The improved female villains regained their memories.

Ordinary people are trapped in the cage of their own homes, but Jiang Mochang destroys his own home.

The raging fire scorched everything, and the powerful gang was completely reduced to nothingness.

Her gaze pierced through the ruins before her, reaching towards the boundless sky in the distance. Deep within her heart, a restless seed was sprouting, yearning for sunlight, for rain, for growth.

"I want to do what I want to do," Jiang Mo often said.

No one can dictate or control what you want to do.

It wasn't until that dilapidated village that she met Yang Pingsheng.

The moment their eyes met upon their first meeting, something within their souls ignited a burning passion.

.......Why?

He was just a complete stranger, so why...?

Jiang Mo wanted to find the answer, so she traveled with that man.

But instead of gaining clarity, she became increasingly confused during this process.

why?

Is it because what that man said was true, and that she really had gone through many reincarnations with him?

Or is it that their souls were originally perfectly matched?

His soul twisted even more violently. Jiang Mochang suppressed the tremor in his eyes and continued to search for the answer.

Can she really change?

One night, she dreamt of certain images: candles, cloudy wine, vows, a dilapidated temple...

The last glimmer of green rushed in and shattered everything.

She woke up from her dream with a start, covered in a cold sweat.

This isn't right, there's something wrong.

She stood in front of the sleeping man, quietly watching him.

Kill?

Perhaps if I kill him, I will become normal again.

But then she thought, according to what the man said, they had already been through hundreds and thousands of things, so how could he not know about her actions tonight?

He remained silent precisely because he hadn't taken any action during those previous cycles of reincarnation.

And she certainly wouldn't take action.

She stood there all night, letting her soul return to nature.

The winds of the Eighth World were still strong, blowing away the clouds and the mist.

After that, she and the man went to many places.

The colorful images made her heart beat more vividly, and all the beautiful scenes were imprinted deep in her heart. She was uncontrollably happy and could never forget them.

She is indeed changing, but...

“No, Yang Pingsheng just wants to use me to deal with that woman. He told me the truth, that’s right, I can feel that he’s telling the truth, but I can’t agree to it. I, Jiang Mochang, am not anyone’s weapon.”

"I am no longer the person I used to be."

In the past, she would sit in a dark room, eating cold food, watching the scene outside constantly change, her hands covered in blood again and again. Her barren heart could not bear fruit, and she could only numbly obey her father's instructions.

No, that's not her.

"I am not a weapon, not anyone's weapon."

Having realized this, Jiang Mochang began to keep his distance from Yang Pingsheng.

She rejected his intimacy, his tenderness, and everything about him.

It's fine.......

It's fine.......

That foolish man wanted to turn me into a weapon; he wouldn't leave unless I agreed.

That's right, that's it.

She didn't care about reincarnation or the end of the world. Who was Jiang Mochang? A demon, a weapon, a selfish and petty person. She didn't care what the world became; she just wanted to do her own thing.

All she wanted to do was...

...Things Jiang Mo often wanted to do.

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The room suddenly fell silent.

Love is always like this; whenever it appears, it brings heaviness. Even though Yang Pingsheng didn't explicitly say that he hadn't lost anything, the atmosphere in the room became oppressive.

The wind outside kept pounding against the doors and windows. Qi Feng huddled in a corner, making a gurgling sound, trying to alleviate the heaviness of the moment.

Jiang Mochang stopped eating pastries and instead lowered her head, drinking tea continuously. Yang Pingsheng, who had gone through countless reincarnations with her, understood that Jiang Mochang was currently running away.

She started the conversation, but she didn't dare to continue asking, afraid that Yang Pingsheng would bring up those things.

She was afraid to know that she had once loved someone.

Fate is cruel, time is merciless, but love can transcend everything. It is the true impermanence, the existence that terrifies everyone.

Yang Pingsheng looked at the woman in front of him. Once upon a time, her gaze was so passionate, and all her emotions would change for him alone. But now, she was afraid and ran away, not even daring to let him get close.

Yang Pingsheng had indeed come close before, but now he had lost his chance.

He could no longer hold her in his arms like before, could no longer look at her with loving eyes, and could no longer gently kiss the corner of her mouth.

That green figure had destroyed everything he had before, and now it was trying to destroy his love.

"It's alright," Yang Pingsheng reassured himself.

He knew Jiang Mochang's thoughts; he knew she wanted to do what she wanted, so he always respected her and would tell her about the previous events after each reincarnation.

To love someone is to respect their choices, and Yang Pingsheng understood this.

"Don't you want any pastries? The tea is very bitter." He spoke gently, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"Ah, oh..."

Jiang Mochang picked up a piece of pastry, took a few bites, and then put it down.

"My life."

"Ok?"

"I will no longer be someone else's weapon."

"Ok, I know."

"So, cough... I may sound harsh, but we've known each other for a few years now, and I hope you'll listen to me."

"it is good."

“I, Jiang Mochang, only want to do what I want to do. I don’t like what you’ve arranged for me, and I don’t want to do it, so don’t expect me to help you.”

"Ah."

"Good to hear. No matter how good you are to me, I can't agree to it, so if you..."

"It's alright." Yang Pingsheng interrupted Jiang Mochang with a smile: "It's one thing for me to ask for your help, but it's another thing for me to be nice to you."

Jiang Mochang's mind went blank for a moment, and he tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

“It means exactly what it says.” Yang Pingsheng picked up his teacup. “I did want your help, but everything I did for you was also something I wanted to do myself.”

"So, what does this mean...?"

"It means..."

Yang Pingsheng opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He gave a helpless smile: "It's nothing, that's what I meant."

"So I don't understand what you mean at all! If you don't explain it clearly, I have no idea!"

What he wanted to say.

He wanted to tell her that he liked her, but he couldn't.

The reason Ye Buxin suffered a backlash at the ancient temple was because he had tampered with him.

He will never be able to express his love to Jiang Mochang.

Whether speaking or writing, whether expressing love directly or indirectly, Yang Pingsheng couldn't do it.

Jiang Mochang is a straightforward person. When Yang Pingsheng is unable to express his love, she will connect everything Yang Pingsheng does with what he wants her to do.

Being nice to her is the same as taking advantage of her.

Therefore, in Jiang Mochang's view, Yang Pingsheng is essentially the same as her father, only Yang Pingsheng's methods are more sophisticated, and their ultimate goal is to use her as a "weapon".

Even though Jiang Mochang herself had developed feelings for and love for Yang Pingsheng, she would never have realized it without someone telling her.

I must say, Ye Buxin did a great job.

Love was Yang Pingsheng's hidden place, the only thing he kept after paying a heavy price, but now, Ye Buxin has sealed it away.

Yang Pingsheng had considered other methods, but as soon as he expressed his love to Jiang Mochang, fate would trigger a chain reaction, leading everything to failure.

It was the Fate Bureau. Yang Pingsheng knew this clearly. The Fate Bureau was Ye Buxin's only magic weapon, but it was also her most terrifying magic weapon.

The only tenth-grade magic weapon in the entire world; there is only one of its kind throughout history.

Once fate has been woven, there is no way to change it except in hidden places.

So, in each cycle of reincarnation, Yang Pingsheng accumulates other secluded places.

He was waiting, waiting for the day when Jiang Mochang would understand.

And now, this is the last time.

He may succeed, or he may fail.

"Okay, calm down. Even if you don't agree, I will still treat you the same way."