The improved female villains regained their memories

"Xiaolu, I'm leaving. From now on, you will follow the Taifu. Do whatever the Taifu asks you to do. Don't make the Taifu angry, and don't talk back to the Taifu, do you understand?"

"Auntie, where are you going?"

"My aunt is going to a far away place, and she may not be able to come back for a long time. During this time, you just follow the Taifu. The Taifu is the most powerful person in our Dayan Dynasty. With him, there is no People can hurt you."

"it is good."

"Listen to the teacher."

"understood."

The middle-aged woman stood up and bowed to Yang Pingsheng: "I will leave everything to the master."

She pushed the child to the front and slowly backed away.

"I'll send it to you."

Yang Pingsheng got up, followed her, and walked outside the door.

The middle-aged woman looked at Yang Pingsheng, opened her mouth, and hesitated to speak: "Teacher, actually my sister..."

"Don't talk about it." Yang Pingsheng interrupted her, "I said it just now, don't talk about those things before."

He is neither interested nor necessary to know the background of the system.

The middle-aged woman sighed, and finally whispered a word of thanks to the master, then tapped her toes and disappeared into the night.

Excellent kung fu, but no aura, the middle-aged woman is not a fairy, what she just performed should be some kind of light kung fu.

In this life, the system did not give him strength. According to its original words: "There is no need for that."

The way of heaven is magnificent, sparse but not lost, and it will be over when it is arranged.

Yang Pingsheng looked at the moonlight and planned to go back to the back room.

Just then, there was a bang from the back room.

He walked in, there was a broken vase on the floor, and Xiao Zhu stood beside him angrily.

The culprit was the little girl who just came in. She was a little at a loss, looked up at Yang Pingsheng, and shouted in a low voice: "Yes, I'm sorry, Taifu, I..."

"I told you not to move just now." Xiaozhu accused, and it was obvious that he was really angry.

Yang Pingsheng walked over and looked at the female villain in this life.

She was dressed in white single clothes, with black hair and a red rope tied around her head. Her eyes were watery and looked cute.

He knelt down and looked at the little girl: "What's your name?"

"Xu...Xu Anlu."

Xu Anlu, the name of the female villain in this life is just a name on the surface.

Yang Pingsheng glanced at the fragments on the ground, the blue and white porcelain ones should be quite expensive.

"How did it break?"

"Curious... I'm sorry Taifu, I know I was wrong."

"It's okay, just be careful next time. Xiaozhu, take her to the room."

Xiao Zhu was not reconciled: "Teacher, that is your favorite..."

"Take her to the room."

"Yes."

Xiao Zhu glared at her, said: "Follow me." He walked in front of her.

Xu Anlu followed obediently, and when she reached the door, she looked back at Yang Pingsheng.

A flash of red flashed.

Yang Pingsheng, who was picking up the debris, looked up, and the red color had disappeared.

At the door, there was no one there.

illusion?

"It's not an illusion." The system turned into a ball of light and flew out of Yang Pingsheng's body. "What you felt was another soul in the female villain's body. She was watching you just now."

"That's it."

After tidying up the floor, my lower back was sore.Yang Pingsheng supported his waist and slowly sat down on the chair.

"So, what's next?"

"Let's teach, don't you know the background of Xiao Zhu and Xiao Hua? It's time to teach them tomorrow."

"Me, class?"

This is not a problem. When he was alive, Yang Pingsheng was a teacher, and taking classes was nothing more than returning to his old profession.

The question is, what does he teach?You can't teach Chinese and English.

"Teach this."

Some bamboo slips were condensed from the system's light sphere, and they were placed on Yang Pingsheng's desk.

He went up to pick it up and looked at it. They were all "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "36 Strategies" and the like.

"...teach this?"

"Teach this."

Yang Pingsheng simply scanned everything: "Where's the female villain?"

"No matter, let her play by herself."

"I thought I was going to teach female villains."

"No, you can't teach now."

"why?"

"How can there be so many reasons, what the heavens say, just follow it and it will be over."

Guangqiu said, and added: "By the way, the two souls of the female villain will communicate in the body, which is difficult for me to monitor."

"If you don't monitor, don't monitor."

"I thought you'd care about that."

"It's nothing to worry about." Yang Pingsheng sat on a chair, picked up Sun Tzu's Art of War and read it from the beginning, with his eyes downcast, he said:

"You say, I do, it's as simple as that."

Chapter 53: Soul Community

The female villain in this life is one body with two souls.

They were originally twins, but the body of the newborn died for no reason, and the soul somehow got to the body of the later born, thus becoming one body with two souls.

This is the biggest secret of the female villains, even their biological mothers don't know it.

That extra soul has been silent for eight years. When Xu Anlu was eight years old, she communicated with her sister for the first time.

That was one night, Xu Anlu who was asleep was pulled into an inexplicable space, a little red-haired girl looked at her seriously and said:

"I am your sister."

"Hey?"

Xu Anlu was a little at a loss: "My sister?"

"Well, your sister. Listen, this is your biggest secret, and no one can tell it, including our mother, understand?"

"why?"

"I'm your sister, you have to listen to me, in this world, I'm the only one who won't harm you, understand?"

"Oh."

When she woke up in the morning, she ran over to her concubine mother and said, "Concubine mother, I had a very strange dream last night. Someone said she was my sister."

"Hey?"

That night, Xu Anlu was pulled into that space again, and the person who claimed to be her sister slapped her:

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

"You... why did you hit me?"

"Because of your stupidity! You are just an eight-year-old child. My concubine mother never told you that my body died when I was born, and you said that you dreamed of me. How can concubine mother not be surprised? Even if it is a coincidence, but in this In this world, anything is possible, if I guessed correctly, Concubine Mu told my aunt about this matter today, and that woman will most likely ask someone to check on you."

"Huh? So, did I screw up something?"

"Nonsense! Do as I said. When you wake up tomorrow, you tell your concubine that you had another dream. You dreamed that there was a little boy who said he was your younger brother. Did you hear that?"

"understood……"

"Don't do what I say. Tomorrow night, I will tear your mouth apart."

"I'll do it, don't be so fierce..."

So the next morning, Xu Anlu did as the red-haired girl said, and as expected, the concubine mother didn't invite anyone else, and the matter passed like this.

From then on, Xu Anlu had an extra sister, a sister whom no one knew about.

"You said you were my sister, but why don't you have a name?"

In the pitch-black space of consciousness, Xu Anlu looked curiously at this so-called elder sister.

"Who said I don't have a name?" The little red-haired girl rolled her eyes, "My name is Xu Anyin, remember, I don't want to say it a second time."

"But didn't you say that your body died when you were born? Since you died, the concubine mother probably didn't give you a name. How do you know your own name?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? I just tell you that you can remember it. Don't ask if you shouldn't."

"It's so fierce..."

Although fierce, Xu Anlu discovered that this little red-haired girl might really be her older sister.

The two look alike, but not very much alike.They are similar because they have the same appearance, and they are not like because Xu Anlu has black hair and looks cute and cute, while Xu Anyin has red hair, young and naturally charming.

Although the charming bones are natural, but deep in the soul, there is a tyrannical breath.