The improved female villains regained their memories.

"Are you hesitating because this is your first time experiencing this?"

"......"

Her emotions were like a delicate watercolor painting, colorful yet hazy, like a pink chaos, burning like fire on the grass, its subtle temperature suddenly becoming scorching, as if it would burn everything to ashes.

Chapter 515 Male and Female Protagonists

Time flies.

When Yang Pingsheng opened his eyes and felt the sunlight of the new day shining on his face, he realized that another day had passed.

He got up and stood outside the window. The first ray of sunlight quietly pierced through the thin mist, like fine golden threads gently weaving across the earth. In the tranquil mangrove forest, dappled light and shadow danced on the ground. The red leaves, illuminated by the morning light, presented a deep yet vivid red, swaying gently in the breeze and making a rustling sound.

The Mangrove Forest Gang had earned a reputation for its power, and Liu Yin herself had no ambition to compete for the Immortal Destiny. The surrounding gangs understood this, so naturally they wouldn't cause trouble for no reason, and everyone returned to their peaceful daily lives.

The wind still blows day after day, but it hasn't carried the smoke of war here.

Qifeng has gone off to play and hop around. As the mascot of the Mangrove Forest Gang, it has now successfully won everyone's hearts.

When Yang Pingsheng got up and went out, it had just returned from Su Fengqing and Liu Yin's place, carrying a bunch of bright red fruits in its hands, and walking on its two hind legs like a human.

"You're awake, meow."

"Hmm, is there any for me?"

"Of course not, if you want some, go get it from Liu Yin, meow."

Red berries are a fruit unique to mangrove forests; Liu Yin calls them "flat berries." These berries are crisp, sweet, and slightly sour, but Yang Pingsheng still prefers the berries from the mountain city.

He asked with a smile, "So you've revealed that you can talk?"

"Of course not. You know that if I expose that bastard Murong Xu, he'll come to me every night to confide in me. I don't want to listen to his long string of nonsense, meow."

It gave a disgusted look and scurried into Yang Pingsheng's room.

"I'll stay here with you for now, meow."

"Without your guidance, Murong Xu would be in a difficult situation."

"I don't want to be a relationship coach anymore, meow! Let them figure it out themselves!"

"That's going to be difficult. Murong Xu isn't as proactive as I am."

He walked over, naturally picked up a fruit from Qi Feng's arms, and took a bite.

Juicy and flavorful, just like always.

"What does that have to do with me? I don't want to deal with any of your human messes anymore, meow." Qi Feng said angrily, "And why did you take mine? You could have just gone to Liu Yin to get it yourself!"

He didn't say anything, patted Qi Feng, and left under the latter's angry glare.

Today is harvest day. Baskets of apples are piled up in the warehouse of the mangrove group, in the room shaded by willows, where everyone is gathered together.

When Yang Pingsheng arrived, Jiang Mochang was also there. Liu Yin was holding sliced ​​apples and distributing them to everyone.

This scene was reminiscent of a teacher distributing food to children. Murong Xu followed behind Liu Yin and saw Liu Yin giving everyone the sweetest fruit, so she rubbed her teeth in dissatisfaction.

He took advantage of everyone's inattention and kept the sweetest one, stuffing it into his pocket. Yang Pingsheng knew that he was going to give it to Liu Yin later.

This guy is still the same as always.

"Sister Mo Chang, look, the pastries I made." Su Feng chuckled and approached Jiang Mo Chang, showing her the pastries she had made in a flattering manner.

She shaped the pastries into the forms of small animals, giving off an enticing aroma; they were both cute and delicious.

Jiang Mochang didn't speak. Yang Pingsheng knew that her silence didn't mean resistance, but rather a struggle. She liked to project an image of being ruthless and unpredictable, but she was actually powerless against sweet and delicious food.

She likes sweets, cute things, and everything that normal girls like.

Su Fengqing used her ever-effective coquettish skills, holding Jiang Mochang's hand and saying, "Sister Mochang, please try it. I heard that you also like sweets that night, so I went to great lengths to make it."

"..." She glanced at Su Fengqing, then at the pastries so close to her, her icy exterior gradually melting: "I don't like sweets, but since you made them..."

Before she could finish speaking, a burly figure approached and picked up a pastry in front of her.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll eat it. I quite like it.” Sikong Xuan didn’t give Jiang Mochang a chance to hesitate, and took it and threw it into his mouth.

Yang Pingsheng heard something shatter in the air.

"Brother Si, this is for Sister Mo Chang, why are you taking it?" Su Fengqing, her attention diverted, said angrily, "I gave you your share."

It's somewhat comical to see the weakest member of a gang criticizing the strongest.

"She doesn't eat, does she? Don't force her." Sikong Xuan looked at Jiang Mochang and said with his unchanging expression, "That's her problem. She always likes to force people to eat what she makes. Miss Jiang, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Jiang Mochang nodded, his whole body stiff.

Sikong Xuan reached for the pastries again, and Yang Pingsheng knew it was time for him to make his appearance.

Before he could take them, he stepped forward and grabbed all the pastries.

“?” Sikong Xuan looked at Yang Pingsheng.

Yang Pingsheng replied with a smile, "Don't you dislike sweets? I've never tried Xiaofeng's before, so I'd like to give it a try."

He looked at Su Fengqing: "Is that alright?"

Su Fengqing was flattered and said, "Of course!"

So Yang Pingsheng sat down and ate by himself.

Sikong Xuan looked at him and asked, "How did you know I don't like sweets?"

"Just saying," Yang Pingsheng replied casually, picking up a piece and placing it in Jiang Mochang's hand. Under the latter's questioning gaze, he said, "I can't eat anymore, help me eat a piece."

"........."

He could tell that Jiang Mochang wanted to say something, but was afraid that he would say something inappropriate and cause this rare pastry to go to waste.

Arrogance can ruin a life.

So she accepted the idea of ​​helping Yang Pingsheng eat, and began to eat in small bites, closing her eyes contentedly.

Even the slow-witted Sikong Xuan noticed that Jiang Mochang liked to eat pastries.

Yang Pingsheng pushed all the remaining pastries toward Jiang Mochang, and everyone tacitly chose to remain silent to avoid upsetting the pink-clad girl.

"Pingsheng, how did you know I don't like sweets?" Sikong Xuan asked the same question again.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I guessed."

His eyes were fixed on the pink-clad girl, and he had no intention of covering up the flaws he had revealed.

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Liu Yin's birthday is coming soon.

Liu Yin's birthday is also the time of year when the moon is at its fullest in the Eighth World.

There have been virtually no battles lately, and Jiang Mochang has gradually become more cheerful. Although he is occasionally a little awkward, he has indeed shown signs of being different from before.

Perhaps this is the last time, she can really change things?

Yang Pingsheng counted the days, and even more so, the time he had left.

Liu Yin's birthday is a point he specifically marked. If this were a game, then different choices at this point would lead to different subsequent developments.

He didn't dislike this point, even though it led to a bad ending, it also led to a good one.

On the hilltop of the mangrove forest stands the largest ancient tree, which possesses a subtle demonic aura. Although it has not fully become a demon, it is no ordinary ancient tree.

The full moon night of the Eighth World is known as Family Reunion Day, a day for families to reunite.

Liu Yin has no family, but the Mangrove Gang is her family. She celebrates her birthday on Family Reunion Day, which is the happiest day of the year for her.

It used to be just her and Murong Xu, but later, more and more people joined the Mangrove Forest Gang, and now it has become a new family.

She would make her birthday wish under the ancient tree, and each time she made a wish, she would tie a red ribbon to a branch of the tree.

Yang Pingsheng remembered that once in a reincarnation, Murong Xu mentioned to him that he had secretly overheard Liu Yin making a wish, and every time she made a wish, it was the same.

Her wish is: [May there be no more separation in the world]

The Eighth World is a crazy world where people fight each other for immortality, fathers and sons turning against each other. Whether they are relatives, friends, or lovers, they are all separated in the end for various reasons.

In this world, everyone is alone.

Liu Yin said that the greatest suffering is the suffering of separation. If one day the world is at peace, then no one will have to endure the suffering of separation.

The eighth world's biggest festival is Family Day, but in this world, where is there harmony, where is there a family?

Yang Pingsheng then remembered that he had celebrated the Mangrove Forest Gang's Family Festival many times. Every time, without exception, everyone would gather around Liu Yin and watch her kneel by the ancient tree, praying to heaven for her wish.

He recalled a quote from Liu Yin: "The wind may scatter everyone, but it may also carry one person's longing to another. As long as the moon is still in the sky, the wind will not stop."

The winds of the Eighth World never cease.

That night, candlelight, wine, and the girl's face—she was so gentle, so beautiful; at that moment, she was the moon.

"This is the last time..."

Yang Pingsheng read it softly, his memories stirring again.

He has persevered until now, and surely he hopes that one day the wind will carry his heartfelt wishes to Jiang Mochang.

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"Are you planning to write another storybook?"

Qi Feng jumped onto the table and saw the boy sitting in front of it, grinding ink and spreading paper, and asked a question.

It retains its memory, knowing that on each of Liu Yin's birthdays, Yang Pingsheng would send her a story he had written himself.

He has written many stories, including those about demons, humans, national sentiments, and romance. According to Yang Pingsheng himself, writing vernacular stories was the secluded place he had prepared for.

But when Qi Feng asked what a secluded place was, he remained silent.

Qi Feng thought there was some deeper meaning in the stories he wrote, but every time it read them, it only felt that they were just some melodramatic stories.

These stories may seem somewhat interesting at first glance, but after reading them for a while, they just seem melodramatic.

Yang Pingsheng said that he did not only write in this world. Long, long ago, before he started over, he also wrote in other places.

Qi Feng knew that Yang Pingsheng was from another world, since there weren't many stories or tales in the Eighth World. However, Yang Pingsheng always gave it a sense of loneliness, as if it were standing on the highest mountain peak with no one else around.

It didn't like this feeling, even though it still retained the memory.