He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 83 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 6)

Wen Yan didn't ask Mo Zhu what "going back" meant; she assumed it meant he was staying.

Life in the tree hole is uneventful and unremarkable; here, the passage of time can be ignored.

After chatting for more than half a month, Wen Yan successfully encountered Mo Zhu's incredibly beautiful hair.

"Wen Xiaoyan, I want the half-up hairstyle today."

Wen Yan used her hands instead of a comb, and tied her gathered black hair with a green ribbon, making a beautiful flowing cloud knot, with half of her black hair hanging naturally down her back.

With the graceful bearing of a dragon and phoenix, their natural beauty is unparalleled.

Wen Yan was momentarily stunned by him, then pressed his shoulder and peered directly at him from behind.

"Mo Zhu."

"Hmm?" he replied casually, meeting her gaze without flinching.

An inexplicable magnetic field stirred up the atmosphere, and the two looked away from each other, only to meet again a second later.

Looking into those dark eyes, Wen Yan blurted out, as if possessed, "A woman only combs her hair for one man in her entire life."

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. He actually considered it seriously for a moment before saying, "Alright, your cooking is good, but..."

"I'm hungry." Wen Yan put her hand down from his shoulder, interrupting him, her voice urgent as if trying to hide something.

Mo Zhu raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing but without a trace of reproach: "This little servant is getting bolder and bolder. Alright, shall we have roasted rabbit today?"

"Rabbit meat doesn't taste good, I want to eat fish." Wen Yan deliberately retorted, pinching her skirt to observe his reaction.

Mo Zhu looked surprised, but readily agreed: "Then let's eat fish."

"I want to go to the northernmost lake."

The tree hole is at the southernmost point; it's at least half an hour away to the north.

"can."

Mo Zhu nodded indifferently.

"I want that red fruit from last time too."

The red berries were the ones he went to look for last time; they can only be found in the woods to the east.

She was testing his tolerance for her.

It would take at least an hour to fly from the south to the east and then to the north.

Sure enough, Mo Zhu frowned and stared at her: "You really want to eat it?"

Wen Yan swallowed hard and said firmly, "I want to."

“Didn’t you say last time that the red berries were sour and astringent?” Mo Zhu recalled, “You probably liked the green berries to the west the most.”

"Can I have both?" It was an almost rude request.

"What are you thinking about?" Mo Zhu ruffled her hair. "Eating these two together will give you diarrhea."

"Oh." Wen Yan lowered her head, her heart pounding erratically.

It tastes astringent again. What is Wen Xiaoyan thinking?

Mo Zhu glanced at Wen Yan, who was deep in thought, and assumed she was struggling with something. He said casually, "What are you struggling with? If you like them, just pick them all. Eat the red berries today and the green berries tomorrow."

Hmm? The slightly astringent taste is infused with a hint of sweetness.

Mo Zhu was suspicious, but didn't think too much about it. He simply put his arm around her waist and flew off, picking all the fruits one by one, before finally landing near North Lake.

He doesn't like to eat fish; you could say he's indifferent to all food.

However, Wen Xiaoyan's attempt to grill fish but ending up with a complete mess was quite amusing. A flash of exasperation quickly crossed her calm and composed face as she stubbornly picked up another fish and continued grilling.

"Pfft, Wen Xiaoyan, let this fish go, it's going to burn again."

Mo Zhu laughed out loud without any restraint.

Wen Yan's face turned red, and she glared at him angrily, but she was completely intimidating, even less so than a young beast.

"Are you really the aloof and cold senior sister of the Immortal Sword Sect, who can shatter ten thousand peaks with a single sword strike?"

"Mo Zhu!"

The little girl shouted his name, which was really disrespectful, but judging from her voice, she seemed to be getting annoyed.

"Yes, I'm here." Mo Zhu's lips curled up, his voice clear and bright.

He picked up the fish and casually grilled it. Soon the aroma of the grilled fish grew stronger. He naturally handed it to Wen Yan and then took the charred fish from her, slowly biting into it.

"The fish is burnt."

"It's alright. It's the little servant's first time baking it, so don't waste it."

Wen Yan stopped talking and ate the fish in small bites.

The water was silent, the firelight was fierce, and the handsome face reflected in the warm light lingered in my heart, never fading away.

It seems like things could stay this way.

Wen Yan looked up and saw a cold, crescent-shaped moon, and the Milky Way scattered across the pond like a jumbled mess.

The eagle had somehow surrounded the two of them, along with the green python, which looked at the small cluster of flames with disdain, flicking its tongue and slithering over to spew fire.

As a result, the fish in Wen Yan's hand burned again...

She looked at Mo Zhu.

The other person glanced at her and said, "Trying to mess with me again?"

Wen Yan silently fed the fish to Sha Ying, but was intercepted by Mo Zhu halfway and slowly nibbled on the fish meat.

He discovered that whenever he ate the fish she grilled, she would have a sweet, pleasant smell about her, which made him feel happy.

"Are we going home tonight?" Wen Yan asked casually, chewing on a piece of fish.

Home?

Does she call the tree hollow her home?

Mo Zhu's expression was complicated. He leaned against the green python with his eyes half-closed, and his voice was lazy: "I won't go back tonight. I'll take you to admire the moon."

The moon may not be full, but it is bright, and the moonlight pouring down is pure and flawless.

A beauty is seen under the moon, and the moon itself seems even more beautiful.

Mo Zhu withdrew his gaze.

The fire went out, and the two quietly admired the moon and fell asleep.

The next day, when Wen Yan woke up, she was already in the tree hole, on the bed that Mo Zhu occupied all to himself.

She propped herself up, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Her nose was terribly blocked, and her head throbbed as if she had been punched.

Wen Yan looked around but didn't see Mo Zhu. She had no choice but to lie down again, staring at the cave ceiling with her eyes open, and then drifted off to sleep again.

When I woke up again, I was covered with a purple robe.

"woke up?"

Mo Zhu has excellent senses; even with his eyes closed, he can immediately tell that she has woken up.

At this moment, he was wearing a black, wide-sleeved python robe, with the overlapping collar still wide open, and the wide sleeves piled up at the elbows revealing his jade-like forearms.

He likes to prop his head up and doze off.

Wen Yan touched the purple robe she was wearing; it was thicker than the one he was wearing.

"Wen Xiaoyan, you're too frail. You get hot just from a breeze by the lake. I made you my servant, but I'm the one who ends up taking care of you."

Mo Zhu looked at her with a smile, his tone teasing.

"My injury hasn't fully healed yet, and besides, you're hundreds of years older than me..."

"You've learned to talk back? Looks like it's nothing serious."

Mo Zhu finally left his pear wood carved chair and went to the bedside.

His hands were large enough to completely cover her forehead with room to spare, but they were cold, and the moment they touched her forehead, they made her shiver and want to pull away.

"Don't hide, let's see if you still have a fever."

Wen Yan lay down obediently, letting him touch her.

How did I get back?

"Nonsense, of course I carried it back." Mo Zhu didn't seem to care much.

Wen Yan's face flushed, and she turned her head to the side to ask, "Is it raining outside?"

Mo Zhu nodded, moved a chair over and sat down in front of the bed to talk to her.

"This is the first time it has rained in the two weeks since I arrived."

"Ah."

Mo Zhu lifted the bamboo curtain covering the entrance to the tree hole, and the sound of pattering rain could be heard. Outside the hole, everything was shrouded in mist, and the sky was dark.

The rain outside the cave intensified, and a sudden gust of wind arose, causing the tree hollow to tremble for a moment, but she was not worried.

Mo Zhu was still chatting with her casually.

He seemed to particularly enjoy talking, which was different from the impression he gave off, like a hidden spring surging beneath a cold, icy surface.

Nobody knows except her.