He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 90 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 13)

The Phoenix Sword trembled, withdrawing its spiritual power and daring not to utter a sound, letting the finger bones strike the sword again and again, like the death knell of the King of Hell.

Mo Zhu pinched the sword with two fingers, and with a gentle twist, the sword broke.

Xiao Yilin stared wide-eyed at the violent man in disbelief.

He... he actually broke the divine sword in half with his bare hands!

Large beads of sweat dripped down Xiao Yilin's face, her throat was dry, and she was caught in a dilemma.

Fortunately, Mo Zhu completely ignored him and strolled over to his back.

"Are you Bai Lingling?"

Mo Zhu asked casually, his eyelids drooping.

"Yes... I am Bai Lingling." Bai Lingling stammered, her eager eyes fixed on the man's face.

She had never seen a man as breathtakingly handsome as him; any more would be too dazzling, any less would be too cold.

She was even more attractive than her master and...that person.

Bai Lingling was mesmerized, wondering what would happen if he fell in love with her too?

My master is aloof and gentle, that other person is domineering and wicked, and the person in front of me seems to be a combination of both. Should I choose him?

Bai Lingling glanced around, a slight smile playing on her lips: "What does the Immortal Lord want with me?"

Mo Zhu's eyes were sinister, and his nose was filled with the stench of mud mixed with rotten branches. The woman opposite him, who was in heat, was still chattering incessantly, and with each word she spoke, the stench became stronger.

It's really annoying.

Without saying a word, he ripped Bai Lingling's spine. The crystal blue halo was faint, and the shape of the Water Moon Sword could be vaguely seen.

"Ahhhhh!" Mo Zhu's movements were too fast. Before Bai Lingling could react, her body collapsed. A sharp pain shot through her, and her body went limp.

"Lingling!" Xiao Yilin and Ling Yifeng called out at the same time.

Everyone who was frozen in place watched helplessly as Bai Lingling collapsed to the ground like shredded cloth, kicking up a thin layer of dirt.

Mo Zhu slowly walked up to Wen Yan and casually picked up the crystal-blue Water Moon Sword: "Wen Xiao Yan, take this sword."

After a moment of silence, he said, "If the sword is stolen, take it back. If you can't take it back, I'm here. Why care about others? Even if you break the sword for fun, I'll still praise your personality."

Wen Yan's eyes widened. Had he heard everything?

A blush crept up her cheeks belatedly, and she felt restless and uncomfortable all over.

Maybe she should sneak away in the middle of the night?

Just then, Wen Yan's gaze met Mo Zhu's.

He stared intently at her, his expression unreadable, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips, remaining motionless as he held his sword.

It's so alluring, so incredibly alluring.

Wen Yan had a strange feeling that she was being seduced.

Seeing her standing there blankly, Mo Zhu bent down and tucked the sword into her waistband, his slender fingers deftly tying a beautiful knot.

With its wings bound, the eagle hopped and skipped toward the two men, screeching pitifully in its beak.

Master, the blue python and I are in such a terrible state!

The green python, unusually, pointed its head directly at it and hissed, "My tail is all whipped and broken, waaaah!"

My beautiful tail!

The beautiful scales on my pretty tail!

The green python's eyes were round and bulging, and Wen Yan had the illusion that its tears were about to fall.

After leisurely appreciating their miserable state, Mo Zhu pricked his fingertip and flicked out two drops of blood towards an eagle and a python.

After thinking for a moment, he flicked a drop of blood at Wen Yan. His aim was good; the drop landed right in the crevice below her lip. Before Wen Yan could react, her tongue curled up the drop of blood and swallowed it.

It's not very fishy, ​​and upon closer tasting, it even has a sweet aftertaste.

and many more……

Did she just drink human blood?

Wen Yan was shocked, but calmed down the next second and said, "It's nothing, it's a small matter."

Killer Eagle and Green Python also drank it.

But they are mythical beasts, and she is a human!

A strange look flashed across Wen Yan's face. Her ever-changing expressions were quite amusing, much more endearing than the group of wailing people around her.

It's so noisy, let's cut them all down.

Without hesitation, Mo Zhu condensed a sword from his right hand and slashed it down on their heads. The light, airy move carried a strong killing intent, and with just one swing of the sword, several people were sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained their chests.

Xiao Yilin stiffly looked up, and at that moment he finally understood what it meant to be separated by a hair's breadth between life and death.

The blood moon hanging from the treetop had changed size at some point, now only half a step from the ground, its gaping maw swallowing up the surrounding black energy.

Mo Zhu pursed his thin lips, a hint of ferocity flashing across his face, and a bloodthirsty glint gathered in his eyes.

The sword in his hand slashed off course, barely grazing the sides of the group as it fell. The pressure binding them shattered, and the small fry struggling on the brink of life and death scattered and fled, creating utter chaos.

Mo Zhu stood still, the eerie wind from the depths of the valley blowing his purplish-black robe, the dark red patterns gathering a resentful aura in the wind.

His black hair billowed up, his face was submerged in shadow, like a demon from the abyss, a monster from the other shore, no longer possessing his noble and refined appearance.

He was possessed.

The small shrimp had mostly escaped, but Mo Zhu ignored them. He raised his right hand with its distinct fingers and examined it closely, then rubbed the white bones between his two fingers, producing a piercing cracking sound.

Ugh, it's so ugly.

His narrow eyes were lowered, his expression unreadable.

Dark clouds gathered, and a strong north wind rose. He stood alone under the blood moon, and a strange demonic aura spread out, leaving not a blade of grass growing within twenty feet.

Powerful yet...lonely.

Wen Yan stepped onto the bare earth, which was even balder than her head, and after thinking for a moment, she walked over.

Her pale white dress was the only splash of white in the world.

She stopped beside him, nudged him with her elbow, but he didn't move. She nudged him again, but he still didn't move.

Mo Zhu went mad and became obsessed, staring intently at the bare white bones on his withered hand. So Wen Yan clung to his arm, pressed her whole body against him, and peeked her little head closer to see.

She stared intently, as if trying to see through something.

Mo Zhu stiffly tilted her head, somewhat confused by her strange actions.

I'm looking at my hands, what are you doing here?

Wen Yan looked up, her eyes sparkling like stars. The girl asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you looking at?"

Mo Zhu: "My hand."

"Oh."

Mo Zhu:?

"Oh, what do you mean?" he asked, puzzled. "Don't you think it's ugly and creepy?"

Wen Yantianzhen: "The finger bones are long and well-defined, and upon closer inspection, they are pure white and translucent with excellent color. These finger bones are of superior quality and very beautiful."

Mo Zhu looked horrified.

what are you saying?!

Wen Yan interpreted his shock as suspicion, or in short, disbelief.

Mo Zhu was silent for a moment: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Next, Wen Yan demonstrated to him what a fearless and courageous spirit truly means.

She pinched her finger bone, put it to her mouth and bit it. Mo Zhu's whole body stiffened and his muscles tensed, his meridians opened uncontrollably and overflowed with a joyful aura.

His expression shifted slightly as he looked down at the person holding his finger bone and acting strangely, a faint, serene smile appearing on his face.

Wen Yan commented with interest: "The texture isn't very good; it's crunchy and quite hard." Looking up, she saw Mo Zhu's strangely smiling face.

Did she bite him too hard?

But can bones hurt too?

Probably, after all, it's part of the body. But, even so, won't you stop her?

Was her benefactor too lenient with her?

Wen Yan felt a little guilty and looked at him with pity, as if he had suffered a lot. She kissed the spot where she had bitten him with her thin lips and unconsciously licked it with the tip of her tongue hidden in the crease.

Mo Zhu:! ! !

He shuddered for a moment, looking at her in disbelief.

After a long silence, he slowly lowered his head and placed a kiss on her cheek. The cool touch of his lips felt wonderful, but his breath caught in his throat for a moment as their breaths mingled.

Wen Yan stared blankly into space, lost in thought, until someone bit her lip and she snapped out of it.

When did his lips move onto hers?

Wait, wouldn't that count as being forcibly kissed?