The improved female villains regained their memories.

She didn't cultivate today, which was unusual, but just sat there, letting the wind blow through her hair.

Yang Pingsheng walked over and stood beside her, and she quickly responded.

What are you doing here?

"Looking for you."

"Don't you get tired of coming to see me every day?"

"Not greasy."

"We traveled together, fought together, and now that we've joined the Mangrove Gang, we're still hanging out together every day?"

"Ah."

"Humph."

He looked down and saw Jiang Mochang turning her face away and ignoring him, looking sullen like a child.

He couldn't help but smile, his tone as gentle as the wind:

"I made some pastries, would you like to come over and try them?"

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After bringing Jiang Mochang back to the room, Yang Pingsheng skillfully took out the pastries he had prepared beforehand. A pot of hot tea was brewing on the stove next to him, filling the entire room with fragrance.

Qifeng nestled in the corner, only glancing at the scene before closing its eyes. It didn't want to disturb this rare moment of leisure.

"You actually know how to do this!" Jiang Mochang exclaimed in surprise. She sat down in the chair that Yang Pingsheng had prepared for her with a familiar air, unusually free of her usual sharp demeanor.

Here, she truly became herself again.

"Give."

The sweet and soft pastries were placed in front of Jiang Mochang. She couldn't wait to take a bite and made a happy sound.

She really wanted to say, "You despicable guy, you'd probably have mastered it by now after doing it so many times." But she was too lazy to say it; the atmosphere here was great, and she could lazily stay here.

Yang Pingsheng's eyes were filled with a smile; this scene had indeed occurred many times before.

With tea and pastries served, Jiang Mochang, as expected, began asking the same questions as before.

Why are you so fixated on me?

Yang Pingsheng had answered this question many times, but this was the last time. No matter how Yang Pingsheng answered, in Jiang Mochang's memory, this was the only time.

Because it's only you...

The thought suddenly popped into his mind, but he suppressed it again. Why did he choose Jiang Mochang? Because the secluded place was her. But that was too complicated to explain, and Jiang Mochang couldn't understand it either.

But he couldn't speak to her, so his answer was: "Because I want to."

"Hmph, that's the same answer you give every time, isn't it?"

"No."

"Then why answer like this this time?"

When Jiang Mochang ran out of pastries, Yang Pingsheng gave her another one and poured her some tea.

“It’s because I wanted to,” he said with a smile. “I did it because I wanted to, there’s no other reason.”

"Hmph, you just want to use me as a tool. That woman you mentioned is so terrifying, why would I do anything for you?" Jiang Mochang sneered, but was still intoxicated by the sweet aroma of the pastries. She puffed out her cheeks and spoke indistinctly: "You were beaten like a stray dog ​​by her, and now you're betting on me. I can only say you've chosen the wrong person. Although we've had a good time together these past few years, I'm not going to risk my life for you."

Yang Pingsheng nodded. This was Jiang Mochang's choice. After all, confronting Ye Buxin was a terrifying thing, and no one could do it without being prepared. If Jiang Mochang still refused this last time, Yang Pingsheng would not force her.

If you lose, you lose.

So he smiled and replied, "Okay, whatever you say."

If Jiang Mochang is willing, he will make full preparations for her one last time and try his best to reduce her future pressure. If she is not willing, he will still accompany her until the last moment.

Just like Yang Pingsheng himself said, this is the last time, so he can relax a bit.

"By the way, how did you and that woman become enemies? I've never even seen a battle between immortals, let alone one between people at your level," Jiang Mo asked, reaching for pastries as he did so, leaving crumbs around his mouth like a little glutton.

Yang Pingsheng reached out and simply placed all the tea and snacks on Jiang Mochang's side. He poured himself a cup of tea and watched as the tea in the cup swayed gently, revealing a hint of green.

He and Ye Buxin did not necessarily have to become enemies.

They used to be so close, studying and striving together, talking all night long, and treating each other as confidants.

That was a very, very long time ago, so long that the Guardian Heaven Sect was just a rudimentary form.

The rift between them was like an unhealable wound, causing endless pain no matter how many times they were reincarnated.

Yang Pingsheng clearly felt the pain and didn't know how to heal it.

"We've been fighting for so long, long enough for time to wash everything away. Mortal life is finite, and there's an end to living, but she and I are like we're cursed by fate, fighting until now, never stopping," Yang Pingsheng said with a bitter smile, downing his hot tea in one gulp.

“I used to think that my struggle with her would go on forever, but I was wrong. No struggle can go on forever. The turning point has arrived, and it is now.” Yang Pingsheng looked at Jiang Mochang, who had stopped eating and was listening quietly to him. “In this long period of time, I have lost a lot of things, but now, I suddenly feel that there are still things that I have not lost.”

That is love.

So, he is capable of love too.

A weapon that knows only killing, and a boy who almost got lost in the long river of time—when they meet, the former changes the latter first.

Love also became Yang Pingsheng's hidden place.

Chapter 517 Unrequited Love

Weapons are not allowed to have emotions.

Everything is decided by the person who controls the weapons; there's no reason why.

Many years ago, a little girl was born into a family gang. The girl's father was a gang elder who had just slept with a woman. Little did he know that the child born to that woman would possess a peculiar talent.

In this world, talent is also considered part of destiny. Logically speaking, only those born with immortal bodies can possess unique talents (such as Luo Benmo), but the little girl is an exception.

When she was born, the whole room burned as if on fire, and then strange characters filled the room.

The girl's father, being a gang elder, had some knowledge and immediately recognized the characters as incomplete talismans.

【Void Rune Making】is the little girl's talent!

From then on, the girl lost her mother and was raised by her father. She knew nothing of good or evil, nor of manners or laws. In her long life, only her father's orders mattered.

That man, relying on the little girl, also became the gang leader.

The gang's strength grew stronger and stronger. Everyone thought that with the [weapon], they would eventually obtain the opportunity to become immortals, and even if they didn't, they would still become a local overlord.

But no one expected that the weapon actually had its own consciousness.

And it always has.

A pink light blotted out the sky, and talismans were pasted on the walls. Explosions, accompanied by flames, tore human bodies into pieces of flesh.

The girl stood in the lobby, the wind blowing her clothes, her small body and cold, hard face.

The man, covered in blood, sat in a corner, clutching his chest, and muttered, "Why...?"

"what?"

"Why do this?"

"why?"

The girl tilted her head, her face splattered with blood, and smiled: "Because I wanted to do it."

boom!

Another explosion occurred, and the man barely managed to dodge it, but his injuries worsened, and he gasped in pain.

"I am your father, and you actually..."

"So what if I'm your father? Just because you're my father doesn't mean I can't kill you."

The girl reached out and pressed her hand against her heart.

Memories from infancy flashed before her eyes so vividly: the training, the tasks, everything her father arranged for her—all so tedious.

She was ultimately not a true "weapon".

"I want to find my own meaning."

"Although I don't know yet, I know that it shouldn't be as you say."

"You killed my mother, why can't I kill you?"

The girl stepped forward and pointed at the man with her fingertip.

The man trembled with terror: "You traitor..."

Shh, listen.

The girl stared wide-eyed and said, "The wind is picking up."

The character appeared on the man.

The truly terrifying aspect of 【Void Talisman Making】is not the creation of talismans, but the ability to turn anything into a talisman.

The smoke from the explosion rose, and in that pink light, not even a trace of consciousness remained.

Amidst the ruins, the girl stood alone, listening to the sound of the wind.

What is it that I want to do?

"Yes, I don't want to listen to them, and I don't want to walk the path they've laid out for me."

"I hate being told what to do by others."

"I want to do what I want to do."

The wind was incredibly strong.

She looked into the distance and saw a blood-red horizon.

The afterglow of the setting sun, like a golden veil, gently covered this ravaged land. Broken bricks, cracked wooden beams, and fragments of furniture that once held laughter and joy now lay quietly in the dust, becoming tools for the girl's growth.

Her pink hair, soft and delicate like newly blossoming cherry blossoms, swayed gently in the breeze, dreamlike yet carrying a hint of subtle sadness. Her exquisite face, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by a master, had clear, watery eyes that reflected the glow of the setting sun and shone with unwavering determination.

"From now on, my name is Jiang Mochang."

Countless characters extended from her body, covering this ravaged land.