The improved female villains regained their memories.

How much sugar did that slut put in?

Yang Pingsheng sat to one side, silently eating his meal, with no intention of getting involved in this war without gunpowder.

According to the system, the longer this war lasts, the more beneficial it will be to the Heavenly Dao's plan.

Okay, you decide.

Favoritism is done in private. Since the system isn't speaking, Yang Pingsheng isn't openly showing favoritism towards the girl.

However, seeing Li Chumo's restrained and slightly bared teeth, Yang Pingsheng felt somewhat dazed.

For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to that cave from back then and seen Li Chumo as he was at the beginning.

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On the fifth day after the girl moved in, the crimson sunset spread across the sky like blood, and a refreshing breeze blew the broken blood light, sprinkling it on the resilient peaks of the Kongling Sect.

In a corner of the courtyard, there were many violets planted. These were all planted by Li Chumo before. Since the girl moved in, she has stopped caring about these things. Therefore, Yang Pingsheng is now the one taking care of them.

While Yang Pingsheng was taking care of her, the system was floating beside him. Surprisingly, it didn't transform into any animal, but instead watched Li Chumo and the girl's live stream with great interest.

It wasn't just Li Chumo who changed; after the girl moved in, the system also changed, becoming fond of watching the two of them clash.

"Is the struggle between fates already beginning to unfold? It seems I can't escape my destiny of sacrifice after all..."

A sentence muttered by the system caught Yang Pingsheng's attention. He put down the kettle, looked at the system, and asked, "What did you say?"

"Huh? What did I say?"

"What did you say about fate or something..."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." The system changed the subject: "By the way, don't you have any thoughts on their fight?"

"...What do you want me to think?"

"For example, feeling conflicted, sad, and reluctant to let go—you always seem to feel like this..."

After all, Yang Pingsheng's emotions always fluctuated wildly when he was following the plan, but his current calmness made the system feel uncomfortable.

"Feeling? If I had to put it into words, it would be too melodramatic," Yang Pingsheng replied calmly.

He didn't really feel much.

Firstly, he was used to doing it this way, and secondly, he had read the script of Heaven's Way in advance and had a prediction of what would happen in advance, instead of doing things systematically as in his previous lives. With an overall prediction, he naturally didn't have much of a feeling.

Of course, the main reason was that he couldn't feel his own emotions. Even though he had spent so much time with Li Chumo, when he saw Li Chumo's almost collapsing eyes that day, his mood remained as calm as ever.

Have you seen this many times?

Or is it...?

Unable to answer the system's question, he could only say self-deprecatingly, "Unless you've hidden other plans from me, maybe I'll develop some feelings for you."

The system, feeling guilty, fell silent.

The melodramatic plot is just the surface; the real key lies in the battle for destiny.

The wolf is destined to devour the fox, but whether it can be completely bound by the human chess piece at the moment of devouring is the problem the system needs to solve, and it is also the true plan of Heaven.

"Haha, look at what you're saying, making it sound like you're the one who's heartless and cold-hearted."

The system spoke, but found that Yang Pingsheng did not respond.

He simply gazed at the sunset on the horizon, at the crimson glow that seemed to seep from the sky like blood.

He said nothing, yet it was as if he had said something.

it is more than words.

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"Master, this is my newly developed chicken soup. Please try it."

The girl carefully placed the blue and white soup bowl in front of Yang Pingsheng, and looked at him with hopeful eyes, saying, "I was thinking that if you hadn't come back so early, I would have given it to you as a midnight snack, but since you came back early today, I'll give it to you to try in advance."

A rich and mellow aroma wafted over, and Yang Pingsheng looked down slightly. The thick, golden broth, paired with finely chopped green scallions, made one's appetite soar.

Everyone was out in the courtyard, not even Li Chumo, which is why the girl took this out. Yang Pingsheng knew her good intentions, so he didn't refuse and took a spoonful.

taste good.

“It’s delicious,” he said.

The girl narrowed her eyes and smiled contentedly: "If Master likes it, I will make it for Master to drink every day from now on."

This was a genuine laugh, and Yang Pingsheng realized in a daze that he did care more about the girl in front of him than Li Chumo.

ten years.

Over the course of ten years, every line written by the girl herself has influenced not only the girl herself, but also the observer.

That burning passion, sharing the joys and sorrows of each day, even affected Yang Pingsheng.

For some reason, he vaguely felt that Li Chumo was not the villain, but the girl in front of him.

He cared more about the girl than Li Chumo.

This is why...

He was a little irritated and subconsciously stood up, saying, "It's getting late, and I still have some things to take care of."

"Master," the girl stood up, bowed in farewell, and asked, "May I still write to you?"

Yang Pingsheng was slightly taken aback: "We see each other every day, why are you still writing?"

"There are some things I can't say, and I don't really understand them," the girl said, slightly embarrassed. "But I still want to write, like..."

"It's been the same for the past ten years."

What did the evening wind blow away?

Yang Pingsheng smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The girl smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."

That night, the origami cranes set sail once again.

That same night, Li Chumo found Xiao Qitian with a cold expression.

"I concede."

She said, "From now on, I am a member of the Demonic Cult."

There was never any misunderstanding; everything was foreshadowed.

Xiao Qitian looked at Li Chumo with slight surprise and asked with amusement, "Aren't you going to hold on a little longer?"

"There's nothing to insist on."

Li Chumo smiled, baring his teeth.

"It's still more reassuring to seize by force."

Chapter 434 Extravagant Hope

The struggle between the wolf and the fox thus devolved into the mundane details of daily life, and in the end, to Xiao Qitian's surprise, the wolf quickly chose to admit defeat.

Unlike other female villains, before Yang Pingsheng could deliver several major blows to her, she swiftly defected to Xiao Qitian as if she had foreseen it.

Even Xiao Qitian couldn't help but ask, "Are you really not going to persist any longer?"

Li Chumo's answer was simple: "No, let's settle this with blood."

She did indeed embark on this bloody path, just as Heaven had planned.

Yang Pingsheng simply responded with an "oh" in response.

The system panicked somewhat, not only because it had concealed most of the Heavenly Dao's plans, but also because of Yang Pingsheng's attitude.

That's too bland.

It's made it a little uncomfortable.

It wanted to say something, but when it saw Yang Pingsheng gently leading the girl to cultivate, it didn't know what to say.

It's rare to see him so calm, so let's continue with the mission.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

The autumn air was bleak, the leaves were withered and yellow, and when the wind blew, the courtyard was covered in gold.

When Yang Pingsheng returned, the pug that the system had transformed into was huddled under a violet bush, squinting its eyes. When it saw Yang Pingsheng return, it got up, shook itself, turned back into a ball of light, and flew back into Yang Pingsheng's arms with a whoosh.

"Congratulations! The plan is progressing smoothly. Once the real Li Chumo, no, Li Chuxun, meets Li Yaoyang, our plan will have taken a big step forward and will soon be completed."

The system said in a lively tone. Yang Pingsheng did not respond, but simply nodded, and then looked at the violets planted in the corner of the wall.

It's listless.

"I didn't do that," the system said vaguely.

"Really."

Yang Pingsheng simply replied with a flat statement, which had been his attitude ever since he confirmed that Li Chumo had secretly joined the Demonic Sect.

"Oh dear, how come you..." It was about to say something, but before it could finish its long speech, it sensed the girl approaching the courtyard and thus disappeared.

Time will heal all wounds.

The scars and regrets of the past have faded with the changes in memory and the passage of time. Now, when Yang Pingsheng occasionally thinks about the past, he can only vaguely recall some outlines.

In countless dreams, he occasionally dreamed of a little beggar, who later became a silver-haired girl, then a little girl practicing martial arts, and then the snowy northern border, the bustling mountain city, and the noisy weapon-refining academy.

Finally, it has come to this.

crunch--

The sound of the door opening let in sunlight, which fell on the girl's delicate face. When her calm yet expressive eyes looked over, they always seemed to be smiling. The wind blew, carrying her fragrance to Yang Ping's memory—a scent similar to violets.

The girl was like a purple flower blooming deep in a secluded valley, with a unique and captivating fragrance. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, each strand seemingly dyed by the power of the stars, shimmering with a dreamlike purple light, as if the most dazzling star in the night sky had fallen to earth, making people intoxicated.

The image of the girl with purple hair who felt inferior ten years ago, as if it were paint, has become a figment of her imagination. Unbeknownst to her, she has grown into this.

"Master."

She was dressed in the clothes of the Kongling Sect. Since she started cultivating with Yang Pingsheng, she had also learned many of the mannerisms of immortals. Every frown and smile of hers was like the most perfect work of nature.