The improved female villains regained their memories.

The thunder dragon disappeared, and then an even larger thunder dragon appeared, but this time, it wasn't aimed at Wen Shihan.

Clearly, the female protagonist's soul has been swapped, and the world's will is completely unaware of it.

In fact, Wen Shihan had felt something was wrong a long time ago. Although his senior sister was nagging and long-winded, she was indeed beautiful and kind-hearted. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that such a person would abuse ordinary people, or even children.

However, Wen Shihan's obsession with his elder brother made him too lazy to investigate the truth; as long as it ultimately benefited him, that was enough. Seeing the world's will enrage, Wen Shihan's sarcasm didn't diminish: "You're a complete failure. My son was tortured beyond recognition, and your own daughter is missing. What use are you?"

Enraged by the will of the world, the Thunder Dragon roared and charged toward Wen Shihan.

"rise!!"

The battle of life and death, the Yellow Springs, is called forth once more, but this time, its target is the will of the world.

At this moment, Wen Shihan thought of many things.

Those people have all forgotten about it back then.

They forgot about their brother's existence. No matter who it was, no one remembered Yang Pingsheng, as if he didn't exist in this world.

Wen Shihan stubbornly denied this fact until the will of the world took away her memory.

However, the fire of her obsession still burns fiercely.

"I forgot someone."

She moved in a daze, like a zombie, but every night she would ask her own heart.

"Yes, I forgot."

"But my soul remembers him."

The climber who will stop at nothing remembers everything.

Those years, those years spent together, seem like a dream, appearing and disappearing.

One day, she secretly arrived at the apartment where her brother and she had previously rented, and saw the couple again.

The husband is sick in bed, and the wife takes good care of him.

As she watched the two of them interact, memories surged through her, stimulating her mind.

I must have forgotten someone very important.

I must remember him.

That's what villains are like—incorrigible.

His obsession, fueled by fire, transformed into the current "Invite the King" formation, which Wen Shihan used to directly confront the heavens.

Finally, the world's will collapsed.

The mysterious man's final creation took effect, causing a crack to appear in the sky. Wen Shihan followed the crack and stepped into the void.

That day, everyone saw the immortal split the sky and enter the Buddhist order.

Enveloped in nothingness, she nearly lost her way. But fortunately, the mark left by the mysterious person guided her forward.

His spiritual realm began to decline, his age began to regress, and something within his soul was detaching.

Wen Shihan sensed it; something was indeed leaving his soul.

The next moment, it was marked that Wen Shihan had fallen into the Celestial Realm, descending into that world at the age of 20.

A bird's chirp broke her stiffness.

Springtime was in full bloom. She stood on the blue stone steps, her magical artifact automatically appearing at her waist, and a package on her back containing only a set of black martial arts attire.

"It looks great. It was worth all the time I spent making it for you."

Familiar words echoed in Wen Shihan's ears, bringing back distant memories and making her eyes well up with tears.

The marker was just ahead, so intensely hot it scorched her heart.

She was like a wanderer who had finally returned home.

She climbed the steps, stopped, and knocked on the door. At this moment, she calmed down.

Footsteps sounded from the other side of the door.

crunch--

The wooden door opened, and a familiar person stood in front of me.

"Brother."

She looked up, and with just one sentence, her eyes welled up with tears, but her gaze remained firm and unwavering.

"Xiaohan is very capable, she can even eat leftovers, would you still be willing to take me in?"

She was pulled into an embrace.

"I'm willing, no matter what Xiaohan is like, I'm willing."

The two embraced tightly, bathed in the warmth of spring, with the high sun in the sky offering them its blessings.

Under the sunlight, it was his and her farewell.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Entanglement

"Ah...Brother, brother!!"

The familiar scent enveloped him, and Wen Shihan held her tightly, tears streaming down his face.

She didn't want to cry, not even before knocking on the door, but when it actually happened, she couldn't control herself.

My brother is back! He's really back!

She was no longer an orphan; she had an older brother again. Wen Shihan had found Yang Pingsheng!

Realizing this, Wen Shihan reverted to being the little girl who acted like a spoiled older brother, and burst into tears.

"Xiao Han..."

Yang Pingsheng murmured, stroking her long hair as he always did.

"Brother, I... I really tried my best to find you."

I've done so much, I miss you so much...

His words came out in fits and starts, as if he wanted to express all his longing but didn't know how. So Wen Shihan gave up talking and expressed his longing through his actions.

She hugged him tighter and tighter, sobbing, unable to say anything.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Yang Pingsheng's eyes softened a bit. After confirming that Wen Shihan had no intention of killing him and that he was just like he was back then, he became gentle.

"Xiao Han, there are some things you know, but I can't tell you..."

"Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it. I just want to see my brother. Xiao Han doesn't want anything else, she just wants her brother!"

Wen Shihan shook her head, crying. She was no longer the celestial being who suppressed the male and female protagonists. She was like a humble beggar from back then, only begging to follow her brother and asking for nothing else.

Yang Pingsheng could neither refuse her nor abandon her.

"Come in first."

Yang Pingsheng patted her back, but in return, he gave her an even stronger hug.

"Xiao Han?"

"Um……"

Finally, Wen Shihan composed himself, but instead hugged his arm tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Yang Pingsheng sighed and said, "Let's leave it at that for now. I'll take her inside and we'll talk about it later."

Looking up, I saw Xiaoyu standing there, gazing at me with a quiet melancholy.

Yang Pingsheng felt a little uneasy under that gaze, so he took the initiative to speak: "Xiaoyu, this is my sister. She came from afar and hasn't eaten yet. See what's left in the kitchen and cook it."

"Yes, young master."

No one mentioned the threat from that night. Xiaoyu simply lowered her head slightly and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Where Yang Pingsheng couldn't see, Wen Shihan had long since stopped crying, his dark eyes fixed on Xiaoyu's back, his gaze like that of a wolf or a tiger.

Upon entering the courtyard, Da Huang recognized Wen Shihan and hid in a corner, too afraid to speak. The black cat that the system had transformed into also hid in a corner, trying to minimize its presence.

Wen Shihan was like a plague god; everyone who saw him was afraid of him.

But I don't care, as long as my brother isn't afraid.

Soon, the new dishes were ready and placed on the table. Xiaoyu took the initiative to sit next to Yang Pingsheng without saying a word, while Wen Shihan still clung to Yang Pingsheng's arm and wouldn't let go.

"...Let's eat, Xiaohan."

"Ah."

She picked up the bowl and chopsticks as usual, but her eyes were filled with longing as she looked at him.

before……

Yang Pingsheng smiled helplessly and picked up his bowl and chopsticks.

"Eat."

"Ok!"

As evening fell and the moon hung in the branches, Yang Pingsheng sat silently on a chair in the courtyard.

The black cat, perched on his lap, spoke first: "What are you planning to do?"

"...What do we do?"

"Wen Shihan, are you really planning to take her in?"

"What else?"

"What about Xiaoyu?"

light rain...

At that time, he made a wish to the system for the person he wanted.

He didn't know where this person came from, and when he asked the black cat, the cat refused to say. But now that things had come to this, he couldn't abandon Xiaoyu; after all, he had done everything he could.