The improved female villains regained their memories.

Chapter 637 In My Life, Don't Let Me Down

My heart is filled with love, how could I not speak of it? It is hidden deep within my heart, how could I ever forget it? — *Xiao Ya* (Minor Odes of the Kingdom), "Xi Sang"

She hates winter.

Because winter is the last season, it takes away all the familiar faces.

Later, that person came, and perhaps the long winter wasn't so cold after all.

Looking out to the horizon, a blanket, a novel, dark clouds...

She poked her head out from under the covers and looked at the person.

“Junior brother, we are so alike because we are both people who live for others.”

"But I live for you."

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The sky was filled with heavy clouds, and Ye Buxin and Li Zhujun stood there.

From their elevated position, they had a panoramic view of the entire land.

The intense spatial fluctuations also affected them. Ye Buxin watched expressionlessly as the man held the woman and commanded the earth to engulf all enemies. He held the woman tightly in his arms, shielding her from all harm.

In that instant, Ye Bu thought of that trial, the trial when she was clinging to Yang Pingsheng's back, and it was he who risked his life to save her.

One embraces, the other carries on their back, like heaven and earth.

Li Zhujun, who controlled human will, saw this and asked with a smile, "Junior brother is here. Shall I continue?"

"..."

Ye Buxin, who had previously said that Yang Pingsheng would not come, was somewhat proven wrong.

Her expression was blank and somewhat unpleasant: "Just do your job."

Li Zhujun laughed and said, "Okay, then I'll increase the public's attention. But if so much attention is focused on just a few people, the scene might not look good."

Ye Buxin didn't speak.

Li Zhujun had to remind her, "Now that your junior brother and sister are together, praising your junior sister might affect your junior brother."

Ye Buxin pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Don't you think this is a good opportunity?"

Li Zhujun asked, somewhat puzzled, "What good opportunity?"

Ye Bu thought to himself, "I want to know, which is more important, a husband and wife or a confidant?"

Li Zhujun's smile vanished, and even his squinty eyes widened slightly.

"Come, let us gather the will of the people here and focus it on them."

Ye Buxin looked down from his high vantage point, and a flash of green light passed by.

"Including my captured incarnation."

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The day Zhou Jinyu left, Yang Pingsheng didn't sleep a wink all night.

At night, he sat there alone in the cold room, surrounded by endless darkness. Only then did he realize that at this time every year, it was his senior sister who came to help dispel the darkness.

His chaotic memories swayed menacingly. He recalled the perilous return from Baiyue, when he was afflicted by the demonic energy of Xiangliu. It was she who had been taking care of him and never abandoned him.

She was so good, so good that he dared not accept her kindness.

But he could always recall that suffocating red silk, that intertwined hair, and how becoming husband and wife with his senior sister did not give him a respite, but instead made him lose his way.

He really didn't understand why Zhou Jinyu had to go to such lengths.

He really doesn't understand emotions.

He remembered everything Zhou Jinyu had done for him, and her words before she left. How could someone like her conspire with Nangong Qingyang to harm him?

He remembered what she had said that year: "I have lived my whole life for you."

Why, why do you live for me?

Zhou Jinyu, what do you want me to do? What do you want me to do with you?

I already have someone important to me, why don't you understand that?

Yang Pingsheng picked up something from the table and slammed it against the wall.

It's rare to see him lose control of his emotions.

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He shouldn't interfere with her.

He should trust his confidant.

He should focus on his own work and fulfill his original aspirations.

Zhou Jinyu is a good person, but despite being husband and wife for so many years, their relationship has never been very close.

They never ate together; Zhou Jinyu always prepared the food and brought it to Yang Pingsheng.

They never went shopping together; their conversations mostly revolved around matters of the imperial court.

They never exchanged gifts again; the previous gifts remained unused, and Zhou Jinyu never took out the one Yang Pingsheng had given her.

They didn't seem like a couple; they were more like familiar strangers.

He shouldn't do anything else; he should stay here obediently and trust his confidant as before.

But......

When the placed marker reacted, Yang Pingsheng still moved subconsciously.

With sand and dust blurring his vision, Yang Pingsheng looked at the person in his arms and unconsciously said, "Senior Sister, I'm late."

Zhou Jinyu stared blankly, then smiled happily.

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"In life, it's never too late as long as you're willing to come."

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He abandoned her and dealt with these people with overwhelming power.

After reading the memories of the remaining survivors, Yang Pingsheng realized that these people came from the Jixia Academy.

The lingering poison from the nobles of the six states ignited the flames of rebellion. Using the magic of immortals, they imprisoned this place, intending to eliminate the First Emperor and his son, Fusu.

The intelligence was indeed wrong, whether it was from Ye Buxin or the old subordinates of the Linlang Sect.

Yang Pingsheng gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that Nangong Qingyang is the mastermind behind this. That bastard gave you some real information in order to lure you here."

Zhou Jinyu didn't speak. She wanted to believe Yang Pingsheng, but for some reason, she felt a sense of unease.

She could only comfort Yang Pingsheng: "Things haven't gotten to the worst yet. This procession isn't that weak; it includes many powerful immortals."

Yang Pingsheng shook his head, not as optimistic as Zhou Jinyu: "If that's the case, then we should have received the news back in the capital a long time ago."

Looking at Zhou Jinyu, he couldn't help but think of the talisman message that Ye Buxin had given him.

Now that things have come to this, he also feels a bit strange.

But now, he could no longer care about being surprised. The earth trembled, the people groaned, and this land was once again engulfed by the flames of war right before Yang Pingsheng's eyes.

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The area designated as "drawing a circle around a prison" is very large, centered on Bolangsha and encompassing more than a dozen surrounding counties.

Yang Pingsheng could use spatial means to enter, but he couldn't use them to leave. He and Zhou Jinyu could only walk on foot, searching for the scattered parade convoy.

The land was shrouded in sorrow and despair. Wherever they went, they saw too many people barely clinging to life—old farmers watching their season's harvest destroyed in an instant, tears welling up in their eyes. They hunched over, rummaging through the scorched earth for even the smallest morsel of food, oblivious to the blisters on their hands from the burns, for the hunger in their stomachs and the uncertainty of the future were far more agonizing than the physical pain.

The villages along the river were in even worse shape. The river water had been stained an eerie color by poison, spilled by someone, and emitted a pungent odor. Women stood guard by the river, staring at the undrinkable water, their buckets falling to the ground. Their children lay weakly on the ground, their lips cracked and parched, barely breathing. Some families had risked their lives to find clean water for their children, only to get lost in the war-ravaged forests and never return.

In the houses that hadn't completely collapsed, the wounded and sick lay scattered about. Without enough herbs or healers, their wounds were left to fester. A young girl clung to her severely injured father, trying to stop the gushing blood with tattered strips of cloth. Her tears fell onto his wounds, mingling with the blood, but to no avail. The room was filled with the stench of death, and groans rose and fell, heart-wrenching to hear.

Wars are raging everywhere, between immortals and mortals, and nobody knows why they're fighting.

Yang Pingsheng and Zhou Jinyu were also drawn in. They had been trapped here for three days, during which they had fought hundreds of battles, large and small.

Zhou Jinyu's abilities prevented him from engaging in direct combat, so Yang Pingsheng handled most of the battles. After fighting so many times in a row, Yang Pingsheng's spiritual energy was greatly depleted, and he was covered in wounds. Blood covered half of his face, making it difficult for Yang Pingsheng to see clearly.

Zhou Jinyu tenderly wiped his wounds, using the only remaining means to treat him.

"Junior brother, let's stop fighting. Something's really wrong here." She grabbed his hand and said, "Let's find a place to hide first. If we hide, we'll find a way."

Yang Pingsheng opened his mouth slightly. He wanted to say Fusu, and at least confirm his senior brother's safety, but whether it was because of physical weakness or Zhou Jinyu's gaze, he finally gave in.

The two of them found an abandoned house and hid inside.

At night, they heard a commotion outside. Looking out the window, they saw a group of men in black slaughtering a group of civilians who had been driven there.

Yang Pingsheng struggled to get up, but Zhou Jinyu pressed him down: "Pingsheng, don't go."

Yang Pingsheng said, "I can't just sit idly by. Besides, this is a good opportunity for me to understand who is behind the scenes."

Zhou Jinyu shook her head, her tone pleading: "How many memories of the men in black have you seen? Besides the Jixia Academy, can you find any other clues? Pingsheng, you need to recuperate; you can't fight anymore."

Yang Pingsheng said, "But they need me."

Zhou Jinyu said, "In my life, that person is not indispensable to you."

Her body trembled: "In my life, I don't care about anyone else, I only care about you."

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Yang Pingsheng did go after all.

Despite his weakness, he killed the man in black and trampled the only survivor under his feet.

The man stared wide-eyed, then suddenly burst into laughter: "It's you! I've found you!"

Yang Pingsheng frowned: "You know me?"

The man laughed and said, "That's right, your name is Yang Pingsheng, isn't it? My master said that if you want to save Ye Buxin, you should offer up the heads of the rest of your Ghost Valley Sect."

Yang Pingsheng was taken aback, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He grabbed the man's head and roughly read his memories.