He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 95 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 18)

Wen Yan had a look on her face as if she had swallowed a fly.

Inhale, exhale, hold it in, hold it in. This person is useful, don't kill him.

After she sheathed her sword, she landed on the ground, her flowing skirt blooming like a flower bud in front of Zhao Yu, who was momentarily captivated.

"Walk."

The next second, the filter shattered, and Wen Yan coldly and ruthlessly grabbed him by the back of his collar and took him away alive.

"Demon Lord!" Zhao Yu's little follower was about to chase after them, riding on black mist, when he was slapped away by Wen Yan's demonic aura. He could only watch helplessly as his dim-witted Demon Lord was captured.

"Quickly, go and inform Lord Yan."

……

"Hey! You, Huru Huru!" Zhao Yu opened his mouth only to have a mouthful of wind poured in: "Wait, I, Huru Huru, am the Demon Lord! You'll be hunted down by the entire Huru Huru and Demon Realm!"

Wen Yan flew even faster, the wind she was riding almost tearing Zhao Yu's mouth apart.

The two finally managed to stop before dark.

Zhao Yu retorted, "Hey woman, how can I, the dignified Demon Lord, sleep in the middle of nowhere?! Even the lowest-ranking kidnappers treat me to good wine and meat, and the Drunken Fragrance Inn is open to anyone I want..."

Wen Yan drew his sword without mercy.

Zhao Yu glanced sideways at the sharp blade held against her neck and nervously swallowed.

It seems this person is serious.

He carefully moved back a little, afraid that if he wasn't careful, his Adam's apple, which was so perfect it was comparable to a work of art, would be scratched by her sword energy.

"Shut up," Wen Yan snapped.

Zhaoyu the chick nodded hurriedly and made a shushing gesture.

Wen Yan's expression softened slightly, but it was still very sour.

What was the first step after hearing the news? She stared at Zhao Yu, pondering very seriously.

Uh, it seems like they used torture to extract a confession.

Wen Yan patted the bracelet, signaling the Green Python and Killing Eagle to hold him down. The two tools slowly got up, transformed into their true forms, and looked down at the tiny fragments beneath their feet.

"Whew! Whew! Whew!" Do you think we even have a chance to touch this tiny, shattered piece of trash?

The eagle's beak was crooked. It disdainfully scratched at the clod of earth next to Zhao Yu with its claws, watching him move from one side to the other with a look of utter boredom, as if he were terrified.

Wen Yan fell silent.

She didn't know this person was such a coward.

"I have something to ask you, you..."

"Ask me anything, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

Zhao Yu hugged Wen Yan's legs, her eyes filled with tears.

Goodness gracious, who brings two mythical beasts as henchmen?

Even if there were a dozen of them, they wouldn't be enough to fill Lord Beast's teeth!

Could it be that I foretold that my fate was sealed?

Zhao Yu had a lot on his mind, feeling like he didn't have long to live, but then Wen Yan actually had a question for him, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Oh, there's still a chance to survive!

"Xiao Zhao will definitely tell the truth and will not lie to the heroine."

So you confessed already?

Wen Yan gave Zhao Yu a strange look. She was about to send the demonic energy up to slap him, and this was the result?

The demonic energy clinging to Wen Yan was very unhappy and wouldn't let go of her belt.

While Wen Yan turned around to think about what to ask, they slapped Zhao Yu twice across the face in a small patch of shadow.

In the desolate wilderness where strange winds occasionally howl, two loud cracking sounds were like thunderclaps.

Wen Yan turned to the side, bewildered, looking at the demonic energy that was still about to slap her.

"What are you..."

Before she could finish speaking, the small shadow slunk back, rubbing against her fingertips in a pleading manner, looking like a good child who knew she had made a mistake and was ready to correct it.

In his soul, Mo Zhu silently pulled a square scarf to cover his flushed face.

That's incredibly shameful.

Wen Yan didn't know what to say. She was always very protective of her own. On one hand, there was the little devil who always sided with her, and on the other hand, there was that dog who kept calling her "woman." Her heart was already a hundred thousand miles away from him.

She soothingly touched the demonic energy at her fingertips, pretending not to see it.

The demonic energy was delighted and began to explore upwards along Wen Yan's fingertips, bypassing her delicate wrist bones and carefully clinging to her jade-like forearm.

It was so excited it almost fainted.

Jie Jie Jie! !

Mo Zhu suddenly turned over, covering his face even more completely.

How do you control your demonic energy?

Wen Yan thought for a moment and asked.

“This…” Zhao Yu was stunned: “It’s controlled like you do.”

It was also accompanied by a funny emoji that said, "Are you kidding me?"

"No, what I mean is, how do demons usually control their demonic energy?" Wen Yan racked her brains to describe it in a specific and precise way.

"So, that's how it's controlled?" Zhao Yu said, confused.

"You all won't be corrupted by demonic energy?"

Zhao Yu looked shocked: "How is that possible? Our demonic energy is part of our bodies from birth. Have you ever seen any organ harm itself?"

What kind of absurd question is this woman asking?

Wen Yan fell silent. The thought of someone's arm, which had been corroded to the point of being nothing but bones, intensified her irritation.

"Think about it again."

"No matter how I think about it, it's still... I definitely need to think about it more carefully."

Zhao Yu looked at the sharp blade held against his neck again and again, feeling the cold, suffocating sensation of the snake's tongue slicing across his cheek. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and his blood surged. He changed his words in a flash.

He was probably the most useless of all the demon lords.

His mind was racing, he was afraid that if he hesitated even for a second, his head would fall off.

Demonic energy corrodes, demonic energy corrodes, why does demonic energy corrode? Get your brains shut and think of something!!!

Huh?

Zhao Yu had a sudden inspiration: "Heroine, you're not talking about that kind of demonic energy that's been absorbed, are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"That is to say, your demonic energy is not something you cultivated yourself, but something you inherited or absorbed from powerful individuals."

"continue."

Zhao Yu's eyes lit up. Demons really need to study more. If it were Zhao Yan, that kid would probably be dead by now.

No, he's a better fighter than me. I'll probably give him a good beating for a few rounds before he mercilessly kills me.

"My demonic book records that demonic energy cannot be absorbed at will, because each type of demonic energy has its unique characteristics. You can think of it as a blood type, but no, you probably don't know what a blood type is."

Zhao Yu tried his best to explain the concept of blood type, but Wen Yan didn't care at all and raised her eyes to signal him to continue talking about demonic energy.

"The demons are alright. If they inherit or absorb the demonic energy of a powerful being, they will at most suffer from demonic possession. But we are demons to begin with, so whether we become demons or not is irrelevant. We will just die quickly."

"However, if someone, especially a righteous cultivator, inherits or absorbs the demonic energy of a powerful being from the demon realm, even if they are a god, they will rot and die within three to six months."

what? !

Three months at the shortest, half a year at the longest?!

Wen Yan did a quick calculation and realized that more than a month had passed since the seal was broken...

In other words, Mo Zhu has at most five months left to live.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? I didn't do anything to you, everyone's watching."

Seeing Wen Yan's distraught appearance, Zhao Yu hurriedly explained to Sha Ying and Qing Mang to prove her innocence.

Wen Yan raised her hand and touched her cheek; it was wet.