He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 110 My 23 Stories with My Grandmaster (33) (The End)

"What do you mean, 'wait'?"

Wen Yan didn't know what he meant, but she heard a loud voice from outside the courtyard: "I'm sorry to have bothered you today, but I will definitely pay you a visit another day."

After saying that, he packed his things and prepared to leave.

Wen Yan was so enraged by his shamelessness that she almost reflexively let go of Mo Zhu and went out to confront him.

Mo Zhu held onto the person tightly, his deep eyes looking at the released hand, his voice low and gloomy: "Abandoning me?"

No, she just wanted to go out and teach him a lesson, that's not it.

Wen Yan was speechless. "No, I just wanted to teach him a lesson."

As she was explaining, a furtive figure peered into the courtyard through the gate. Wen Yan turned her head to take a closer look, just missing Mo Zhu's hand that touched her face.

Wen Yan hadn't seen anything clearly yet, but felt that the person's figure was familiar and that she should know him. Then, her vision blurred, and she was forced to turn her head by having her chin pinched.

His pale fingers slid down his cheek, and he smiled enigmatically.

"Avoiding me?"

Wen Yan was shocked; things were getting more and more chaotic.

"No, there are..." people

Before she could finish speaking, she was pulled back by the neck and pressed against him, her bright red lips pressed against his cheek through the handkerchief.

He absolutely loved the feeling of having control over her.

Wen Yan subconsciously pushed him away, supporting herself on his shoulders. Feeling the demonic energy tightening around her waist, she felt both ashamed and agitated, and simply didn't have the courage to be intimate in front of others.

In addition, she felt that Mo Zhu was acting strangely today, and Cui Yuan's words, which were interrupted halfway through, combined with his reaction at the time, were all very strange.

"Mo, Mo Zhu."

After she pushed him away, he stopped moving and just stared at her quietly, his eyes growing increasingly dark.

Wen Yan's heart trembled. She reached out and covered the eyes that made her heart race, her breathing erratic: "Go, go inside."

Mo Zhu gradually adjusted to the darkness before him and smiled casually: "So Yan Yan likes this."

After saying that, he put his arm around her and turned her into the room, his tall body blocking her way completely.

A few rays of the setting sun pierced through the paper window in the dimly lit room, falling on the bed, creating an atmosphere that was both obscure and taboo.

The door creaked shut slowly, and the light and shadow behind it gradually faded away, revealing a completely sealed, dimly lit space.

Wen Yan was a little nervous, and this nervousness reached its peak when he pinned her against the door, her heart pounding like a deer.

Even though she had actively covered his eyes, she was still in a passive position.

The wooden door behind me was warm, the person on top of me was warm... and my lips were warm too.

only!

“Ink, ink islet, square scarf… take off the square scarf.”

Wen Yan was breathing unevenly, and the hand covering his eyes was weak and limp, requiring him to support it to continue covering them.

This person, for some unknown reason, didn't even remove his handkerchief, and kissed passionately through the thin veil.

With a thin, moist, and erotic veil between her lips, Wen Yan felt herself burning up again.

She barely opened her eyes, her hazy, watery eyes misty, looking like she had been bullied terribly.

She gave up covering his eyes and, with trembling hands, reached out to remove his handkerchief, enduring his burning gaze.

I put this scarf on him myself.

Her heart trembled when her fingertips touched the water stains on the handkerchief. She turned and tossed it aside, letting it fall onto the inkstone slab.

Then she tried to raise her hand to cover his eyes, but he grabbed hers instead.

She couldn't understand how the person who had just been so weak and seemed about to die could have picked her up with one hand and placed her on the bed.

I can't understand why the bed shakes so much, sometimes like a lone sail on a vast ocean, sometimes like a small boat in a rapid current.

She only vaguely remembered that Mo Zhu whispered in his ear to coax him. He had never been so gentle and patient before, so she nodded in a daze.

For a moment, the world spun around her, and she lowered her head, merging into a pair of lustful eyes…

Beads of sweat glistened, and her hair was disheveled and lush.

The night was long.

*

Bai Lingling is in great pain. Recently, she regained a piece of her memory. She was the beloved disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect Master, the junior sister he cherished dearly.

So, Zhao Yan was lying to her all along, right?

She had felt resentment, complaints, and pain, but in the end, all her resentment and grievances turned into a sigh of regret, which remained on that low grave.

She didn't even know if the pieces of flesh in the grave were his.

"Lingling."

Xiao Yilin felt a pang of pity; after all, she was his disciple, someone he had genuinely cared for.

Bai Lingling looked up in confusion and weakly called him Master.

His expression was more haggard than he had ever seen before.

Xiao Yilin was heartbroken but powerless. He realized it too late, and his beloved was taken away and fell in love with someone else.

He originally thought that falling in love with her was the most foolish thing he had ever done since he lost his memory, but unexpectedly, in just three months, he also fell in love with her.

Xiao Yilin gently held Bai Lingling, sniffed her hair, and softly promised, "I will definitely protect you."

Bai Lingling nodded, tears of sorrow streaming down her face.

Both were men she truly loved; one was gone forever, the other was right before her eyes.

Even God is forcing her to make a choice.

There's really nothing to hesitate about. The person is gone, so let's focus on the people in front of us.

Bai Lingling nodded gently, willingly binding herself to him like a dodder vine.

"Do you believe me?" Xiao Yilin asked softly.

"Yes, I believe you," Bai Lingling gently reassured her.

"Since you trust me, I will definitely protect you."

Xiao Yilin's eyes were firm. He didn't pursue who killed the Demon Palace elder. Exorcising demons was the duty of righteous cultivators.

If not a single demon is subdued, the people will suffer for a single day; if not a single monster is eliminated, the people will suffer for a lifetime.

Let him be the vanguard.

The war between immortals and demons has officially begun. Within the sect's demonic realm, corpses lie strewn everywhere, and piles of flesh and blood are everywhere, just like in that dream.

only……

Mo Zhu looked down at the person supporting him, raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Wen Xiaoyan, I'm not that weak."

"Have you forgotten the time you fainted on me?"

At this, Mo Zhu's face darkened, he buried his head in her neck, took a bite of her soft flesh, and gently sucked on it.

"Stop fooling around," Wen Yan patted the back of his head, looking helpless.

I don't know who spoiled him with this habit of biting people all the time.

"pain?"

"It doesn't hurt, but..."

"That's okay."

Mo Zhu abruptly ended the conversation, then scooted down to the softest spot, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Life couldn't be more comfortable.

Apart from……

"Bang bang bang."

The familiar knocking sounded, and Mo Zhu's face instantly darkened. He stopped pretending to be weak and his soft bones instantly transformed into a strong and powerful diamond. He went out to beat Cui Yuan away.

"Brother, this is a small gift from your younger brother. I hope you will accept it."

Cui Yuan looked eager; ever since that person witnessed Mo Zhu's actions, he had changed his mind.

With a smile and an earnest expression, Cui Yuan said, "This is my eighteenth visit..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door closed from the inside. Cui Yuan, with lightning speed, squeezed in and shouted, "Brother, brother, I have a great gift for you, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Mo Zhu wasn't interested. He tightened his grip and almost crushed the person into a pulp.

“Brother! This is truly a fine item. I will accept it this once. If you are not satisfied, I will never bother you again.”

Cui Yuan was still shouting, his howling making Wen Yan's lips twitch. How could this person collapse so quickly?

Didn't he insist on marrying her just a few days ago?

They turned around and immediately started praising Mo Zhu?

She looked at Mo Zhu's face; the dark lines had faded considerably, but his bone structure remained stunning. Compared to his previous aloof and wicked air, he now possessed a more down-to-earth quality.

He raised an eyebrow, released his fingers, and Cui Yuan slammed straight down in front of him.

At this point, Cui Yuan no longer cared about saving face. Opportunities are given by people, not by saving face.

"Brother, please listen more closely..."

Cui Yuan whispered that Wen Yan initially listened with great interest, until later...

"Shut up!" Wen Yan's face flushed red. She raised her sword to chop down that scoundrel Cui Yuan. How... how could he teach Mo Zhu these things?!

Mo Zhu casually put his arm around her, slowly stroking her back, smiling as he watched her face turn bright red. He even pinched it with some interest; it was soft and smooth, and felt quite nice to the touch.

As for Cui Yuan, Mo Zhu's expression darkened for a moment. He turned and gave him a meaningful look, deciding whether to keep him or not after a trial period.

Cui Yuan, an illegitimate son, had grown up in such difficult circumstances, so his ability to read people was exceptional, and he decisively took his leave.

Seeing this, Wen Yan glared at him, "Don't listen to him. You've only just reconstructed your physical body a few days ago, so you mustn't do what others do."

Mo Zhu nodded good-naturedly, the faint lines on his cheeks swaying slightly with his movements.

He bent down and gently placed his palm on her head, making a firm promise that he would absolutely not listen or do it.

Wen Yan believed it.

When the man came back to her at night, the tears she had been holding back for so long finally flowed out. Her eyes were red from crying, but Mo Zhu didn't soften his heart at all.

On the contrary, they became even more excited.

"Yan Yan, be good."

The gentle coaxing continued, the bed continued to rise and fall, and the slow sobbing never stopped.

The heavier the dew, the stronger the spring feelings.

Wen Yan barely managed to pull the brocade quilt over herself for a moment, but it was quickly pulled away again.

"Mo...Zhu!"

"Yes, I'm here." Her voice was as gentle as water.

The broken sounds were swallowed down the throat...

*

"Brother?"

Cui Yuan came again the next day, and this time Mo Zhu didn't block the door.

Cui Yuan understood, straightened his clothes with tears in his eyes, and walked in openly and honestly.

He finally walked rightfully and rightfully toward a bright future...

Many tens of millions of years later.

Wen Yan finally closed her eyes, and she and Mo Zhu lay eternally asleep on that snowy night.

The entire Tianyuan Kingdom mourned, and statues of the two were added to the ancient temple of their founding emperor, Cui Yuan, to commemorate the true gods who had protected them for tens of millions of years.

From then on, fallen leaves returned to their roots, and wind and snow returned to the mountains; there were no more immortals or gods in the world.