He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 99 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 22)

"What should we do then? Shall we lie down first?"

Wen Yan tried her best to stand on tiptoe to support him, her fair and delicate hands resting on his broad shoulders, her breaths flowing smoothly with his slightly disordered breathing.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine in a bit."

Mo Zhu didn't even frown, as if the excruciating pain of demonic energy gnawing at his flesh and bones was nothing to worry about.

The demonic energy stirred even more wildly, the gnawing sounds like ten thousand termites stomping and jostling past. He simply leaned against Wen Yan without moving, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her neck with each sniff.

Mo Zhu, you're shameless, deceiving young girls.

Looking at Wen Yan's worried face, Mo Zhu silently cursed himself, then slowly straightened up, supporting himself on her shoulders.

"I'm just teasing you."

His clear, husky voice carried his usual mischievousness; upon closer listening, it truly sounded like Mo Zhu's.

He lazily moved to the front of the black mist, found a bamboo chair from somewhere, and sat down leisurely.

"The Demon Lord Wudao is truly forgetful. You may not remember me, but I remember you."

He tapped his knee with his finger bones.

He looked up at him, a half-smile on his face, his expression cold and indifferent.

"You are...you are that wretched creature..."

The black mist, it shouldn't be the voice of the tyrannical demon lord trembling.

"How can you call me a wicked creature? You used to call me a descendant of the demon god."

"They even found me a nice place to stay, with mountains, water, and wild animals... I was truly grateful, but I was just a seven or eight-year-old child at the time, and being trapped was bound to make me restless. Now that I'm all grown up, I definitely have to go out and explore."

"Oh, I also came to look for my demon core. It's been sitting with you for tens of thousands of years, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."

He even said it with a smile, and there wasn't much emotion in his eyes, but Wen Yan felt inexplicably sad.

Has he always been alone?

I grew up crawling through the deep, dark forest where wild beasts roamed, with no friends, no freedom, and not even any other people, only an eagle and a python.

No wonder he knew nothing, no wonder he kept rambling on and on in the woods for those few months.

Wen Yan stared at his neatly dressed clothes for a moment. No wonder he dressed so properly after leaving the seal. She originally thought he just wanted to cover up the corroded bones, but it turns out he didn't know how to dress, so he specially learned how?

Wen Yan felt a bitter taste in her mouth, both for him and for herself.

Mo Zhu smelled the bitter scent again, frowned, and turned to look at Wen Yan. Then he saw the little crybaby with tears welling up in her eyes, looking pitiful.

Her eyes were misty, like the fog by a lake, about to condense into rain.

He tried to read her eyes; they showed him heartache.

Oh no, I've made her cry again.

Mo Zhu released a divine sense to isolate them from others, then flashed in front of Wen Yan, bent down and skillfully placed his finger bone under her eyes, catching her burning tears.

"Why are you crying?" He stroked her face, his voice gentle as if he had inexhaustible patience.

Although I don't know how ordinary couples get along, they shouldn't be like him, making people shed tears for no reason.

"You think I'm pathetic?"

Mo Zhu stared into her eyes and asked a question half-jokingly.

Is it miserable?

He didn't know, he only remembered that the most embarrassing time was when he was fighting with a tiger for meat. He won and got the last piece of meat, but his whole body was gnawed by the tiger.

He lay despondently in the grass, the sharp blades of grass swaying in the wind and cutting into his flesh, the pain numbing him. Through his bloodshot eyes, he looked at the tigers that were closing in again and thought, "It's not so bad to die like this."

Who would have thought he was so lucky, he got snatched away by that silly eagle...

Huh?

Why is he reminiscing?

It's strange, that's the trouble with people. They like to relive the hardships they've experienced over and over again, torturing their own spirit and will in a way that's almost self-destructive. It's good that they're driven to madness.

He was not spared either.

"I'm not miserable."

"Those things... I've forgotten them all."

Mo Zhu's voice was low and slow, like a distant, hazy melody veiled in mist, seemingly indifferent.

He liked seeing Wen Yan care about him and worry about him, but he didn't want her to be immersed in his suffering, or to love and care for him more because of his suffering.

What he wanted was her complete love, for her to love him as a person and for the kindness he showed her.

Wen Yan's emotions fluctuated greatly, and the emotional threads attached to his body tightened even more, causing his heart to beat faster.

Wen Yan silently walked forward, wrapped her arms around him, and rested her head on his shoulders and neck. Her soft body seemed to have infinite capacity for comfort.

A tear fell on the red mole, and his soul sighed.

"Wen Xiaoyan, why do you cry so much? Hmm?"

"It's also my fault for turning the aloof senior sister of One Sword Breaks Clouds Peak into a crybaby."

He was teasing her, she knew it, so she buried her face even deeper: "I just think we're a tragically perfect match."

Mo Zhu was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

I think they're a good match, that's all that matters.

“You’re not allowed to cry for me all the time anymore. It’s not worth it. You can only cry for yourself…” Mo Zhu wiped away her tears, thought for a moment, and then changed his words, “You can’t cry for yourself either. It’s best to be happy every day.”

Wen Yan pouted: "What if someone makes me sad?"

"Then take a sword and fight him. If you can't beat him, call me."

Wen Yan: "What if that person were you?"

Mo Zhu was stunned for a moment, as if he was the one who had made her cry the most.

"Then stab me with your sword."

He was also ruthless towards himself.

"That Water Moon Sword, it's been improved."

Wen Yan looked at him, who seemed rather serious, and didn't know how to react. She felt he was acting a little crazy.

A scream rang out, and Wen Yan remembered that there was a demon outside getting beaten up.

She tugged at Mo Zhu's sleeve, and he withdrew his spiritual isolation, causing two figures to appear out of thin air.

The Demon Lord Wudao curled up into a small ball, and the originally smooth and delicate black energy ball had become pitted and uneven, all marked by the blows.

He had no physical body, only a small ball of light. This ball of light was equivalent to his internal organs, and the excruciating pain from each punch hitting his internal organs caused the demonic energy of the ball of light to dim considerably.

"Let's go."

Mo Zhu casually put away the Dao of the Unruly Demon Lord.

"Aren't you going to ask where your demon core is?" Wen Yan asked, puzzled.

"I already know."

"When? How come I didn't know?"

She doesn't seem to have missed any of the questioning, does she?

"Guess why I keep hitting him?" Mo Zhu asked, patting her head.

"To satisfy your perverse tastes?"

"No, look closely at the golden light around you. This is a valuable item; don't waste it."

Mo Zhu formed a hand seal with his ten fingers, enveloping the golden light and warmth within.

"It's almost absorbed."

Mo Zhu urged the motionless person on.

Wen Yan vaguely guessed what was going on and didn't move for a moment. She wanted to keep these golden lights to reshape the demon core.

Perhaps her expression was too easy to understand, Mo Zhu immediately understood, and he smiled: "It's something that others are fighting tooth and nail for, and you're still hesitating? Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, just absorb it."

As he spoke, he took out the storage bag containing the Demon Lord Wudao and demonstrated the entire process of fanning out golden light.

Fragments of golden light fell from the black sphere and quickly gathered into a small pile.