The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Ok, I know."

Yang Pingsheng patted him on the shoulder to reassure him: "I will talk to them."

The wind picked up, swirling up the red leaves and the sunrise.

That's how the Eighth World is; the wind never stops blowing.

As Yang Pingsheng walked along the road, his mind kept churning with memories of the past.

Jiang Mo often clashed with Liu Yin, but it wasn't because she disliked her.

The real reason lies with him, not with Liu Yin.

He had spoken a lot to Jiang Mochang, mostly telling the truth, but Jiang Mochang didn't believe him at all and even mocked Yang Pingsheng: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would worry about other people's lives?"

She said, "I am a pink-haired demon, a killing machine. I killed my entire family. Do you think I would care about the lives of others?"

Yang Pingsheng did not refute, but simply said, "Shall we bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"If you gamble, are you worried about whether other people live or die?"

Legends of a predestined connection with immortals.

The beginning of everything.

Those 1,124 exchanges had already made Yang Pingsheng familiar with everything in this world up to the point of his death.

He told Jiang Mochang, and Jiang Mochang, of course, didn't believe him at first.

But as the two journeyed together and joined the gang, Jiang Mochang had no choice but to believe it.

She wasn't criticizing Liu Yin, but herself.

She's likely to lose that bet.

Yang Pingsheng stopped in his tracks as he pondered this.

On a distant slope, a girl in pink stands, gazing up at the sunrise.

Her hair was a dreamy pink, soft and delicate like cherry blossom petals, fluttering gently in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance that evoked the feeling of spring.

Her light and fluffy bangs perfectly covered her forehead, revealing her captivating eyes.

The rising wind brought the girl back to her senses. Her eyes lowered slightly as she looked down at Yang Pingsheng.

"Ping Sheng, you're up early." She smiled, but her mood was unreadable.

Yang Pingsheng looked up slightly and saw a red leaf being blown away by the wind into the distance.

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The girl's slender fingers traced across the stone, and as the spiritual energy moved, snake-like characters appeared on the stone.

Yang Pingsheng tried to draw on the ground in her style, but he gave up after drawing the fourth one.

“I can’t do it anymore,” he said.

"Ha, trash." Jiang Mochang mocked without any politeness: "Someone once boasted that he would learn my tricks, complete my mission, change me, and let me know the beauty of the world."

She shrugged: "But as it turns out, you don't have my strength, you can't be a [weapon]."

Yang Pingsheng ignored her sarcasm and smiled habitually, "I'm not trying to change you, I just want you to help me."

"That's right, but unfortunately I won't help you. I'm not interested in your affairs at all."

"That's giving me a headache."

"None of my business."

As Jiang Mochang spoke, he walked over to Yang Pingsheng and helped him up.

"I'm asking you, didn't you say the legend of the Immortal's Fate was a landmark event? When was the first battle?"

"Didn't you say you didn't care?"

"Can't I ask?"

"It's today."

"Oh."

Yang Pingsheng watched as she turned around, walked a short distance away, squatted down, and picked up small stones to draw one by one.

Sure enough, she's still the same.

After more than a thousand attempts, Yang Pingsheng had long been familiar with what kind of person Jiang Mochang was. She didn't say it, but in her heart she had completely merged with this place, just like the previous thousand or so attempts.

Yang Pingsheng didn't understand Jiang Mochang before, and when he rashly communicated with her, he was indeed killed by her several times.

But as the number of times they met increased, he began to understand how to get along with Jiang Mochang. Almost subconsciously, he became the one who understood her best.

Extremism or conservatism, sincerity or lies? For Jiang Mochang, perhaps none of them matter. What she needs is always that most tender spot.

"Hey, what mischief are you plotting here, just standing around?"

The sound interrupted Yang Pingsheng's thoughts. He had just come back to his senses when he saw Jiang Mochang standing in front of him, carrying a large pile of stones.

"Haven't you experienced this over a thousand times?" Jiang Mochang raised an eyebrow. "Then you should know which direction the enemy is coming from, right?"

Yang Pingsheng nodded, and Jiang Mochang immediately kicked him: "Then why aren't you leading the way? What are you dawdling about here for?"

In a way, turning back time is like a prophecy.

It was precisely because of the constant restarts that Yang Pingsheng became fully aware of everything. He took a half step back, raised his hand, and grabbed Jiang Mochang's foot.

The girl immediately blushed: "This has happened before?"

Yang Pingsheng laughed: "Hmm, I also know that the finger you're hiding under the rock is one."

The girl, enraged and embarrassed, retorted, "Do you think I have so much free time that I'd even put you through a test...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Pingsheng said the second half of the sentence for her: "They actually tested me with this? I'm not that perverted!"

"Ah...you..."

"You said that too."

"I know, let me go!"

Yang Pingsheng let go, and Jiang Mochang glared at him angrily before walking forward.

"What are you standing there for? Come and lead the way!"

The first incident triggered by the legend of the immortals was the surprise attack on the mangrove forest.

Because it was Liu Yin's birthday soon, Su Fengqing wanted to give Liu Yin a surprise, so he left the mangrove forest yesterday morning. He happened to witness a gang massacring a village, and Su Fengqing ran back in a panic, which unexpectedly attracted the gang.

The gangs discovered another gang was there and, without hesitation, launched a surprise attack, thus beginning the first battle.

The two arrived at the gang's usual route and began burying Jiang Mochang's stones one by one. During this time, Jiang Mochang suddenly asked, "What would happen if I helped hide the mangrove forest?"

Yang Pingsheng calmly replied, "That would put Su Fengqing in danger."

"What if I had stopped her yesterday morning?"

"That's only a matter of time. You know Su Fengqing's identity; she'll attract everyone sooner or later."

As Yang Pingsheng spoke, he buried stones one by one as if they were landmines, saying, "I've tried many methods, but they all caused great losses. After countless summaries, I've found that this method is still the most effective."

A surprise attack is necessary; otherwise, the Mangrove Forest gang won't understand the seriousness of the situation.

Many of them, from the gang leader to the members, probably felt that this rumor of a divine destiny had nothing to do with them, but little did they know that those gangs were after this very thing.

Jiang Mo, frustrated, pulled at his hair and asked, "Can't I just go and start a massacre?"

Yang Pingsheng's words immediately dispelled her frustration: "You can't protect everyone."

Is Jiang Mochang strong? Yes.

But there are always beings stronger than her in this world, such as immortals, the will of the world, and the male and female protagonists.

He had tacitly approved of Jiang Mochang's massacres, but in return, he received even more severe suppression.

A villain is a villain after all. No matter how talented they are, they can't overpower everyone from the start.

“If you want to overcome this, you must change things from the shadows,” Yang Pingsheng said.

“You’ve been talking about this word ever since we met. What exactly is a secluded place?” Jiang Mochang asked.

Yang Pingsheng stood up, clapped his hands, and pointed to the land.

"That's it."

That's all they can do; they can't do any more or any less.

That's enough; doing just that is enough to let the raid pass peacefully.

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl quickly approached, her pink hair blowing wildly in the wind, dazzling Yang Pingsheng for a moment, burning like fire.

The girl squinted and leaned closer to look at his face.

Yang Pingsheng maintained his smile and looked at her directly.

The girl asked, "Has this ever happened?"

"Ah."

"So what am I trying to say?"

"What you're trying to say is that you did this not because I instructed you or influenced you, but because you wanted to do it yourself."

"Hmph." The girl snorted lightly, "It really did happen."

She shoved a red talisman into Yang Pingsheng's hand, then turned and said, "I won't help you. I can't possibly be distracted to save you on the battlefield. You'd better figure it out yourself and don't die."

Yang Pingsheng looked down and watched as the talisman melted into his palm, turning into a red mark.

A red leaf, blown by the wind, landed on his shoulder.

Yes, the girl said that, but she didn't give herself the talisman.

One thousand one hundred and twenty-four. This was the first time she had given herself a talisman at this time.

On the palm, the red mark shone brightly in the morning sun.

Then, it transformed into a beautiful pink color.