The improved female villains regained their memories.

Will she stand in Fusu's way and become a scourge to the world?

Will she become everyone's nightmare, destroying the peace of all living beings?

Ye Buxin's answer to him was, "Okay."

She said she would always be the one with the sword.

Yang Pingsheng then smiled happily.

It was a smile as kind as the stars, but it was set against a backdrop of deep space as black.

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If that's the case, that would be great.

You monster, you will belong to no one but me, Yang Pingsheng.

From now on, only I will remain in your world.

Just like my world, from now on, only you remain.

We two monsters will be together forever.

From this day forward, we will never be apart again.

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"Huh? You actually thought that back then?" Ye Bu interrupted in surprise, this was beyond her expectations.

“This is just my guess,” Yang Pingsheng said. “I’m just looking at my memories from a third-party perspective, but I put myself in their shoes, and I think I would probably think the same way if I were in their shoes.”

"What's the difference? It's all you anyway."

"If that's what you think, then so be it."

Yang Pingsheng said, "But I think I couldn't have predicted everything back then. For example, Zhou Jinyu. I definitely didn't want to drag her down with me, but I didn't expect that he only thought there were two monsters in the world, but a third one appeared."

When Zhou Jinyu was mentioned, Ye Buxin became visibly unhappy, but she didn't interrupt; instead, she listened patiently.

"The other thing I didn't expect at the time was you..."

Little did he know that Ye Buxin was lying to him; she was unwilling to accept the sword and wouldn't give up until she hit a brick wall.

"How about now? You lost, didn't you?" Yang Pingsheng mocked her. "You're still obediently carrying your sword."

“Don’t forget,” Ye Buxin reminded him, “I am the one who is in charge.”

"What difference does it make? The will of the world is mine anyway."

This is a fact.

Ye Buxin was indeed the loser.

“I understand.” Ye Buxin nodded: “So from then on, you started to pour human intention into me. It seems that your relationship with Li Zhujun is better than I thought. At least before you met me in the Ghost Valley Sect, he had already taught you the Human Intention Technique.”

Yang Pingsheng remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

This kind of thing becomes clear with a little thought. Everything they have is taught by Guiguzi Wang Xu. The Destiny Game and so on are also Wang Xu's magic tools. If Ye Buxin can use these to come up with the Human Chess Plan, then why can't Wang Xu?

It turns out that everything started there; that was the earliest human chess game, and Ye Buxin was the original villain.

"Fine." Ye Buxin feigned anger: "You two, master and disciple, schemed against me."

"...It's as if that's not your master. Besides, your master already gave you the path; wasn't that your own choice?"

To say that Wang Xu was biased doesn't seem to be true.

He gave Ye Buxin a choice, allowing Ye Buxin to seize his magic weapon, and even condoned Ye Buxin's harming of his fellow disciples. If Ye Buxin was the one who won in the end, Wang Xu would not say anything.

"That's why you vouched for me in front of Fusu and the others." Ye Bu thought it through. "So that's how it is. Yang Pingsheng, you really love me."

What a despicable trick.

Unfortunately, there were still many things he hadn't anticipated. For example, he changed his mind in the end, killed Ye Buxin, and stood on the opposite side of her. As a result, not only did she not die, but she also used that human will to turn into the strongest hatred.

The most extreme love, the most extreme hate, it doesn't matter, after all, what Ye Buxin cares about is only her relationship with Yang Pingsheng.

Whether it's love or hate, it doesn't matter.

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It turns out that everything was a trap they had created for themselves, and they only had themselves to blame.

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"Then congratulations, you've won. A peaceful world has been achieved, albeit an artificial one, but it is indeed reassuring."

Ye Buxin clapped her hands, as if applauding him, and said, "So, what does this winner want to do to me, the loser?"

Yang Pingsheng looked at her; her smiling eyes showed no sign of fear.

"I love you so much. My love for you is the most sublime emotion among humankind." For some reason, the girl's voice echoed in his memory again.

She is indeed a monster, but she is also a proud monster. Even so, she still uttered words like "love," "admit defeat," and "I'm sorry."

She could no longer harm anyone; she had become part of the world, atoning for the sins of her past life in a brand new world prison.

She lost everything, and now she truly belonged to him alone.

He should perhaps laugh loudly, mocking the loser as the winner, or perhaps he should change his stance and declare it in the name of love, making her understand this again.

But he didn't. He felt calm and his movements were swift and decisive. He simply stepped forward, lowered his head, and kissed her.

He knew perfectly well that sometimes a moment can be eternity.

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"By the way, I wanted to tell you something."

"explain."

"The methods the female villains used before have come in handy. I estimate that if they cause a few more disturbances, I will be forced to leave. At that time, they will definitely coerce me. So I have an idea."

"what?"

"I want to build a harem and bring them all to the immortal realm..."

With a bang, my body felt light as a feather.

Surrounded by clouds, was he blasted away? Oh well, love is about to turn into hate again, but it doesn't matter, Ye Buxin doesn't care anyway.

Before falling back to the mortal world, he asked Ye Buxin telepathically, "Do you want to come down and take a look?"

All he got in return was Ye Buxin's curses: "Get lost, and don't ever come up here again. And all your avatars, I'll kill them all in a bit."

"Then your avatar will cry."

"Kill them all."

"Okay, I'll come find you when I'm done playing."

"Yang Pingsheng, you xxxxxxx!!!"

She swore a lot.

This was probably the first time he had heard her swear, unlike any other time, so he laughed happily.

Sure enough, he was a monster just like her.

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The royal entourage of the Chu Kingdom entered the Linlang Sect.

Princess Wang Ji sensed something and turned around to look.

That person stood in the crowd, and in that fleeting glance, their eyes met those of the princess.

They quickly separated.

When the princess looked again, the man was gone.

She blinked and saw ripples of fate echoing not far away.

When will people understand? Everything begins from the very beginning, from the smallest place, which is called the hidden place.

But those subtle moments in secluded places are often the true beginning of the story.

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Today's dish: Nine-Flavor Heart-Shaped Soup

The finished product: Served in a bowl, the soup is murky, sometimes sweet and fragrant, sometimes bitter and fishy. The first sip should be sweet, but it melts into a burning hatred as it goes down your throat, scorching your internal organs. A second taste seems to linger on your tongue, making you feel as if she is still whispering in your ear. Finally, at the bottom of the bowl, the reflection is no longer human, but her true form.

Diners beware: There is no solution to this soup. After consuming it, you may go mad, die, or become a part of it, forever trapped in its curse.

Today's dish: Mo Chang Crispy Pastry (Special Special by Jiang Mo Chang)

Today's chef: Jiang Mochang.

Dish Name: Mo Chang Su

Main ingredients: the phantom of a withered vine grasped when falling into the abyss, and fragments of a heart-wrenching phoenix feather, all ground into a flaky pastry to wrap an iron lotus heart roasted in the embers of despair.

Eight seasonings:

The first ingredient is Meng Po's wine, a symbol of endless reincarnation.

The second ingredient is wind, the ceaseless wind.

The third ingredient is a chess piece.

The fourth ingredient is vinegar brewed from the blood and bones of a madman.

The fifth ingredient: blood left behind in the abyss.

The sixth flavor, the words I left on this tombstone.

The seventh ingredient: fire, endless fire.

The eighth flavor, the final moment of clarity.

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Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened, and a cool morning breeze, carrying the unique fresh scent of the rain, quietly crept into the room.

It was a wonderful blend of scents, with the fresh, slightly astringent aroma of grass washed by rain, the earthy fragrance rising from the depths of damp soil, and interwoven with some indescribable life force, as if it were the breath of all things quietly awakening.

Jiang Mochang sat on the edge of the bed, hugging the blanket, and blinked groggily. Her long eyelashes trembled a few times before she lazily stretched her waist, yawning contentedly like a cat stretching its body in the sunlight.