He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 96 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 19)

Is there any way to save them?

Wen Yan wiped away her increasingly numerous tears, her voice hoarse, almost pleading as she asked.

"Of course..." No.

Zhao Yu wanted to say no, but before she could even form the words, she suddenly lost her voice.

No, no?

He opened his mouth wide and shouted, but not a sound came out. He fiddled with it for a long time but still couldn't make a sound, and he froze on the spot.

Killing Eagle endured it all, then dragged Zhao Yu aside, intending to give him a good beating.

You dare to make Wen Yan cry?!

Good heavens, you just wait, eagle. If I don't beat you until you're begging for mercy, I'll change my surname to yours.

Why doesn't the green python come over and join the fun?

The three boisterous guys left, and time seemed to stand still. Whether it was an illusion or not, Wen Yan felt that the wind in the wilderness was blowing even harder.

The sky above the Demon Realm was covered by dark clouds, but unusually, there was a moon. However, the moon was different from the usual ones; it was blood red, and its blood-red halo pierced through layers of mist and shone down.

Peaceful and serene.

But Wen Yan's mind was in turmoil.

She felt she needed to calm down; the more critical the moment, the more important it was to remain calm.

But at this moment, his heart felt like it was stuffed with cotton, throbbing painfully, and his mind was completely occupied by the news that Mo Zhu only had five months left.

She seemed to have become an isolated island, and all her commands sank without a trace.

How can I calm myself down normally?

Practicing swordsmanship, yes, practicing swordsmanship helps maintain composure.

She fumbled at her waist, trembling as she reached for the sword, but her hand was enveloped by a warm hand as soon as it touched the hilt.

Mo Zhu hid the pale white hand behind his back and deliberately replaced it with a warm, fleshy hand.

"Ouch, Wen Xiaoyan, your hands are so cold..."

Wen Yan suddenly turned and lunged at him.

Mo Zhu stopped talking, his hands stiffening at his side. He raised them and lowered them repeatedly three or four times before silently letting them fall, allowing the trembling person in his arms to hold him tightly.

His eyes darkened for a moment, then returned to their clear state.

Her teasing voice was as clear and cheerful as ever: "Wen Xiaoyan, you really are still a little crybaby..."

Her response was Wen Yan crying loudly.

"Waaaaah... Mo... Mo Zhu, waaaah..."

She sobbed uncontrollably, her vision blurred, and her arms around his waist tightened and stiffened, as if this embrace was a final farewell.

"You, you mustn't..." Mo Zhu was unusually flustered. He patted her back stiffly with his fingers, unable to utter the teasing words he was about to say.

Wen Yan tugged at his sleeve to wipe her tears, and after wiping them away, she burst into tears again, the tears never seeming to stop flowing.

Mo Zhu gently pushed her away and silently wiped away her tears, a look of heartache appearing on his usually calm face.

Wen Yan pushed away his still warm hand, and her fingers groped behind him to grab the cold, bony hand. The moment she grasped it, she was frozen by the chill emanating from the bony hand.

She gripped those pale white knuckles with unwavering stubbornness, her voice hoarse: "I want this hand to wipe it."

Mo Zhu gave her a deep look.

After a long silence, he placed his finger bone under her eyes and wiped away her newly overflowing tears, feeling her body tremble slightly from the coldness of his finger bone.

He sighed: "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Wen Yan burst into tears, her eyes filled with sorrow.

She firmly covered all his finger bones, offering her smooth face to his cold palm.

She moved her lips, then broke down in tears, saying, "I don't want you to die."

A string in my heart has snapped.

All rationality and self-control were thrown to the back of their minds.

His long, drawn-out breaths were like the most distant lullaby in the sky. He just looked at her and then slowly moved closer, until his thin lips were only a centimeter away from hers, as if he was about to cover her lips in the next second.

Are you going to kiss me again?

The sound of sobbing exploded like thunder in his mind.

What did she say again?

Is it...

"You remembered?" His voice was low and hoarse, and the impulsive emotions in his eyes had subsided considerably.

"Hmm. I just remembered."

Mo Zhu remained silent for a long while, pondering whether to kiss her and then erase her memory of tonight, or not to kiss her...

Before he could make a choice, Wen Yan made the first move.

She kissed his cool lips and murmured, "Don't erase my memories this time. Even if you do, I'll find a way to remember them."

The tears that fell lingered between her lips and teeth.

It's not bitter, just a little hot and a little salty.

After a long while, Mo Zhu finally pulled away from her lips, and the two breathed softly and calmly.

"How did you know?"

Wen Yan didn't speak, but silently lifted her sleeve. The dark demonic energy clung tightly to her, and when she looked over from her sleeve, it shyly hid itself.

Mo Zhu's temples throbbed with veins, every touch of Wen Yan's demonic energy conveyed to him a soft, fragrant sensation with every single moment.

It was as if he did everything himself.

That wasn't all. Under his flushed face and burning gaze, Wen Yan slowly untied her waist belt, lifted her shirt, revealing a small section of her snow-white waist... and the layers of demonic energy piled up on it.

It was black with hints of red and pink, clinging tightly to her waistline and wrapping around her waist dimples.

"They told me."

Mo Zhu:! ! ! !

He spotted a small wisp of demonic energy tentatively reaching upwards, attempting to touch the soft, sweet peach!

He swiftly grabbed the small tuft of demonic energy and slapped it hard.

Even though your touch is my touch!

But this is completely different, okay?!

Mo Zhu angrily picked up the demonic energy clinging to Wen Yan's waist and threw it back into his own body. Then, with lightning speed, he pulled off her clothes, covering her waist completely.

"Ahem, they're a bit mischievous."

Mo Zhu coughed a few times, placing his fist under his chin, and then said, feigning calmness.

"No, I think they're cute."

Wen Yan poked the demonic energy on her arm, indicating that she liked it very much.

Mo Zhu's body trembled, as if the needle had struck him.

So, what do you want now?

The same question was passed back to Wen Yan like a football.

Mo Zhu: He was the one who asked first.

He glanced at Wen Yan, who was gently biting her lip, tears welling up in her eyes again, as if they would fall quickly if she heard an unsatisfactory answer.

Mo Zhu didn't want to tease her anymore.

He lowered his eyes and began to confront his heart, which seemed about to burst forth at any moment.

Actually... my heart has been burning with passion ever since I first saw her.

However, he had many concerns, and with so many concerns, he gradually began to consider retiring.

"You know, I only have five months left."

Wen Yan pouted, and was about to cry again in the next second.

She buried herself in his arms, stubbornly took his hand and wrapped it around her waist, then hugged him with a sense of peace.

The desolation in her eyes just wouldn't go away.

"I don't care, there's always a way. Even if there isn't, I will never betray myself, never betray my heart. I firmly choose the love I have right now."

"Tsk, all that fancy stuff. All you're saying is 'I love you,' right?"

Mo Zhu laughed, his chest vibrating slightly. Wen Yan blushed and buried her face in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years, yet he has never been as open-minded or willing to risk everything as a young girl.

Those old guys will laugh their heads off when they find out.

"So, I want to hear your answer."

"Yes, so is my heart, my little Daoist companion."