The Villain's Favorite Person Again Today

Zhu Minglang woke up with her memories in tatters.

The System bound to her put it simply: win over the world-destroying villain, then die for him, and she could go home.

The System said the mission was extremely difficult and told her to give it everything she had.

Zhu Minglang thought it over and recalled the usual fake-death plot tricks. Before she could put two and two together, she realized there was something off about the villain she had to win over, Mu Xueren.

One moment he was seething with resentment, wanting to flay her alive. The next, he was consumed by a crazed, bone-deep love for her.

Zhu Minglang could stand there doing nothing, and he would still be torn between love and hate, repeatedly falling apart.

Later, Zhu Minglang finally understood. Oh, among the fragments of her memory, she had also lost the part where she had been a jerk to him.

Zhu Minglang: .

Fortunately, there was no cure for being a lovesick fool. She could still keep herself alive!

Watching the affection value swing back and forth between -100 and 100, once it finally stabilized at the maximum, Zhu Minglang enjoyed a sweet romance. Before faking her death, she earnestly gave Mu Xueren a series of emphatic hints: “I’ll definitely come back!”

So, just before she closed her eyes that day, she saw Mu Xueren with tears streaming down his face, panic and agony twisting his expression into one of utter despair.

She struggled to lift a hand and touched his burning tears, somewhat perplexed.

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Mu Xueren restarted the world line hundreds and thousands of times.

In every life, he became a self-destructive madman who wreaked havoc on the world: the villain, as the System called him.

He was only waiting for someone.

Waiting for her, so he could kill her.

That person had once shielded him in his hour of desperation, handed him a bowl of water, and held his hand, gently kissing his cheek.

At their final parting, blood stained the sky screen. She told him to wait for her, then died in his arms.

He agreed.

He waited from life to death, through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation.

Only later did he understand that it was called “faking one’s death.”

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After returning and learning the truth, Zhu Minglang looked at the cage made from the Heavenly Dao’s chains around her and at Mu Xueren, who had fallen into the ghost path and now held a dripping bloody sword, tilting his head as he smiled in madness.

The young man’s black hair had turned frosty white. He had lived alone in plain robes for many years.

Zhu Minglang looked at Mu Xueren. She was the one imprisoned, yet he seemed to be the only one suffering.

She thought for a moment, then asked seriously, “Neither of us can get out of this barrier, right?”

Mu Xueren’s laugh was soft and cool. “That’s right. You can try to escape, Minglang. But you should know that I don’t care whether we’re cultivation partners or sworn enemies.”

Zhu Minglang ignored the latter half of his sentence, her eyes lighting up. “What a great thing!”

She immediately rose on tiptoe and kissed him.

Mu Xueren remained expressionless.

She kissed him again.

Zhu Minglang grinned as she watched the tips of his ears grow redder and redder, until his cheeks were flushed too.

Unconventional genius girl VS gloomy, crawling-on-the-ground resentful ghost husband

Proof retained as of 2022/11/25.

Message: I shape my own fate and seek my own blessings.