He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 160 The Yandere Who Was Forcibly Taken Over 18

For some reason, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

Wen Yan casually wiped away the barely noticeable tear tracks from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, her voice so faint it seemed to drift in the wind: "Why is it still so miserable?"

Wen Yan was unaware of Yan Wei's heartache. At this moment, he was dragging his machete and staggering toward the group of people gathered around.

The screeching marks were particularly eerie in the air.

Chen Ping, holding Mu Qiaoqiao, retreated to the middle of the crowd. They obviously didn't feel the urgency of being watched and even had time to discuss the woman their son would bring back later.

Chen Ping didn't want to discuss inappropriate topics with her in this setting, but Mu Qiaoqiao, who was clinging to his arm, couldn't stop talking once she started.

"Aheng spoils that girl too much. He bought pastries from Zuixian Pavilion but didn't give me a portion right away. He gave them all to that girl."

Chen Ping rubbed his temples. He had heard these words no less than ten times. When people are annoyed, their tone of voice is often more noticeable than their actions.

"If you want to eat it, I'll have someone buy it for you."

"It's not a matter of whether or not to eat it..."

"Alright, let's get down to business. We'll talk about the pastries later."

Chen Ping pushed away the hand shoving his arm and stared intently at the man swaying towards him.

Mu Qiaoqiao felt wronged. This was clearly not about the pastries, so why couldn't he understand?

She deliberately stood a little further away from him, with a finger's width between them, hoping to convey her anger to him through this distance.

Then, as usual, I comforted her.

But she was destined to be disappointed, because Yan Wei was no ordinary person. He was someone who carried fragments of that great man's soul. Even if he couldn't kill them, he was enough to give them a hard time. So Chen Ping simply couldn't find the time to coax her.

So much so that she was completely stunned when she was slashed.

The round-eyed man, still fuming, trembled slightly before belatedly realizing he had been slashed. Half of the people blocking his way had fallen, and a dull pain crept over his entire body.

She didn't have time to get emotional; she stood close to Chen Ping and tears streamed down her face.

"Qiaoqiao!" Chen Yi, who was standing in front of Mu Qiaoqiao, exclaimed in surprise. He turned around and gritted his teeth as he said to Yan Wei, "You're asking for death!!"

He unleashed boundless power and charged forward to fight bare-handed, causing the other spectators to become restless.

They all drew their swords and lunged at him.

Choosing to strike at night is really not a good thing. Yan Wei sighed softly and snapped the sharp blade that was thrust at him.

The faint sound of the sword slicing through the air was quickly drowned out by the cacophony of screams in my ears, and my heart suddenly ached.

He slowly touched his left chest, his hand smooth and slippery. He tugged at the corner of his lips, whether in a smile or in sarcasm was unclear.

"Chen Yi—"

"I kill you!"

One of the men shouted at Yan Wei and drew his sword, ready to charge.

Yan and Wei blinked blankly.

So, was someone dead just now?

very nice.

Another one died.

He was extremely satisfied. He swung the heavy cleaver again with his dislocated right wrist. His flesh was pulling against his bones with force. He moved very slowly because the cleaver was too heavy.

It was so heavy that he felt he could never lift it again.

He used his intact left hand to block the swords and knives. Fortunately, he was a lucky man, and he had enough strength left to swing the cleaver again. So the cleaver was raised again and then fell heavily down.

Another burst of chaotic screams followed.

Yan Wei smiled with satisfaction; his technique was always accurate.

The excruciating pain of his bones being crushed was lessened considerably by his cheerful mood, and he even had time to indulge in wicked speculation about who had died this time.

It would be best if Chen Ping met that old man.

His entire body was a bloody mess, and his left hand had been ripped apart, revealing its stark white bones. Yet, he seemed oblivious to pain, still dragging his dagger and trembling as he charged forward.

Chen Ping was scared, and so was Mu Qiaoqiao.

"Madman, madman..."

No one wanted to die, especially the group of experts surrounding Chen Ping and the other two, their faces ashen.

They've climbed to their current status by trampling countless people to death, which makes their lives all the more precious.

“We’ll wear him down. He’s almost done for. With so many of us, we can wear him down with a war of attrition.”

Someone immediately made a suggestion, and others chimed in.

The blood flowed more and more merrily, and Yan Wei's mind became increasingly confused. His nostrils felt like they were stuffed with cotton, which then blocked his lungs through his trachea.

I can hardly breathe.

His movements became even slower, and even the act of wielding the knife seemed like a luxury.

Finally, after killing a few more people, he knelt on the ground with his knife, accompanied by a thud.

Something sprayed out of his mouth and nose, and he slowly wiped it away with his hand.

Is this going to be death?

It's such a pity that I haven't married Yan Yan yet.

"Research...research..."

His clear, cool voice had become so hoarse that it sounded like a whisper, and what was once a normal volume now sounded like a murmur.

Will she be angry when she wakes up?

He left again without saying goodbye.

Yan Wei's thoughts raced very slowly, his mind filled with Wen Yan's image and voice: her rascally, her angry, her furious, her worried, her gently coaxing him...

Okay... I'm reluctant to part with it.

As her eyes slowly closed, Yan Wei's swaying body leaned against a shoulder that was rapidly leaning forward just before she collapsed.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Wen Yan lowered her eyes and gently touched his hair, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

Wen Yan's voice was very calm, so calm that it had no fluctuations at all, but it was this calmness that made 233 feel inexplicably afraid.

"Logically speaking, that is true."

233 reverted to the factory-set electronic voice, and was so scared that he stuttered.

"Ah."

People were lying all around. God knows how devastated Wen Yan was when she arrived and saw a group of people stabbing Yan Wei with knives.

After she drained all her internal energy and severely injured them, she staggered over, her shoulders trembling as she leaned against his head.

"233, come out and help him up."

Wen Yan wiped all the blood off Yan Wei's face, then gently touched his forehead with her lips, her movements tender and reverent.

233 immediately rushed out to support Yan Wei.

Wen Yan stood up, and without hesitation, she swung the heavy cleaver and strode toward Chen Pingjian, her steps showing no hesitation whatsoever.

She raised her hand, and the blade slashed down with unprecedented ruthlessness and decisiveness towards the two unconscious men, but stopped just as it touched them.

"Ha, you want to plead for mercy after you hurt my person?"

"Heaven's will, you can't beat me."

"roll."

The air currents pressed against the blade trembled slightly, and the Heavenly Dao finally revealed itself, bowing and smiling obsequiously: "How about we make a deal? You won't kill them, and I'll let Yan and Wei live, okay?"

Wen Yan paused in her attack, slowly sheathed her knife and slammed it to the ground, then turned her eyes toward him.

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

Tiandao was frightened and scrambled to Yan Wei's side, feeding him some kind of pill. After a while, the man regained a faint breath.

Thank goodness, I survived!

Wen Yan decisively dropped her knife, ran over and hugged Yan Wei tightly. She then stared blankly at his breath and tears that she had been holding back for a long time streamed down her face.

Just live.

She thought it was too late again.

Compared to Yan Wei's fate, Chen Pingjian and Mu Qiaoqiao lying there were nothing at all.

Wen Yan picked up Yan Wei and left this place of trouble.

233, dragging an incredibly heavy machete, hurriedly followed, not daring to utter a sound. The adult who almost died was so powerful that he could destroy the world with one hand.

It shrank its head.

You know everything.