The improved female villains regained their memories.

"A grand dream, a drunken stupor spanning three thousand years~"

She hummed a strange song, and the world before her eyes was completely turned upside down.

When I regained consciousness, it was already late at night.

The gourd was empty, and my head was throbbing so badly that I couldn't think straight.

The candles outside had burned out, and the whole room was pitch black.

Shi Guijia patted her head to drive away the pain. She remembered that she hadn't told her daughter where to sleep and what to do with her clothes, so she got up.

This place is quite large, with many rooms. The second floor is basically deserted. Shi Guijia thought that if her daughter wanted, she could do whatever she wanted with the entire second floor.

She touched her head and walked step by step until she reached the door. She thought about going out, but stood there silently.

The daughter was hugging her knees, leaning against the doorway, breathing softly.

The copper coins remained on the floor, unmoved.

Her azure hair was now covered in dust and no longer bright; she huddled there, tiny as a kitten.

Shi Guijia remained silent.

She didn't take a step. Instead, she slowly slid down against the door, closed her eyes, and whispered softly, "Luo Yi, Luo Yi, Luo Luo is like a stone, her original heart remains unchanged..."

Chapter 321 Father, Mother

"This is outrageous! How dare he say such a thing? What kind of family is that? How did they raise their child?!"

"But, after all, Luo broke his leg."

"That's too lenient. If anyone dared to insult me ​​like that, I'd cripple them!"

As soon as Yang Luo stood at the door, her aunt was inside arguing loudly with her husband, her face flushed and her voice so loud that even Yang Luo could hear it clearly from outside the door.

"In short, there is no compensation. If you really want it, please tell them to come over and I will beat them half to death. I will compensate them according to the standard for half to death."

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open.

Shi Gui stormed out, grabbed Yang Luoyi's hand, and said, "Come on, let's go home."

For Yang Luoyi, her aunt's house is her own home.

She rarely saw her mother, even though they lived in the same small town. Sometimes her aunt would take her to look for her mother, but her mother was either not home or sleeping in her room.

She had never met her father, and when she asked, her aunt would look sad. Not wanting to upset her aunt, she stopped asking.

Yang Luo's aunt was a weapon refiner hired by the royal family and had exclusive royal certification. In Yang Luo's eyes, his aunt was the most powerful person.

But her aunt told her, "In the art of weapon crafting, your mother is the true number one."

My aunt said that your mother was the true number one weapon refiner in the world.

Yang Luoyi knew very well what being the best in the world meant.

However, she had no idea that her mother was the world's number one weapon refiner. She had met her mother a few times, and she was reeking of alcohol, looked slovenly and unkempt, and her long golden hair was covered in dirt and grime, unlike her aunt's bright blonde hair.

She still remembers the first time she saw her mother. Her mother was standing there drunk, carrying a gourd of wine, seemingly on her way out to buy more wine, when they happened to bump into her.

"...Where did this little one come from?"

"What do you think?"

"Ah, you've gotten married! Congratulations! Why didn't you tell your sister about such a big event? By the way, what kind of person is your brother-in-law? Is he tall or short, old or young?"

"Shi Guijia! Have you lost your mind? This is your daughter!!"

The aunt angrily scolded her mother, but her mother didn't take it seriously at all, just shook her head and gave a faint "oh".

"If there's nothing else, I'm going to buy some wine," she said at the time.

This is Yang Luoyi's memory of her mother—a drunkard, a most familiar stranger.

"Um, Luo Yi..."

Back in the most familiar place, Shi Guiyan didn't show off the new toy she made for Yang Luoyi as usual. Instead, she squatted down in front of her, looking embarrassed and unsure of how to start the conversation.

Yang Luoyi is a thoughtful child, and she took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong, Auntie?"

"Here's the thing, Luoyi, your aunt has to take care of something very important. It will probably take about three months. During this time, you'll be living with your mother, okay?"

"Look!" Shi Guiyan proudly displayed various toys she had made. "Auntie made you a lot of toys. It only takes three months. When Auntie comes back, she will definitely pick you up as soon as possible, okay?"

"Um……"

"Good boy, good boy!"

And so, Yang Luo returned home.

This is a home she has only been back to a few times since she was born.

Her mother was still the same as before, drunk, carrying a gourd of wine and swaying as she walked with her clothes on. Yang Luo didn't dare to get close and could only hide behind the door to watch.

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

When she woke up the next day, she found herself lying on her bed in the room, and even her clothes had been changed.

The sky outside was just beginning to lighten, and the rooster had already crowed once. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, the air filled with a fresh scent.

She couldn't help but recall her mother's appearance last night, and subconsciously wanted to find out: Who exactly is her mother?

Yesterday, before her mother returned, and while her aunt was confronting her at the door, Yang Luo saw that without the owner's permission, she had stepped into the room and seen the plaque.

The Greatest Weapon Refiner in the World

Yang Luoyi likes crafting artifacts. Whether it's due to talent or being influenced by what she's seen and heard, under Shi Guiyan's influence, she also enjoys tinkering with small things.

At first, she just assembled ordinary toys, then she started disassembling furniture, and later she set her sights on Shi Guiyan's weapon-refining room.

There were all sorts of materials and unfinished products displayed there. Yang Luoyi once sneaked in to analyze and disassemble the structure inside.

She doesn't act like a well-behaved child. Deep down, she is bold and adventurous, and even has a strong thirst for knowledge and a competitive spirit. At the same time, she is also quite capable with her hands.

The toys her aunt gave her always had only one fate: to be put back together or destroyed.

The world's number one weapon refiner is his mother, but why has she become like this, and where has his father gone? Yang Luo wanted to find out the truth.

She pushed open the door and went out. The room was dark, with only a few rays of sunlight. The further down she went, the stronger the smell of alcohol became.

Yang Luo thought his mother must still be asleep. As soon as he entered the room, he peeked inside and saw that she was still sitting in the corner, fast asleep. Her wine gourd was carelessly tossed aside, and there wasn't a drop of wine left in it.

She thought for a moment, then ran back, grabbed her own blanket, and covered her mother with it.

During this process, she remembered what her aunt had told her: a mother's embrace is the warmest place in the world, a corner where children can cry. Therefore, Yang Luoyi wanted to try this feeling, but unfortunately, Shi Guijia was sleeping too soundly and was extremely restless. When Yang Luoyi tried to snuggle into her arms, she was pushed away.

There was nothing she could do but abandon the idea.

As she left the room, she suddenly realized that since her mother was the world's number one weapon refiner, she should have her own weapon refining room, just like her aunt.

The personality of a weapon refiner is incorporated into their work. If Yang Luoyi could find her mother's weapon refining room, she might be able to understand her mother better.

Thinking about it, she took action.

The house has two floors, a backyard, and a storage room. Yang Luo took a walk around and got a general idea of ​​the layout.

There was no secret room, no basement, not even a hidden room. Yang Luo stood on the grass in the backyard, somewhat bewildered.

Is there really no weapon-refining room?

Does this mean that Mother is no longer a weapon refiner?

She recalled her aunt's description of her mother, who, according to her, was the most skilled weapon refiner, and even now, despite her decline, no one could surpass her.

Just because someone is depressed, does that mean they don't even want their former glory anymore?

As the sun gradually rose, its light shone on her, and Yang Luoyi basked in the sunlight, separated from her mother who was huddled in the darkness.

Unwilling to leave empty-handed, she began rummaging through the storeroom.

The storage room was filled with useless furniture and odds and ends that she couldn't recognize. One of them, lying on the floor, caught her attention.

It was a jade plate.

Yang Luo carefully picked it up. The front of the jade plate was engraved with the character "Yang" and the back with the characters "Ping Sheng". A red string was tied below it. Thick dust covered it, obscuring its luster.

Yang Luo took it out and looked at it in the sunlight, but couldn't see anything.

But the next second, intense memories surged from the jade plate, irrationally drilling into Yang Luoyi's mind.

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Sunset.

A man stood on the cliff, dressed in white, with an elegant demeanor, yet his eyes held an untold sorrow.

"My whole life!"

A blonde woman ran over, excitedly hugging him and saying, "I've done everything you said you would. Can we be together now?"

The man smiled slightly, a smile that concealed the deep sorrow in his eyes, and stroked her golden hair, asking, "Has the plaque arrived?"

"Number one in the world, royal certification, absolutely genuine!" The woman looked up, her eyes filled with love and excitement. "Now, no one can stop us anymore."

“But I am, after all, a demonic cultivator.” The man sighed helplessly. “I’m afraid that being with me will be a burden to you.”

"Who cares? I did that old emperor such a big favor, he definitely wouldn't dare offend me. If the royal family doesn't speak up, those useless immortals won't dare utter a single fart. Don't worry, Pingsheng, you will never be a burden to me!"

The man smiled and nodded: "Alright, in that case, I agree."

"Uh...you, you, you said yes! Great! This is wonderful, today is truly my lucky day!" The blonde woman danced with excitement. "Then let's get married today!"

The man was both amused and exasperated: "At least pick an auspicious day first, right? Besides, you should also inform your sister."

"Who cares about that? I don't care that much. Even the fattest duck only counts if it's in my mouth. Let's get married today, okay?"

"it is good."

"Great!"

The blonde woman cheered, her blonde hair blowing in the wind under the sunset, turning a vibrant red.

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Just like playing a video recording, before Yang Luoyi could react, the next scene unfolded.

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