Fan, deep down in her heart, she was certain of it. But when she thought of Ye Fan's mysterious background, she felt a wave of powerlessness.She forgot about it. Her mind echoed with what her brother...Li Nanfang felt that, based on the time he and his niece had spent together, he must have been a dissolute playboy before he lost his memory.

Saying that a playboy is still somewhat civilized, to put it bluntly, he's just a sex addict.

The biggest characteristic of a sleazeball is that they constantly flirt with women.

He was confident that he had all the makings of a superstud. He was a pretty boy, well-built, with great physical fitness, and especially... to sum it up in four words: big and lively.

Besides, he's a master of sweet talk and flattery. With just a few words, he could charm his niece into doing anything for him. She would be completely smitten.

If this kind of man doesn't go around tempting many women, then Heaven would just strike him down with lightning: "Damn it! I made you so good-looking for nothing, yet you don't even bother to wreak havoc on women What the hell are you good for! You useless piece of—"

But Li Nanshan felt that even though he had been entangled with many beautiful women before, he might not have lived a happy life.

A man with wealth, good looks, and a happy life, surrounded by beautiful women, may not necessarily be happy.

After all, happiness isn't really related to material enjoyment.

Although material enjoyment is not always sufficient to guarantee happiness, it is generally a contributing factor.

Li Nanfang didn't know why he had such a feeling, and it was so intense.

He only knew that during the time he spent with Duan Xiangning, his heart felt very peaceful.

This woman, with her noble lineage, outstanding figure and beauty, and elegant demeanor, should be a queen wherever she goes. She deserves to be pampered by all men, cherished like their own daughter.

When she was with Li Nanshan, she was careful and considerate, pleasing him in every way. She went along with his every whim, unconditionally offering all her maternal tenderness to him.

Especially those two mornings at the Jinghua Lu family's place in mainland China.

Li Nanfang could be sure that even if his beard turned white and his teeth fell out, he would never forget those two mornings. After opening his eyes at the peak of ecstasy, he saw a single slow-swinging round moon.

He gazed quietly at the bright full moon, immersed in a tranquility composed of ambiguity, sensuality, stimulation, yet warmth.

It's like lying on a grassy lawn under the blue sky and white clouds, with a refreshing breeze gently blowing across your face. Your whole body is relaxed and lazy, not wanting to move an inch, just wanting this moment to last forever.

Men, though often synonymous with strength, ferocity, and even brutality, are also equally fond of this languid peace.

That's why Li Nanfang could be certain that even if Duan Xiangning had deceived him when he was amnesia, he wouldn't blame her.

There was no blame in her words at all.

She did deceive him.

But she truly loved him, and if necessary, she would die for him, with a smile on her face.

This, Li Nanfang could clearly sense from Duan Xiangning's gaze.

Since there is such an outstanding woman willing to revive a man from death, any man with even a shred of conscience should reciprocate her with equal measure.

She would die for him.

Then, why couldn't he die for her

Although death is frightening, no one wants to die. When facing death, people feel intense fear and desperately try every means possible to survive, hoping to live longer. This is an instinct shared by all living beings, not just humans.

But, who lives forever

Since we all have to die eventually, why not die at the most deserving time

Terrible death, to put it plainly, is really nothing to be afraid of.

People are afraid of death, simply because they don't want to let go of what they currently have.

But if the woman he possesses, the woman who can bring peace to Li Nanfang's heart, wants to survive, she has to make him die. Then he might as well die.

Besides wanting to protect the woman who brought him peace of mind, Li Nanfang didn't care about living or dying for another reason.

That was Shen Mingqing's dying wish, he desperately hoped that Li Ming could press the self-destruct device of Room 7, saying that Li Nanfang, this dark star, must not be allowed to escape, or the world would face a catastrophe—undeniably, although Shen Mingqing's words were dismissed by Li Nanfang as utter nonsense, they weren't entirely baseless.

If everything Shen Mingqing said was nonsense, then what explanation could there be for the black dragon hidden within Li Nanfang's body

Isn't it true that a normal person's body only has five organs and six bowels

Wouldn't a normal person, when swallowed by a python, suffer corrosion from stomach acid similar to sulfuric acid in just a few seconds, with their eyes, nose and ears being destroyed

But he wasn't eroded by stomach acid.

but after being swallowed, he produced a strong illusion, seeing himself transformed into a tangible black dragon, roaring angrily within the python's belly, lunging left and right, like a black dragon playing in water. After playing enough, it used its spear to pierce open the python's belly and swaggered out.

All signs point to Li Nanshan not being a normal person.

This also indirectly explains that what Shen Mingqing said before he died, those nonsense, wasn't entirely nonsense.

It is very likely - it could be true.

Anyone who thinks of themselves as possibly becoming a monster capable of destroying the world, while also loving that world, will feel that living on and potentially transforming into such a terrifying creature is a torment.

Rather than this, it would be better to die. For the beloved woman, for the peace of mind, and for that full moon that forever hangs in front of Han's eyes.

After Li Nanfang said those words to Duan Xiangning, he closed his eyes, his expression serene, like a Buddha statue.

Soft sobbing woke Li Ming, who was staring wide-eyed at Li Nanzhang.

He really didn't expect that someone as powerful and imposing as Li Nanfang would actually be willing to die for a woman.

Even a fool could see that Li Nánfāng wasn't playing games.

Li Ming was tens of thousands of times more astute than a fool, of course he could see that Li Nan was willing to die for Duan Xiangning.

Originally, he wanted to ask if Li Nanshan was willing to die for Duan Xiangning, but before he could ask the question, he already got the most affirmative answer.

This left Li Ming both surprised and bewildered: "I didn't expect that Li Nánfāng, who seemed so capable and shrewd, turned out to be such an idiot."

Even a fool and Li Ming could see it, Duan Xiangning, who was deeply feeling the sweetness of love, how could she not feel it

That's why she cried.

This is the cry of happiness.

She suddenly felt that heaven was so kind to her, favoring her.

Otherwise, how could Li Nanfang, who was unconquerable even by Hua Xia's top female powerhouses like Yue Zitong and Huanye Shen, risk his life to save her

If Lang is like this, what else is there to ask for

"Southern, open your eyes. I have something to tell you. You, must remember every word I say next."

After biting her lip lightly, Duan Xiangning smiled sweetly and said softly.

Li Nanfang opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Your name is Li Nanfang. Muzi Li, Beiyan flying south's Li Nanfang."

When she said these words, Duan Xiangning spoke very slowly, each syllable was particularly clear, like a divine voice transmitted from the nine heavens: "You can only be Li Nanfang. You have never been Ye Shen, or any other name!"

As she uttered the final "name," her hands suddenly shot up, enveloping Li Ming's right hand, which was clutching the military knife, and with a swift pull to the right!

A razor-sharp military knife instantly severed Du Xiangning's carotid artery.

Foolish woman.

She was afraid that she wouldn't die instantly, and not only would she suffer, but she might also implicate the man she loved deeply. So, when she hugged Li Mingdou's right hand and dragged him forcefully to the right, she used all her strength.

The military knife was so sharp.

Her neck, it was so delicate.

The blood vessels, so fragile, were severed instantly by the military knife, cutting all the arteries.

Ouch!

Scarlet, scarlet blood, like an arrow, gushed out from Duan Xiangning's slender and fair neck, splattering onto Li Nanfang's face, obscuring his eyes.

"Xiāngníng!"

Li Nanfang was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened wide as he wanted to shout out those two words.

But the two words were still spinning on his tongue, and his head suddenly throbbed violently.

The words Duan Xiangning had just said echoed in his ears again: "You've never called yourself Ye Shen, or any other name. You are only Li Nanfang. Muzi Li, Beiyan flying south's Li Nanfang."

Yes.

My name is Li Nanfang.

Muzi Li, the northern goose flying south of Li Nanfang.

I'm actually an orphan who was abandoned by my parents right after I was born.

I was brought up by my mother-in-law in Baba.

When I was thirteen, my master took me to the Yue family in Beijing. I met Yue Zidong, who was a year younger than me. I even peeked at her while she was bathing. When I was caught, the old man almost beat me to death.

But who could have imagined that Yue Zitong, whom I had peeped at while bathing back then, would grow up to become my fiancée.

It's just that Heaven found me amusing, and so I ended up marrying Huaye Shen - in the blink of an eye, my lost memories, like a burst dam flooding, slammed open that locked door, gushing out with speed.

In a crimson tide.

A world of blood.

That was a streak of Xiang Ning's fresh blood, splattered on Li Nanfang's face, blinding his eyes. Yet, he strained to open them wide, trying to see clearly this world, to see clearly his woman, to catch sight of that tranquil full moon that would bring him peace.

Min Rou, Jiang Mo Ran, Long Cheng Cheng, He Lan Xiao Xin, Sui Yue Yue, Shang Dao Sakura Bai Ling Er Jing Hong Ming — these people, like blood rushing over from a distant horizon, came with every word they had spoken to Li Nan Fang before and every action they had taken. They instantly filled the void in his mind.

These people, these events, appeared absolutely only in a flash, and then everything reset.

Li Nanfang didn't care either.

He simply raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Duan Xiangning again.

Duan Xiangning's delicate head had already softened and rested against Li Mingdu's right elbow, with the pulse point under her round chin throbbing, still oozing blood outward.

The sudden, heavy blood loss paled Duan Xiangning's face, as white and clean as the finest sheet of paper.

Long ago!

Her eyes, so bright and intelligent, murmured the name "Li Nanfang" in a low voice, as if spring water was flowing within them. They had now become frozen, staring blankly into nothingness.

Hollow, unsettling.

She died.

In the most absolute way, let your life, which once bloomed like summer flowers, wither away in the shortest possible time.

But the corners of her mouth, nevertheless, curved into a smile.

She was remembering the morning light streaming in from the window, her kneeling on the bed, intentionally using that round moon to face Li Nanshan, opening her red lips—that sultry morning, which was both frightening and sweetly thrilling, wasn't it

The moon shines brightly, forever frozen in time.

She died.

Even Li Ming could see it.

After he was stunned for three seconds.

Three seconds, is that long

Of course not.

Wouldn't anyone be terrified and speechless after seeing such a beautiful woman in their arms commit suicide so decisively

Li Ming only stunned for three seconds, then he could quickly wake up, which was enough to prove that his reaction was very fast.

No!

is not the fastest.

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