The improved female villains regained their memories.

"You led me to hold the Jixia Academy accountable, incited Qi Pengju to rebel, and made me fight them to the death."

"Ye Buxin, you clearly said you wouldn't lie to me, you said it!"

"But you lied to me!! You lied to me!"

With every word Yang Pingsheng spoke, he punched Ye Buxin in the face.

Punch after punch, fueled by anger.

Finally, he stopped, panting, and collapsed backward onto the snow.

The snow continued to fall, and Ye Buxin, his face covered in blood, just stared at the sky.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, a smile on her face: "Pingsheng, are you concerned about me?"

At that moment, Yang Pingsheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He finally realized that his confidante was not human at all; she was a monster.

A monster that twists human emotions.

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The villain has arrived.

She was the villain back then, a villain who shouldn't exist now.

She just walked over like that, and you could only see a glimpse of her green.

She walked over with the most forbidden killing move.

The children were crying, crying for the newborn.

The old people laughed loudly, laughing at death.

She is everywhere, an eternal nightmare.

My wife brought me breakfast as always, and twenty years later I realized that the first breakfast I had eaten was still undigested.

My senior walked down the street with a smile on her face. It was springtime, but I saw winter all around her.

My sister left home very early today, and I saw her kill the cat downstairs.

My family members are all normal, they just occasionally do something abnormal.

I could see that the green hue blended into the deepest recesses of their eyes.

The villain is getting close.

She held me in her arms and gave me all her love.

Chapter 645 The True Face

The yellow birds chirp and flutter, alighting on a thorn. Who followed Duke Mu? Ziche Yanxi. This Yanxi, the most outstanding of a hundred men. Standing before his grave, we tremble with fear. Oh, cruel Heaven, you have destroyed my good man! If only he could be redeemed, I would give a hundred lives for him!

The yellow birds chirp and flutter, perching on the mulberry tree. Who followed Duke Mu? Ziche Zhongxing. This Zhongxing, a defender of a hundred men. Standing near his grave, we tremble with fear. Oh, cruel Heaven, you have destroyed my good man! If only he could be redeemed, I would give a hundred lives for him!

The yellow birds chirp and flutter, alighting on the shores of Chu. Who followed Duke Mu? Ziche Zhenhu. This Zhenhu, the charioteer of a hundred men. Approaching his den, tremble with fear. Oh, cruel Heaven, you have destroyed my good man! If only he could be redeemed, I would give a hundred lives! —"The Yellow Bird" from the Book of Songs (Qin Feng)

Yang Pingsheng never expected that his usually amiable senior brother would openly express his murderous intent towards Ye Buxin. He had been trying his best to avoid internal strife among the Ghost Valley disciples, so why was he showing such great hostility towards Ye Buxin? He sat there, and Yang Pingsheng could see clearly that his eyes were full of worry.

He gestured for Yang Pingsheng to sit next to him. Dressed in white, he appeared somewhat somber in the surrounding atmosphere. His face was like a finely carved piece of jade, his sword-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his deep eyes were filled with entanglement and worry. There seemed to be a faint light flickering in his eyes, as if his inner struggle was churning within them. Beneath his high, straight nose, his lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth, which were originally gentle, now carried a hint of bitterness.

He poured wine for Yang Pingsheng, then drank a bowl by himself.

He possessed the power of destiny; perhaps he didn't know the inside story as well as Yang Pingsheng, but he probably saw more.

Yang Pingsheng waited quietly, waiting for his senior brother to speak.

“You know, there are some things I can’t say, but you know that,” Fusu said.

"Senior Brother, I don't understand. I support your actions and your aspirations, but Ye Buxin..." Yang Pingsheng said.

Before he could finish speaking, Fusu interrupted him: "I understand, I understand. If I were you, I probably wouldn't know what to do either. That's normal, it's okay, Pingsheng, relax."

He comforted Yang Pingsheng, keeping his own struggles to himself.

Finally, he said, "If you are confident, and if Ye Buxin is truly willing to stay in the position you and she agreed upon, then I will say nothing more."

Finally, Qingfeng and Mingyue patted Yang Pingsheng on the shoulder: "Ask her again, Pingsheng, ask her again."

"At least make sure she's not lying to you."

That night, no one knew what Yang Pingsheng was feeling when he went to see Ye Buxin.

They wandered around the capital for a long time that night, and finally watched the sunrise from the tallest building in the capital. He looked at Ye Buxin and watched her eyes being illuminated by the sunlight.

Shining brightly.

She was like an illusion, the greatest secret between her and him, Ye Buxin... She wasn't even human, not even a life form. She was a product not recognized by the Heavenly Dao, the biggest bug in this world.

This is the kind of person who became Yang Pingsheng's confidant and carried all his emotions.

Guiguzi, Fusu, Nangong Qingyang... They may have learned about Ye Buxin's hidden dangers through their own means, but they have not yet come into contact with the most core secret. If this anomaly stays at home, there is nothing wrong with it, but she is very likely to become a demon, an eternal nightmare against the Heavenly Dao.

He had countless opportunities to kill her.

"If you kill me, you will be all alone again. You will have no confidants, and no one will love you like I do. Are you going to lay a hand on me?" he heard the demon inside him roar.

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The snow-covered world resembled a giant white velvet blanket, tranquil and cold. The howling wind, like sharp blades, sliced ​​through the skin and stung to the bone.

Crimson blood stained the pristine white snow like blooming red plum blossoms. Ye Buxin's words filled Yang Pingsheng's eyes with pain and despair; his body trembled slightly, and his lips turned a bluish hue from the cold and his inner turmoil.

At this moment, Ye Buxin actually showed a happy emotion. Should she show such an emotion?

These words were colder than the surrounding snow. He had once longed for care and love, but when such love actually arrived, he only felt his scalp tingle.

He didn't understand emotions. He used to think Ye Buxin didn't understand them either, but now he realized that she wasn't ignorant; rather, she had distorted all emotions.

She has human emotions, but she doesn't act like a human.

She is a monster, a demon, a shadowy figure known as Green.

"My life."

She sat up again, without cleaning the blood off her face, touched it with her hand, and put the bloody part in her mouth.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore. I know I shouldn't have kept it from you."

She said it with a smile, as if she were making a little joke.

"Don't worry about me. After the life exchange, I can cultivate like a normal person. Absorbing and utilizing spiritual energy will be no problem at all. I have modified that move into a forbidden killing move. Although the avatars that were separated each have their own consciousness and personality, they are all based on my [essence]. They cannot devour me like I did before, so there is no need to worry."

"I am who I am, and Ye Buxin will always be with Yang Pingsheng," she said.

That's a beautiful sentence, full of love and care, and it carries the vow that Yang Pingsheng longed for. But now, why can't he be happy at all? Even his expression has become so stiff.

She's a monster...

Once the thought popped into his head, he couldn't control it; the fear was materializing, forcing him to regret it.

Should he regret it?

He regretted not killing Ye Buxin, and he regretted becoming her confidante.

He felt a little tired, his body exhausted from enduring Nangong Qingyang's attacks. He sat there, letting the snow fall on him, without replying to Ye Buxin's words.

He saw that Ye Buxin's pale face had a sickly flush, and her eyes were shining with an unusual light, as if she had obtained some precious treasure. Her hair was flying wildly in the wind, intertwined with the snow.

"Pingsheng, the scales of advantage are now in our hands. We have controlled the First Emperor and used Zhao Gao as our spokesperson, so the entire Qin court is under our control. Next, as long as we gather the four great treasures to help you correct your physical defects, we can truly move towards the highest point." Ye Buxin's voice was filled with excitement, seemingly completely unaware of Yang Pingsheng's silence.

The fear materialized and finally engulfed him. The surrounding snow seemed to be infected by Ye Buxin's twisted emotions, becoming even colder and more biting. He felt that Ye Buxin was like an ice cave hidden beneath the white snow, seemingly pure and beautiful, but actually cold and ruthless, a monster that could twist people's emotions at will.

right here.

Kill her right here; we must never let her leave again.

Yang Pingsheng looked up and saw that Ye Buxin had removed the clever trick on her face, revealing her true colors.

She laughed and said, "From now on, I no longer need to hide my face. We can be together openly and honestly."

Yang Pingsheng stood there, stunned.

The snow fell heavily, almost freezing him into a statue.

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"Why do you cover your face?" Yang Pingsheng once asked Ye Buxin.

"Because I can't walk in the sunlight." That was her answer to Yang Pingsheng before.

Yang Pingsheng touched her face, a very ordinary face, with traces of ingenious techniques flowing across it, obscuring her true appearance.

He was somewhat dazed and didn't move his hand away for a moment.

Long, long ago, when Yang Pingsheng had just joined the Linlang Sect, the Chu royal family visited the newly built sect. He stood far behind the crowd and saw the princess walking among them. She was still young then, but her beauty was already astonishing. It was hard to imagine how beautiful she would be when she grew up.

"If you like it, I'll use this face when I'm ready, and you can do whatever you want with it." Ye Buxin took the initiative to move closer, pressing her forehead against Yang Pingsheng's, and whispered some chilling words in his ear.

Yang Pingsheng felt his heart pounding. He was a piece of trash who had struggled out of the mud, a person born with a disability. In this era that valued noble bloodlines, how dare he presume to tarnish that awe-inspiring nobility?

But she arrogantly said that it was possible, that her soul had already taken over, and that if Yang Pingsheng was a disabled person, then she was not even human.

She knew perfectly well that they were the same kind of people, a twisted product, a piece of trash that no one wanted. They praised each other as geniuses, got along well, and kept each other warm.

They are all terrifying monsters.

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Rumble!

A biting wind raged across the snow, whipping up layers of snow mist. Yang Pingsheng slowly stood up, his icy gaze fixed on Ye Buxin.

In an instant, the earth began to tremble violently, as if a giant beast had been awakened. The surrounding snow, as if startled, fluttered and danced. Huge cracks appeared on the ground, like giant, winding pythons crawling towards Ye Buxin. From the cracks, soil and rocks surged out, seemingly trying to bury Ye Buxin completely.

Ye Buxin's smile vanished as her body was swallowed by the earth. Amidst the flying rubble, her cold gaze pierced through the air.

"Ping Sheng, you dare to lay a hand on me?"

The surrounding earth continued to roar with Yang Pingsheng's movements, sending more rocks and dirt flying high into the air before crashing down towards Ye Buxin's location. The scene resembled the end of the world, yet Ye Buxin's voice was like a glimmer of evil light in the darkness, sending chills down Yang Pingsheng's spine. His killing moves grew even more ferocious, as if only in this way could he dispel the fear within him.

In an instant, the green light burst forth, shattering the surrounding rocks. Ye Buxin stood in mid-air, her cold eyes fixed on Yang Pingsheng.

She seemed to be thinking about something when she suddenly smiled reconcilingly: "You're still angry because I lied to you. Yes, it was my fault, and it's understandable that you're angry."