He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 80 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 3)

"You saved me?" After a moment's hesitation, he uttered a fact that was obvious at a glance.

Mo Zhu gave her a look that said, "No way."

"I have nothing to give back." Wen Yan was somewhat embarrassed, clutching the torn corner of her clothes, her mood suddenly low.

Abandoned by her sect, she was so despondent that she contemplated suicide. She was unexpectedly rescued, which must have been a stroke of luck, but she had nothing to offer in return.

Moreover, she had nowhere to go, and whether she could be taken in was also a problem.

For a moment, their eyes met, speechless.

"Then, you stay and serve me," Mo Zhu said lazily. "Consider it payment for saving you."

The man glanced at Wen Yan's fair and delicate fingertips, his expression full of suspicion: "You know how to serve people, don't you?"

Wen Yan nodded reluctantly.

Serving others shouldn't be too difficult, right?

“Alright, then you can stay.” Mo Zhu said, then closed his eyes again.

Wen Yan remained in a semi-supported position. Didn't expect to stay so easily?

She instinctively tried to grab the Water Moon Sword for leverage to stand up, but her hand reached out and touched nothing.

I almost forgot, the sword is gone.

My mother is gone too.

Wen Yan felt a heavy weight of bitterness in her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Mo Zhu smelled the bitterness, frowned, and lifted his eyelids to look at her: "Are you sad? You're not allowed to be sad."

Wen Yan blinked: "Can sadness be controlled?"

Mo Zhu remained silent for a while, seemingly unable to do so, and felt frustrated.

It's really annoying to be surrounded by an unpleasant, bitter smell.

I want to kill someone.

Mo Zhu raised his hand but stopped. Calm down. This is your servant. If she dies, no one will serve you.

Thinking of offering a reluctant word of comfort: "Being sad is useless; what matters is resolving the person or thing that's making you sad."

A very straightforward sentence, yet it inexplicably comforted Wen Yan.

Yes, being sad is useless; no matter how sad I am, my mother's soul will never come back.

He died protecting himself.

The sword is broken, and its spirit must have scattered as well.

Mo Zhu felt the bitterness, which had just faded, gradually intensify again, and said irritably, "Don't be sad, go take a shower first, you're filthy."

Wen Yan was a little agitated; this was the first time someone had openly accused her of being dirty.

"Then, my benefactor, where shall I bathe?"

Mo Zhu casually pointed to the clear pool under the tree hole, glanced at her, and seemed to wonder why she wasn't moving.

"Uh, my benefactor, I might not be able to get down..."

Wen Yan leaned against the wall of the tree hollow to get up, her gaze sincere.

Mo Zhu: I forgot she was seriously injured.

He rubbed his temples, somewhat regretting making her a servant; there was just too much to do.

"Go wash over there first, there's water in the bucket," Mo Zhu pointed to the area inside the tree hole.

There was a huge bathtub filled with water, which was originally meant for him, but it ended up being used by her.

Wen Yan helped him to the bathtub, untied his belt, and turned to see the man still resting with his eyes closed without looking away. Feeling a little embarrassed, she whispered, "My benefactor, won't you look away for a moment?"

Mo Zhu was truly impatient: "If you call me again, I'll throw you down there to fend for yourself."

Wen Yan remained silent, took off her outer robe, inner shirt, and finally, wearing only a bellyband and trousers, she climbed into the bathtub to soak.

She kept an eye on the man who was more than ten meters away from her, and only after seeing that he showed no intention of turning around did she carefully untie her undergarment and wrap her trousers.

After a quick shower, she got up and took out her clothes from her spatial ring to change.

During this time, Mo Zhu kept his eyes closed in thought, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a stunningly beautiful woman beside him who was barely clothed. Even the sound of the swaying water could not distract him in the slightest.

Mo Zhu wondered, where would she sleep if she had this half-crippled little servant?

There is an empty space next to my bed that I can give her.

Sleeping was secondary; what mattered was his cleanliness. Even the little servant had to bathe every day, but she was crippled and couldn't get down from the tree.

Mo Zhu was annoyed again and began to reflect on whether he was looking for a servant or just looking for trouble.

Wen Yan carefully moved closer to him, a few meters away: "My benefactor, I'm all better now."

Mo Zhu turned his head to look at her; she looked much better after washing up than when she was covered in dust.

"Come here." The man's voice was deep and commanding.

Wen Yan was a little nervous. The classic rescue scene was about to begin. She was asked to go over right after taking a shower, either for money or for sex.

It's obvious she has no money but all she has is her looks. If her benefactor insisted on having sex with her, would she give in half-heartedly or would she firmly refuse and then forcefully subdue him?

This is a problem.

However, since her benefactor is so good-looking, she's definitely not at a disadvantage.

She glanced at Mo Zhu, took a deep breath, and slowly moved in that direction.

Mo Zhu twitched his nose and smelled a strange scent: sweet and restless, like a wild beast in heat during springtime.

He tilted his head to look at her: What's the little servant thinking?

Perhaps annoyed that she was too slow, Mo Zhu reached out and pulled her close, placing his middle and index fingers on her wrists to take her pulse.

I was injured by the sword energy. This sword energy looked somewhat familiar; it seemed to be from those guys from the Immortal Sword Sect?

He casually tapped his fingers on her wrist a few times: he didn't seem to have asked about the little servant's background yet.

Mo Zhu tilted his head and rummaged through his body, finding the healing elixir he had refined before. He pinched a black pill and handed it to Wen Yan: "Swallow it."

Wen Yan looked up and was momentarily stunned by the red mole on her benefactor's neck, forgetting to take it.

Mo Zhu waited a moment and noticed that the little servant was distracted, so he casually stuffed it into her mouth.

Wen Yan subconsciously opened her mouth and bit down, chewed twice and swallowed, the bitter taste exploding in her mouth.

Her little face was distorted from the bitterness.

Mo Zhu watched Wen Yan's changing expression with a wicked sense of humor. This healing medicine was effective, but he had added a lot of bitter herbs to it in order to prank her.

Yes, the little servant's changing expressions are much more interesting than those people's.

It's not only fun but also beautiful, a feast for the eyes. I'll let her swallow a few more later.

Wen Yan took the water that Mo Zhu handed her and hurriedly poured it into her mouth: It was so bitter!

Mo Zhu: "Aren't you afraid that what I gave you is poison, which is why it's so bitter?"

Wen Yan: Oh no, I was careless! He gave it to me and I swallowed it without thinking, without even asking him what it was!

After enjoying Wen Yan's dramatic change of expression, Mo Zhu kindly told her, "This is a healing medicine. It's a bit bitter, but it's very effective."

"Oh."

Wen Yan didn't want to pay attention to his perverse sense of humor anymore. She found that this person really loved to tease people. Was it fun to watch her change her expression?

Mo Zhu leaned closer, just millimeters from the little servant's face, and stared at him.

"Is the little servant angry?"

Wen Yan: "No."

Mo Zhu twitched his nose, but couldn't smell anything, so he really wasn't angry.

So she leaned back in her chair, playing with her hair with one hand, and casually asked, "You can't keep calling me 'little servant,' and you can't keep calling me 'benefactor.'"

"Oh, by the way, I don't accept servants of dubious origin."

Wen Yan was grateful that she wasn't just a sword fanatic who only knew how to practice swordsmanship; she still had at least some emotional intelligence. Her benefactor was doubting her.

Knowing that honesty is the key to longevity, Wen Yan told Mo Zhu everything in detail.

They said everything, including Shuiyue Sword and Bai Lingling, both what they could and couldn't say, their eyes filled with seriousness.

Mo Zhu leaned closer and sniffed: Hmm, you didn't lie, good boy.