The improved female villains regained their memories.

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Yang Pingsheng is certain that his past self truly wanted to die.

This made him wonder, if they hadn't come, how had he survived in the past?

The answer to this question is no longer important, since the past version of himself has been altered. Yang Pingsheng's first task now is to stop his past self from committing suicide, and his second task is to find out why his past self attempted suicide.

But this is somewhat difficult, because my past self absolutely refused to communicate.

He sat there sullenly, like a withdrawn child.

Yang Pingsheng looked at him, and after a while, he was infected by the deathly aura surrounding him.

"Are you troubled, meow?"

He stood at the doorway, with Qi Feng nestled at his feet.

He turned his head and saw that Wen Shihan wanted to talk to his past self, but his past self was curled up there without moving, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"After all, Luo Yi is the core of a tenth-grade magic weapon. Now that the spacetime order is somewhat chaotic, I can only barely maintain it by relying on the True Mark of the Great Dao."

"Have you thought of a solution yet, meow?" Qi Feng looked up at him.

"Not yet. If my coming to this point was my own arrangement in the past, then I don't understand his intention in arranging for me to meet with my current self."

He wondered if his past self hadn't been so strategic, and if he had actually intended to send himself to solve Ye Buxin's problem, but due to various coincidences, he could only influence himself in the end.

But now that things have come to this point, Yang Pingsheng cannot give up.

"Before the magic artifact is damaged, I need to understand my true past self," Yang Pingsheng said.

"Pingsheng, I believe in you, keep it up, meow!" Qi Feng waved his paws.

Yang Pingsheng looked into the room again. Wen Shihan was still supporting the boy, who seemed a little annoyed and turned his face away.

His face was turned towards the doorway, directly meeting Yang Pingsheng's gaze.

The past self and the present self intersect.

In the end, the boy looked away.

He got up and, unexpectedly, banged his head against the wall again.

But the rising yin energy gently stopped him, allowing him to crash into it.

I was so stubborn in the past.

Wen Shihan looked at Yang Pingsheng with pleading in his eyes.

Yang Pingsheng transmitted his voice coldly: "No."

Wen Shihan hung his head.

Qi Feng suddenly lunged at Yang Pingsheng's feet: "You two were secretly communicating telepathically again, meow!"

Yang Pingsheng picked it up and stroked its fur.

What are you saying, meow?

"Xiao Han wants to take him out alone and help him resolve his inner conflicts."

"I think it's a good idea, meow. Although Wen Shihan is gloomy, difficult to talk to, prone to killing people, and harbors ill intentions towards other villains, he is definitely good to you. Why not let her give it a try, meow?"

"No."

In his eyes, Wen Shihan himself needed redemption, so how could he possibly redeem others?

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His idea was quickly shaken.

On the fifth night, the boy ran away.

Fortunately, the surrounding area was protected by traces of the Great Dao and Yin spiritual energy. The only mountain pass was also protected by demonic energy spread by Qi Feng. With these three things present, even if the boy were an immortal, he wouldn't be able to leave easily, let alone if he were just an ordinary person.

The boy hadn't run more than a few steps when Yang Pingsheng dragged him back.

Suppressing his anger, Yang Pingsheng threw him onto the bed and said, "We've been together for a few days now, you should be able to tell that we mean no harm."

The boy kept his head down and didn't say anything.

Wen Shihan tugged at Yang Pingsheng's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, don't be so fierce."

"?"

Yang Pingsheng turned to look at her. "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Shihan shrank back under his gaze and whispered, "I just think you should try to understand yourself more, brother."

If he had his memory, maybe he could, but the problem is he doesn't.

I came here with only one hope, but I never expected to end up working as a nanny again.

Most importantly, for some reason, Yang Pingsheng felt an inexplicable anger whenever he saw his past self.

This nameless anger was extremely complex, and the emotions it contained were something Yang Pingsheng couldn't explain.

"If I were just a mortal, if Xiao Han, you hadn't come with me..." Yang Pingsheng suppressed his nameless anger and transmitted his voice, "Then this guy would have been bitten to death by wolves, and my lower body would have become weak tonight!"

He was genuinely curious about how his past self had managed to survive.

“The timeline has changed, and the outcome is uncertain.” Wen Shihan comforted him, “Brother, don’t be discouraged. Since the brother of the past made the arrangements, there must have been a reason.”

"I've lived through nine lifetimes like this, must I now go through this one as well!?"

Yang Pingsheng was extremely irritable.

He had tried very hard to suppress his anger, but he still couldn't help but speak in a harsh tone.

"Brother, don't worry." For some reason, this time travel made Wen Shihan more composed. She said in a deep voice, "That child is willing to eat what I feed him. Brother, why don't you give me some time to be alone with him? I'm sure I can open his heart."

"........."

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

Wen Shihan moved closer, grasped his hand, and whispered, "Brother, believe me, have you forgotten? I used to be a beggar too. Back then, I was also..."

She was just like him, sensitive and suspicious, trapping herself in her own world, hiding away like an ostrich.

Her brother became her salvation, and if she could, she would also want to become her brother's salvation.

Yang Pingsheng wavered.

He thought of his first life, and before he knew it, that dirty little girl had become capable of saying such things.

He looked at the little boy again—himself from the past.

“Luo Yi is constantly being impacted by the torrent of time, and my Dao trace is also unstable.”

Yang Pingsheng asked telepathically, "How long will it take you?"

"I don't know," Wen Shihan said honestly. "That child and I are different. The main difference is that he wants to die, while I want to live, so..."

The key is to figure out why he wants to die, and that could take a very long time.

Yang Pingsheng thought of the wolf girl from the Seventh World, who had taken him a lot of time to tame.

But if it were me...

Yang Pingsheng took a deep breath and looked into Wen Shihan's eyes, which seemed to hold only him.

"it is good."

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Yang Pingsheng and Qi Feng left, leaving only Wen Shihan and the boy.

Wen Shihan didn't initiate a conversation, but continued preparing dinner on her own. Soon, she came over with the food.

"Let's eat," she said casually.

The boy bit his tongue hard, but failed.

The yin energy swirled around it, preventing the teeth and tongue from touching.

Wen Shihan sat down next to him and smiled, "Do you need me to feed you?"

The boy didn't speak. He seemed to have accepted the fact that he couldn't resist, and took the bowl of food himself, eating it silently.

'Very good, this is a good start, brother. I don't know what you've been through, nor why you wanted to die, but I want to save you the way you saved me.'

She looked at the boy, a strange emotion welling up in her eyes, and reached out to touch his messy hair.

The boy seemed to sense Wen Shihan's emotions and stared at him blankly.

He looked into those pupils, which truly could only hold him.

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Yang Pingsheng and Qi Feng watched all this from outside the window, then silently withdrew.

He returned to his room, and Qi Feng lay on his lap.

"Is Xiaohan alright?" he asked Qi Feng, quite worried.

"No problem, meow. Wen Shihan is an immortal after all. Could you have killed her in the past?" Qi Feng said, "You left a mark of the Great Dao on him, and I left demonic energy on him. It's hard for him to die now, meow."

"I think... never mind."

"What? Does the fact that your little sister has suddenly become the older sister make you feel ashamed, meow?"

"..."

"You guessed right, meow?"

"I think Xiaohan is the villain. You know what villains are; they're all deeply obsessed. I'm afraid this will influence my past self, and then Luo Yi will absorb that influence, and then the future..."

"Yeah, that's true, meow. After all, you don't know how to go to those secluded places now, meow."

Qi Feng licked his paws and said, "But it's no use you going, meow. Aren't you a villain too, meow?"

Qi Feng is right.

In some ways, Yang Pingsheng, the villain, is not as good as Wen Shihan. At least Wen Shihan's obsession was not broken, but Yang Pingsheng's obsession had long since rotted away.

He might be just as lost as that little boy right now.

Outside, the wind rustled the leaves. Yang Pingsheng looked out the window as the wind swept past, stirring up dust.