The improved female villains regained their memories.

Dreams are a very peculiar thing.

In other worlds, with other people, dreams are insignificant.

But it was precisely in this world that this happened to Luo Benmo.

Yang Pingsheng patted her back, not asking her what she dreamed about, but simply comforting her, "Sister, it was just a dream."

"No, that's not it!" Luo Benmo's voice was unusually panicked. "It's so real, it..."

“Sister, it might be because you experienced what happened with Luo Benqing before you went to sleep,” Yang Pingsheng interrupted her. “I told you, it was just a dream.”

Luo Benmo shook his head violently, then began to speak incoherently: "I... I dreamt that we were all in a dark place, and that woman was there too. Then a lot of green things separated us, and she angrily questioned you about why. Then a huge portal of light appeared, and I wanted to go in and help you, but... but..."

At this point, Luo Benmo suddenly burst into tears. She hugged Yang Pingsheng tightly, her voice trembling with sobs, "But Su Murong suddenly attacked us, and then we were in complete chaos, which prevented me from rushing in to help you immediately."

"Then I saw the light gate shatter, the green disappeared, everything was dark, and your figure vanished."

"You're dead, Pingsheng, you're dead!" Luo Benmo cried out, clutching Yang Pingsheng tightly.

"Is this my punishment, Pingsheng? Is this my punishment for abandoning Luo Benqing?"

"Sister, calm down," Yang Pingsheng tried to reassure her.

But his hands were being held, and the small body burst forth with astonishing strength, as if trying to strangle him in their arms.

"In my life, I..."

Tears streamed down his face as the usually reserved Luo Benmo erupted with intense emotion.

I don't want you to die!

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I don't want him to die.

I don't want to no matter what.

Death means separation, it means farewell forever, and it is a cruel fact just as cruel as leaving in the second life.

Luo Benmo doesn't want to go through that again.

She wanted to be with Yang Pingsheng forever, to do many things with him, and to quietly stay by his side, watching the world change and time fly by.

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly, finally having a chance to break free, and reached out to wipe away Luo Benmo's tears: "Sister, that really was just a dream."

"But......"

"Sis, isn't your intuition usually pretty accurate? Do you think I'm going to die?"

"..."

Intuition didn't respond.

But Luo Benmo was still uneasy. She stopped crying and just hugged him with her head down. The room suddenly became quiet, without any sound.

Yang Pingsheng sighed and let her hug him.

After a long, long time, he finally said, "Sister, they will all be coming today. I want to discuss with them the matter of rescuing the last villain and entering the Netherworld."

Receiving no response, he asked again, "Sis, want to come together?"

Luo Benmo nodded, and then he said, "Then, sister, you need to change your clothes and wash up."

Luo Benmo looked up and sniffed: "You help me change."

In an instant, shadows enveloped the entire room.

Wen Shihan walked out from the corner with a stern face, his voice devoid of any politeness: "Don't go too far."

Luo Benmo didn't even look at it, and raised his hand to send out a burst of spiritual energy.

Wen Shihan waved his hand to disperse the shadows, manipulating them to reach out like tentacles.

Luo Benmo flipped over and jumped off Yang Pingsheng's arms, greatly increasing the spiritual energy around him.

"Go to hell!" Her face was contorted with rage, a far cry from the sorrowful weeping she had just displayed.

The two dissipated the moment they touched.

Yang Pingsheng stood up, patted Luo Benmo's head, and looked at Wen Shihan: "Xiaohan, go outside and wait for me, okay?"

Wen Shihan turned away, his face cold, and disappeared into the shadows.

The shadows receded.

Yang Pingsheng then squatted down, looked at Luo Benmo and said, "Sister, change yourself. I'll hold you like before."

Luo Benmo's ferocious expression had vanished, replaced by the same aggrieved look as before.

"But in my life, you are dead..."

Yang Pingsheng smiled and reached out to tap Luo Benmo's forehead.

"Sis, you've become cunning too."

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After leaving Luo Benmo's place, Yang Pingsheng regained his calm demeanor.

The rising sun cast its rays upon him, but they brought no warmth whatsoever.

Wen Shihan emerged from his shadow and stood beside him.

"Brother..." she hesitated, clearly wanting to say something.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her and then smiled slightly: "They'll be here soon, Xiaohan, just say what you need to say."

"Brother, are you...?"

Wen Shihan stopped talking.

"Never mind, it's nothing," she said.

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Luo Benmo's intuition has always been accurate.

Wen Shihan knew this.

Dreams can be seen as a total outburst of intuition; it is precisely because she is overly anxious that such an outburst occurs.

Wen Shihan and Yang Pingsheng established those rules, but that doesn't mean Wen Shihan completely believed that Yang Pingsheng would let him die in his place.

He won't do that; he'll think of another way.

Despite his repeated assurances, Wen Shihan did not believe him.

The reason why Luo Benmo's dream concerned Wen Shihan so much was not because it mentioned that Yang Ping was dead, but because she mentioned a name: Su Murong.

Wen Shihan knew that the person Yang Pingsheng met last night was Su Murong.

However, his purpose in going to see her was to prevent Song Panning from harming Jiang Mochang, which is why he needed a partner. His elder brother had made this very clear to him before he went.

Last night's conversation did indeed revolve around Jiang Mochang, and Wen Shihan listened to the whole thing without finding anything wrong with it.

The only problem was Su Murong's reaction, but his brother explained that people grow up, and Su Murong's essence hadn't changed.

Her essence has indeed not changed, Wen Shihan can see that.

but......

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Wen Shihan looked at Yang Pingsheng, watching the sunlight fall on him, but it had no warmth.

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What if Yang Ping is dead or alive?

She tried to put herself in the situation and think about it.

If he were to die, all her motivation to live would disappear. Other female villains still have things to do, but for Wen Shihan, living for her brother is the only meaning of her life.

If he dies and I live on alone, what's the point of living?

Thinking of this, she subconsciously reached out and hugged Yang Pingsheng from behind, murmuring the same words she had said last night.

"Peace, brother, all I want is for you to be safe."

A surge of yin energy enveloped the two of them.

Under the sunlight, it was indeed completely devoid of warmth.

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"it is good."

She heard her brother's response.

It was as calm as still water, without any ups or downs.

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Just as they were about to reach the Luo Benmo residence, Shi Guijia suddenly landed on the ground.

She didn't rush inside, but instead put Su Murong down and looked at him, asking, "What did Pingsheng talk to you about last night?"

Su Murong blinked: "Huh? Pingsheng didn't contact me last night, why are you saying that, sis?"

"Playing dumb is pointless." Shi Guijia sneered, "I planted a magical artifact on you, and I know you met with Ping Sheng last night."

Su Murong immediately knelt in front of her, hugged her leg and wailed, "Sister, it was Pingsheng who told me not to tell anyone."

“I know, so stop howling.” Shi Guijia picked her up like a chick. “Just tell me what Pingsheng said to you.”

"Okay, sis, he came to see me last night and told me..."

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no problem.

The conversation that Su Murong said was the same as the conversation that Shi Guijia had overheard, although there were some differences in the details, but the general meaning was the same.

She wasn't lying.

Shi Guijia nodded, released Su Murong, and walked towards the courtyard.

Su Murong blinked and quickly got up to follow.