He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 103 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 26)

When Wen Yan flashed into the soul, everyone was stunned. Was this Mo Zhu's inner world?

Desolate and barren, deathly silent.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the sea, the deep black, boundless Dead Sea, without ripples or sunlight, shrouded in oppressive black clouds and silence.

She was the only hope for survival here.

Wen Yan stood awkwardly in place, the soil beneath her feet soaked with seawater, soft and loose, leaving a small footprint, with the dark waves just stopping around the edge of the footprint.

She took a tentative step forward, and the waves receded, exposing the damp sand in the dim light.

It's quite interesting.

Wen Yan wasn't sure if Mo Zhu could sense her movements inside. She squatted down to carefully observe the black soil, which felt strangely familiar. She reached out and pinched it, revealing a knowing smile.

Isn't this the precious black soil of the land world?!

Mo Zhu is truly wasting resources! He's hiding such fertile land and letting it lie fallow!

Wen Yan felt inexplicably indignant, as if some gene was about to awaken.

She wants to farm, and nobody can stop her.

Although it's in the middle of the sea and no sunlight shines through, who says it won't be there in the future? The clouds can disperse.

She stomped her foot to call out to Mo Zhu, but felt something thumping under her feet, a long and dull thumping. She followed the sound, walking and stopping intermittently, and finally stood where the reaction was strongest and stomped hard, making the thumping even more intense.

That sound is so strange.

Is it also part of Mo Zhu's inner world?

"Mo Zhu, are you listening?" She stomped on that spot again.

Outside, Mo Zhu stood there, stunned, placing his hand on his heart.

It jumped so fast, so forcefully that it almost burst out of its shell.

Is Wen Xiaoyan stepping on it?

She must be disgusted.

Mo Zhu clutched his heart and closed his eyes, a bitter taste rising in his mouth as the red thread entwined his heart. He gave a self-deprecating smile, cold and forlorn.

The pitch-black, stagnant water and the oppressive space were used to strangle the enemy, while the fertile soil was nurtured by their vitality.

There were beasts and... people among them.

Mo Zhu thought to himself, "Let it be. I'll keep her here. Let her make a fuss or cause a ruckus. I'll release her after I've killed everyone... or maybe she'll never come out."

The morbid emotions came suddenly and violently, a voice deep inside screaming wildly...

"Lock him up, lock him up, lock him up..."

"Mo Zhu, Mo Zhu? Can you hear me? Find me some seeds. I'm not going out. I'll stay here and wait for you to finish your business. I'll give you a lush, green field!"

"Close it... huh?"

Wait, did he hear me correctly?

No, it's not coming out?!

Mo Zhu clutched his heart, bewildered. A crack appeared on his usually calm face, clearly indicating that he didn't understand the situation.

No, although the result is the same.

But it's one thing for him to want to lock her up, and quite another for her to ask to stay.

Wen Yan was afraid he hadn't heard her clearly, so she deliberately squatted down and patted his unusually active heart. She had figured out what the thing that was jumping around was when he was distracted.

Didn't he say before that he could hear her heartbeat? I guess this endless beating thing is his heartbeat too.

"They're so active, it's hard to pretend you can't hear them..."

Wen Yan sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

"Wen Xiaoyan, what do you think of this place?" Mo Zhu asked her after a long silence.

"It's great! Those waves are so polite, they make way for me wherever I go!" Wen Yan's surprise was palpable. "They're sparkling like black diamonds, and the soil is so fertile, we can definitely grow lots of vegetables and flowers!"

"How about we stay here?" Mo Zhu's voice was low, husky, and seductive.

However, he was ultimately just giving a flirtatious look to a blind man.

"Of course it would be great, I couldn't be happier." Wen Yan rubbed her hands together, determined to grow a lush green island for Mo Zhu.

Mo Zhu was stunned for a moment, then a low, fragmented laugh escaped his lips. He covered his eyes, laughing so hard he was bent over, breathless. He was so happy; her affections were so tight, his heart was pounding with joy...

"Mo Zhu, can you please calm down? I feel like this place is about to collapse..."

Wen Yan looked at this precarious place that seemed on the verge of collapse and said.

Mo Zhu was still laughing, his chest and heart heaving arrhythmically, and tears welled up in his eyes as he laughed.

She wanted him to love her and listen to everything about her, and so did he.

She was bold, so she spoke her mind, while he was cowardly and could only make timid guesses.

"Mo Zhu, stop laughing. Weren't you playing a stalking game? Be careful not to lose them."

"No, it won't be lost, it will never be lost." Mo Zhu spoke slowly, his eyes unfathomable.

No, what is he muttering about?

She was speaking ominous words, heavens.

Wen Yan sighed and rubbed her forehead. Why did she vaguely feel like he was talking about her? Hmm, that's weird.

Wen Yan floated out and glanced at Mo Zhu; his eyes were so tender they were almost dripping with tears.

Startled, she hurriedly ran back into his soul.

Good heavens, was that a fake Mo Zhu I just saw...?

"Remember to bring me seeds," Wen Yan reminded him, then went off to fiddle with the seeds again, figuring out how to plant them in different sections.

"Row."

Mo Zhu smiled and agreed, then sped up to catch up with Zhao Yan, who was carrying people, feeling great.

Seeds alone are not enough; without some Grade Nine Imperial Ginseng, Seven-Star Crimson Pearl Grass, etc., it would be a disservice to Wen Xiaoyan's meticulous care.

He vaguely remembered that the old guys had robbed a lot of good stuff before.

Zhao Yan's right eye kept twitching, and he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

The platform on the top floor of the Demon Palace.

Bai Lingling stood on the high wall, dressed in flowing white robes. Her delicate face, covered by a white veil, was partially obscured. Behind her followed a plump maid, which made her appear even more slender and frail.

She said softly in her delicate voice, "My husband, you're finally back!"

"Lingling!"

Zhao Yan threw down the eyesore Zhao Yu, which landed on the ground with a thud. His eyes flashed, and he opened his arms and ran towards the beautiful woman with all his might.

Don't ask him why he doesn't fly, because running is more moving and more beautiful.

Watching the delicate white butterfly land in his arms and be held tightly by him, Zhao Yan felt a unique sense of satisfaction.

A day apart feels like three autumns; it has been many years since he and Lingling last saw each other.

"Husband!"

"Lingling!"

They called out to each other with all their might, their eyes filled with affection, oblivious to everyone else.

Mo Zhu, who was following in the shadows, turned pale and then flushed. He pressed his palm down, forcibly suppressing the urge to slap the two disgusting bastards to death.

The overly forceful movements, coupled with the strained voice and affected gait, looked utterly pathetic.

This scene is even more disgusting than swallowing a fly whole.