He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 104 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 27)

"Husband, you haven't come back for so long. I thought... I thought you didn't want Lingling anymore."

Bai Ling felt wronged, tears welled up in her eyes, and she leaned against Zhao Yan's chest, accusing him.

Zhao Yan's heart softened completely, and he hugged the beautiful woman and coaxed her for a long time.

"My darling, it's all my fault. I've neglected you. I deserve to die..."

Bai Lingling visibly blushed.

Does she seem to have been appeased?

Mo Zhu didn't understand, but he respected.

"Disciple!"

A white-haired old Taoist priest rode the wind and charged straight at Zhao Yan, stopping just in front of the two of them.

He glanced at the two still embracing and frowned.

Before he could speak, Zhao Yan released his arms from Bai Lingling and bowed to him, saying, "Master, your disciple has returned."

The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Heaven has always disliked Lingling, especially after learning that she was a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, he repeatedly reprimanded her, leaving him caught in the middle and suffering greatly.

"Yes, Yan'er, those who achieve great things are not bound by petty love."

"Master's teachings are correct."

Bai Lingling felt a little wronged. She didn't understand why everyone liked her in front of the Demon Lord of Slaughter, but her husband's master disliked her.

Bai Lingling lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, and the tears she had been holding back were about to spill out again.

Zhao Yan felt sorry for his master and wanted to persuade him to be more lenient, but when he looked up and met the dark face of the Demon Lord of Slaughter, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Never mind, I'll just go back and coax her.

It's not difficult in the end.

"Lingling, you go first."

Bai Ling looked up in disbelief.

He actually let her leave?

Did he choose his master over her?

He doesn't love her anymore!

Waaah, fine, I'll go!

Bai Lingling lifted her skirt and ran away crying under Zhao Yan's hurt gaze.

The plump maidservant following behind was already used to this; it happened at least two or three times a day.

She's gotten so thin from running around.

Demon Lord of Slaughter: Calm down, calm down. This is my last disciple. My junior brother's soul is still in his body. I can't fight him.

He asked with a sour face, "So, what did you find out?"

"What to check?"

Zhao Yan was confused. Had his master asked him to do something?

"I didn't ask you, let your martial uncle come out."

Zhao Yan obediently closed his eyes, and after a while opened them, glancing at the Demon Lord of Slaughter.

His eyes were clear but foolish; he wasn't his junior brother.

“Uh, Master…” Zhao Yan hesitated, “It seems that my Uncle-Master hasn’t made a move.”

"Um?"

No response? Could it be that his junior brother is on him now?

He glanced at Zhao Yu, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and said to Zhao Yan, "Go check on him."

After observing carefully for a while, Zhao Yan shook his head at the Demon Lord of Slaughter.

The Demon Lord of Slaughter frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

He placed his hands in a mudra on the surface of the omens and prophecies.

"No! Of course there is!"

The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Heaven couldn't believe it, so he manipulated his demonic energy to search again and again.

He personally implanted his junior brother's soul into the two of them, using them to nourish his own soul. How could he not have it?

The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Heaven's eyes were bloodshot, and his demonic energy surged. He extended a wisp of divine consciousness and forcibly invaded the two people's brains to search for their memories.

"It's him!"

The Demon Lord who Slays Heaven cried out in alarm.

It is the descendant of the demon god who was sealed away ten thousand years ago.

"He has grown up to be so terrifying..." the Demon Lord of Slaughter muttered to himself.

"Heh, so what? You killed my junior brother. I don't care if you're a demon or a god. Once you step into my Demon Palace, I, Shitian, will surely drink your blood, skin you, and tear you to pieces!"

The Demon Lord of Slaughtering Heaven is furious, very furious, but now is not the time to be angry.

He withdrew his demonic energy, and carried the two unconscious men away, one in each hand.

Consumed by rage, he failed to notice the subtle ripples of Fengliu behind him.

Mo Zhu casually toyed with the sword in his hand. The crystal-blue Water Moon Sword emitted a dark light, spun once in the air, and was then sheathed.

Haha, that's interesting.

He originally intended to draw his sword and kill the man, but changed his mind at the last minute.

He wanted to see how this old fellow would eat flesh and drink blood.

"Mo Zhu, where is my sword?" Wen Yan asked, stepping on his heart.

"It's in my hands."

"You took my sword again!"

Mo Zhu touched his nose with his index finger: "...I already told you."

"I'll come out and talk to you. Never mind, you can come in. I don't want to go out."

Wen Yan stomped hard on the patch of soil beneath her feet.

A large question mark appeared above Mo Zhu's head.

Uh, is his soul that captivating?

Don't you want to come out anymore?

Mo Zhu flashed into the divine soul and was startled by the scene before him.

"This...this is my soul?"

He rarely stutters, and he was genuinely stunned.

Moreover, who can tell him when his soul, which was shrouded in darkness and constantly in a gray area, will have light again?

The vast sea was divided in two by a barrier of light, one half as bright as day and the other as dark as night.

He could even feel the sea breeze blowing through his hair.

This feeling is like someone built a bridge for a broken heart, creating a unique scene in the world.

He lowered his eyes and listened intently.

“Yes,” Wen Yan replied, naturally taking the Water Moon Sword from his waist.

"how did you do it?"

Mo Zhu stood there with a strange expression, glancing at the sky and then at her.

"Wait here, I'll demonstrate for you right now."

Wen Yan excitedly drew his sword, his lips moved slightly as he uttered something, and then the sword expanded a billion times, an astonishing blue light flashed, and his soul was as bright as day.

She covered Mo Zhu's eyes beforehand, leaving a small gap between her fingers so he could observe the dark clouds in the sky through it.

The dark clouds seemed to evaporate little by little, like mist!

"How did you do that?"

Mo Zhu was surprised. As he spoke, his warm breath fell on her soft palm, making her feel a tingling sensation.

"secret."

Wen Yan smiled slyly.

Although she couldn't do it herself, she had a sword spirit.

Blade & Soul said its name was something like... I think it was 233, what a weird name.

However, its method is effective.

Blue light critical strike plus a secret potion of sulfuric acid and something silver, I've never heard of it and can't remember.

After a long while, the blue light dissipated.

Mo Zhu gently took her hand and held it in his palm. A small patch of clouds on the horizon dispersed, which was insignificant compared to half the brightness of the sky.

She could only scatter a tiny bit at a time, which shows how long she had been working on it tirelessly these past few days, following Zhao Yan and Zhao Yu.

The hand in the palm is soft, and so is the heart, entangled with love.

"I can start planting seeds the next time you come in!"

Wen Yan's eyes sparkled, and her words were full of expectation.

Mo Zhu gently rubbed her head and smiled faintly.