The improved female villains regained their memories.

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The energy of the pink world surged and roared towards the white world once again, forcing the former protagonists of the white world to join the defense.

The owner of the pink world watched quietly as she observed everything, her eyes devoid of any expectation.

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"This world has gone mad."

Twelve-year-old Ling Tiandu looked at the flowers in the yard and thought.

This is the sixth time she has stood here, and the sixth time she has been accepted as a disciple by the Demon King, becoming the "Chosen One" of the main world.

During these six encounters, she gradually figured out the situation of the protagonist, the villain, the Guardian Sect, and so on, and also realized just how big a gift that man in black robes had given her.

"You switched my and my sister's destinies, and gave me the talents of villains. What exactly do you want me to do...?"

She didn't understand, nor did she comprehend.

She went through six reincarnations, each at a different time, but the accumulated time allowed her to live for a hundred years.

"So, when will this cycle finally stop?"

Compared to the joy she felt during her first reincarnation, Ling Tiandu now only feels disgust.

She wasn't annoyed by the unpredictable cycle of reincarnation, but rather by the fact that within this complex cycle of time, she had become a pawn, a pawn whose role she herself didn't even know.

During these six cycles of reincarnation, she understood one thing.

So what if you have talent? So what if you have ability?

If one cannot escape this predicament and reach a higher level, one is like an ant that can be easily manipulated.

The saying goes, "A frog in a well cannot be told about the sea," because it is confined by its limited perspective; "A summer insect cannot be told about ice," because it is bound by its limited time. Ling Tiandu realized that he was now just like that frog in the well and that summer insect.

She had to break the deadlock; she couldn't just sit and wait to die.

It rained heavily in Jiutian City tonight. The dim moonlight shone through the rising water vapor, and raindrops fell on the eaves, making a pitter-pattering sound. After chatting with her father as usual and reporting her cultivation progress to the Demon King with a talisman, Ling Tiandu went to her room.

Xiaoqian followed behind her, saying like a little fangirl, "Young Miss, you are amazing! You defeated those challengers using only magical artifacts. So many immortals, none of them are your match!"

"Really."

Ling Tiandu replied casually, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are your parents alright?"

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you for your concern, Miss."

As Xiaoxi spoke, she looked at the twelve-year-old girl with eyes full of admiration.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "Sometimes I really feel like you can predict the future, Miss. I didn't even know my parents were in trouble, but you were able to save them beforehand. And there are so many other people you've been able to help in advance. You..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Ling Tiandu stop in his tracks.

"What did you say?"

"Ah, I, I didn't say anything, I meant..."

The other person's tone was a bit unpleasant, so Xiaoqian quickly explained what she meant, but before she could finish, Ling Tiandu spoke up again: "It's nothing, you should go and rest."

"it is good."

Xiaoqian thought to herself that although she was only twelve years old, the young lady was really scary. She secretly glanced at Ling Tiandu, but couldn't read his emotions, so she left anxiously.

Ling Tiandu stood in the corridor, watching the rain flowing down the river.

Sometimes she even wondered if it was really a good thing for her to save so many people.

Having reincarnated six times, Ling Tiandu could roughly remember some of the terrible things that happened in Nine Heavens City. Before the reincarnation, Xiao Qian was her sister's servant, but unexpectedly, after the reincarnation, Xiao Qian became her own servant.

This is probably due to a change in fate.

Before reincarnation, she was a useless person, no one paid attention to her, no one valued her. But after reincarnation, she became the most dazzling genius, while her younger sister, due to health reasons, never left the house.

destiny......

She felt agitated, and the sound of the rain outside seemed to pound against her heart.

"Little bell, little bell!"

She heard someone calling her from the corner of the corridor.

The familiar voice made her turn around abruptly, and she saw a boy standing there, soaking wet, with two sesame seed cakes in his arms, waving at her.

Ling Tiandu instantly appeared in front of the little boy. He frowned when he saw that the boy was soaking wet. He used his spiritual energy to dispel the rain from the boy and said helplessly, "Why are you here?"

"Don't you like my mom's sesame seed cakes? I've stolen some for you again." The little boy said with a grin, handing her the sesame seed cake: "It's a bit cold, think of a way to heat it up before you eat it."

Ling Tiandu took it and asked, "Why didn't you use the door?"

“You’re a genius, and also the eldest daughter of a wealthy family. My mother doesn’t allow me to visit you casually, for fear of being misunderstood by your family. Besides, I don’t want to cause you any trouble,” the boy said. “I sneaked in through the dog hole. Don’t worry, no one knows. I’ll leave after I deliver this to you.”

"I'll take you out."

"No need, I can get out by myself. You're a genius, don't let me hold you back."

"It's alright, I'll see you out."

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

The rain was falling, pattering down.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, a burst of spiritual energy rose, blocking the heavy rain.

The boy and girl squatted there, each with a sesame seed cake, the light emanating from their cake warming their hearts and souls.

Ling Tiandu took a bite; it was delicious, like it had just been made.

The little boy, also biting into a sesame seed cake, asked between chews, "Xiaoling, can I ask you a question?"

"ask."

Why do you like my mother's sesame seed cakes so much?

"Because your mother did a good job."

"Why don't you just tell my mother directly? If you just ask, she'll definitely make you pancakes every day. Why do you insist that I keep it a secret for you?"

"Can't figure it out?"

"I don't understand."

Ling Tiandu smiled and said, "Then you just can't figure it out."

Why didn't you tell me?

"because......"

because......

Twelve-year-old Ling Tiandu was starving and walking down the street.

She ran away from home and wandered the streets all day; now she's exhausted and hungry.

Finally, she couldn't walk any further and sat down against the corner of the alley.

Is a person's talent really that important?

Is a person's achievement truly determined by talent?

Twelve-year-old Ling Tian couldn't understand it.

She felt that, just like her name suggested, all her talents had been taken away by God because God was jealous of her.

She seems to be good at nothing.

She has no talent, no beauty, no wisdom; she has nothing but a heart.

She tried to prove herself time and time again, but failed each time. Even her master, the Demon King, told her that the most important thing in life is to learn to be content.

Yes, people should be content.

She heard the opera singing, "What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force," and saw the storybook saying, "Destiny brings blessings, and hearing the scriptures is like meeting a jade friend." Her mother told her that she should not associate with the circle of cultivators. She only needed to learn embroidery and play the guqin, and she could live a good life.

The cultivators mocked her weakness, while the common people envied her life, thinking she was ungrateful. She wandered aimlessly through the world, not knowing where her home was.

At twelve years old, she didn't understand the meaning of being strong; she only thought about escaping.

Tick.

As night deepened, rain began to fall.

She sat there all alone on the empty street, without a single person in sight.

Da da da.

Someone was running forward through the rain.

The voice grew closer and closer until it stopped right in front of Ling Tiandu.

"Give."

She heard a boy's voice, looked up, and saw half a sesame seed cake.

She looked coldly at the little boy and said, "I am not a beggar."

“I don’t think you’re a beggar,” the boy said. “I just think you look very hungry.”

As if in response to the boy's words, Ling Tiandu's stomach rumbled.