He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 102 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 25)

Rumble!

The two seemingly casual words had the power of a thunderbolt, leaving Wen Yanhua pale and stunned.

no?

He... he... he really hasn't changed his mind?

Where is her aloof, unrestrained, and carefree benefactor? And who is this expressionless, serious person calling her "baby"?

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Yan finally managed to utter, "Are you possessed?"

Mo Zhu's face darkened, and a hint of unease flashed across his usually indifferent expression. He covered Wen Yan's eyes, which were genuinely asking a question, and forcibly held her as they continued flying, while inwardly cursing Zhao Yan and Zhao Yu to the point of no return.

He said those two were useless!

What kind of lousy and deceptive tricks are these?!

Mo Zhu gritted his teeth, his face turning red to the roots of his neck; he had truly lost face.

Fortunately, Wen Yan was also frightened and remained frozen in place, so she didn't notice his slight abnormality.

Wen Yan blinked, her thick eyelashes brushing against her palm, sending a tingling sensation through her, while a cool, woody scent lingered around her nose.

He was cold to others, but his body was unusually warm.

"How much longer are you going to cover it up?"

A faint voice came.

Mo Zhu let go in surprise, cleared his throat with his clenched fist, and said in a serious tone: "I was distracted by demonic energy just now, it wasn't my intention."

This explains the previous anomalies.

So that's how it is. She said that Mo Zhu's use of random, learned terms of address startled her, and her heart was still pounding.

"I understand. How much longer do we have to fly?"

"Soon."

Wen Yan glanced down at her feet; the mountains stretched for miles, layer upon layer…

Are you sure it'll be soon?

She had a bad feeling.

Are they going to live in the cave again?

As expected, Mo Zhu steadily stopped his sword at the entrance of an unknown cave and nodded with satisfaction.

He casually took out his storage bag, threw out Zhao Yan and Zhao Yu, thought for a moment, conjured two people out of thin air and placed them next to the two of them to pretend to sleep, then made himself and Wen Yan invisible and waited quietly.

Wen Yan glanced at the pirated version of herself and Mo Zhu standing guard beside Zhao Yan and Zhao Yu, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, but she still waited silently to the side.

Zhao Yan was the first to wake up. As soon as he woke up, he saw "Mo Zhu" and "Wen Yan" and immediately killed them.

The pirates were quite efficient; they died a quick and painless death.

Zhao Yan laughed loudly, carried the unconscious Zhao Yu away, completely unaware that Mo Zhu and the other two were chasing after him.

"Mo Zhu, where are we going?"

"Let's go find someone first," Mo Zhu said casually.

"Then why should we follow them?" Wen Yan asked, puzzled.

“Obviously,” Mo Zhu shrugged, speaking with an air of self-righteousness, “I don’t know the way.”

I never expected the reason to be so simple and unpretentious.

She thought they would be surrounded first, then poisoned and the two brothers would be doomed.

Perhaps Wen Yan's silence bothered Mo Zhu, because he deprived her of the right to follow him.

"Come on, let's hide inside the bag first."

Mo Zhu opened the storage bag and said with a kind face, "You look a lot like a conman or human trafficker, except that human traffickers aren't as handsome."

Wen Yan took a half step back, her face full of resistance: "You're using a bag that's been used to hold stinky men to put me in?"

Hmm, that's definitely not appropriate.

"Then you're going to go into this?"

Mo Zhu found another storage bag, opened the mouth wide, and looked on expectantly.

"No, I refuse."

The bag was stuffy, dark, and bumpy, and she got suffocated by it.

Mo Zhu was at a loss; he couldn't exactly hold her while he attacked people, could he?

How awful.

It's bloody, what if it scares her?

Seeing that Mo Zhu was really persistent, Wen Yan also took a step back: "I can put me in there, but..."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhu raised an eyebrow slightly, indicating that it was good that they could discuss it.

"I want to enter your soul."

"No."

Mo Zhu refused without even thinking.

"Why?" Wen Yan was shocked. He could enter and exit her soul at will, but he wouldn't even let her in.

Mo Zhu gave her a deep look, his expression complex.

You won't like it there.

The soul reflects the inner world of each person. It is the green mountains, peach blossoms, forests, and wilderness. Everything within sight can change, simply because it has seen all things, and all things can naturally grow in its world.

Birds, insects, fish, beasts, birds, plants, flowers, and stamens all bloom in her heart.

But he was different; he only had a lonely island, floating on a sea shrouded in thick fog...

"But I want to see it."

Wen Yan looked serious.

"You won't like it, fine, if you don't want to go into the bag, I'll just hold you..."

How do you know if I like it or not if you haven't even shown it to me?

That's not a place for humans to stay.

Mo Zhu swallowed those words, closed his eyes, and his deep gray eyes held both helplessness and... inferiority.

"You always make decisions for me first. You're the one who erases my memories, you're the one who tries to guess my thoughts, and you're the one who decides my preferences. How can you truly understand me when you're just guessing from your own perspective?"

"According to you, when you used the excuse of doing what's best for me to ignore my feelings for you, did you ever consider that we might become Daoist partners?"

Her words were sharp and incisive, gradually breaking down his defenses with her words.

"You should stop and listen to what I have to say..."

Wen Yan's tone softened.

Mo Zhu stood still, it was unclear how much of what he had heard was actually said.

"Fine, I won't force you if you don't want to. Open the bag and let me in."

Wen Yan sighed, seemingly hurt.

He seemed to have upset her again, but that wasn't his intention. He just didn't want her to get hurt, and he didn't want everything in his dream to repeat itself.

He said he would protect her, but in the end, he was the one who made her sad.

Mo Zhu lowered his eyelids, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He slowly raised his pale finger bones and sluggishly opened the seal on his soul, allowing himself to be completely exposed before her.

Wen Yan suppressed the corners of her mouth that were turning up.

It seems she stumbled upon a shortcut.