Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

So when he saw the nameless face, his first reaction was to replace it with him.

That delicate and beautiful face.

The woman below had a face full of scars, her facial features were distorted, and now her body was covered with dark blood scabs and smelled of blood.

He doesn't care about his life when fighting. He is simply a madman.

Ugly and disgusting.

But he had to take her with him. In Wuming's memory, he liked this ugly woman very much, although Barbarossa Julius did not understand why he liked this ugly woman at all.

If I don't bring her with me, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

His expression became softer and he whispered, "Why are you still so dazed? Haven't you recovered yet? Do you still remember who I am?"

Yeats nodded and said, "Julius."

She remembered that she and Wuming came here to check the seal, and then they encountered a monster that manipulated memories. The monster also turned into Wuming's appearance. Although it was difficult, they still won.

"Can you stand up?" Ye Zhi looked at him stretching out his white arm. She nodded, grabbed his hand, and after standing up, her legs went weak and she couldn't stand steadily. Fortunately, she held on to the ice around her and did not fall. When Wuming pulled her up, he let go of her hand and walked outside.

She held the ice, her fingers were cold, and she clenched them together until they turned white.

Barbarossa Julius wiped the ice and snow, frowned and rubbed it hard, and it touched blood, which was disgusting. When could he kill this crazy woman?

He looked down at the woman who had been following him. She was so shaky, but she was still following him?

He showed his malicious intent, so he decided to abandon her.

At worst, I can go out and rewrite their memory, saying that this person never existed.

Ye Zhi took a deep breath and almost fell down after slipping again. She watched Wuming walk up to the top. She exhaled and the pale air instantly froze into frost. She couldn't see clearly because the frost had frozen her eyelashes.

She felt a little cold, but more tired. The battle with the light particles had almost consumed all her strength. The wound from the wedge that had just been pulled out was still bleeding. The rampaging light particles kept cutting into her body. She coughed twice, and the blood at the corners of her mouth froze into ice.

She opened her mouth and closed it again.

In my memory, he would carry her downstairs on his back, carefully ask her if she was cold, and ask her if it hurt.

It won't go up like this.

Ye Zhi thought of a possibility, and his already pale face turned even paler.

Has he, Wuming, given up on being gentle to her?

No, that's right, it's just too tiring, yes, too tiring after a battle.

She could feel that the flame that she had obtained with great difficulty seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

At the last step, Ye Zhi's legs went limp and she sat down on the ground. She was gasping for breath and her vision went dark due to exhaustion. She swallowed and wondered if she could take a break.

She looked up and saw Wuming's expression, and her face froze.

His disdainful indifference was as if he was looking at a pile of trash. His cold eyes examined her body inch by inch, as if he was assessing her worth.

Her whole body was frozen from the inside out, as if a hole had been pierced in her heart, bleeding profusely. She heard him say calmly, "Do you want to take a break?"

He was already a little impatient.

This realization made her feel terrified. Why was she impatient? Was it because she was walking too slowly? She was very tired, really tired, and her whole body ached. She really had no strength left.

But, is Wuming the kind of person who would ask if she is tired? He should have carried her and left.

Did he really give up on her?

Barbarossa Julius's merciless and indifferent eyes frightened Yeats. He turned around and said slowly, "Waste."

Ye Zhi raised her hand, trying to grab his clothes, but missed. She looked at her empty hands and suddenly laughed.

That flame, the fire he gave her, was extinguished in an instant.

No, it's just that he doesn't want to give such mercy anymore.

That's right, the warmth composed of sympathy and pity will disappear in a little while. Unfortunately, what she exchanged for her life has not changed at all.

Ye Zhi looked at his hands and thought, you see, it turns out that he will never get it.

Even the only bit of warmth...can't be obtained.

But, he had made a promise, he was hers.

Yeats got up and stumbled after Wuming, like a moth chasing a flame, trying to rekindle the extinguished flame.

She fell down weakly, clutching his clothes, and he waved his hand and she fell to the ground.

She stared at Wuming and said, "You made a promise. You said you would give me everything."

you are mine.

Would you give all this to someone else?

No, this definitely won't work.

She got up and grabbed his arm desperately as if she was catching a flying bird, but was pushed to the ground with a slap. Then he raised his arm and slapped her.

Her ears buzzed, her head felt dizzy, and she seemed to feel as if her nose was bleeding.

Julius took action?

Julius, hit her?

She stood up and snapped her fingers. A golden chain appeared under Wuming's feet. He looked very surprised. She raised the golden dagger and stabbed it into his heart, all the way to the end, and then stirred it.

If you won't give all that to Me, then there is no point in your living.

She raised another dagger, slashed his throat, looked at his surprised eyes, and stabbed the nail into his eyes expressionlessly.

If you give this to anyone else, I will kill you.

I heard footsteps from behind, and then they stopped. I shook the blood off my hands and turned to see a young man in a white coat. He looked exactly like Julius!

Ye Zhi felt a slight pain in her head, but she suppressed her nausea. All her memories just now slowly emerged in her mind. She exhaled, but her heart calmed down. Sure enough, that Julius was a fake.

The monster changed his identity and rewrote his memory in an attempt to deceive her.

And this one in front of you is real.

Fortunately, she recovered her memory. If she hadn't, based on her memory that the monster was wearing a white coat, she might have attacked the real Julius.

Ye Zhi sighed and forced a smile. She wanted to say hello, but saw Wuming's face with an inexplicable flush of excitement, while Novia on the side had already floated into the sky.

He grasped her bloody hand, and felt from the wrist to the fingers. With a pious smile, he lowered his head and kissed her fingers, then raised his head and smiled, "Nice to meet you for the first time. This is her most successful work."

Ye Zhi frowned. Works, what works? She saw his eyes and suddenly realized that she had not yet recovered her memory.

The young man in the white coat looked affectionate. "Don't be nervous. I know you have no memory, but I want to tell you that the relationship between us is very close, especially as a work of art."

Ye Zhi opened her eyes wide. Every word he uttered seemed to make her fall into sugar water, and all she tasted was sweetness.

Even when talking about the so-called work, the tone is gentle as if talking to a lover.

That ball of fire trembled, licking my heart and making it itchy.

For some reason, an itchy and numb feeling that I can't describe came over me.

the work.

She lowered her eyes, smiled shyly, and said softly, "I can't remember either, but are we really that close?"

She rubbed her fingers against his, and then their fingers were crossed and clasped together tightly.

She looked greedily at Julius' face, from his eyelashes to his lips. This word was very simple to say, not that difficult. She said it easily in his gentle eyes.

The young man in the white coat's eyes became more gentle. "Of course, I really am. Ye Zhi, you have suffered."

Ye Zhi bowed her head slightly and hugged him gently, "It's okay, it's okay."

They couldn't see the expressions of the two people, nor did they know what was in their hearts.

Julius thought that it didn't matter whether she was there or not, it was now. There were too many uncontrollable works, if he could cut off a copy from her.

What Ye Zhi wanted was to acknowledge the relationship as soon as possible while he had no memory of it, and he must stay with me forever and bring me warmth.

Anyway, both parties are satisfied.

The black-haired "Yeats" floated in the air, sympathizing with Barbarossa Julius who was stabbed through, or to be more precise, the fallen figure, and sighed helplessly.

"Work No. 1548679, failed."

Chapter 19 Roland Julius

After leaving that damn place, Julius took Yeats out of the experimental field, and the two spent a very leisurely time together.

She entrusted herself to Julius, who trusted her wholeheartedly and even took her to meet his father, Mr. Roland, and his son and daughter, Little Roland.

As his memory recovered, Yeats began to recall certain painful things, so much so that he had been lying in bed unable to move recently.

Taking a long breath and looking at the ray of morning light coming in through the window, Julius just wanted to kick all the troublesome things out of his mind.

Carrying the freshly cooked soup upstairs, Julius knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open.

"Please come in."

Ye Zhi's gentle voice sounded. She had gotten up at this moment, but due to the influence of being locked up in that place, she was still unable to walk normally.

She was leaning against the head of the bed, her long, silky black hair draped behind her, her eyes fixed on the rising sun outside the window.

The sunlight shining on that soft cheek makes it impossible to associate it with the blood-stained figure on the battlefield.

Yeats's "home" was really unbearable, so Julius decided to let her stay in Julius's home.

Although Yeats was somewhat reluctant at first, he stayed because of Julius's tough attitude.

"Yeats, drink the soup."

Putting the soup pot aside, Julius came to Yeats with a bowl of soup.

When Ye Zhi saw Julius handing him the spoon, his cheeks couldn't help but turn slightly red.

"I can drink it myself..."

"A patient should behave like a patient. Just accept my care with peace of mind."

Julius smiled and continued to scoop soup from the bowl, waiting for it to cool down a little before bringing it to Yeats's mouth.

After returning and recuperating for a few days, Ye Zhi's face finally regained some color and his lips regained their rosy color.

She took a sip, and swallowed it slowly as if she was chewing it carefully, while also stretching out her hand to block it, as if she was afraid that the soup would spill onto the bed.

"So you can't take care of Julius unless he gets sick?"

Ye Zhi muttered softly, his eyes unconsciously looking at his own hands, which were grabbing the quilt and rubbing them casually.

But Julius didn't hear what was said and just continued to scoop up the soup.

"Ye Zhi, what are you going to do in the future? Are you going to continue searching for your memories?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhi's face darkened noticeably.

"It's hard to say. I don't have much to prove my identity."

Julius had been to Yeats's residence before, and that was the first key part she found after her memory was restored.

Home

Although Julius wanted to keep as much as possible, due to the long time, those things had already gone bad and were no longer edible.

"Yeah, I went to your house that day and cleaned out all the broken things."

"You went to my house?!"

Ye Zhi's voice unconsciously rose an octave. She suddenly seemed to be frightened, and her eyes were fixed on Julius.

This attitude puzzled Julius, who didn't quite understand why Yeats was so nervous.

"Yeah, otherwise who can send your things back to you? Don't worry, I'm just cleaning up those troublesome things, and I definitely didn't pry into your privacy."

Julius considered himself a sensible person and certainly would not pry into other people's privacy, let alone take advantage of others.

"Ahem... you probably haven't opened that table, have you?"

Ye Zhi seemed to be relieved, and his shoulders, which had been unconsciously hunched, relaxed, but he still coughed lightly a few times and asked casually.

"No, who am I, Yeats? You have to believe me, ah——"

Julius smiled and handed Yeats another spoonful of soup.