He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 93 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 16)

Wen Yan was angry, but she didn't know why she was angry. She just felt a dull ache in her heart, like a stone pressing down on her blood and making her blood rush to her head.

Commonly known as "blood rushing to the head".

I just can't understand it, I just can't understand why he won't cooperate.

Fine, if he won't cooperate, I'll find someone myself. I'll even seal his consciousness and force him to come out for treatment.

Having made up his mind, Wen Yancai picked up his sword and moved forward again.

Since there is such a powerful demon here, based on the principle that a great demon guards the demon palace, the main camp should not be far away.

"Didn't you think about what would happen if you couldn't win?"

Mo Zhu's voice suddenly came out.

"If you can't beat them, run away." Wen Yan's tone was indifferent, as if she didn't want to talk to him.

Mo Zhu remained silent for a moment.

I thought you would follow up with, "If all else fails, I still have you."

Wen Yan's temper flared up, and her tone was laced with sarcasm she herself was unaware of: "How can we expect a saint who is immune to worldly affairs? If a saint were to kill, wouldn't things be chaotic?"

"This is the first time I've ever seen a saint with demonic aura. It's quite novel."

Wen Yan delivered a vicious blow, causing the floating sand to tread deep and shallow with each step.

Mo Zhu felt a pang of sadness, longing for the obedient Wen Xiaoyan of the past, who was dazed and indifferent to everything.

"Wen Xiaoyan, is this how you talk when you're angry?"

Wen Yan choked, then didn't want to talk to him anymore. Mo Zhu wasn't in a hurry and waited with interest for her next sentence.

"I'm not angry." She managed to say this after a long pause. "I'm just... just disappointed in you!"

After thinking for a long time, I finally came up with a word that sounded acceptable.

"Hmm, I'm disappointed in you." Mo Zhu followed her words, his pale white fingers lightly brushing against the pink silk thread, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Wen Xiaoyan, don't you have any ideas?" He poked the silk thread at the very tip that was eagerly trying to climb up his chest, but the thread turned and shrank back into the pile of threads at the bottom.

Just like its owner.

Mo Zhu raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of pleasure.

"I don't have any ideas."

Wen Yan replied to him quickly, afraid that if she was too slow, he would accuse her of having ulterior motives. She always felt that the deeper meaning behind his question was that he had some thoughts about her.

Pah! What do you mean, "have feelings for him"?

If there really is such a thing, it's just... just being blinded by lust!

Wen Yan tried to convince herself that it was just that her face was exceptionally beautiful.

That's it.

My heart was pounding, as if it were piercing my chest.

“Hmm, no idea.” Mo Zhu nodded gently in agreement, then remembered something and kindly reminded her, “Wen Xiaoyan, I am inside your soul.”

Hmm? How did we get to this? The topic changed so quickly.

"I know."

Mo Zhu smiled warmly: "What I mean is, I can hear your heartbeat."

Thump thump thump thump!!

"My heart is beating even faster now," Mo Zhu added casually.

"Wen Xiaoyan, what were you thinking just now?"

He was like a cat catching a bad mouse, keeping her in his territory, lowering his head to sniff her little by little, and occasionally meowing to stroke her fur, playing with her heart-pounding excitement.

The difference is that she is a good mouse, while he is a bad cat.

So exciting.

"Mo Zhu, after the Immortal Sword Sect fled, did nothing really happen?"

Wen Yan's expression turned serious.

I don't know why I suddenly asked this question; I feel like I've missed something.

"Hmm? What do you think happened?"

Mo Zhu didn't even look up, slowly teasing the pink thread huddled in the pile of threads, and casually tossed the question back to her.

"I can't recall."

Wen Yan tried hard to recall, but that memory was like a fog, and she couldn't see it clearly no matter what.

"You passed out from exhaustion of your spiritual energy, so I'll heal you. By the way, Wen Xiaoyan, I've saved you again."

"Is that all?" Wen Yan asked, her face full of suspicion.

She strongly suspected that Mo Zhu had secretly sealed her memories, but she couldn't find any evidence.

Mo Zhu lay there calmly, his face covered with a square scarf so his expression couldn't be seen.

Well, he must have his reasons for doing this.

Let's put that aside for now and find a way to stop the corruption of demonic energy first.

"This is... the Demon Realm?"

During their conversation, the two had arrived in another world beyond the yellow sand.

As Wen Yan looked at the city gate, the scene before her seemed to dissipate from the middle like mist, and after a few breaths, the complete appearance of the Demon Realm was revealed in her eyes.

It was a world filled with evil, with layers of dark clouds pressing down like small mountains, shaking down the restless demonic energy.

There is no sunlight here; to be precise, there is no light at all, only darkness, a thick, suffocating darkness.

Wen Yan stood with his sword in hand, dressed in white, looking like a patch of snow before the grand city gate.

The extreme color contrast made Wen Yan shudder involuntarily, not out of fear but out of shock—shock at the purest form of evil in the world.

"Scared? If you're scared, let's go."

Mo Zhu urged.

“No,” Wen Yan said, a hint of joy on her face, “this proves that I came to the right place.”

So much demonic energy!

A dense aura of heinous and monstrous slaughter!

It can be controlled so well, like a porcelain bottle containing wine, with shadows inside and a clean, pure exterior.

She was just worried about not being able to find it!

"My savior! I have a strong feeling that you are saved!"

Unaffected by Mo Zhu's influence, Wen Yan became even more determined, and a small, crystal-blue flame ignited in her clear eyes.

"Don't try to persuade me anymore, just treat it as an experience."

Mo Zhu fell silent.

Forget it, let her be.

"Wait, are you really planning to go in like this?" He quickly called out to stop Wen Yan when he saw her rushing inside wearing a scarf.

Wen Yan was puzzled and looked at herself: "Is there a problem?"

"Oh, you're so stupid."

Mo Zhu sighed softly, and unusually, his divine soul appeared before her, looking down at the incomparably holy and pure person in front of him.

He was dressed neatly, even to the point that his collar was tucked in tightly, his long black hair hung loosely, and only his eyes, deep as a cold pool, were visible.

He was dressed entirely in black from head to toe.

His robes fluttered as he slowly stepped forward, keeping only half a meter away from her, far below the safe distance.

The red and black demonic energy seemed to like her very much. Seeing that its master did not stop it, it clung to Wen Yan and wouldn't let go, embracing her intimately. But that was all. It dared not violate her and simply held her hand to form a dark barrier around her.

The once pristine white robes seemed to have been soaked in ink, turning black at a visible speed.

Wen Yan looked closely and wondered if she was seeing things.

"My benefactor, why is your demonic aura tinged with black and red, and red and pink?"

The contrast is too great!

She glanced at the ruthless, dark Mo Zhu, then at the pale pink demonic energy mixed within, and couldn't resist touching it.

Surprisingly, the pink magical aura is quite endearing.

Mo Zhu's expression was strange; he curled his fingers but ultimately didn't stop her.

Her own feelings naturally clung to her.

"Okay, let's go in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Zhu transformed into a wisp of black mist and flew back into the crimson iris, sinking into the soul.

Wen Yan had already opened the soul restriction when he turned into black mist, and the action was so practiced that it was as normal as breathing.