He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 91 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 14)

Before her was a magnified handsome face. Their eyes met, staring intently. She could see the heat surging in the man's eyes as they kissed, their kiss awkward and clumsy.

Until her face was cupped and explored deeper, he domineeringly pulled her close to his chest, his fingers pressing against the back of her neck, restraining her tingling body.

She was kissed so hard she leaned back, her waist bending an inch as the man moved in an inch further, until one of his legs squeezed between hers. She sat half-upright on top of him, her face as red as half a cloud.

Mo Zhu lowered his eyelids, turned his chin, and kissed her gently, casually yet passionately.

After a while, she leaned against him, feeling dizzy. How did they kiss?

She nudged the person burying their head in her neck, swallowed hard, and felt weak as she straddled one of his thighs.

She was already feeling overwhelmed before it even started.

Thankfully, he stopped and was holding her, breathing heavily. She could barely cling to his broad shoulders, her thoughts racing.

In the desolate wilderness, amidst broken walls and ruins, the hazy night was shrouded in a faint smell of blood, and a waning moon hung overhead, its light tinged with the blood of death.

Well, the timing and location are wrong; it's really not suitable.

Mo Zhu reached out and placed his hand on the back of her neck, massaging it. It was that skeletal hand, but it felt quite comfortable.

"Wen Xiaoyan, come with me."

His voice was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the obsessive indifference of someone who would go crazy and imprison her if she didn't follow him, or the casual indifference of someone who didn't care whether she followed him or not.

She nodded. Actually, there was nothing to hesitate about. She had kissed him first and had miraculously survived, so she was determined to take responsibility for him.

Wen Yan turned her head to look at his profile. His bone structure was extremely beautiful. Before he became a demon, he had a cold and self-possessed appearance but a wild and unrestrained inner beauty. Now, he had a more sinister and awe-inspiring air.

It's the kind of beauty that's invincible.

"Where shall we go?" Wen Yan leaned on his shoulder, her slender white fingers intentionally or unintentionally stirring his soft hair.

He doesn't seem to have gone out.

"Hmm...where do you want to go?" After a brief moment of thought, Mo Zhu decided to listen to Wen Yan.

"Let's go wandering, the kind of wandering the world!"

"Okay, then let's go wandering."

"To be a chivalrous immortal lord, with a heart of gold and a spirit of justice." Wen Yan rubbed his hands together, somewhat tempted.

Mo Zhu remained silent for a moment, his body shrouded in demonic energy, both malevolent and unpredictable: "You want me to act chivalrously and bravely?"

"Uh, shall I go?" Wen Yan replied uncertainly, "But, benefactor, could you please save my junior brother first?"

Wen Yan pointed to Ling Liufeng, who was lying unconscious on the ground, blending into the night. You wouldn't notice him unless you looked closely; she had to stare at him for a long time before she found him.

Those people from the Immortal Sword Sect actually abandoned him and ran away.

It would be a lie to say I'm not heartbroken, but thinking about those people makes it all seem strangely reasonable.

Mo Zhu withdrew his hand, and Ling Liufeng's complexion gradually became rosy. He always had a sense of disorientation. Was he a demon? Why did he always do things that saved people?

In the distance, the Killing Eagle and the Green Python were still immersed in the spring, channeling their energy.

"Let's take them with us once they've recovered," Mo Zhu said calmly, casually pointing to the eagle and the python.

The night was silent, the moon rolled down and then rose again.

Immortal Sword Sect.

Xiao Yilin used all his rare and precious materials to save Bai Lingling's life, but who knew...

She has amnesia!!!

The entire clan was astonished and rushed to visit him.

Bai Lingling huddled into a small ball, her face pale, her big eyes looking at them with full of vigilance.

Everyone was heartbroken.

Although the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect were disappointed, they still had to accept the fact that their beloved treasure had suffered a great injustice and then lost his memory in a fit of anger.

But what are you telling them now that Lingling has been kidnapped by the Demon Lord?

Upon hearing the news, Xiao Yilin rushed to the scene immediately. Several blood-red characters were carved on the bluestone wall, shining brightly.

"The Demon King receives his wife."

Xiao Yilin's vision went black. He first experienced the berserk version of his master's relentless attacks, and then lost his beloved disciple. This pillar of the Immortal Sword Sect finally fainted.

"Master!"

……

The sky was clear and blue, and the desert was like smoke.

A woman in white struggled through a sandstorm raging with fierce winds. The wind tore through her pristine dress, and the light, flowing skirt danced in the wind, outlining her graceful figure.

With each inch Wen Yan advanced, the flying sand intensified, and her white veil was already covered in yellow sand. She squinted as she moved forward little by little.

My forehead felt a little warm, and the iris flower between my eyebrows had a strange sheen.

The temporary resident, Mo Zhu, tapped her soul with his finger bone, the sound muffled.

"The jade bracelet on your wrist has a protective shield. Infuse it with a trace of spiritual energy."

After speaking, his consciousness sank back into Wen Yan's soul, silently.

Wen Yan did as instructed and injected a wisp of spiritual power into the white jade bracelet. With a loud bang, the transparent protective shield exploded, and the sandstorm completely enveloped her.

Its power is comparable to a fatal blow from the Mo Zhu at its peak.

No way, you're using this life-saving artifact to shield me from flying sand?!

A waste of natural resources.

Wen Yan focused her mind, and the air currents in the void transformed into a finger that poked the person with their back to her.

You've been like this for three days now? Are you really okay?

Mo Zhu remained motionless, lying on his side in the rocking chair, completely wrapped up, too lazy to even open his eyes.

He grabbed the mischievous fingers behind his back with his other hand, and with a gentle squeeze, his breath dissipated into a wisp.

"Don't make trouble."

"When are you coming out?" Wen Yan asked helplessly.

This is her very soul, okay? In other words, he's right inside her vital point... uh, resting with his eyes closed?

Although she didn't actually have any objections, the intimacy brought about by the fusion of their souls made her feel like a little deer was constantly beating in her heart.

It's kind of exciting.

"Your benefactor saved you, can't you even sleep in your soul?"

Mo Zhu raised an eyebrow, lifted his eyelids to look at her, and spoke in a lazy, nonchalant tone, as if saying no would make him the snake in the story of the farmer and the snake.

Using the debt of saving her life to pressure her?

Wen Yan replied very firmly, "Of course."

Then, with great backbone, he returned to the protective shield.

Mo Zhu pressed down the corners of his mouth, hidden under his mask, and said soothingly, "Yeah, I'll come out once you find the Demonic Sect's lair. Be good, the senior sister of One Sword Breaks Cloud Peak is the best."

"The world is so vast, how would I know where the Demonic Sect is hiding?" Wen Yan muttered softly, her tone softening.

"Simply put, there's always one of those extremely cold, harsh, and barren places."

Mo Zhu closed his eyes again, his voice barely concealing his mischievousness.

"Speaking of which, Wen Xiaoyan, it was you who insisted on going to find the Demonic Sect of Laozi, but..." He paused, his voice lingering, "It's fine if we don't go."

"Nonsense, do you want to have that skeletal hand stuck to you for the rest of your life?"

Suddenly remembering that when she looked at his hand a few days ago, the rot had already spread to his forearm, and considering that he had been covering his face these days, Wen Yan couldn't help but overthink things, and her voice was muffled.

"I don't want it this way. It's disgusting to see skeletons every day."

Mo Zhu was delighted.

"Just a few days ago you were holding my hand and kissing and nibbling on it, but now you're showing your disgust. Wen Xiaoyan, you really are fickle."

Hearing this, Wen Yan blushed deeply, gritted her teeth, and really wanted to curse him.

"Alright, why carry such a heavy burden at such a young age? Why are you so sullen? It's good that the young lady is blushing."

After saying that, he turned over and fell silent.

The endless sandstorm continued to churn, but the area where the small ball of light passed remained calm and undisturbed.

"Who are you?" A sweet female voice entered the ear.

Wen Yan blinked; the voice sounded somewhat familiar…