The improved female villains regained their memories.

"You won, but I won't lose either."

Jiang Mochang said with a sneer, "If you want to swallow me, you'll have to see if you have a good set of teeth."

The pink world is in turmoil, and it seems like it's about to explode at any moment.

But at the critical moment, Jiang Mochang seemed to sense something and quickly suppressed the rioting pink world.

"This aura..."

She felt it and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, this is hilarious, hahahahahaha."

Taixu is devoid of emotion.

But Jiang Mo often had it, and not only that, she laughed very happily.

"It's been too long, far too long! We've waited so long just for this moment!"

She ignored the pressure and provocations from the green world and instantly arrived at the deepest part of the pink world, where there was a huge stone pillar.

The stone pillars are draped with endless chains, each chain binding a strange soul.

Jiang Mochang arrived in front of the stone pillar and looked at the many characters that appeared on it.

She raised her hand and swung it out again.

A wisp of her already dwindling soul also separated out.

Jiang Mochang waved his sleeve, and that wisp of soul drifted along the energy of the stone pillar, flying towards the Seventh World.

After doing all this, Jiang Mochang just stood there, while the locked souls roared, but she seemed not to hear them.

Don't call it ordinary, don't call it commonplace.

Even if she's a villain, Jiang Mochang will be the most unusual one.

She is indeed extraordinary.

Of the nine female villains, only two are unaffected by human will.

One is Ye Buxin.

The other one is Jiang Mochang.

A long, long time ago...

Jiang Mo often met Yang Pingsheng in the ruins of a village.

Which gang are you from?

No, what about you?

"I don't have any either."

"Are you a talisman master?"

"Yes."

Want to come together?

"Why should I?"

"It's all about fate. Our meeting here is fate, maybe it's the will of the immortals."

"What nonsense about fate." Jiang Mochang laughed, his face covered in blood. His smile was like that of Yama, the King of Hell. "I don't believe in that stuff. What exactly do you do for a living?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

"of course."

“Okay.” Yang Pingsheng nodded. “My name is Yang Pingsheng, and this is our 1,124th meeting.”

One encounter, one cycle.

Much later, Jiang Mo often wondered, would anyone really persist for that long?

Later, Jiang Mochang found out that it really would happen.

Like her.

Taixu has no time, so she can only use the cycle of reincarnation to remember.

A shooting star marks the end of a timeline, the end of a cycle.

She saw that shooting star 11,124 times.

She is Jiang Mochang.

Unexpectedly, she guarded Yang Pingsheng 11,124 times.

11,124 times, once, one cycle.

This is the last cycle.

This is also the last time.

Chapter 451 Jiang Mochang Makes His Move

It was still the familiar darkness.

The footsteps grew louder as the woman with the knife approached step by step.

The old beggar's words echoed continuously, and as the man approached, the knife transformed into sharp claws.

Pierce in, crush.

Boom!

Thunder seemed to rumble in the sky.

I could hear the rain pattering down, hitting my body and making me feel sticky and unable to move.

Kerala.

She was moving, seemingly on some kind of vehicle.

"Ah... Ah!"

It seemed as if someone was calling her from beside her.

Her voice was hoarse, sounding like it was being burned by fire. She struggled to open her eyes and could only see some silver spots.

And a broken tail.

Splash!

The rain kept falling, and she lay on the wooden cart, covered in mud from head to toe.

rain.

It's raining.

She was in the rain.

"Ah, ah!"

The man pulling the cart seemed to notice the girl waking up, so he put down the cart and came over to gesture something to her.

"Ah, ah!"

........

can't read.

The girl closed her eyes again.

Darkness returned, the purple figure had vanished, and she herself was falling into the abyss.

The person stood in front of her; in the darkness, she was all alone.

All the words I wanted to say were lost in the fact that she was dead.

revenge.

Just like back then, we will seek revenge.

Where the flames burned, the darkness receded completely, pulses began to beat slowly, blood flowed, and the faint life force, though weak, began to flourish anew.

revenge.

Take revenge as before.

"Even if it's fate, why does it have to be me who dies, and not you!"

She screamed and reached into the center of darkness.

She wants to live.

She wants to live!

She wants to find out everything, to resurrect her master, to repay her debt of gratitude, and to seek revenge!

If she wants to do it, then she'll do it!

The pupils dilated in an instant, and the darkness shattered.

Tick.

Water droplets fell on her forehead.

She lay on the stone bed, her body wrapped in bandages.

The cold, damp surroundings and the dense stalactites on the ground made her realize that she was in a cave.

still alive.

She's still alive!

"Ah."

Then that hoarse voice came from the side again.

She turned her head and saw a little werewolf dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a bowl of medicine, standing by the bed.

Like the girl, she had gray ears and a gray tail, except that part of her tail was cut off, and there were also some white mixed in with the dense gray.