The improved female villains regained their memories.

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The system forcefully changed the subject, and Yang Pingsheng stopped dwelling on it, following its lead to open the storybook at the top.

This is the story of a genius boy who was born with a divine body and has been invincible in the country since birth. The only person who is equally talented as him is a girl from a neighboring country. The two are a perfect match, and no one in the world can rival them.

Yang Pingsheng closed the book halfway through reading it.

He guessed what would happen next: defeat the enemy, marry the girl, and become a winner in life.

A very smooth life.

But that's not Yang Pingsheng's life.

He got up, pushed open the door, and went out.

The system jumped him off the cliff and hurriedly followed him out.

It could already sense that the loneliness emanating from Yang Pingsheng was growing stronger, an indelible mark that time could not leave behind.

But this shouldn't be the case. It's only been a few worlds. Although he has experienced the Taixu several times, the system has minimized the impact of the Taixu each time. Why has Yang Pingsheng turned out like this?

The system sensed something was wrong, but it couldn't figure it out.

Its authority is insufficient; it can only follow orders from above in many matters.

The system had been following Yang Pingsheng, and seeing him standing on the edge of the cliff, it became nervous and quickly flew over.

"Pingsheng, don't get agitated. Let's talk things out. Why try to kill yourself?"

Yang Pingsheng ignored the system.

He was immersed in his own world.

Since the seventh world, his memories have been uncontrollable. He can always recall many things from the past, and he often sees that ethereal world of steel and concrete, as well as that pink figure in the crowd.

Sometimes he began to doubt whether he really existed.

Everything is like a dream, everything is like an illusion.

His memories of his previous lives have become increasingly faint. When he looks back like a spectator, he feels nothing for those scenes that tore his heart apart.

Under the soft moonlight, he took a step toward the cliff.

The system immediately tensed up, its voice trembling: "Ping, Pingsheng."

What it fears is not that Yang Pingsheng will jump; with it around, even if Renqi is smashed to pieces, it can be saved. What it fears is Yang Pingsheng's mentality in jumping.

It can save people, but it can't save hearts.

If Yang Pingsheng goes mad, then it will go mad too.

The abyss stares out, the wind howls as it cuts along the edge of the cliff.

Yang Pingsheng stopped in his tracks.

Those stories kept echoing in his mind, eventually settling in his memory.

Wen Shihan, Luo Benmo, Xu Anlu........

"system."

He stared blankly at the system.

"like........"

"I think I've forgotten how to love..."

A desperate cry rang out, as the wind pulled them off the cliff.

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Master

I've received all the storybooks you sent me. I'm doing well here, and I hope you're doing well too, Master.

It's very peaceful here. I cultivate diligently every day, striving to meet your standards, Master, so I can go back soon.

Master, I have a question I'd like to ask you, but I don't know the answer to...

The girl put down her pen.

Before this, the girl could have written down all her feelings and thoughts as she pleased, just like she did during those ten years.

But can she still do that now? Back then, Yang Pingsheng was like an accommodating older brother to her, but now, her brother has become her master, and the rules of hierarchy have created a distance between them. Although they still write letters, she doesn't know when it started, but the time she spends writing letters has become longer and longer, and she has to carefully consider every sentence.

She never paid this much attention to rules when she was working in the cultivation palace. Born into a fox tribe, she hated rules the most.

But Master......

Her master was different; she hated rules, but she didn't hate her master who liked rules.

Her master gave her her first ray of light, and she will always remember that rainy night when the man stood beside her and waved his hand to control spiritual energy.

With a wave of his hand, the surrounding rain dispersed.

So the girl no longer had to go back soaking wet; she had fish, she had fruit, and she had her own light.

Fox people value repaying kindness.

Perhaps to a man it's just something he does on a whim, but to a young girl it's different.

"I want to repay your kindness," she said.

Thus, repaying kindness became her obsession, just like seeking revenge.

She could feel her heart pounding every time she saw Yang Pingsheng, a violent pounding, as if some unknown thread had descended and restrained it.

The girl naturally didn't know what human intentions were; she only knew that her heart was beating very fast.

So she asked herself, why?

Because of repaying a debt of gratitude?

No, repaying a debt of gratitude doesn't make one's heart quicken.

Because of nervousness?

No, that's not right. Nervousness is more often manifested as sweating and fear, just like when you first meet Zhi Xinghan and the others.

what is that?

The girl didn't know the answer.

She was at a loss, and could only let her heart beat faster and faster.

The fireworks are dancing.

They were dancing when they became apprentices.

I was jumping while writing the letter.

“I have found a place for you. From now on, you will live there. Don’t ask why. Remember, you must cultivate diligently there,” Yang Pingsheng told her.

So here she is.

But my heart is still beating.

She searched for the answer—the saplings, the river, the breeze, all things in heaven and earth—but the answer was not among them.

Until a certain storybook tale.

The fox demon said to the scholar on his way to the imperial examination, "Since you say you don't love me, then let me hear your heart and see how fast it beats. You don't even dare to let me hear it, so how dare you say you don't love me?"

So that was love.

She wanted to ask her master this question, but her pen stopped there.

Not the same.

She could have asked that question before, but now...

Not the same.

A master is a master; having joined the Kongling Sect, she naturally knows its rules.

Fellow disciples cannot fall in love, let alone master and disciple?

She asked, "How does my master view me? How do my fellow disciples view me?"

But if she doesn't tell, when will she? Is she going to keep it a secret forever?

A lifetime is long, and as a fox demon, she could live a long time, but if she couldn't live freely, what difference would it make from being dead?

She hesitated as she put pen to paper.

I want to ask...