The improved female villains regained their memories.

Only then did he realize that love is so irrational.

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Time: 856th

Having spent several attempts to understand Yan Yong and Ye Buxin's plans, Yang Pingsheng knew that it would be difficult for him to stop them.

The green invasion has already begun, and Ye Buxin will no longer allow him to continue like this.

The key question is, what outcome does he want to achieve?

This time, he didn't look for Jiang Mochang, the Red Forest Gang, or anyone else.

He sat alone by the sea, quietly enjoying the sea breeze.

Qi Feng searched for him for a long time but couldn't find him. By the time he finally found him, the moment of death was already very close.

It sat down next to him and asked, "Why wasn't there any action this time?"

Yang Pingsheng said, "I want to sort out my own thoughts."

Qi Feng asked, "Have you finished cleaning up?"

Yang Pingsheng shook his head: "No."

Qi Feng said, "You humans are so complicated. It's something that can be said in a single sentence, but you make a lot of trouble."

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

Qi Feng asked, "What about next time?"

Yang Pingsheng said, "It's still the same."

Qi Feng said, "It's pointless to do it again and again."

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly and replied:

"Love itself has no meaning."

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Date: 1111th time.

Yang Pingsheng was intimately familiar with the development and changes of this world.

In the time that followed, he had figured out everything, including Jiang Mochang himself.

He understood her personality deeply and knew how he should behave to gain Jiang Mochang's dependence.

"......"

But he doesn't receive love.

It's ironic that someone who relies on others' wishes, someone who doesn't believe in love, is now unable to receive love.

Is my secluded place truly the right one? Does all of this really have any meaning?

He couldn't tell whether what he was doing now was to defeat Ye Buxin or for Jiang Mochang's love.

But he doesn't regret it.

He did not regret starting over again and again, giving it his all time.

Although he was unable to express his love for Jiang Mochang.

Reversing time comes at a price, and even for Yang Pingsheng, the number of times is limited.

He could sense that the final time was approaching.

If he really comes, what kind of ending does he want to pursue?

Love and selfishness are intertwined and inseparable.

Or perhaps, in the end, everything he did will be swept away by the winds of the Eighth World, and no one will mention it or remember it.

Yang Pingsheng touched his heart, feeling the wind around him growing stronger.

The time travel story is nearing its end, but he still hasn't figured out how to end it.

Perhaps, as Qi Feng said, having no memory is truly a sad thing.

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This was the last time, and also the last time a shooting star streaked across Taixu.

This time, no matter what, time will keep moving forward.

The winds of the Eighth World continue to blow, and the final winds will scatter everything, whether it be sorrow or joy.

By then, everything will be blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

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Which gang are you from?

No, what about you?

"I don't have any either."

"Are you a talisman master?"

"Yes."

Want to come together?

"Why should I?"

"It's all about fate. Our meeting here is fate, maybe it's the will of the immortals."

"What nonsense about fate! I don't believe in that stuff. What are you even doing here?"

"Want to hear the truth?"

"of course."

“Okay.” The boy nodded. “My name is Yang Pingsheng, and this is our 1,124th meeting.”

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Time: 1124th time.

The wind blows across the sky, leaves flutter down, scattering my thoughts and making dreams hard to recall.

Looking back, my feelings were tender and affectionate, but alas, the moon is waning again tonight.

Chapter 533 Death Node

It was pitch black, then faint, wispy sounds began to emerge.

The falling consciousness paused in mid-air, supported by something, and flew upward.

there's noise.

Yang Pingsheng realized that it was the sound of the sea breeze.

After so many reincarnations, this voice had long been etched into my very bones, and when it rang out now, it shook my very soul.

He opened his eyes.

The sound of waves came from the window next to him. He sat up and looked at the waves outside the window.

The moonlight, like a ribbon, spilled across the tranquil sea, where waves gently lapped against the shore, whispering softly. Silvery moonlight pierced through the thin clouds, scattering like tiny pearls across the shimmering surface. In the distance, sea and sky merged into one, indistinguishable from each other. Yang Pingsheng instinctively reached out, just in time to see the red runes wrapped around his arm.

He sensed the rune owner's mood, and given the current situation, he could more or less guess what had happened.

Qi Feng.......

No one expected that its death would lead to its return 1,124 times.

This can be considered a secluded place.

A gentle night breeze carried the salty scent of the sea, causing the curtains to sway softly like dancers gracefully twirling in the moonlight. Yang Pingsheng lowered his hand, then suddenly sensed something and turned to look.

Jiang Mochang was standing there.

"My whole life..."

She lowered her head, her face hidden in the shadows, so Yang Pingsheng couldn't see her expression, but he could hear the tremor in her voice.

"You should have told me..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, and when her face emerged from the shadows, it was streaked with tears.

She seemed to have been crying for a long time.

As Yang Pingsheng tried to move, she quickly moved closer, throwing herself into his arms and hugging him tightly. Her pink hair cascaded over him like a shower of cherry blossoms.

You should have told me.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't I tell you?

His hand was raised in mid-air, but it was unclear where it would land.

He understood what she meant. She wasn't talking about reincarnation; Yang Pingsheng had already talked about that. She was talking about love.

If they love each other, why hasn't he said it?

He has reincarnated so many times, he has determined his feelings, and he has understood the meaning of love. So why is he always like a spectator when he can express himself and speak his mind?

He can't.

Yang Pingsheng finally lowered his hand and placed it on Jiang Mochang's face, gently cupping it to wipe away her tears.

Love.

Love is his hidden place, his double-edged sword. He understood this when he put it into practice. From not understanding to understanding, from not being able to comprehend to experiencing it firsthand, he has come to understand this hidden place.

So cold, so ruthless, yet so heartbreaking.

The green figure understood this, barged in aggressively, and destroyed everything.

"..." He looked at those bright eyes reflecting his own image, stubbornly wanting to imprint everything.

He could feel the other's breath; they were entangled, inseparable. He wanted to retreat, but the other pressed closer.