He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 81 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 4)

"So you're a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect?" Mo Zhu asked again, pulling back his forward posture.

Wen Yan considered for a moment and said, "It was true before, but it's not true now."

As she spoke, she pointed to the red dot on her forehead. She had noticed the red dot on her forehead was fading in color as she was taking a bath, which meant that the sect must have thought she was dead and had extinguished her sect lamp.

The light goes out, the red dot disappears, and I will never enter a sect again in this life.

Mo Zhu nodded thoughtfully, then wiped his forehead with his finger, and the red dot disappeared completely.

"The Immortal Sword Sect is indeed no good. It's a good thing that they left and followed me."

After seeing Wen Yan nod blankly, Mo Zhu slowly said, "Do you know who I am?"

Wen Yan nodded, then shook her head.

Mo Zhu raised an eyebrow: "Nodding means you know, shaking your head means you don't. What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head at the same time?"

"I know, but not much. Those are other people's opinions of you, not the you I see."

Wen Yan was unusually honest, but what she said unexpectedly pleased Mo Zhu.

"Oh? Tell me why?"

Mo Zhu became interested and lazily looked at her from a different position.

"Because they said you were wicked, indiscriminately killing innocent people and... and incredibly ugly. Your benefactor is very beautiful, so what they said is false."

"Hahaha."

Mo Zhu laughed heartily, tears welling up in his eyes. He casually patted her head and said, "Good girl! Your grandmaster is a man of great talent and elegance, far superior to those old scoundrels."

Wen Yan nodded silently, "Indeed."

Seeing Mo Zhu smiling so happily, Wen Yan quietly swallowed the words she was about to say.

Actually, she wanted to say that her fellow disciples and even her master thought she was cold-blooded, ruthless, and impartial, but that was not the case. She was extremely biased, especially towards those she considered important.

It's just that they aren't very important to her, which is why she can be fair.

The same applies to Mo Zhu. Just as the person others see her is not the real person, the person others see him is not the real person either.

However, seeing how happy he was, I decided not to say anything disruptive.

After Mo Zhu finished laughing, he lifted Wen Yan's clothes and casually wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes.

The little servant's new clothes smell nice and aren't dirty.

But what kind of fabric is this? It's so rough! My eyelids are burning.

"Wen Xiaoyan, what are you wearing? It's so sloppy. My eyes are red from the wear." Mo Zhu said with disdain.

Wen Yan carefully observed the corner of his eye; it was red.

So he nodded.

My benefactor has such tender skin; this is the best piece of clothing she owns.

Thus, Mo Zhu was labeled as: a spoiled and difficult-to-raise childish grandmaster.

Upon learning that the corners of his eyes had indeed been rubbed red, Mo Zhu decisively abandoned Wen Yan's clothes and rolled up his sleeves to wipe them.

He then took out a spatial ring and tossed it to Wen Yan: "Here, take this. Change into the clothes inside."

Wen Yan opened her spatial ring and was stunned!

The rare treasures carefully preserved by the Immortal Sword Sect are piled up here in boxes and boxes.

She glanced around and saw the clothes Mo Zhu had mentioned: a pale yellow cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) woven from silkworm silk, warm in winter and cool in summer, and one piece had been sold for an exorbitant price.

Everyone else buys them to keep as precious keepsakes, but you're just telling me to wear them interchangeably?

Wen Yan blinked with difficulty: "Give them all to me?"

Mo Zhu raised an eyebrow: "I'll give them all to you."

Wen Yan exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you, Grandmaster!" Then she carefully accepted the gift, not daring to throw it away carelessly like her Grandmaster had.

"Look at you, so useless. I have plenty of these things."

Mo Zhu spoke casually, not taking any of this seriously at all.

"Gurgle, gurgle." Wen Yan's stomach growled at an inopportune moment, interrupting Mo Zhu's boastful words.

Mo Zhu asked in confusion, "You're so weak? You haven't even mastered the art of fasting?"

Mentioning this, Wen Yan blushed slightly, her voice timid: "I love delicious food, and I've never tried it..."

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, revealing a rare girlish demeanor. In the past, when she was in the Immortal Sword Sect, everyone would surround the junior sister, and few people knew that she did not practice abstinence from grains.

She's a bit like a kid who loves snacks, not at all like the senior sister.

Wen Yan secretly grumbled to herself.

"I'm going to fast right away," she said, and then actually intended to fast.

Mo Zhu stopped her: "Why would you fast? I asked you a question and you're fasting? If I said you don't deserve to live, would you have to die?"

"Can't a good kid take a joke?" Mo Zhu shrugged.

The already open clothes opened even wider, and Wen Yan, with her sharp eyes, could see her strong, well-defined abdominal muscles.

My apologies, how could I have spied on my master?

You'll get a sty.

Mo Zhu had no idea what Wen Yan was doing by glancing at him, blinking, then stealing another glance, and blinking again.

All he knew was that she smelled faintly sweet and pleasant, and he liked it.

So I leaned closer and took a few deep breaths.

Her already loose clothes sagged even more, and Wen Yan's heart was pounding. Although she knew that her master didn't mean it that way, she was still very embarrassed when a handsome face came close to her.

I just don't know why, since she wasn't wearing anything, why does my master like her scent so much?

Remembering that his master hadn't seen a living person for tens of thousands of years, Wen Yan had a sudden inspiration.

Does our master prefer the aura of living people?

However, Mo Zhu obviously didn't dwell on this matter for long, because Wen Yan's stomach started rumbling again.

Mo Zhu clearly had never kept servants. To him, servants were more like pets, like silly eagles.

However, the silly eagle will find its own food, while Wen Xiaoyan has to wait for him to feed it.

Mo Zhu walked to the cave entrance, paused for a moment after remembering something, and turned to look at Wen Yan, who was frail and leaning on a chair.

Without saying a word, he walked over, grabbed her with one arm, and flew away like carrying a child.

Before Wen Yan could even think, she was already in mid-air.

The wind whistled past as I stepped on the rushing air currents.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Mo Zhu's neck and moved her body up slightly.

Feeling her body plummeting again, Wen Yan couldn't hold back any longer: "My benefactor, let's make a deal."

She opened one eye and looked down at the person who was loosely holding her.

"Can you hold me tighter?"

Wen Yan was on the verge of tears. She was only keeping from falling and being smashed to pieces by clinging to Mo Zhu's neck.

Mo Zhu raised an eyebrow: "Are you scared?"

He pretended to loosen his grip on her arm.

"No, no, no!"

The feeling of falling became more pronounced, and Wen Yan nervously wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the strong muscle contours of his waist from the side of her tightly pressed thighs.

However, she didn't have time to savor the sensations at that moment; saving her life was the priority.

Seeing that she was hanging quite firmly, Mo Zhu stopped paying attention to her and found an open space to land.

The little girl nestled in his arms, her eyes tightly closed, clinging to him like a pendant.

Mo Zhu watched her nervous expression with great interest, without reminding her that they had arrived.

It wasn't until Wen Yan belatedly realized how shameless her posture was that she awkwardly lowered her hands and legs.

However, people still stood close to him, afraid of being left behind.

There was no way she could fly without a sword.

"Wen Xiaoyan, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No."

"Tsk, they're easy to raise."