The improved female villains regained their memories.

Jiang Mochang shook his head, then nodded.

She let Yang Pingsheng lie in her arms, smoothed his messy hair with her hand, and then said softly, "Alright, go ahead and say it."

She no longer resembled a female demon; her voice was gentle, like that of a virtuous wife.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her face under the starry sky, a look of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he was thinking about how to tell her.

"I was born in a time of war."

"In that era, the world was in chaos. Immortals were tyrannical and disregarded the lives of mortals, manipulating nations to fight each other. Do you know what a nation is? It's like a large gang here, only more complex and more cohesive."

“I was born with a divine body. When I was born, I couldn’t see, hear, or speak. My family thought I was useless, so they abandoned me. I was raised by an old beggar.”

His voice was low and sorrowful, like a star fallen to earth, telling a sad story in the night sky.

"...After running away from the old beggar, I was adopted by a schoolteacher and lived there until I grew up."

"Those were the happiest days of my life. It's just a pity that the schoolteacher was also killed by the immortal."

"Later, I joined the Linlang Sect of the Chu Kingdom, and it was there that I met Ye Buxin..."

He told a lot.

Under the night sky, a gentle breeze blew, and it seemed as if only the two of them remained in the entire world.

"...And so, I lost, ended up in this world, and met you."

“Pingsheng,” Jiang Mochang suddenly spoke, stopping Yang Pingsheng in his tracks, “you don’t understand love either, do you?”

He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Yes."

"You don't believe me either?"

"Ah."

Jiang Mochang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."

"?" Yang Pingsheng looked at her strangely.

Jiang Mochang smiled and said, "This proves that I was indeed the first person you loved, didn't I?"

"You were the first person I loved, and you were the first person I loved. It's fair."

Tears welled in her eyes: "I don't care how much time I have left, but in my life..."

"For the rest of your time, you belong to me."

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A month later.

The death point is finally coming.

The evening breeze ruffled Yang Pingsheng's hair. The death point triggered the side effects of his innate immortal body, and he was now completely blind.

He could feel the wind blowing through his hair, and Jiang Mochang's scent enveloped her as always.

She took him to every corner of the remaining memories.

He also completely taught her all the forbidden time-space killing moves.

There are no more regrets.

Yang Pingsheng sat on a slope, holding Jiang Mochang's hand and thinking.

"Mo Chang".

"Ok?"

"Do you still have the gift I gave you for Family Reunion Day?"

"It's still there."

The talisman appeared and transformed into a small white flower.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on it, veiling it in a layer of mist.

“This flower is called baby’s breath,” Yang Pingsheng said, touching the flower. “In our world, it represents silent, selfless dedication…”

He coughed and said, "There are many colors of baby's breath, but the one I'm giving you is white. It also represents purity, love..."

The white flowers swayed in the wind. Yang Pingsheng snapped his fingers, and soon countless white flowers appeared around them.

When it blooms, it is like a sky full of stars.

He held Jiang Mochang's hand, and his last bit of spiritual energy transformed into a killing move, entering the opponent's soul.

"Time's almost up... It's a real shame, you'll have to tell me the story of Su Fengqing and Sikong Xuan next time we meet..."

Jiang Mochang held his hand, savoring the last vestiges of their affection.

"Mo Chang," Yang Pingsheng spoke again, his fervent emotions suddenly calming down, like a still sea: "Don't stay in Taixu for too long. If you stay there too long, you will no longer be a human being."

Jiang Mochang did not answer.

She simply let her tears flow, and stiffly said, "Pingsheng, we will meet again."

Fear struck.

That was the fear of darkness, the fear that devoured everything.

He seemed to have guessed what Jiang Mochang was planning to do.

But he had no strength left, and his whole body fell down.

Then, she fell into a warm embrace.

"Pingsheng, entrust everything to me." He heard that gentle voice: "I will take care of you..."

Looking back, all I've experienced is regret and sorrow.

Those scenes have become a dream.

Time marches on, but those who cherish the past look back, forever remaining in the past.

How should the word "love" be written?

"Mo Chang..."

"Ah."

"Please don't..."

On his last night, he felt the embrace tighten even more.

"don't want......"

He felt his words were being blocked.

Moist lips touched everything, and cold tears felt on her cheeks.

He felt his voice was becoming weak.

"I love you for the rest of my life."

In the final moments of death, one doesn't even feel the cold.

Feel sorry.......

Feel sorry......

Next, I'll leave you alone...

Under a sky full of stars, his breathing gradually weakened.

He originally intended to let things pass by like this, to end it like this, and to let that person decide the final outcome.

He shouldn't have been willing to let the person he loved go through this storm.

But he was still selfish. Yes, love is selfish. He didn't want it to be this way, he...

"In my life," Jiang Mochang smiled, looking up at the sky, "whether there are immortals in this world, I don't know..."

"But I know that you are that deity, because it is because of you that I was able to meet you."

"You arranged the cycle of our meeting, so you are my god."

"My talisman is called 'Inviting the Gods to Possess Me'."

"With you here, I have nothing to fear."

The winds of the Eighth World did not stop, and they grew even colder.

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Time: Number ?

"We're getting married soon, why won't my husband look at me?"

"...Miss, we don't know each other, do we?"

"I don't care, from now on we're acquainted."

"?"

"My name is Jiang Mochang, meaning 'not ordinary, not commonplace'."

Chapter 539 Facing Ye Buxin

People yearn for light, but light is indeed blinding.

People long for the night, but the night is unfathomable.

Desire and expectation—the root of it all comes from people themselves. It is precisely because they are in the opposite environment that they have such desires and expectations.

I loathe this longing and expectation because I sense something more profound.

If I want to follow it, I must go up.

I mock all love, therefore I laugh at your hidden place.

Not only do I need to love, but I also need to be loved.

Love is a great form of selfishness.

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