The improved female villains regained their memories.

Their hands were clasped tightly together, their blood boiling. Jiang Mochang sniffed, and tears welled up in her eyes and fell drop by drop with her movements.

Love.

Love that cannot be spoken.

"I...I know," Jiang Mochang said, sniffling. "It must be that woman. It must be that woman who told you not to say it. Otherwise, we were clearly together on the 345th time, so why didn't you just tell me then?"

Yang Pingsheng sighed, but didn't reply. He just held her hand.

it is more than words.

In fact, before this, he had also been wondering if he could really fall in love with Jiang Mochang.

Can love with ulterior motives be considered love?

Yang Pingsheng pondered this question, having gone through more than three hundred cycles of reincarnation.

No one falls in love with another person for no reason.

Yang Pingsheng had experienced a lot, met many people, and witnessed many things. Countless things piled up in his heart, like an abyss. How could he easily fall in love with someone?

Not to mention, experiencing a horror with this so-called lover that was even more terrifying than life and death.

He suddenly laughed, laughing at his own foolishness, laughing at his overthinking. He'd already come to this, why bother wondering why? So he raised his hand and touched Jiang Mochang's hair.

"Throughout my life, everything I know, I know it all..."

Jiang Mochang choked up, unable to utter a word, clutching his clothes tightly, and apologized:

"I'm sorry, I never remembered and made you come to me alone. We clearly agreed on this, clearly..."

We clearly agreed that even if we traversed every mountain and river, and the sun and moon sank to the bottom, we would never be apart.

Jiang Mochang remembered this fact, which shocked Yang Pingsheng. He thought of Qi Feng and that so-called secluded place again.

A secluded place...

He suddenly felt pain, a pain far greater than any he had ever felt before, as if someone were holding a knife and scraping open his heart.

He remembered his master, the one who taught Ye Buxin and the person who had secluded himself.

He never said that such pain and suffering could occur in secluded places.

"..." He looked at the fiery girl in his arms and questioned his own heart.

Yang Pingsheng, you...

in the end......

Before the trial was over, the fiery girl took action. As their eyes met, Yang Pingsheng was slightly stunned, and then he felt a hot kiss on his lips.

Under the moonlight, everything burned like fire.

Love needs no scrutiny, nor any reason.

All those thoughts were put aside, and after a long time, only the sound of the waves remained in the room, rising and receding in waves.

Once all reason fades away, love reveals its true nature: madness.

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The next morning, probably because the tide had gone out, the sound of the waves was much quieter, and the sunlight made the seawater look a beautiful blue. When Yang Pingsheng got up, Jiang Mochang did so almost simultaneously.

She held on tightly, as if he might slip away.

Jiang Mochang, whose memories have returned, is passionate yet timid. Yang Pingsheng thought she was still the same person, but she was also slightly different. Under the influence of those memories, Jiang Mochang was still the same Jiang Mochang, only her attitude towards him had changed slightly.

Has he succeeded?

Unable to clear her mind, Yang Pingsheng patted her hand. The two tidied up quickly and went out to stand on the beach to look at the sea.

Deep in the sea, sunlight filters through the clear water, illuminating the colorful coral reefs. Schools of fish dart among the corals, their vibrant colors and diverse shapes like marine spirits, adding a lively touch to the ocean. The underwater world is mysterious and beautiful, another side of the sea, and also the entrance to the abyss.

"You two damn bastards, you kept me up all night last night, go to hell, meow!"

If Qi Feng were here, he would definitely say that.

Last night, Jiang Mochang's kiss with his eyes closed was the initial spark of a wildfire, which, after burning into a raging inferno, turned back into a flame, continuing to burn within him.

He didn't know what he should do or what he should say.

He was also a little dizzy when he first arrived here.

Neither of them spoke; they simply watched the waves, one after another.

"Mo Chang..."

Jiang Mochang seemed to come alive as he looked at him. If one had to describe it, it would be as if black and white had turned into color, and the light in his heart shone on his appearance. He gripped Yang Pingsheng's hand tightly, forcing him to look directly at him.

Yang Pingsheng felt slightly embarrassed. He had called out to him so many times, but this time he felt awkward.

"Pingsheng, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

An unidentified bird flew over the sea, leaving behind strange cries. Jiang Mochang's gaze moved slowly, from the sea to Yang Pingsheng and back to the sea. The sunlight shone on her head like gold, dazzling and bright.

“Pingsheng.” She looked at Yang Pingsheng again, her eyes glistening with tears.

"We will always be together."

These words made the sun seem to lose its luster again. Yang Pingsheng pursed his lips, thinking of the point of death.

In each cycle of reincarnation, he left alone at the end, and Jiang Mochang may not have known about the death point.

"us......."

He wanted to tell the truth, but what came out of his mouth was: "Didn't we make a promise? That vow?"

He lied.

He was surprised by his own heart, surprised by his own reaction. He had clearly decided to tell her the truth, but at the last moment he told a lie.

Why, why did he do this?

"Mmm!" Jiang Mochang nodded vigorously, smiling through her tears, then quickly wiped them away, realizing it wasn't right.

"I will never forget the next cycle of reincarnation!"

There is no more reincarnation, Mo Chang.

This is the last time...

With a sigh, Yang Pingsheng stepped forward, hugged her, and wiped away her tears once more.

Reason once again prevailed over everything. Yang Pingsheng suppressed his grief and asked, "How long have I been unconscious? What time is it now?"

He asked, "What about the others?"

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A month has passed since that battle.

Yan Yong is dead. With his death, no one can support such a large gang anymore. In addition, they suffered heavy losses, the gang split up, and no one cares about them anymore.

It was only because of the wind that blew by Qi Feng that everyone had memories of their previous reincarnations, so the mangrove forest dispersed.

The green figure's attack was ultimately stopped by Qi Feng, so Yang Pingsheng did not die. Jiang Mo used a talisman to keep him alive and returned him to the small wooden house where the two had stayed in previous reincarnations.

"It's over..."

Yang Pingsheng held Jiang Mochang in his arms, listened to her slowly recount her story, and then let out a long sigh.

In the end, he couldn't defy fate.

He remembered a long time ago, when that green figure stirred up a storm of bloodshed, standing at the mountain gate with a blade in hand, while he stood at the foot of the steps at the mountain gate.

The green figure said, "From this day forward, fate is on my side."

She was right; fate was indeed on her side.

"I'm sorry, I was hoping to give you a happy ending." Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly, "I broke my promise."

Jiang Mochang shook his head and said, "The ending is never important."

“If the outcome isn’t important, then all the effort is meaningless.” Yang Pingsheng smiled. “Although the mangrove forest has scattered, I know you. You can’t just abandon it.”

"Um......"

"Can you tell me the final story?"

The final story...

During the month that Yang Pingsheng was unconscious, Jiang Mochang witnessed the final outcome of the story in his place and learned about everyone's choices.

Therefore, Jiang Mochang, having regained his memories, also completed the final change.

The hidden place is not only in Jiang Mochang, but also in the members of the Red Forest Gang.

Jiang Mochang forced a smile, revealing an awkward one: "My life..."

Yang Pingsheng understood something; he saw deep sorrow in the other person's eyes.

A secluded place...

He knew that by choosing to hear the ending of the story, he would fully understand the meaning of love, and after everyone else's ending, it would be his and Jiang Mochang's ending.

They will all face death sooner or later.

But this is not a simple matter of death. You must know that this is Yang Pingsheng's last time. He will no longer be the one in charge of the next cycle of reincarnation. No one knows what he will become.

He left behind many contingency plans, but which of these plans will be effective and which will be able to support Jiang Mochang in a protracted war remains to be seen.

"I would like to know."

Yang Pingsheng held Jiang Mochang's hand and said, "No matter what, I want to know how everyone will fare in this round, Mochang, please tell me?"

Jiang Mochang remained silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

She will.

Although it was Yang Pingsheng who requested it, she would still do it.

This was also her own will.

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Taixu