The improved female villains regained their memories.

He knew what Ye Buxin wanted to do, so he quickly took her hand. She was so proud, and even in her predicament, she should still be proud. How could she do something like this for him?

But Ye Buxin ignored him and said, "It's just a little blood."

They discovered at the Ghost Valley Sect that Ye Buxin's blood also had the effect of suppressing the negative effects on Yang Pingsheng's body. However, Ye Buxin was arrogant, and she told Yang Pingsheng that no one was worth her bloodletting.

But now, she's bleeding.

Such a proud man, enduring the pain without uttering a sound, remained silent for a long time in the darkness, moistened by the liquid, before finally speaking, his voice hoarse: "I'm sorry..."

He said, "You are a qualified sword, but I am not a qualified knife."

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He felt the embrace getting closer.

He heard the voice say, "Pingsheng, you have no idea how much I value you."

"Our feelings, our relationship, only need the two of us."

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Ye Buxin stood in the sky, sensing this scene, and his heart trembled slightly.

She was still somewhat unfamiliar with the ingenious use of the avatar technique. In most cases, she could only synchronize the emotions and memories of the avatar when it was withdrawn.

But this incarnation is different. It's the first time she's tried this resonance mode. Under the influence of human intentions and against this backdrop, she says these words to Yang Pingsheng.

Human will is truly an incredible thing.

She closed her eyes and felt it, feeling the collision of emotions, feeling the encounter called a soulmate.

Yes, that's it. Their feelings merged under the collision of these plot points, bringing them closer together and ensuring they would never be separated again for all eternity.

She had to stand in that position, and Yang Pingsheng also had to stand in that position.

Otherwise, what makes them confidants?

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Ye Buxin suddenly smiled because she heard Yang Pingsheng's answer in the avatar. It was an answer that satisfied her. Like an audience member who had finally seen an important play, she exclaimed with satisfaction, "I knew it. Pingsheng thought so too."

She got an answer; Yang Pingsheng made a choice. Very good, excellent.

“If you choose this, you won’t get that. If you choose that, you won’t get this,” she said.

The earth below is covered by blood and human will. People who have lost control kill each other. The place controlled by human will is like a huge field of fate. Everyone who is thrown into it cannot extricate themselves.

However, Ye Buxin enjoyed this scene very much, especially when the plot unfolded the way she had envisioned, she was even more satisfied.

So she said to Li Zhujun, "Go, make her leave the stage."

Li Zhujun smiled and nodded, but at that moment, even he was trembling with his hands behind his back.

He closed his eyes, his expression a mixture of laughter and tears.

Now it was Ye Buxin's turn to smile, because she couldn't wait to see what happened next.

She felt that nothing was better than that woman dying. That woman should have died long ago. She presumptuously interfered and added to the relationship. That so-called marital relationship was disgusting. It filthed Yang Pingsheng and also defiled her eyes.

That's why she said she hated that woman coming into her room.

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Zhou Jinyu was still standing there.

Because Yang Pingsheng told her to wait for him, she obediently waited for him.

A thin layer of snow fell and accumulated on her shoulders.

She looked at Wang Jingxing who had appeared before her and lowered her eyes.

Wang Jingxing stopped, raised the ritual implement in his hand, and pointed it at Zhou Jinyu.

Zhou Jinyu gave an ugly smile and asked, "Are you here to kill me?"

"Are these your last words?"

"Who sent you?"

"Are these your last words?"

"You've been controlled, haven't you?"

"Are these your last words?"

Wang Jingxing stared blankly, repeating the same actions like a puppet.

Zhou Jinyu chuckled softly.

She was so smart that she understood many things in that instant.

“This is not my last words,” she said. “My last words are…”

Wang Jingxing didn't let her finish speaking before he shot the first arrow.

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The first arrow pierced through Zhou Jinyu's few remaining protective spiritual energies.

The second arrow pierced her collarbone.

The third arrow pierced her abdomen.

The fourth arrow pierced her heart.

It only takes four arrows to kill Zhou Jinyu of the Ghost Valley Sect.

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She stood straight, without taking a single step back.

His body swayed, as if he wanted to fall, but in the end he did not fall.

She looked around and saw a tree nearby, so she sat down against it.

The snow was so cold; at that moment, she felt as if she had returned to her childhood.

She exhaled white breath, watching it rise into the sky and slowly dissipate.

"It's better than it was back then."

She took the gift Yang Pingsheng had given her off her neck as if showing off a treasure, waved it for Wang Jingxing to see, and said with a smile, "Look at this, it's very warm."

She leaned against the tree, looked up, and hugged the things to her chest.

It's very warm.

I don't feel cold.

Perhaps she could try to like winter.

Chapter 639 Farewell

When I left, the willows were swaying gently.

Now I come to think of you, amidst the falling rain and snow.

They walked slowly, thirsty and hungry.

My heart is grieved, none know my sorrow! — "Xiao Ya: Cai Wei"

The swirling snowflakes danced in the air like butterflies before gently drifting down to the earth. The whole world seemed to be covered by a white curtain, a world draped in silver.

The distant mountains resemble white works of art meticulously sculpted by nature, their undulating contours softened by the snow. The trees on the mountains stand like guardians in white cloaks, their outstretched branches laden with thick snow. Occasionally, a small clump of snow, unable to bear the weight, falls with a soft rustling sound, breaking the tranquility.

This winter is a bit too cold.

Cold-hearted, cold-hearted, cold-emotional.

He understood why his senior sister was so annoying.

Snow represents sadness and endings. Perhaps it was from that day that Yang Pingsheng began to hate winter.

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Darkness, like thick ink, enveloped Yang Pingsheng tightly. He could see nothing but the chill emanating from the cold ground and walls, and the presence of his confidant beside him.

He responded to Ye Buxin's words, and after responding, he could feel Ye Buxin hugging him even tighter.

“I never thought we’d die here,” he said.

"As long as we're together, nothing else matters," he heard his confidant say.

The aura of a confidant dispelled the darkness and enveloped him. He originally wanted to ask about the information, but after thinking about it, he ultimately did not speak.

His throat was stiff and his vision was blurry, but he was already reluctant to let her bleed.

He realized that this might be the end for him and his confidant. Their ideals and aspirations would be buried by madness, and the upheaval caused by the Jixia Academy would completely disrupt the newly unified world.

At this moment, he thought of Zhou Jinyu, and the girl who insisted on taking his wife's place. She was still waiting there, but he could not go back.

That might be for the best, but it's cold now, and she's so sensitive to the cold, how could she possibly stand it?

In the darkness, that inexplicable fear struck again, devouring his heart like a monster, then sucking his blood, gnawing at his spiritual veins, sparing no part of him.

He was in the arms of his confidante, yet he couldn't find a moment of peace.

Suddenly, he heard a sound, first a rumbling sound, then the formation shattered, and the surrounding air trembled.

He felt his confidant's body suddenly stiffen, and then a large amount of spiritual energy surged into his body, allowing him to use his magical techniques.

Almost instantly, he used Ye Buxin's method to suppress his physical defects and regain control.

He saw everything collapsing, and the bright moon was shining again above, with Fusu standing under it.

He looked at the young master by the light, and heard shouts of battle all around him. People followed his call and blew the horn of resistance.

He knew that his gentle breeze and bright moon had arrived.

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The riots are over.

The rebellion, started by Qi Pengju, was easily suppressed after Fusu brought in reinforcements.

The city was shattered, blood filled the air, and the immortals' methods destroyed everything. Everyone wept in pain. Fusu led his men to clean up the mess, and the roaring Qi Pengju still tried to struggle, but was firmly controlled by several immortal masters from the Meng family.