The improved female villains regained their memories.

There was no nameplate, no apprenticeship ceremony, no tokens of teacher-student relationship; all that existed was the word "Master."

Then all sound ceased, and the constricted pupils were completely consumed by the black flames.

Li Chumo couldn't hear anything.

The broken heart also quietly stopped moving.

How could this be...?

how so......

Did she lose the bet?

Those past experiences, those feelings, are all...

"Adsorption".

As a child, Li Chumo shouted from the cave behind that waterfall.

That stubborn man kept pestering her, just to get her to call out the words "Master." For this, he abandoned her, then found her again, and took her away from the mountains and into the world.

He gave everything, but in the end, he will take it all back.

Haha... what's so special about that?

Is it a boring joke?

"division......"

Before she could say anything more, the figure walked into the room and slammed the door shut.

He seemed to be getting something, and a moment later the door opened. Li Chumo looked at him hopefully again, thinking Yang Pingsheng wanted to say something to her, but...

He didn't say anything.

He didn't even open his eyes.

The contrast between the trip and the return is so striking.

He flew away on his sword, leaving behind only his silhouette.

Departure...

Li Chumo recalled that saying again: People always have to leave.

She raised her hand, then finally lowered it again, trembling.

"Senior Brother, I know you're watching."

“You’re right, Master’s attitude towards me has indeed changed.”

"But I won't give up. I haven't lost our bet yet."

The light and shadow beside him were slightly distorted, and Xiao Qitian's voice came softly, like a breeze.

他 说:

"Then we'll wait and see."

Chapter 429 The True Nature of a Demon

The sky was high and the air was crisp, the breeze was as gentle as ever. Yang Pingsheng took off on his sword and flew forward, feeling the wind rushing past on both sides.

The water flows gently, and thanks to ten years of communication, finding the real Li Chumo is still quite easy.

The origami crane that flew in last night indicated that the girl wanted to go back to her tribe to pay respects to her grandmother. If that's the case, then we should be able to find her in the fox tribe.

Under the bright sun, Yang Pingsheng found the village again. After ten years of development, the village had become significantly more prosperous, with the addition of a market and many pavilions, and even more roads extending outwards.

“I’ve already marked that guy’s location, why don’t we just go find her?”

The system floated up and appeared, showing Yang Pingsheng standing on the mountaintop.

"No rush, let her have some time alone with her grandmother first. If I go, she probably won't be able to stay there."

"alright."

The communication between the two was as usual. The system concealed its emotions well, but it was actually a bit of a headache. It hadn't told Yang Pingsheng about the fateful battle between the real and fake Li Chumo, and how to explain it later was still a problem.

It leans towards telling Yang Pingsheng not to retain this memory, but it is also worried that frequent memory deletion will have side effects, so it is conflicted.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Buzz buzz buzz... Warning, warning....."

"Error...Change...Plan..."

".......warn......."

Both men were stunned, but Yang Pingsheng was the first to react: "What?"

The system also asked, "What?"

"System, was that your voice just now?"

No, I didn't say anything.

They looked at each other, each possessing a unique power.

The intermittent mechanical sound of the electric current seemed like an illusion; in the distance, the wind blew through the green leaves, as if covering everything.

Along the forest path, Yang Pingsheng, now in human form, walked on the stone path leading to the fox-people tribe. The golden monkey that the system had transformed into hung on Yang Pingsheng's back and followed him forward.

"That voice sounded a lot like me, but it really wasn't me," the system repeatedly emphasized. "I thought it was you playing a prank on me, Ping Sheng."

"It's been so long, do you think I'd play a prank?"

"Yeah, you're not that kind of person..."

The system rambled on and on, talking about its understanding and impressions of Yang Pingsheng, until it reached the end of the path. Yang Pingsheng suddenly stopped and asked a question, at which point the system finally shut up.

He asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Through their interactions across several worlds, Yang Pingsheng not only came to know the system better, but also Yang Pingsheng. Throughout those long years, Yang Pingsheng had secretly observed the system's performance.

When calm, there are no waves; but when a stone is thrown in, waves are created.

Those years were like constantly changing pebbles being thrown in, creating ripples.

The system gave an awkward laugh.

"How could I possibly hide anything from you?"

Fate is something that cannot be explained or understood.

Whether it's real or fake, the real villain will only appear after the two sides have finished fighting.

Yang Pingsheng had doubts about the Heavenly Dao Plan, and his doubts were justified because it wasn't the real plan.

The constraints of a human chess piece cannot bind a person without a heart.

But when that battle ends, the supreme creation that inherited the destiny and memories will possess human hearts.

If someone has a heart, they will naturally be bound by it.

Yang Pingsheng stopped talking and walked forward silently.

As they approached the tribe, the chill of the forest began to linger on Yang Pingsheng. The trees rustled, and the dappled sunlight shone upon him like fragments of time.

With the system's guidance, Yang Pingsheng easily bypassed the fox tribe's defenses and arrived at the cemetery.

In the most secluded corner, a lonely tombstone stood there, and the girl sat there alone, blankly, without saying a word.

Yang Pingsheng watched, but did not rush forward.

A leaf fluttered in the wind and landed in his palm.

got windy.

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The girl thought to herself, "My grandmother really didn't have many good days."

Her mother died when she was born, and her father was nowhere to be found. At that time, her maternal grandmother did not yet have Alzheimer's disease, and she would always hold her and sing unfamiliar lullabies to her.

The song was obscure and difficult to understand. As a little girl, she couldn't comprehend the meaning of the lyrics at all, but she found the melody pleasant to listen to, and thus memorized it for a long time.

Grandma didn't know how to name her either, because she was so small, so Grandma always called her Little.

"Xiaoxiao, shall we have fish today?"

"Good~"

The low, old bamboo house, the simple wooden table, and that pot of fragrant fish soup became her best gift as a child.

"Eat up, Little one."

When her grandmother puts a piece of fish on her plate, she looks at her grandmother's kind smile and tries to put the fish back on her plate.

Back then, Grandma would smile and say, "Grandma isn't hungry, little one, have a snack."

She believed it, nodded, and slurped up the fish soup.

That soup smelled so good, and the fish was huge too.

Only when she grew up did she realize that she was too small at the time, which is why she thought the fish was big.

It was just a tiny fish, no bigger than the palm of your hand.

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The children in the tribe named her Little Dog.

Because she was thin and small, with a gray tail and a perpetually bowed head, she easily reminded people of a dog.

It started as a mischievous child making a connection, but eventually everyone started calling her that.

She threw herself into her grandmother's arms and burst into tears, crying, "Grandma, do I really look like a dog?"

"What's wrong with being like a dog?" Grandma smiled and patted her head. "In human perception, dogs are loyal, cute, and faithful creatures."

“But dogs are ugly.” She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t want to be ugly.”

"Xiaoxiao is not ugly at all, Xiaoxiao is very cute."

As she spoke, Grandma began singing that lullaby again.