The improved female villains regained their memories.

The system said nothing more and shrank back into Yang Pingsheng's body.

Having taken care of everything, Yang Pingsheng pushed open the door. On the bed, Li Chumo was lying face down, drooling from the corner of her mouth, asleep in an extremely ungraceful posture.

Yang Pingsheng covered her with a blanket and blew out the candle.

He didn't lie down next to Li Chumo to sleep with her, but instead sat down by the bed and quietly pondered in the darkness.

He had already felt his own indifference.

All that guilt and sorrow has been swept away by some unknown force, leaving only the shell of a heart swallowed by nothingness in my chest.

He doesn't care about anything.

I only care about one thing.

That place, those tall buildings, that pink figure.

Who is she?

He sensed that the other person seemed to want to say something to him, but for some reason, they couldn't bring themselves to speak.

Yang Pingsheng had no memory of this pink figure, but he felt a sense of familiarity, a familiarity that came from the depths of his soul.

The night was so quiet, yet suddenly a sharp pain shot through his internal organs. Li Chumo's snoring echoed in the room, while Yang Pingsheng remained expressionless and silent.

He had blood in his mouth, letting a trace of blood seep out and drip from the corner of his lips.

Thinking that the system said this was the third to last, Yang Pingsheng suddenly smiled, but his smile no longer had the warmth and gentleness of the beginning, but was a stiff smile, as if he were a robot.

Yes, it's the third to last.

The third to last one has already extinguished all emotions within me.

What about the next two?

What kind of people are the latter two?

Blood gushed out wildly, and Yang Pingsheng smiled and whispered:

"Villains can't escape their predetermined fate."

"After all, the net of heaven is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it."

Chapter 421 Do you believe in fate?

People's thoughts are thus hidden in the long river of time, dissipating in the deep darkness accompanied by murmurs.

Snow covered the newly built houses, followed by a thin layer of sunlight, the white snow shimmering like ripples on water.

A gust of wind blew, and some of the heavy snow hanging on the ground couldn't hold up and fell, bumping right into Li Chumo as he stepped out.

"Wow, it's so cool!"

The little girl shouted and yelled, her breath scattering in the air, her fair face quickly turning red, and her big tail swaying from side to side, clearing a space behind her.

She ran out excitedly, because tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and Yang Pingsheng had promised to take her into the city.

Yang Pingsheng returned to the Kongling Sect early in the morning. When he came back, Li Chumo was building a snowman in the courtyard as usual, and the fox that the system had transformed into was huddled in the snow piles on both sides of the road in the forest.

Upon seeing Yang Pingsheng, it leaped out of the snowdrift and jumped onto Yang Pingsheng.

"It's so cold," it complained. "Even foxes don't keep warm."

Listening to the system's complaints, Yang Pingsheng patted its head and asked with a smile, "Who told you that foxes keep warm?"

Perhaps influenced by the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year, Yang Pingsheng was in an exceptionally good mood today.

The wind blew, carrying snow and the fragrance of flowers from who-knows-where. The system felt Yang Pingsheng's caress, squinted its eyes, and made purring sounds.

After a long pause, it finally said, "As expected, I don't like foxes, so I won't change this one."

It has always been prejudiced against foxes. In historical myths, foxes are always portrayed as cunning, seductive, and alluring, and the system dislikes this image.

Yang Pingsheng asked with a smile, "Because of cunning?"

"I guess so, but cunning might be a means of survival, and to be honest, I don't dislike that about it," the system said.

All living things in the world are always searching for their own way of survival.

The hedgehog's quills, the snake's teeth, the scorpion's tail.

Foxes also have their own way of surviving.

Yang Pingsheng touched the system's head, seemed to realize something, and gradually his smile faded.

Unaware of the system's presence, it continued, "Speaking of which, Li Chumo is a werewolf, right? I've never tried being a wolf before. If I have the chance, maybe I can try becoming one."

It lists some of the wolf's advantages, completely forgetting that wolves and foxes are the same kind of creature.

"Master, is that you back?"

Just as the system was getting excited, it heard Li Chumo's voice in the courtyard. It immediately transformed into a ball of light and flew into Yang Pingsheng's body with a whoosh. Not long after it flew in, the wooden door was violently kicked open, and a purple figure darted out like an arrow and pounced into Yang Pingsheng's arms.

"Master, I knew you were back!" she said happily, her tail wagging as if sensing her emotions. "Shall we go into the city now!?"

When she talked about going to the city, her eyes lit up, completely forgetting that a year ago she had been abandoned by Yang Pingsheng in a border city, which led her to despair.

Time is a magical healer; it can both soothe the lingering pain of wounds and erase many things from memory.

Sunlight shone on her purple hair. She looked up, stood on tiptoe, and tried her best to get closer. Only then did Yang Pingsheng realize that a year had passed, just one year, and that little thing had already grown a lot taller.

She not only grew taller, but also became more beautiful.

Purple is no longer a messy paint, but a perfect touch of red among the bright flowers, with an extremely strong color. The baby fat on her cheeks gradually opened up, and from some unknown time, a hint of heroism appeared. Her hair fell naturally behind her, and two cute little tiger teeth glittered faintly, with a touch of cuteness and playfulness.

"Are you in such a hurry? We're just going to buy clothes for tomorrow's parade. It's still early, we can go after lunch." Yang Pingsheng smiled and patted her head.

Yunxi City, the closest town to the foot of Kongling Sect Mountain and also the largest town in the north, hosts a grand parade every Lunar New Year's Eve, featuring lion dances, lantern displays, shadow puppet shows, storytelling, and more. With plenty of food, drinks, and games, and children dressed in all sorts of colorful costumes, the entire city of Yunxi transforms into a paradise of fun.

Not only that, the large-scale fireworks display at midnight is also a must-see. Children can't resist such lively joy. Li Chumo had learned about the parade in Yunxi City from picture books and Yang Pingsheng's stories, so he was looking forward to it early on.

"Let's go after lunch..." Yang Pingsheng said, but seeing Li Chumo's expectant eyes, he added, "We can go now too. We can have lunch in the city."

Li Chumo shouted "Long live!" and excitedly clung to him. Yang Pingsheng reluctantly picked her up, tidied her up briefly in the courtyard, and then took her into the city.

The tiny flames burned, licking the foundation of human society.

This was the first time Li Chumo had come into close contact with real human society since he became conscious.

Her eyes sparkled, easily drawn to new things every now and then, and she asked many questions along the way.

"Master, why are you putting stones on that person's chest? Won't he get crushed?"

"Ah, Master, why did that person bring a hammer?"

"Master! Why did the stone break but the people underneath were unharmed? Can I do that in the future too!?"

"Master, look, that person has stood up!"

A single acrobatic performance prompted Li Chumo to ask many questions.

After witnessing more of the everyday life of ordinary people, Li Chumo became even more talkative.

This was the first time Yang Pingsheng realized that if wolves could talk, they would most likely be chatterboxes.

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The two stopped after entering the flower market.

Li Chumo's eloquent speech suddenly stopped, and his lively gaze suddenly focused on a violet, lingering there for a long time.

Looking at her, perhaps because it was the first time he had seen her, Yang Pingsheng found it somewhat interesting and asked, "Do you like her?"

Li Chumo looked at the violet and nodded: "Mm."

It was truly rare. Yang Pingsheng scrutinized Li Chumo. Her countless acts of destroying life made Yang Pingsheng feel that this person's hobby was destroying beautiful things. This was the first time she had clearly expressed her liking for a certain kind of pretty flower.

But... violets.

Large violet petals bloom towards the sky, exuding a rich fragrance and vibrant color. Few flowers can bloom so well in winter. This cold-resistant flower is braving the wind and snow, displaying its most beautiful form.

Li Chumo tugged at Yang Pingsheng's sleeve and asked, "Master, what kind of flowers do you like?"

Yang Pingsheng thought for a moment and subconsciously answered, "Gardenia."

The milky-white gardenia is delicate and precious, and now it is winter, which is the time when gardenias are most vulnerable.

Most of the flowers sold at the flower market now are cold-resistant, so I imagine there aren't any gardenias for sale.

Yang Pingsheng's love for gardenias is without reason; it's an answer from the depths of his soul, without any pretense or script requirements.

Gardenias are delicate, milky white, and most alluring is their fragrance.

Before joining the system, Yang Pingsheng had grown gardenias, but gardenias were prone to yellowing leaves, and if they weren't fertilized, their white color would disappear without a trace. They were not as easy to grow as other flowers.

Yang Pingsheng looked at the violets, thinking that it was rare for a child to like something beautiful, so he should always encourage him. He said, "I'll go buy you a bunch."

Li Chumo nodded vigorously.

"You'll have to take care of yourself."

She nodded even more vigorously.

Yang Pingsheng stepped forward and began to discuss purchasing violets with the shop owner. Li Chumo stood still, her eyes fixed on the violets.

The sunlight was dazzling, and a few snowflakes fell on it, adding a touch of white.

Some white has appeared on the purple flowers.

She stared blankly, when suddenly, a voice reached her ears:

Child, do you believe in fate?

[What we call fate is like a pond. The fish in the pond swim freely, believing they control the flow of the water, unaware that the area they swim in has already been marked out.]

It thought everything it encountered was fate, but little did it know that it was because everything was in this pond that the encounters became preordained.

What we call destiny is something as simple as this.

Following the sound, Li Chumo looked and saw a fortune-telling stall set up not far away from the bustling crowd.

The white-bearded old man sat there, and the voice came from some kind of killing move he had used. Beside him stood a flag that read, "Fate is determined by heaven, but success depends on human effort."