He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 98 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 21)

This...this...this!

Isn't this Bai Lingling's wonderful husband?!

No, what's going on?

Wen Yan was a little confused about the situation. She tugged at Mo Zhu's sleeve and peeked at Zhao Yu, who was being pointed at by a sword, then looked back at Zhao Yan in the shadows with a puzzled expression.

Wow, you guys share the same face?

twin?!

Wait, I've never heard of the Demon Lord being a twin, have I?

"Since you have already seen my face, then I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to invite you down to have a chat with my ancestor."

Zhao Yan's voice was deep and showed absolutely no trace of the love-struck behavior he displayed during their daytime meeting.

Wen Yan quickly opened the jade bracelet, took out a sword, and stared at the dark-skinned man opposite her with sharp eyes.

This isn't the person from the daytime, at least not in their heart.

Zhao Yan looked at Wen Yan, who was on high alert, and confidently raised his lips. He then looked at the sword in her hand and the man leaning against her who seemed boneless with an extremely critical eye.

After a moment, he shook his head mockingly: "What a pity. At least eight thousand people have died at my hands, and you are the worst of them all."

He looked at the two people opposite him with great disdain: a young girl with good cultivation and talent, and a man who was half-dead after being corrupted by demonic energy and still had to rely on the girl.

Bah, he's too lazy to even lift a finger.

Feeling ashamed.

"I said……"

As soon as Zhao Yan uttered those words, a ball of fire ignited his head, causing black smoke to billow from his hair and turning his handsome face into a lump of charcoal.

The old eagle calmly withdrew his flames, looking at the little grasshopper jumping around in front of him with great puzzlement.

It and the green python had only gone for a short walk when another grasshopper appeared, dancing around in front of its owner. It's so annoying!

It's a pity he's too hot-resistant, otherwise he could have eaten a roasted grasshopper.

Perhaps the regret in Killing Eagle's eyes was too easy to understand, even the Green Python was infected, it flicked out its scarlet tongue and nodded its head seriously, its cold gaze sticking to Zhao Yan and sweeping over him inch by inch.

Zhao Yan was stunned.

Turning my head to look...

What the hell did this mythical beast come from?!

There are two more of them!!!

He swallowed hard, unsure if they were looking at him or something else... like that fallen, dark, charcoal-like tree...

Then he saw the eagle and the python's gazes follow him intently as they moved to the left and then to the right.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao" Master, can I eat roasted grasshoppers?

Mo Zhu covered his eyes, unable to bear looking at Sha Ying's drooling, lifeless appearance.

What does it mean when the owner covers their eyes?

Never mind, not stopping me is permission, here I come, little grasshopper...

It wasn't until death was imminent that Zhao Yan realized the situation. His mind raced, racing: What to do? What to do?!

I'm going to be killed!!!

He glanced unintentionally at Mo Zhu, who was leaning against Wen Yan watching the show.

Was the mythical beast talking to him just now?

It seems he has a close relationship with the mythical beast; let's capture him first.

A fierce glint flashed across Zhao Yan's face. Under the immense pressure of death, he unleashed an extraordinary speed, charging straight toward Mo Zhu's neck.

I'm here, hostage!

Then, with a loud bang, the roosting crows scattered in fright.

Unsurprisingly, Zhao Yan was sent flying by a snake's tail. His dark body traced a perfect, impeccable arc in the air before crashing accurately into a giant tree several kilometers away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Pain, excruciating pain!

"You dead python, you flung it so far, what if it gets away?"

Mo Zhu glanced sideways at the green python.

Then, with a pitiful look on its face, it slithered away quickly, picked up a half-dead grasshopper from beside a fallen tree a few kilometers away, and shrank back.

He looked extremely aggrieved.

Waaaaah, my master just called me a dead python!!!

That's so heartbreaking for Python, just like that silly eagle!

Wen Yan was a little confused. She blankly accepted the sword, still looking incredulous.

It's over!?

Just... just one cleaning-up guy and he's half dead!?

This is so weak. I thought someone who could stay with them for so long would be a pretty strong character, but they didn't even last long enough for her to unleash her sword.

Mo Zhu saw that she was in a daze and didn't call her. He took the sword from her hand and tucked it into her waistband. With a few quick movements of his fingers, he tied it into a beautiful knot.

Wen Yan was still a little confused, so she turned her attention to the person in question who was terrified on the field.

"How is this going?"

Zhao Yu's expression was a bit unpleasant, and she silently lowered her head, seemingly displaying a certain toughness.

"Not going to talk?" Wen Yan chuckled and immediately drew her sword to stab him.

Zhao Yu was still engrossed in the battle in her mind when she felt a flash of light streak across her face, and a crystal-blue sword blade suddenly appeared between her legs.

He was startled, and in that moment of relaxation, his consciousness was taken over by another person.

Zhao Yu opened his eyes, revealing his signature crooked smile. Occasionally, dark energy would seep from his pitch-black pupils. He was about to burst into unrestrained laughter when…

A sword was held to his neck, forcing back the arrogant laughter.

Not later!!!

Wasn't he a different person? Why is he still here?!

When everyone was so relaxed just now, and all their attention was on him, how come that damned Zhao Yu didn't take the opportunity to run away?

Wen Yan was deeply shocked, but she didn't show it on her face. However, her voice was terrifyingly cold as she spoke, "Who are you?"

Zhao Yu swallowed hard, glanced furtively around, and saw the green python snorting as it approached. Its huge mouth was right in front of his face, and he could feel the cold, suffocating chill emanating from its fangs.

But so what!

As the most persevering and powerful being in the demon realm, he would rather die than utter a single word!

Thus, the two reached a reasonable stalemate.

Mo Zhu slowly walked to Wen Yan's side and put his arm around her shoulder and neck: "I don't have time to joke around with you."

With a flick of his right hand, a fierce and treacherous demonic aura flowed from his pale, sinister finger bones, coiling around Zhao Yu's head and slowly strangling it like a snake.

The demonic energy still retained some intelligence. After groping around above his head for a while, it withdrew a wisp of foul-smelling black mist, which permeated the wind in the wilderness, giving it a sour smell.

"Huh?? How did I get out here?"

The black mist gradually swelled to the size of a small ball of light, the sound as piercing as an old man sawing.

"Who the hell are you!"

There was a hint of barely perceptible fear in the black mist's tone. Zhao Yan and Zhao Yu had tried their best but couldn't dig even a sliver of him out of his flesh and blood, yet this man in front of them had done it with a single wave of his hand.

The demonic energy gripping the black mist became somewhat agitated, so it transformed into its favorite slapping mode and began to bombard the black mist with its slaps. Perhaps because of their similar nature, each slap was accompanied by the black mist's screams, which sounded like those of a pig being slaughtered.

Mo Zhu frowned, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes before disappearing just as quickly. His voice was much lower than usual.

"We'll fight until they talk."

Wen Yan sensed something was wrong, so she turned around and supported him. Mo Zhu leaned against her without any sense that there was anything wrong with his tall body resting on Wen Yan's small shoulder.

He even rubbed against it with great interest.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"Hmm, I feel very uncomfortable..."

Mo Zhu said shamelessly in a low, hoarse voice, which made Wen Yan think that his condition had worsened.