower tea cakes?"

The boy paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I like it."

Wen Shihan smiled through his tears: "Brother, I like it too."

Because of it, Xiaohan met her older brother.

From then on, I was no longer alone.

The ring-pommel sword, fueled by burning Yin energy, slashed fiercely, and before Hei Jiao Mang could even scream, he was cleaved in two.

Chapter 289 The God of Wine is Invincible

Did we win?

Only when the person in front of him vanished into thin air, and even the shadows below disappeared, did Wen Shihan dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

The demonic cultivator was indeed terrifying; the black fire had indeed penetrated Wen Shihan's body. However, her methods were even more sophisticated. When the black horn retracted its shadow, she sent her clone in. Just now, she had already swapped places with her clone, killing him with a single blow.

Even so, she was injured, her vision blurred, and she felt dizzy.

The yin spirit nestled beside her like a wolf, licking her wounds. Wen Shihan's gaze was icy as he looked toward the mountain path.

"I need to go find my brother."

She muttered to herself as she embarked on her mountain climb.

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mountain top.

Golden light burst forth from the stone embryo that nurtured the sword soul, while at the same time, more and more cracks appeared on it.

However, no matter how Song Panning manipulated the formation and poured energy into it, the Sword Soul Heart never emerged.

"How could this be?" Song Panning frowned, waved the five-colored flag in her hand, and immediately, the golden light of the sword soul heart was absorbed by the formation again.

"Something's not right," Song Panning pondered. "Could it be that my insistence on choosing the Sword Soul Heart is causing it to be reluctant to emerge?"

How can this be?

The Sword Soul Heart is indeed a treasure of heaven and earth, but in the end, it is just an inanimate object. How could a mere inanimate object possibly have such thoughts?

"Even if you are truly so amazing that you have developed your own consciousness, it is still not up to you."

Song Panning's eyes flashed coldly as she said in a low, menacing voice, "You have to follow whoever I tell you to follow."

hum-

As if in response to Song Panning's words, Jian Hunxin began to tremble violently.

Stone chips fell off one after another, cracks multiplied, and the golden light within them grew even stronger.

However, at that moment, a small golden sword formed from golden light was unleashed and, under the cover of the dazzling golden light, shot towards Song Panning's eyes.

boom.

A hand blocked Song Panning's path, crushing the golden sword in its grip.

"Please be careful, sir," Xu Baxian said calmly. "This sword soul has already developed some intelligence; it can hear what you say."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Song Panning bowed slightly.

Xu Baxian was fine when he was sitting, but now that he stood up, she realized that he was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and an imposing presence. Compared to Song Panning, Song Panning looked much smaller.

His eyes were expressionless. Although he smiled when he spoke to Song Panning, the look in his eyes told others that he did not have much emotional fluctuation. If Song Panning was an abyss, unfathomable, then Xu Baxian was a mountain, whose summit was unseen.

Song Panning temporarily ignored the Sword Soul Heart and instead waved her hand to create another projection.

The three projections represent three vulnerable areas where the fighting has gradually subsided. As Song Panning looks at these scenes, she becomes increasingly lost in thought.

"Wen Shihan has a lot of combat experience, but unfortunately, that's where he stops."

"As for Su Murong and those two spirit beasts, there is no need to worry about them."

"But why haven't the reinforcements from the Heavenly Guardian Sect arrived yet?"

Song Panning was fully aware of the situation on all sides, but at this moment, she was unusually agitated.

Sword Soul Heart's stubbornness and the Guardian Heaven Sect's refusal to provide support were variables in her plan. Although they did not affect the overall situation, they still made her restless.

She hates these uncontrollable variables.

"The Heavenly Dao, huh... The fact that the Guardian Heaven Sect couldn't send reinforcements must mean they've used the Heavenly Dao to deduce something, or perhaps the few Guardian Heaven Sect members who came aren't necessarily here to steal the Sword Soul Heart; all they need to do is 'come'."

"The Way of Heaven, the Way of Heaven, without the secret method of divination of the will of Heaven, it is indeed difficult to deal with the Way of Heaven now."

Song Panning sighed and looked at Xu Baxian: "Your Highness, may we ask the three seniors to make preparations?"

Xu Baxian nodded and immediately took out his communication suit to make arrangements according to Song Panning's instructions.

[Regardless of the purpose of your visit, as long as I can achieve my goal, that's fine. But members of the Guardian Heaven Sect, if you don't have some extra tricks up your sleeves, you're all going to die here,] Song Panning thought to herself.

hum-

Just then, the entire formation suddenly trembled violently.

The golden light emanating from the sword soul, which was the main body, suddenly dimmed, clearly indicating that it had sensed something and was desperately trying to reduce its presence.

"The combination of the Sword Soul Heart Formation and the assistance of the Heaven and Earth Secret Realm is truly a formidable technique."

"However, this method is useless against me!"

A man's voice rose high and excited, piercing through the entire formation.

In an instant, everyone heard the man's voice.

At the third weak point, Wen Shihan looked up, his face serious: "This aura..."

“It’s a true immortal.” At the second weak point, Xuanwu quietly raised his head, waved the blood off the black short stick in his hand, and looked at the aura that shot straight up from the dense forest below the mountain. “Moreover, it’s not an ordinary true immortal, it’s… a true immortal who is close to being assimilated by the Heavenly Dao.”

"Is someone like that very powerful?" asked the white tiger, who was playing with the white puppet head.

“Very strong.” Xuanwu glanced at her, his voice trembling slightly. “Extremely strong.”

At the first vulnerable spot, Tian Bulian, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Mu Xiaobai, who was standing guard nearby, turned to look at her: "Sister Bulian, that voice..."

“It’s that old bastard Dionysus.” Tian Bulian shook his head and smiled helplessly. “That old thing is finally going to show his power.”

Su Murong stood not far away, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He wasn't surprised to hear the voice; instead, he was deep in thought.