The improved female villains regained their memories.

Blame him.

It's all his fault...

Raindrops danced on the roof, making a crisp sound, like the sound of weeping, echoing in the silent night sky.

That night, Yi Changcun lay in bed and heard his parents talking outside the door.

"Xiaoyun is missing?"

"Yes, I went out with Changcun today..."

"Have you reported it to the authorities?"

"I reported it, but..."

"I understand. Changcun bears responsibility for this; we can't just sit idly by. If all else fails, then..."

Yi Changcun looked at the churning colors outside the door and curled up as much as he could.

Yes, it is his responsibility.

He wants to find Xiaoyun.

We must find Xiaoyun at all costs.

Even if...

The sunlight after the rain was dazzling; the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun finally deigned to come out.

In the fresh air, Jiutian City once again returned to its former bustling state.

"I've never met the person you're talking about."

"What is this drawing? Is it graffiti? How could I possibly recognize it?"

"Never seen this before, never seen this before, go away, where did this kid come from, blocking the way here?"

Yi Changcun sat by the river, quietly listening to the flowing water.

"Xiaoyun..."

He and Xiaoyun were childhood sweethearts. When they were little, Xiaoyun's parents were busy, so they left her with them.

Xiaoyun was someone he watched grow up.

That represents the purest conscience in the world, completely untainted by worldly corruption, accompanying him day and night, bringing him a sense of security.

Xiaoyun was the only one who could tolerate him. His "spiritual perception" left him with no friends because he could know other people's emotions and judge their inner thoughts at any time, which frightened those people.

Everyone, from adults to children, is afraid.

His only childhood playmate was Xiaoyun, whose purest color accompanied him through every day and night.

Last year, Xiaoyun was taken away by her parents, but she came back this year. He had originally planned to do many things with her.

Cooking together, playing in the water together, catching fish together...

He had become accustomed to having his conscience by his side, but now that his conscience is gone, he has lost his sense of security.

A strange fear gripped Yi Changcun, making it impossible for him to breathe or move.

He buried his face in his knees and sobbed.

Nearby, footsteps approached from afar.

He subconsciously looked up and saw that familiar color again.

He stood before him, burdened by a heavy, dark conscience.

Chapter 555 The Cinnabar Mole and the White Moonlight

Taixu

A pink energy beam struck the green world.

The green figure slowly appeared, looked at Jiang Mochang not far away, and smiled helplessly: "What's wrong? Why aren't you going to continue the confrontation with the Guardian Sect? You have time to come here?"

The pink-clad figure looked at her coldly: "What are you planning?"

The green-clad figure said calmly, "Fulfill our deal."

The pink figure frowned: "Don't forget, Ling Tiandu retains her memories. She's not oblivious to the discrepancies in the timeline."

The green figure said nonchalantly, "So what if they noticed?"

The pink-clad figure barely suppressed her anger: "So you still pulled some tricks, didn't you?"

The green figure laughed: "After all, I can now confirm that the direction of Ping Sheng's Hidden Place is that of the villains, and Ling Tian Du was originally a villain. What if you say you're cooperating, but actually secretly have an alliance with Ling Tian Du? What should I do then?"

The sound fell silent.

The chaotic currents of air swept by, leaving countless wisps and strands.

The pink-clad figure took a few deep breaths, her tone calming down: "You're really prone to daydreaming."

The green figure laughed and said, "When playing chess, you can imagine as much as you want."

The pink figure sneered: "Then do as you please. Anyway, your transformation is right there, so there's nothing I can do about it."

The green figure remained silent, watching her with a smile.

The pink figure realized something and asked, "That's not an avatar?"

The green figure said, "A frog in a well cannot understand the greatness of the blue sky."

The person who appeared was not an incarnation of Ye Buxin.

She knew it! How could Ye Buxin possibly approach Yi Changcun using an avatar without causing any reaction?

But then she realized an even more serious problem.

"Ye Buxin, you..."

"Jiang Mochang, don't forget our deal." The green figure chuckled. "At least on the matter of Ling Tiandu, we have a consensus."

"Unless, as I said, Ling Tiandu is also a secluded place in his life."

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Time flies, like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall.

Night deepened, and the moon peeked out.

Ling Tiandu stood at the door of the boy's house, hesitant to go in.

She used a perception-based immortal technique to observe first. Just like the previous round, the boy was sitting in a chair with candles on the table and the prepared food laid out, waiting for her.

"..."

Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, she appeared in an instant. The boy sensed her approach and, as if it were a habit, handed her a rice bowl.

"Can you still eat?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you an immortal? How can you still eat so much?"

"I like."

The boy smiled, seemingly unconcerned; this was how they had always communicated for years. He ladled a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Ling Tiandu: "Are you going to the Guardian Heaven Sect tomorrow?"

"Mmm." Ling Tiandu hummed in response, picked up her bowl and chopsticks, took a bite of food, and began to shovel large mouthfuls of rice into her mouth.

"Eat slowly. We're going to the Guardian Heaven Sect tomorrow. Have you packed everything?"

He knew she was careless and didn't care much about many things.

"Master gave me storage artifacts, and I threw them all in," Ling Tiandu mumbled. "Do you still have any of your mother's sesame cakes? Give me a few more."

"I've given you that much already; any more will spoil."

"It has magical artifacts, so it can't be broken."

Yi Changcun nodded in agreement, and the room fell silent except for the sound of Ling Tiandu eating.

Amidst the clatter of bowls and chopsticks, Ling Tiandu's voice suddenly rang out: "Didn't you go today?"

“Well, I won’t go today, since you’re leaving tomorrow,” Yi Changcun said with a smile. “It’s been so many years, and the government doesn’t care anymore. One more day won’t make a difference, and one less day won’t make a difference either.”

"That won't work."

“I know that, but I’m just not reconciled. I still believe that Xiaoyun is still alive.”

As Yi Changcun was speaking, he suddenly noticed a strange expression on his friend's face and looked over in surprise: "Xiaoling, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Ling Tiandu said calmly, putting down the clean bowl and chopsticks.

The unusual color vanished like smoke.

Yi Changcun didn't seem to care and continued, "Actually, I know I should give up, but every time I see my uncle and aunt, I feel guilty. After all, back then, if I hadn't let go..."

"Easy to last forever".

He heard his friend interrupt him sternly, calling his name.

“Have you ever thought that this isn’t your fault?” Ling Tiandu said. “Even if the responsibility is yours, it’s been eight years, you should let it go and move on.”

“But sins don’t disappear just because you look forward,” Yi Changcun said. “As long as you have a conscience, you will feel guilty.”

"..."

Knowing she couldn't win the argument, Ling Tiandu stood up and said, "I'm going back."

"Are you full?"

"Ah."

Seeing her friend about to leave, Yi Changcun suddenly called out to her, "Xiaoling."

A flicker of joy emerged from the complex and chaotic colors, but the voice in reality remained cold and indifferent, devoid of any happiness: "What's wrong?"

Are you suppressing yourself too much?

"...Did you see that?"

"Hmm, Xiaoling's complexion looks very somber. Is she too tired?"