He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 101 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 24)

The Demon Realm, which had stood for millions of years, was completely reshuffled. That night, the moonlight was thick like blood, and the blood flowing on the ground was like mud mixed with glue, stirring up the remains.

Mo Zhu fought relentlessly, slaughtering half the city and reclaiming all the demon core fragments.

Everyone said he was insane, that he was killing indiscriminately like a mad dog while holding the unconscious woman in white.

Only he knew he had never been so lucid.

He held Wen Yan tightly, as if trying to meld her into his very blood and bones. He couldn't let her go, nor dared to let her go. Amidst the chaos of war, only his side offered a haven of peace.

His breathing was erratic, each breath disrupting the foul stench; he had shut off his sense of smell, gasping for breath like a dying fish…

In a daze, the person in his arms suddenly stopped breathing. He was shocked and his hand trembled as he checked their breath; it was icy cold.

"Don't don't..."

"Mo Zhu, wake up, can you hear me? What's wrong with you?"

The shouts grew more urgent with each one. Wen Yan held Mo Zhu's trembling, convulsing body, bewildered and helpless, not knowing what had happened.

"Wen Xiaoyan..."

"I'm here! I'm here! Mo Zhu, don't scare me."

She leaned closer to listen to his sleep-talking, and in a daze, she heard him calling her name, a heart-wrenching cry of pain.

Wen Yan was frantic, her fingers stiff as she pinched his philtrum, hoping the pain would wake him up.

"Wen Xiaoyan... Yanyan..."

Blood gushed from his philtrum, and droplets rolled down his cheek onto the parched, barren sand.

Mo Zhu's eyelashes trembled, and the next second they snapped open, his eyes lifeless.

Wen Yan patted his face, unsure whether he had truly woken up or had been invaded by some unknown creature.

Mo Zhu turned his head stiffly, staring silently at the person in front of him, his lifeless eyes terrifyingly still.

"What...what happened?"

Wen Yan swallowed hard, feeling inexplicably uneasy. Being stared at like that gave her a sense of fear that she was about to be tied up and dragged down to hell with him.

It's absurd enough that someone as carefree and easygoing as Mo Zhu would never drag her down to hell.

Wen Yan instantly dismissed the terrifying thought that had flashed through her mind and leaned closer to look at those lifeless eyes.

"You had a nightmare? Don't worry, it's all fake."

Mo Zhu stared at her, not wanting to blink, until a pair of warm hands covered his eyes, manually closing his eyelids and then manually opening them again.

She...was blinking for him?

After accumulating for many days, the madness that had been raging in his mind, which had been frantically challenging his sanity, collapsed like a leaky wall.

She really is as unique as ever. Can't he see that he wants to drag her down to hell with him?

Mo Zhu laughed, a wild, unrestrained laugh, his heart, bound with red thread, pounding harder and harder in his chest.

Wen Yan was somewhat bewildered and asked incredulously, "Are you really scared out of your wits??"

Mo Zhu sighed and tapped her head.

"Wen Xiaoyan, I'm perfectly fine."

"She didn't seem very lucid; she was both crying and laughing..."

Mo Zhu tilted his head: "I cried?"

Wen Yan nodded firmly, brushed her fingertip across his eyes, and presented her wet index finger to his eyes.

She really cried?

A crack appeared in Mo Zhu's expression.

"So, what kind of dream did you have? It scared you to tears?"

Wen Yan was very curious.

"They're just false illusions, so boring they're making my eyes water."

Mo Zhu said it casually.

“I heard you call me.” Wen Yan delivered the precise blow, hitting him right where it hurt: “It had to be excruciating, like it was really painful.”

Mo Zhu stopped talking, Mo Zhu didn't want to talk to anyone, Mo Zhu became withdrawn...

Wen Yan expressed her understanding and even offered words of comfort, though such comfort was largely unnecessary.

"The fact that you're screaming in so much pain probably means I'm dead, and you can't save me."

In the nightmare, the stubborn Mo Zhu, who held her and slaughtered the city, ultimately caused her to be killed by someone else: ...

"Everyone has their own destiny. If I really die, then it's my fate. Anyway, in the end, life is all for naught. At most, I'll be a little scared to walk the road to the underworld alone."

"Then you just stand by the roadside and wait for me."

Wen Yan was momentarily taken aback, unsure whether he was serious or just offering casual comfort.

Is this kind of confession, which sounds like a vow to die for each other, just said so lightly?

Looking at his indifferent and detached face, I was filled with a huge question.

Mo Zhu raised an eyebrow. "What, you don't believe me?"

Wen Yan nodded very honestly.

He shrugged and said helplessly, "I can't prove it right now..."

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Why don't you stab me a few times and see if I fight back?"

Wen Yan was devastated.

How did you connect these two things?

His thought process is truly quite unique.

Mo Zhu said with some regret, "If you're not going to put it into practice, then so be it."

Why do you seem to regret that I didn't stab you with my sword?

Mo Zhu glanced at the unconscious twins and the Wudao Demon Lord who had turned to dust, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Those old guys are in a real hurry; he's only been out wandering around for a few days and they've already sent people to find him here.

Perfect timing! Let's go to their lair and have some fun. I wonder if their tiny cultivation levels have improved at all in the past ten thousand years.

Before me lay the same desolate wilderness, a faint ray of light on the horizon signaling yet another cycle of the sun and moon.

The sparse sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, falling in sparse bursts, barely enough to make one see.

"Let's go."

Wen Yan walked behind him and consciously untied the sword and handed it to him, her meaning quite clear.

Mo Zhu said helplessly, "I am a wounded soldier."

"I don't care, you're not getting your soul back. What kind of person are you to leave me all alone out here..."

Wen Yan's voice grew softer and softer, but she simply moved her sword-wielding hand forward slightly.

Mo Zhu obediently took the sword, then chuckled and said, "Alright, alright."

The crystal-blue sword carried the two of them into the dark light of dawn breaking through the sky.

"By the way, when did I fall asleep?"

“I don’t know,” Wen Yan shook her head. “After I absorbed the golden light, I saw you collapse. Your lips were pale and you were sweating profusely. You looked just like someone from a nightmare… By the way, what kind of dream did you have?”

"I do not remember."

"Please, Mo Zhu! Tell me about it."

Mo Zhu coldly and righteously refused: "I really forgot."

"mean."

Seeing that she wouldn't budge no matter how much she pleaded, Wen Yan muttered something to herself.

Mo Zhu seized the opportunity to change the subject: "Aren't you going to ask us where we're going?"

"Why ask that? You have your own plans anyway."

Wen Yan wrapped her arms around his waist and moved closer to him, mimicking his indifferent expression.

Are you really angry?

Mo Zhu was a little curious and turned around to look at her, but after being punched by her, he gave up the idea, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Oops, he just got beaten up, didn't he?

I wasn't sure, so I tried again. Just as I turned my head back, I got punched in the shoulder. The force wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light either; it was barely a shoulder pound.

Then he felt the hands that were wrapped around his waist change to tugging at his clothes.

My heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, has my true energy gotten the better of me?

She seems to have only ever cried; this is the first time she's ever been angry. What should I do?

After thinking for a moment, Mo Zhu realized that he had no experience.

Forget it, let's search for twin memories and see how to handle this situation.

Mo Zhu calmly searched through Zhao Yan and Zhao Yu's memories, and looked pale after reading them.

Are you sure this will work?

He began to put it into practice, full of doubt...

Mo Zhu forcefully grabbed Wen Yan's hand, which she was trying to avoid, with one hand, then gracefully turned around and placed his other hand on her shoulder. With a strange expression, he said to the bewildered Wen Yan:

"baby."