The improved female villains regained their memories.

"I told you not to touch it!"

"Row."

"If you say you'll do it, then take your hand off!"

The villain, nicknamed "Pink-Haired Demon," suddenly shoved Yang Pingsheng aside, stumbled back a few steps, and stood there awkwardly.

Yang Pingsheng looked down at her and saw the struggle, hesitation, and reluctance beneath the pink dress.

His hand had just touched it, and it was still warm to this day, like touching a soft and harmless flame, leaving a scar that was imprinted on his heart.

After more than a thousand interactions, no one understood her better than him. The more she resisted, the more reluctant she became, and within that reluctance lay fear.

She was afraid he was right, and that feeling made her uneasy.

That's why she felt so helpless.

Yang Pingsheng put his hand down and said, "Take it slow."

What are you doing here?

Someone spoke up from the side; it was Su Fengqing, who was passing by. She was carrying tea and pastries, seemingly to deliver them to Liu Yin, but she was more curious about the two's current state, so she lingered there.

Jiang Mochang nearly jumped up as if she'd been electrocuted. She glared fiercely at Yang Pingsheng, then looked at Su Fengqing with a stern face: "What is it?"

"Hehe, it's nothing, you guys continue."

Su Feng chuckled and stuck out his tongue, then turned to leave, only to be stopped by Jiang Mochang: "Your injuries haven't healed yet, where are you going with all this?"

"Ah, this is for Sister Liuyin," Su Fengqing said. "Didn't Sister Liuyin say she had a headache before? I made these pastries myself, and with these mangrove tea leaves, it should help relieve her headache."

Jiang Mochang pouted: "I haven't seen you make any for me. I've wasted my time teaching you talismans."

Su Feng was taken aback for a moment: "Ah... Sister Mo Chang, didn't you say you don't like sweets?"

"I......"

Jiang Mochang's words stopped there, probably blocked by a monster called memory, preventing her from finishing her sentence.

Yang Pingsheng stepped forward and spoke on her behalf: "She likes it very much, but she just doesn't want to trouble you."

"No way, it's no trouble at all!" Su Fengqing immediately smiled, her eyes turning into crescent moons. "Sister Mo Chang, you should have said so earlier! I would have stayed up all night to make it for you!"

"I......."

"Thank you," Yang Pingsheng said again on her behalf.

Su Feng skipped away, and Jiang Mochang glared at him again before turning her face away.

"have a finger in the pie."

Yang Pingsheng watched her retreating figure, listening to her words drifting over on the wind.

In countless reincarnations, Yang Pingsheng once asked her if she wanted to eat sweets.

The two were traveling to a gang's base, which was known for its sweet berries.

Jiang Mochang's answer was: "I hate sweets."

Yang Pingsheng believed it, probably because it was only the fourth time he had come back, and he didn't know Jiang Mochang very well yet.

He believed whatever she said.

Later he learned that Jiang Mochang liked sweets, and that she was afraid of pain, afraid of the dark—all the things a normal little girl would be afraid of. However, when she was a "weapon" in the gang, no one cared about these thoughts of hers. After all, she was a weapon; who would care what a weapon liked?

As he watched Jiang Mochang's retreating figure, he seemed to see that little pink-clad girl in his mind's eye.

The little girl, shackled, sat in a corner of the dungeon, biting at a piece of bread that even an adult couldn't bite through, until all her reason turned to madness.

Chapter 513 A Missed Opportunity

As night fell and the last rays of sunlight faded from the sky, the mangrove forest was enveloped in a deep tranquility.

Moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, spilling onto the winding waterway. Silvery spots of light swayed gently with the ripples, like countless tiny shards of glass shimmering.

The mangrove roots intertwined and tangled, and occasionally a faint sound of water could be heard through the window, reaching Yang Pingsheng's ears.

In the silent mangrove forest, everything can find its own tranquility, but Yang Pingsheng's heart remains burning with passion.

It was still early morning, but he was already wide awake.

"...It's almost time."

He counted the time, his eyes shifting to the window, and soon he sensed a wisp of demonic energy permeating the entire mangrove forest.

Thanks to the daytime attack, the entire Mangrove Gang was quickly alerted.

The source of the demonic aura was the gang leader's room, and everyone rushed there.

Yang Pingsheng also quickly got up, pretending to have just noticed, and rushed to where Liu Yin was staying.

Liu Yin's house was already dilapidated.

Liu Yin stood there awkwardly, holding a black cat in her arms.

"Meow~"

The black cat looked up and stuck out its tongue to lick her.

Its body, with its smooth lines, is black with a hint of red. Its fur is as dark as ink and as smooth as silk. Its eyes are like yellow-green gemstones, clear yet mysterious, with the pupils changing shape under different light.

Its demonic aura was not strong, nor did it carry any malice, which relieved everyone who had arrived.

Murong Xu strode forward and grabbed the black cat by the neck from Liu Yin's arms.

The cat immediately curled up, struggled fiercely, and meowed incessantly.

"Where did this cat demon come from?" Murong Xu squinted, extremely displeased with the intruder.

"What an adorable kitten!" Su Fengqing exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she arrived.

"Cute?" Murong Xu looked at Su Fengqing with slight surprise, shaking it up and down: "What's so interesting about this dark thing?"

"Meow meow meow!"

The black cat let out a pitiful cry. Liu Yin couldn't bear to watch any longer and grabbed Murong Xu's wrist: "Alright, it didn't hurt me, put it down."

"Tsk."

Murong Xu put the black cat down, and as soon as she did, the cat suddenly darted outwards, heading straight for Yang Pingsheng.

He reached out slightly and hugged the black cat.

As always, it felt the same way. Yang Pingsheng looked down and saw its two emerald-like eyes staring at him.

[You bastard, it's you who keeps rewinding time, isn't it, meow!]

I don't want to see you again, meow!

[Hmph, even if you try to please me like this, I'll never accept you, meow!]

Poor thing, no, I won't pity you at all, you brought this on yourself, meow!

【Ah ha, Ping Sheng, we meet again, meow!】

.........

The words from the past echoed once more.

Under the envious gazes of everyone, Yang Pingsheng stroked the fur of the black cat, the unspoken words between the man and the cat hidden in their eye contact.

Old friend, we meet again.

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There are demons in the Eighth World too.

However, the demons of the Eighth World are all unable to condense inscriptions. Therefore, apart from some demons with unique bloodline talents who are regarded as guardian deities of gangs, most demons are destined to be made into weapons or pills.

The black cat's name is Qifeng, a name given to it by Yang Pingsheng.

Of the 1,124 times time was reversed in the Eighth World, the only one who could retain his memories was Qi Feng.

Its bloodline talent may involve some laws of space and time. Its ability is probably to retain memories in the flow of time. Without Yang Pingsheng, it would just be an ordinary little black cat. Its only advantage is that it lives longer than an ordinary cat.

Yang Pingsheng recalled the first time he met Qi Feng. At that time, he had already reversed time several times, and Qi Feng almost went crazy, wanting to fight him several times.

But later, Qifeng gradually changed. It went from lying down and watching Yang Pingsheng fail and try again and again to personally getting involved and relentlessly pursuing him. Thus, the fates of the man and the cat became intertwined.

In its most desperate moment, it asked Yang Pingsheng, "With such immense power, why are you clinging to this world? Why don't you go and wreak havoc on other worlds, meow!"

As Yang Pingsheng heard this question, the wind of the Eighth World blew wildly, and he felt his heartbeat gradually stop in his chest.

He couldn't answer its question.

But they made it through, after a long time, and this was their last meeting.

Qi Feng seemed to sense this as well. It didn't talk to Yang Pingsheng for a long time as usual, nor did it hide in the shadows to play any pranks. This time, after gathering basic demonic energy and divine sense, it rushed to the mangrove forest as quickly as possible.

This time, it didn't even reveal that it could speak. After jumping into Yang Pingsheng's arms, it quietly stayed there.

Everyone looked at each other, and the girls expressed envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"This cat demon seems to have only just begun to develop its divine consciousness."

"Well, it's one of the youngest among the demons; it can't even speak."

"It really likes life."

The girls gathered around, and even the proud Jiang Mochang cast a glance at them.

Su Feng trotted over lightly and asked Yang Pingsheng directly, "Pingsheng, Pingsheng, may I touch it?"

Before Yang Pingsheng could speak, Qi Feng threw himself into Su Fengqing's arms, causing the girls to scream in surprise.

Qi Feng really knows how to please girls. Acting cute, acting coquettish, and rolling around are the only skills it has learned in its 1,124 attempts. Even Liu Yin couldn't help but come over and tease her with her finger.

Jiang Mochang stood to one side, watching from afar, feeling somewhat out of place.

Yang Pingsheng walked over and said, "If you want to touch it, then go ahead."

Jiang Mo pursed his lips, but ultimately couldn't resist something cute, so he went over and stroked its fur.

Yang Pingsheng could naturally see the joy hidden in Jiang Mochang's struggling expression. Yes, many times before, she had held onto Qifeng tightly and wouldn't let go.

After everyone had some fun, since Qi Feng continued to pester Yang Pingsheng, they finally decided to let Yang Pingsheng take care of him.