He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 89 My 23 Master's Stories (12)

"Wen Yan, I know you're in there," Xiao Yilin said coldly. "If you don't come out, I'll kill them."

He stomped hard on the killing eagle under his feet, and only spoke again after hearing a sharp bird cry: "And your good junior brother."

As he spoke, his cold gaze swept over the bound Ling Liufeng.

Ling Liufeng struggled desperately, the rope digging into his flesh and twisting it until it turned bright red.

Ling Yifeng couldn't bear it: "Sixth Junior Brother, stop struggling. Even a god couldn't break free from this Immortal Binding Lock."

Ling Liufeng ignored him and continued to exert himself, causing more and more blood to flow.

"Screech, screech, screech." Wen Yan, don't listen to him.

"Hiss hiss hiss." Yes, don't come out, stay and guard the master.

The green python had a premonition that these people were after its master.

Wen Yan, supporting herself against the water curtain, closed her eyes weakly, wanting to punch the wall at the cave entrance, but was unable to move because she was enveloped by spiritual energy.

She turned to look at the man with his eyes closed, feeling inexplicably wronged.

She approached him, stepped into the jade lotus, and sat on his lap, looking at him closely. His eyelashes were half-lowered, casting a shadow, his lips were perfectly shaped, and his phoenix eyes were arrogant.

Wen Yan looked serious, as if she wanted to etch his image into her very bones.

She slightly propped herself up, her forehead trembling as she pressed it against his, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes to the corners of her mouth.

It was so bitter it chilled my heart.

"Mo Zhu, I have never felt any warmth before, but I have been very happy these past few days since I met you."

For the first time, I felt like a human being.

The sect's fellow disciples only had eyes for their junior sister, and even their master favored her.

They often say I'm cold-hearted, and I think so too.

I'm clumsy with words and can't speak well; I'm cold-hearted and only know how to practice swordsmanship. I'm not as lively and considerate as my junior sister, nor as approachable.

It seems like nothing I have likes, even the sword you gave me chose Bai Lingling.

She felt wronged, her voice trembling and helpless, her fingers gripping Mo Zhu's drooping hem tightly, like a small lily of the valley in a storm.

“I’m such a boring and heartless person that I deserve to be disliked. Look, even my sixth junior brother, Killing Eagle, and Green Python are seriously injured because of me. And you, you are also seriously injured and unconscious now, and even your spiritual power has turned black.”

She touched the black mist above the jade lotus, her expression forlorn.

"Maybe I'm just a jinx, destined to bring misfortune to those who are good to me..."

A sharp bird call rang out, sounding both urging and threatening.

Wen Yan opened her eyes, her brimming with tears. She looked at him with reluctance, and though she mustered her courage, she only dared to lightly place a blood-stained kiss on his cheek, as light as a cloud drifting across the sky.

She reached out and stroked the alluring red mole on his neck one last time, her trembling red lips pressed against it, accompanied by fresh, hot tears.

"farewell."

She resolutely got up and stumbled out, ignoring Mo Zhu's outstretched finger.

Wen Xiaoyan is injured.

Mo Zhu was trapped in the mind by the old demon, watching Wen Yan's every move, feeling a lingering bitterness in his nose and a dull ache in his heart.

He remained silent, his dark eyes filled with bloodlust, and a hint of demonic energy surged forth.

Until a trembling kiss landed.

Mo Zhu released all his strength, his gaze calm yet mad as he let the demonic energy engulf him. He curled his lips into a wild and fearless smile.

"Boy, are you out of your mind?!" the old monster roared at him.

Ah, of course he values ​​his life.

only……

Mo Zhu lifted his eyelids, casually watching the rampaging demonic energy, and nonchalantly grabbed a wisp and swallowed it.

It's still uncertain who will live and who will die.

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Wen Yan calmly stepped out of the water curtain. The night was pitch black, and a blood moon hung in the treetops.

She looked up at the man holding the sword, her expression indifferent.

Everything strangely overlapped again.

"Let them go." The low voice was exceptionally clear in the silent night.

Xiao Yilin, who prided himself on his word, immediately released a snake and an eagle and replaced them with the Immortal Binding Lock.

Wen Yan silently calculated whether it was more likely to let them go and then self-destruct, or more likely to self-destruct and let them escape; the result was the same.

She laughed at herself, realizing she was still too weak.

Xiao Yilin lowered her head: "Open the magic array of the water curtain and let us in."

The tone brooks no room for argument.

Wen Yan paused for a moment, a dangerous emotion flashing in her eyes. She secretly sent a telepathic message to Sha Ying, instructing him to take Mo Zhu with him when he fled.

After explaining everything, she exhaled a deep breath and broke off a withered branch.

She loved and cherished swords, but unexpectedly, she died without a single sword in her hand.

"bring it on."

"If you want to activate this formation, then step over my corpse."

Xiao Yilin's expression shifted slightly, as if he had never imagined she would be so obstinate. After all, she was his former disciple, and he didn't want to drive her to the brink of extermination.

"Do you know that it contains demonic energy? Demons are the most vicious species in the world. They burn, kill, rob, and commit all kinds of evil deeds. All the suffering of the people in the world is caused by them."

Xiao Yilin spoke earnestly but acted aggressively, and in a moment her sword was pointed at Wen Yan's forehead.

"It's much better than you hypocritical scoundrels."

Wen Yan stepped forward half an inch, his forehead gradually approaching the tip of the sword, his eyes filled with a shocking pure hatred.

"You are all selfish, hypocritical, and biased, blindly following Bai Lingling's lead. My life is not my life, but hers is. If it were truly to save her, even if it meant killing someone, you would only say it was a worthy death. Why? Just because she is a woman..."

The surrounding area was silent, thunder roared, and a silvery-golden light grazed Wen Yan as it struck down.

A voice echoed in her mind: "The secrets of heaven must not be revealed."

Ah, truly a person of Heaven's will.

"Shut up!" Xiao Yilin's face turned ugly, and he looked ridiculous, as if someone had grabbed his braid and started jumping up and down: "Since you are so stubborn, then I have no choice but to act on behalf of Heaven."

Wen Yan secretly gathered his strength, concentrating a ball of spiritual energy in his palm, intending to inject it into his heart.

In a flash, a cold hand grasped hers, and a tall body pressed against her.

Wen Yan couldn't believe it. She blinked and stood there blankly, feeling as if she had been in another world in just a short moment.

Mo Zhu leaned forward and embraced her from behind, his movements casual and languid.

With just a slight glance, the berserk, upgraded version of Xiao Yilin was overwhelmed and couldn't breathe.

Wen Yan's breathing became disordered; it was too close, too intense, so close that her breath sprayed onto her trembling skin, so intense that every wisp of spiritual energy enveloped her.

"Untie it and let me in."

Mo Zhu's warm, languid voice, close to her earlobe, was captivating.

"Sweetheart, Wen Xiaoyan, I don't want to hurt you."

So weird.

Wen Yan slowly released the restrictions on her meridians, and domineering spiritual power swept through her entire body, squeezing her already weak spiritual power into the corner, making her body full and swollen.

Mo Zhu lifted her hand, wiped away the soul power she had gathered, and gently pressed his index finger on her forehead, sending the energy back into her body: "You only have this much soul power, don't waste it."

He was never one to read the room, yet at this moment he had the leisure to ruffle her hair and coax her, saying, "Wen Xiaoyan, go play over there, your benefactor will avenge you."

Her voice was as soft as dewdrops on tender buds, and Wen Yan felt dizzy. Her steps as she left felt like walking on clouds, and the spiritual energy clung to her as she followed.

It feels so unreal.

Mo Zhu glanced at Xiao Yilin, snatched the Phoenix Sword with his bare hands, flicked the crimson blade with his slender fingertips, and said in a voice as cold as a venomous snake, "I heard you betrayed your master?"