He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 143 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 1

[A powerful female warrior who feigns force but genuinely favors love VS a seemingly gentle but actually insane young master who secretly goes mad]

This is a martial arts world, revolving around the bittersweet love story between the male protagonist Chen Pingjian and the female protagonist Mu Qiaoqiao.

The timing of Wen Yan's entry into the world was quite subtle...

“233,” Wen Yan casually crushed the pebble she was holding, “Tell me, the male and female leads already have a grandson, what am I doing here?”

233 I wanted to cry but had no tears.

It can't control the timing either; it's probably because Heaven was worried that the adults would kill the male and female protagonists again, so it simply let them have a sweet and happy life.

That way, the world won't be destroyed, right?

One day, Dao was overjoyed.

But subsequent events proved that it was overthinking things...

After receiving the world's plot, Wen Yan raised an eyebrow: "Why are there no memories of the original owner?"

233 answered quickly: "Because the original owner was a minor character, the kind of extra who wouldn't even be shown on camera, there was no character biography."

In short, he's a marginal character, with absolutely no connection to the male and female leads.

233 cautiously glanced at Wen Yan's calm face, the code trembled, and strongly believed that this was the calm before the storm.

Then, Wen Yan's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this.

No persona involved, this is great!

There's a lot of room for improvement!

Then she thought of the men in this world, her eyes lit up, and she smiled: "Little San San, go chat with the Heavenly Dao, I'll take care of things here."

233 had a bad feeling, but in its heart, adults were always a tall, mighty, and sacred figure, so it should be alright... right?

After transforming into a new body, 233 hugged the pile of sunflower seeds that Wen Yan had given it and happily left.

Wen Yan smiled and saw it off. In the blink of an eye, she hacked into the system and spent some time finding the original owner's basic information.

Appearance: 100

Body: 100

Strength: 1

Oops, Wen Yan is not satisfied. How come her combat power is only 1?

It has to be changed, changed, changed.

She subtly adjusted her fighting strength without changing her expression.

The huge screen was instantly filled with rows of zeros.

Combat Strength: (Explosive) The ceiling of combat strength

Yes, the adjusted data looks much better.

Wen Yan left, completely satisfied.

When I opened my eyes again, I was inexplicably stuffed into a sack and carried on someone's shoulder, moving quickly.

Just as she was about to smash those clueless bastards' heads, she heard the two people talking.

"This woman is hot, much better than the cheap stuff."

"Exactly, once the virgins are deflowered, they'll be sent down so I can play with them too."

A lewd laugh echoed.

The standard villain's laugh.

Wen Yan stopped channeling her inner energy, indicating that many people were still under house arrest. As a chivalrous woman who always helps those in need, she naturally had to go and rescue them.

You can't abandon the persona you've created for yourself.

She instantly got into character, her bright black eyes brimming with righteous indignation.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yan was thrown onto the large bed.

The guy carrying her was probably new; he left after abandoning her without even loosening the sack.

The pitch-black room was quiet, with wisps of white smoke rising silently, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Wen Yan deftly broke the rope and tore open the sack; the pitch-black darkness did not impede her vision at all.

"call out."

A silver needle grazed her face.

Wen Yan maintained her dodging posture, warily facing the direction from which the silver needles were flying.

Another silver needle flew towards her, which she dodged, but this time she was much slower.

The silver needles also flew much slower.

The rich aroma swirled around Wen Yan's nose, making her lungs feel hot and her head feel like it was filled with blood.

The heat shot straight up to the top of the head.

Oh no! Wen Yan realized that there was an aphrodisiac in the fragrance!

The person who flicked the silver needles was in even worse condition. She held her breath and listened; a slight clicking sound, and the silver needles fell to the ground.

With a thud, his body crashed to the ground.

She took a few steps over to investigate, and by the moonlight, she met a pair of bloodshot, scarlet eyes that revealed a wolfish, predatory nature.

It was as if a surging madness tore through the calm, bursting the gap like water rising from the void.

Weird and creepy.

Wen Yan turned to leave, but the man's face stopped her in her tracks.

His dark hair was loose, with a ribbon hanging from his slender fingertips. The bright moonlight made his face look like flawless white jade. His gentle and aloof handsome face was framed by a pair of crazy and beautiful eyes, and his white clothes were half off.

So beautiful she seems unreal.

Wen Yan was momentarily distracted and her vision blurred.

My heart has never been beating so fast.

She walked closer to examine him closely; the red mole on his neck trembled slightly with each breath he took.

Wen Yanzhen is grateful that she was born with good eyesight from both mothers.

Yan Wei's unfocused pupils twitched slightly as an extremely blurry outline entered his vision, and the outline was still approaching.

The panic of being unable to see made him restless, his mind a jumbled mess of three times the dose of aphrodisiac and the tantalizing scent lingering around his nose.

His well-defined, jade-like hand twitched slightly, quietly waiting for the silhouette to approach, then he crushed her neck in one swift motion.

A gentle smile graced her jade-like face.

It's now.

Yan Wei skillfully attacked Wen Yan's vulnerable neck, his movements filled with a mad, determined intent.

The next second, her slender fingers were tightly grasped.

"Young master, you've got the wrong person. My hand is right here." Wen Yan held Yan Wei's hand and shook it very sincerely.

The Yan and Wei states were frozen in place.

It wasn't because he was embarrassed by the woman holding his hand, but because he realized he couldn't break free, damn it.

A look of disgust flashed across his brow.

His crimson eyes deepened even further. He tried to forcefully pull his hand away, but the drug's effects were too strong. He tasted blood in his throat, and a drop of blood spilled out, dripping down his chin.

It was incredibly hot; the intense, overwhelming heat crashed against Wen Yan's dwindling willpower like a tidal wave.

Surrounded by the heatwave, only a piece of coolness remained in my hand.

Everything is based on instinct.

Soft pink lips pressed against thin, blood-stained lips, awkwardly fitting yet eager to explore further.

The drug's effects were intense, but Wen Yan's actions were even more drastic.

She straddled the man's waist, restrained his hands, kissed his slightly cool lips, and felt the unknown tremor coming from his palms.

Yan Wei wanted nothing more than to slap the woman on top of him to death; his cold, phoenix-shaped eyes flashed with a scarlet light.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free.

Damn it, how come she's more vigorous than him after inhaling some incense and being forced to drink three bowls of medicine?

Wen Yan's movements were haphazard and clumsy, yet they ignited his most primal passion, causing him to lose his senses under the influence of drugs.

The metallic taste in his throat overflowed again, and his internal energy swarmed like fleeing ants, gnawing at his heart and lungs.

Wen Yan's kiss could easily soothe the nerves.

Yan Wei thought unwillingly that he would kill her after the effects of the drug wore off.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he suppressed the strange, restless feeling rising within him and focused intently on the detoxification process.

The incredibly smooth fabric slid down, revealing her firm, white breasts that pressed against the man's pale chest...

His breathing was both rapid and slow.

A night of absurdity, ambiguity, and enchantment.

The next day, bright sunlight streamed through the paper window and onto the soft couch.

Wen Yan opened her sleepy eyes.

She remained straddling the man, both of them completely naked, facing each other with utter honesty.

A flurry of kiss marks covered the man's chest, like jade stained with red dots.

Wen Yan blushed completely, stiffly got up, got out of bed and dressed, her mind blank from the strong visual impact so early in the morning.

The deafening roar was the sound of lightning scorching one's brain.

She...she...she...she...she raped someone last night?

It seems like he was still struggling?

Wen Yan stared at the frail and handsome man lying on the couch, looking utterly broken, and silently apologized three times.

She then pulled the blanket over him, trying to cover up the embarrassing marks she had left behind.

Silently despise yourself in your heart.

Wen Yan, you really are a female hooligan.

She stared absently at Yan Wei's face, not noticing his trembling eyelids.

The next second, her bewildered eyes met the man's icy gaze, his eyes distant and indifferent as he looked closer... and there was even a hint of... shame?

What could be more embarrassing than this?

Yan Wei didn't want to waste words with her, so he channeled his energy into his palm and struck her, eager to hear the sound of her neck breaking.

However... her hand was easily grabbed again, and the energy she had gathered was scattered by her blows.

As if she hadn't noticed anything, she opened her two dark eyes and said with utmost sincerity, "I will take responsibility."

Yan Weijun's aloof face almost cracked, his cold and distant expression barely held up.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing.