The improved female villains regained their memories.

“The marriage ceremony I used was modeled after that of ordinary families, so simple that you shouldn’t blame me,” she said softly. “I have no father or mother, and all my feelings are for you. When you were a human chess piece, I always followed behind you and watched over you. Now that the master has given me to you, you can rest assured that I have no ulterior motives towards you.”

She clutched her chest: "My feelings for you are genuine and sincere, no matter who I am."

Whether she is Jiang Shiyu or Jinyu.

Yang Pingsheng looked up and saw the same black fire burning in the other person's eyes. He silently got up.

He replied, "In that case, let's proceed with the wedding ceremony."

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The scene before me was so familiar, yet so heartbreaking.

In Yang Pingsheng's memory, he had done this with the female villain from the Eighth World before, but that was just a mission. So why is he so disgusted and repulsed now?

It was the system that spoke, and it was somewhat embarrassed, but under Xiaoyu's cold gaze, it still spoke:

"Worship heaven and earth!"

With a loud shout, he seemed to fall back into that illusion.

The modern city with its towering buildings, the crowded and faceless masses, and the girl waving in the crowd.

He walked up to the girl and found that she, too, had no face.

He was deceived; he was deceived from the very beginning.

A thousand kinds of hatred, ten thousand kinds of annoyance, this life is over.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

But why does that soul without memory emit an unknown rage?

The black fire of obsession, which was called good and evil, became disordered because of the deception, but a new black fire was ignited in the soul.

The unknown black fire burned brighter and brighter, but Yang Pingsheng could not see its true form.

"Three bows—"

What should I be persistent about?

What should I insist on?

What was my original aspiration?

Amidst layers of fantasy, the pink phantom descends once more, shattering everything.

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"Yang Pingsheng, have you forgotten your ambition to bring peace of mind to the people of the world?!"

Chapter 668 The Wind Rises!

"Jiang Mochang!!"

In the realm of rules, Bai Ze looked at Jiang Mochang, whose [essence] was nearly worn away, and was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Her solid figure had mostly dissipated, with only her upper body still showing a semblance of human form. Her lower body, being illusory, lay prostrate on the dark ground, her fingertips shimmering with pink light.

She actually broke through the limitations of the rules and refined a wisp of energy to remind Yang Pingsheng.

"Why are you doing this?" Bai Ze roared angrily. "Even without your reminder, he had already prepared a backup plan. Now you're doing this regardless of your own injuries. What about my deal with him?"

"That was a deal between you and him, what does it have to do with me?"

"You...you're a madman!!"

Jiang Mochang chuckled coldly: "Say what you will, I just can't stand Ye Buxin doing these disgusting things to me. You can ignore me, but I made the worst-case scenario plan before I did all this."

Bai Ze was trembling with anger, but because of the rules, it had to step in to help Jiang Mochang stabilize the remaining [essence].

"My agreement with him was to protect you, nothing more. If you think you can use this rule to manipulate me, you're mistaken!!" Bai Ze roared, "Jiang Mochang, you'd better stay here obediently in this state!!"

It further restricted Jiang Mochang, disappearing into the darkness.

Before being embraced by darkness, Jiang Mochang's eyes remained fixed on the images of the main world, looking at Xiaoyu and Yang Pingsheng.

"I'm sorry, but I really can't wait any longer."

'I don't want you to leave the wind to me; I want to awaken your wind.'

'In my life, the wind has risen.'

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Yang Pingsheng fell to the ground, his head buzzing.

The voice was so familiar, yet so strange; my soul trembled, but my body remained unresponsive.

"Pingsheng, are you alright?" Xiaoyu rushed over to help him, but when she saw his appearance, she froze.

"Pingsheng, what's wrong?"

".......What's wrong with me?"

"You, you're crying."

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eye.

A patch of moist red.

These are not tears, but tears of blood.

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The pink phantom rushed in recklessly, only to scatter in all directions.

Amidst the shattering, a touch of pink seeped into the soul.

Something is being awakened deep within the soul.

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Having no memory is a sad thing in itself.

Pingsheng, are you listening to me?

I am in your soul, always watching over you.

I watched you become lost, watched you lose sight of your original aspirations, watched you fall into the trap of your obsessive deception.

You keep asking yourself, how should one live one's life?

You asked me this question before, but I'm just a monster. How would I know how a person should live?

But as I watch you, as you go through endless cycles of reincarnation and are constantly deceived, I suddenly feel a sense of sorrow.

I think you shouldn't live your life deceiving others.

This isn't like you at all, not like the Ping Sheng I knew.

The person I know, Pingsheng, may be defeated, but he will never admit defeat. He is a ruthless person who would rather start over a thousand times to get the answer. He will never give up easily, whether it is for the things he wants to do or the people he wants to pursue.

How could you be fooled? By that mortal enemy, and by that black cat.

You already have me, what do you need that black cat for!

Yang Pingsheng, this is the only thing I'm even more unwilling to accept than you are.

That is, rather than seeing you die, I would rather see you forget the path you want to take and have your fate manipulated by others.

This is the only thing I'm not satisfied with!

When the wind blows, it will surely bring you new hope and guide you when you are lost.

I know you're waiting for me, waiting for the wind to rise.

All my life, listen, the wind is rising.

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The wounded soul shattered at that moment.

A brand new soul was born from it, along with a small, peculiar fragment.

Yang Pingsheng felt as if his body was soaking in warm water; it was dark around him, but warm.

The gentle breeze carried him, preventing him from falling into the abyss.

Is it the wind?

Is the wind picking up?

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The lingering pink hue landed on the fragment, and the two merged, making the fragment seem to come alive.

"Meow!!"

It actually transformed into a cat spirit.

"Damn it, I died for nothing, meow!"

He stared blankly at the cat spirit, whose body shimmered with a dark light that resonated perfectly with his soul.

"what........"

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter the name because he had forgotten it.

But his eyes were already brimming with tears.

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Yang Pingsheng fell backward, his eyes vacant.

Xiaoyu rushed forward, but was repelled by an invisible force.

boom!

Strands of black energy flowed from his seven orifices, transforming into a black cat spirit.

The cat spirit rushed into the system's body at an extremely fast speed, tearing apart the system's consciousness in an instant.

"what!!"

The system let out a scream, and the next second, its eyes lit up with a spiritual light.