The improved female villains regained their memories.

Liu Yin trembled uncontrollably, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Yan Yong, who was panting as he got up not far away.

She had never hated him so much.

Because of him, her paradise was destroyed, her companions were killed, and all her ideals and dreams vanished.

And now, he still wants them dead.

The light emanating from the jade pendant grew stronger and stronger, and at that moment, anger took over Liu Yin's mind.

Because of Yang Pingsheng, because of Qi Feng.

Liu Yin, who originally planned to use this force to divert everyone away, changed her mind.

She now had only one thought in mind—to kill Yan Yong, and all these murderous fiends.

She's going to kill them.

So she crushed the jade pendant.

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A beam of light descended from the sky.

The light had been gathering above for a long time, sensing the presence of the willow shade, and thus it appeared.

However, it clearly hesitated when it realized that the target was Yan Yong.

But Liu Yin didn't give it much time to think; she almost instantly ignited her own soul.

Guang dared not hesitate any longer; if he hesitated any longer, the willow shade would be gone too.

Then light descended from the sky and engulfed everyone.

A world of white.

In the light, Yan Yong screamed in agony. Already severely injured, he was completely annihilated. As for his followers around him, the light showed no mercy.

Liu Yin coughed up a mouthful of blood, her face as pale as a dead person.

She took one last look at the people around her.

There were still people present: Su Fengqing, Sikong Xuan, Murong Xu, Yang Pingsheng, and Jiang Mochang.

Did she manage to protect them?

The last thought surfaced, only to shatter instantly.

She closed her eyes.

Before darkness fell, the last thing she saw was the photograph Jiang Mo had given her.

Then, she saw that green hue on the horizon, which tolled the bell of destiny.

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The dark clouds dispersed, and a beam of light descended from the sky, falling straight down, as if some great power had descended upon this world.

That was a power even greater than that of immortals, so powerful that everyone was enveloped in its light.

Jiang Mochang got up, and everyone around him fell down. Yang Pingsheng, who was not far away, was still kneeling there.

His body was bathed in light, broken and fragmented, yet he remained motionless, like a sculpture.

"..."

Jiang Mochang looked at him and felt her heart skip a beat.

"........"

His companions fell to the ground, while Liu Yin, who had propelled this force, was left in a state of uncertainty, her fate unknown.

She clutched her heart, letting the strange emotions overwhelm her.

That feeling was like a tide crashing against rocks, unstoppable. When reality and this unstoppable feeling came together, her heart finally began to beat.

This was a feeling she didn't understand either.

She reached out blankly, and the wind blew past her fingertips.

Is that person dead?

She had no reason to think about it.

The man's once upright figure was now swaying precariously from his severe injuries, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. His clothes were tattered and covered in mud and blood, but one could still vaguely make out his former appearance.

He died...

Jiang Mochang has never been afraid. During her time as a [weapon], she never felt fear.

But now, fear had truly entered her heart.

Her heart pounded violently, causing her pupils to contract involuntarily. She couldn't breathe properly, and a metallic taste kept spreading in her throat. Her fingertips clenched so tightly that they turned white.

How could it be fear?

How could it be fear?

Who is she? She is Jiang Mochang. How could she possibly have the fears of ordinary people?

How could she...?

"This kind of monster, does it have no human emotions?"

Jiang Mochang, in the past, had heard the guard at the door say these things about her in that dark room.

They say that a weapon is a weapon because it is held in a person's hand and has no emotion.

Weapons only need to be held in someone's hand.

Weapons have no need for emotion.

Weapons, too, are meaningless.

"You are not a weapon." The young man stood in front of her with a smile. Although she was seeing his face for the first time, it touched her soul and moved her heart.

“You’re a human being too, you have feelings too…” He seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, it got stuck in his throat. After thinking for a long time, he could only smile helplessly and say, “One day, you’ll understand.”

You said it, and I will understand.

Time flowed by, the remnants of light dissipated, and the remaining afterglow fell like a curtain from the sky, eventually turning into wisps of smoke, which were then blown away by the wind.

Jiang Mochang felt as if her legs were not under her control. A strange force blocked her body, making it difficult for her to move.

She limped closer to Yang Pingsheng.

You said I would understand.

She finally approached, and the moment she placed her hand on hers, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

I understand... what?

Memories from those years keep replaying in her mind. She and the boy had been to many places together, climbed snow-capped mountains, soaked in hot springs, and played like children among fireflies.

She was already familiar with everything about him: he followed behind her, he shielded her from danger at crucial moments, he made prophetic predictions, he smiled, and he spoke in a familiar tone.

She was already familiar with it, but still didn't understand the feelings welling up inside her.

what is that?

What exactly is it?

"Why didn't you tell me...?"

The fire in her heart burned fiercely, spreading to her internal organs; she felt her body, her soul, burning everywhere.

Why didn't you tell me?

Is this love?

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The girl in pink walked ahead with her head held high.

The boy followed behind with a smile.

The girl wantonly destroyed everything she saw; she was so cruel, yet so beautiful.

Her pink hair instilled fear in many, earning her the title of "Pink-Haired Demon."

The girl asked the boy, "Hey, Ping Sheng, I'm a demon, you know. Aren't you afraid of a demon?"

The boy smiled and shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

"Ha, you're not afraid because you know I won't lay a hand on you." The girl smiled sinisterly. "Besides, you really have unique taste. I'm so ugly, yet you still dare to bother me."

The boy asked with a smile, "What's ugly about it?"

He reached out and touched it: "Pink is a girl's color. Looking at it more often will make you feel better."

The girl, enraged and embarrassed, slapped his hand away: "Don't touch me, and don't try to lie to me!"

Why is pink a girl's color?

Pink is the color of demons, a synonym for slaughter.

Others who see it only feel fear.

The girl thought to herself, "This man is talking nonsense. His smile is like that of a smiling tiger. He doesn't look like a good person."

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The girl entered the town for the first time.

This town is managed by a large gang in the East. In other worlds, it would be considered a chaotic black market at best, but in the Eighth World, it can be described as prosperous.

Her surprised eyes looked around and finally landed on a certain piece of jewelry.

It was a bracelet.

The pink with a hint of red shimmers in the light; it's very pretty.

This is not an expensive item, and it has nothing to do with cultivating immortality. No one would like something like this.

But the girl was somewhat tempted.

She stared longingly at it, but then she thought, "I am a demon. Would a demon like this kind of thing?"

"Of course not," she shook her head, wanting to leave.