He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 107 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 30)

Wen Yan dramatically threw herself into his arms, her slender hands hooking around his neck, completely catching herself off guard and falling into his embrace.

Mo Zhu lowered his eyes to look at her hair, his pale fingers picking up a strand of hair and fondling it in circles with adoration.

An eerie environment with an eerie warmth.

After a long while, so long that a slight tingling sensation crept up her legs, Wen Yan carefully shifted her legs, supporting herself on his shoulders as she half-knelt in front of him.

She knelt there, her waist slender and her back view graceful. When she straightened up slightly, she was half a head taller than Mo Zhu.

Wen Yan murmured, "Finally, I can see your face. You're so beautiful."

A gentle palm caressed half of the dark pattern on her hand; her fair skin resembled a soft pearl on a black oyster, and she could only smell a faint fragrance.

He had excellent bone structure, and the terrifying dark markings on his face added a touch of eerie beauty, making him appear mysterious and powerful.

She was always so gentle and considerate, so tender and affectionate, speaking the most beautiful words in the most earnest voice, and the key point is that he actually believed her.

He thought he would really drown in her indulgence.

So he put one hand on her waist, the other on the ground, and looked up at her for a long time with the most unrestrained posture.

He suddenly had a change of heart, and so, disregarding everything else, he said in a teasing tone, as if it were nothing:

"Wen Xiaoyan, I've killed people, many, many..."

“I know, I saw you kill them. You even skinned them alive, the blood… maybe it was demonic energy, whatever it was, their bodies were all over the ground…”

Wen Yan elaborated on what he hadn't said.

She thought for a moment and then said, "I don't know what you were thinking when you killed him. I just felt that you had been wronged. You told me that if you were wronged, you should kill the person who wronged you. If you kill someone, I will hand you a sword."

Just like you did before.

Wen Yan silently added a sentence in her mind.

She thought, "Birds of a feather flock together," and that she and Mo Zhu were both pretty crazy.

The only difference is that he's openly displaying his madness while secretly going crazy unexpectedly.

They actually make a pretty good match.

"Are you feeling wronged?"

Mo Zhu murmured, unable to understand the word for a moment, or rather, unable to understand how the word could be used to describe himself.

In his view, he was powerful and ruthless, with a cold and indifferent heart hidden beneath his lazy and casual appearance.

Not pleased, not to have compassion.

He deliberately ignored the past and avoided the future, even wanting to take revenge and return to the seal to stay, wasting his short life over a long period of time.

He longs for companionship but can't learn how to do it; what others possess innately has he has to learn to barely grasp.

Therefore, he felt inferior and self-loathing, and often hoped that Wen Xiaoyan would abandon him. However, when she showed even the slightest hint of this, he was so sad that he went crazy.

Mo Zhu shook his head, a glint of light flashing in his dark pupils, and said softly, "I don't know."

"Wen Xiaoyan."

After a two-second silence, he called her again.

"I'm here."

"I'm not a good person."

Wen Yan was a little confused; as always, she couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"So...so?"

Are you trying to persuade her to leave?!

No way, things have come to this point, if he dares to say that again, she'll definitely...

"So please don't abandon me."

Wen Yan's eyes lit up instantly!

She hugged his head tightly and told him earnestly and firmly, "I, Wen Yan, swear by my very soul that I will never abandon Mo Zhu in this life or for all eternity."

Sometimes, conflicted people just need straightforward and passionate love.

Mo Zhu's eyes reddened, and his face turned red as well.

My eyes are red because I'm moved, and my face is red because... my cheeks are pressed against a soft, sweet peach.

The familiar, sweet fragrance of a woman kept wafting into his nose, making his head spin.

He patted Wen Yan's lower back, "Your good partner is about to have trouble breathing."

Wen Yan hurriedly let go and cupped his face to look at him.

Is it that serious? They're so oxygen-deprived they're at red temperature!

Wen Yan shook his face uncertainly, "Are you alright?"

"It's fine now, but I don't know if you'll keep swaying like this."

Wen Yan quickly let go and then bent down to help him up.

Mo Zhu reverted to his lazy, spineless self, leaning half his body on her shoulder and telling her with a half-smile that she should feel sorry for him.

Wen Yan:……

She blushed silently and then steadied herself even more firmly.

Oh, right, as she crossed the threshold, Wen Yan suddenly remembered something very important.

Where is your demon core?

"On you."

Wen Yan was shocked. Suddenly she remembered the golden light she had absorbed, and she was dumbfounded.

"Didn't you say it was only a little bit?"

Mo Zhu ruffled her hair and said nonchalantly, "Yes, but the Demon Lord Wudao has already absorbed almost all of it, and his demon core is gone after his soul dies."

"Now what?"

He shrugged: "That's fine. Ten thousand years have passed, so whether or not there's a demon core doesn't matter anymore. I was just thinking of using the demon core to help Jade Lotus advance to the ninth rank and then cultivate a lotus root."

"Then...then your injury, and Yu Lian and that lotus root..."

Wen Yan was bewildered by Mo Zhu's nonchalant attitude.

"That's easy. Just stuff the Jade Lotus into your soul and let it nourish you, then bleed a little."

Mo Zhu said casually.

"Shall we go find Yulian now?"

Mo Zhu closed his eyelids, his hand hanging at his waist encircling her waist, his expression seemingly very tired: "I have already planted the Jade Lotus in your soul. Wen Xiaoyan, I am a little tired, I need to sleep for a while."

His breath sprayed onto the side of her neck, warm and comforting.

"Wait, wait... Don't fall asleep yet, Mo Zhu, Mo Zhu?"

Wen Yan moved her shoulder and nudged him, but there was no response.

It seems she really has fainted.

She sighed. At least let him enter her soul first before she fell asleep. Right now, she had a perfectly healthy man sprawled on top of her, making it inconvenient for her to go anywhere.

And here too.

Wen Yan looked back and saw the ground littered with bits of flesh and dark red blood...

"San San, come out here for a moment."

233 popped out and asked, "Need cleaning services?"

Just as Wen Yan was about to answer, a series of light footsteps came from outside the door—

"anyone there?"