He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 82 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 5)

Mo Zhu took a few steps forward and then turned back.

"Go and find it."

Wen Yan looked at him with suspicion, trying her best to understand the meaning behind his words.

Does he want her to find him a suitable weapon?

Wen Yan was full of questions, and tentatively broke off a piece of dead wood and handed it to him.

Mo Zhu didn't answer.

Wen Yan urged, "Here you go, my benefactor. It's a weapon I just found."

Mo Zhu:......

Seeing that he didn't take it for a while, Wen Yan held it a little closer, and the rain-soaked, withered branch touched the back of his hand, feeling cool.

Mo Zhu was speechless at her stupidity.

Was that what he meant? He wanted her to find something to eat.

When a person is extremely speechless, they have no expression.

Mo Zhu pinched the withered branch between his two fingers, and with a slight exertion, the branch snapped with a crack.

He blew a bone whistle into the woods, and the killer eagle flew over.

Mo Zhu said to Ying, "Keep an eye on her."

Mo Zhu said to Wen Yan, "Keep an eye on it."

After saying that, it left, leaving the man and the bird staring at each other blankly.

Killing Eagle remembered its master's instructions and stared intently at Wen Yan with its bird eyes, making Wen Yan feel uneasy.

A short while later, Mo Zhu slowly walked back, followed by a large, green python with its forked tongue flicking out.

The green python was very intelligent. With a sweep of its tail, it cleared a space and then placed the antelope-toothed beast it was dragging in the middle.

The snake opens its mouth wide and spews out a burst of fire, and the whole roasted lamb, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, is ready.

It thoughtfully found a clean leaf, tore off the tenderest piece of lamb leg meat, and handed it to Mo Zhu, its majestic and imposing vertical pupils round and bright.

It exudes a sycophantic smell from the inside out.

Mo Zhu stepped back, clearly disgusted by its craftsmanship, and pointed at Wen Yan, saying, "Give it to her."

Wen Yan couldn't refuse, and holding a pile of half-cooked antelope meat, she didn't know where to start eating.

The meat of this antelope-toothed beast is so gamey.

Wen Yan looked at the meat and then at Mo Zhu, her beautiful eyes sparkling: "Do I really want to eat this?"

Mo Zhu returned an encouraging look: "That's right, good boy."

Wen Yan closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, bit off a piece of meat, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Um?

Wen Yan's pupils dilated, and she took another bite in disbelief.

This meat was surprisingly delicious!

I don't know what they put in it, but it's so tender and delicious, and it doesn't taste gamey at all.

Wen Yan ate in small bites, her cheeks puffed out, the comfort of the food making her happy.

Mo Zhu twitched his nose and smelled a sweet scent, like sweet plum wine, with a hint of plum blossoms adding to the aroma.

He likes this flavor.

So someone who had no regard for the boundaries between men and women approached and buried his head in her neck.

A sweet aroma wafted over, and Mo Zhu squinted his eyes in comfort.

Wen Yan stiffened her neck and shrank back, but the man grabbed her waist and said in a clear, hoarse voice, "Don't move."

Warm breath brushed against her sensitive skin like feathers, and the hand around her waist pulled her closer and closer.

Wen Yan was on high alert: This distance is too close!

The sweet scent on my neck was mixed with a hint of unripe citrus peel, which was astringent and unpleasant.

Mo Zhu was unhappy. He pressed his nose against his neck and searched around haphazardly. "Where did you hide the sweet plum wine?"

"Mo...Mo Zhu!" Wen Yan exclaimed, her waist arching forward and her body bending backward, her entire face flushed red, her voice trembling: "Don't...don't touch me..."

My benefactor! My grandmaster!

This is too intimate, she can't handle it!

Mo Zhu stopped what he was doing, glanced at her sideways, and asked in confusion, "Is it not allowed?"

An incredibly upright voice rang out.

"Of course not!"

Wen Yan's resolute demeanor piqued Mo Zhu's interest: "Why?"

Wen Yan racked her brains to explain: "This, this is a very intimate thing, it can only be done with one's partner."

"I see other people doing this all the time, don't they? They not only freeload, they also take advantage of it..."

Wen Yan: "They are partners."

"No, they have a transactional relationship."

Wen Yan:???

Mo Zhu said with some pride, "I saw the man give me money, but I didn't have any, so I traded food for it."

Wen Yan stared at him wide-eyed, incredulous.

Doesn't the Grandmaster have any common sense?

This is really hard to judge!

Wen Yan racked her brains for all the common sense she had left and told it all to Mo Zhu.

The other party nodded thoughtfully, let go, took a step back, and created a safe distance.

He really didn't know what she was talking about.

It should be said that he learned all his survival skills little by little through trial and error.

His dark eyes darkened, his unfathomable gaze sweeping over her. Mo Zhu leaned against the giant python and closed his eyes. A gentle breeze blew his loose hair, brushing against his face, casting a thin shadow beneath his light-colored eyelashes.

The air was eerily silent.

Wen Yan felt a little awkward: He seemed angry.

She was seriously injured and had nowhere to go. Her benefactor took her in, so she should try her best to comply with him.

Thinking it over, Wen Yan took a deep breath and carefully moved to his side. Just as her fair hand was about to touch the hem of his clothes, the man opened his eyes and said, "Go back after you've eaten your fill."

After speaking, he left first, the wind he stirred up lifting his purple robe, and the departing man quickly became a small black dot.

Wen Yan frowned.

She didn't know what he meant.

Should I go back to the tree hole or back to the sect?

Eagle tilted his head and saw Wen Yan still holding a piece of roasted meat and gnawing on it, looking at him with a disappointed expression. He nudged her, signaling her to come up.

Wen Yan jumped onto the bird's back, clutching the feathers on the eagle's head, ready to take off at any moment.

The huge eagle spread its wings and took flight, soon landing on a thick branch at the front of the tree hole.

Wen Yan stepped into the slightly cramped space again, and like all those who live under someone else's roof, she carefully observed the person who had taken her in.

She took a step closer, but the man didn't react, so she took another step, slowly moving to his side.

She glanced at him sideways before quickly looking down, like a child who had made a mistake, even though she didn't know what she had done wrong.

Neither of them spoke; the only sound in the stagnant air was the rustling of the giant beast passing by beneath the tree.

After standing there for a long time, Wen Yan got a little bored and stared blankly with her head down. In Mo Zhu's eyes, this looked like she was sad and heartbroken all by herself.

"Come here, give me a shoulder massage." A clear, husky voice drifted over.

Wen Yan obediently massaged his shoulders.

Mo Zhu glanced at her; her sleepy eyes were brimming with tears, as if they had been washed, making her look somewhat pitiful.

Are you crying?

Mo Zhu twitched his nose, casually yet purposefully searching for a bitter smell in the air. Only a faint fragrance lingered around his nose.

"Why do you smell so good?" the blunt master asked, completely lacking in emotional intelligence.

Wen Yan bent down and sniffed, but couldn't smell anything: "No."

The air became still again.

The grumpy, speechless, yet eager-to-talk-about grandmaster said: "Can't you say a little more?"

Her hand, which was massaging her shoulders, paused. Just like her, her voice was calm and elegant: "It's probably a natural body fragrance that I can't smell myself."

"Can my benefactor smell it?"

"Mmm," Mo Zhu replied lazily, propping his head up with his hand.

"Could my benefactor describe what this incense smells like?"

Mo Zhu carefully sensed the extremely faint fragrance surrounding him: "It's faint, with a hint of coldness, like..." He paused for a moment and then said, "Like a snow lotus covered with a thin layer of ice, cool and refreshing."

……

The two chatted back and forth like this until the sunset glowed red across the fields.

Looking at the beautiful scenery, Mo Zhu felt for the first time that the little servant was smarter than the silly eagle.

At least being able to talk can relieve fatigue.