He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 100 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 23)

Seeing this, Wen Yan didn't linger and sat down on the spot, intending to absorb the golden light.

Actually, she didn't need to absorb it. The scattered golden light in the air sensed her and moved closer to her, constantly crowding towards her.

He seemed incredibly eager to become one with her, as if he were the most enthusiastic person ever to do so.

She felt no pain whatsoever from the shattered bones and flesh that the Demon Lord suffered when absorbing the golden light.

Mo Zhu watched as the golden light was obediently absorbed and nodded in satisfaction.

The golden light is the cultivation power leaked when the demon core shatters; absorbing it can directly boost one's cultivation without any side effects.

He never expected that his own demon core would also be so fond of her. He glanced down at the increasingly volatile demonic energy...

I gave it a small slap.

He hasn't even gotten jealous yet, and you're already jealous?

The demonic energy pouted resentfully, I wonder who it learned it from.

It protested quietly. It was like Mo Zhu's other hand. Mo Zhu slapping it was like a normal person hitting their own left hand with their right. It was just a stupid thing to do.

But it dared not speak, only thought about it in its mind. However, it obviously forgot that its mind was Mo Zhu's mind, and Mo Zhu was so angry that he hit it again.

Wen Yan was surrounded by a warm halo, and her temperament became more and more peaceful and serene. Her unique coldness melted away, leaving only gentleness.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and met Mo Zhu's gaze. He seemed to be waking up suddenly from a dream, tilted his head to signal Wen Yan to follow, and left this desolate place.

"Aren't you going in?"

Wen Yan stood behind Mo Zhu, the night wind blowing against her face, a wind much gentler than when she flew.

Mo Zhu knew she was referring to the thing that lingered in her mind, and he smiled and said, "No, it's more fun to be chivalrous with someone."

Wen Yan glanced at him: "Are you really thinking of doing chivalrous deeds?"

"Isn't this what you want to do, to wrong someone?" Mo Zhu turned and patted her head.

Wen Yan had the illusion of being comforted like a child. She opened her mouth but didn't know how to express herself accurately, so she just tugged at his clothes and shut up.

Mo Zhu truly lived up to his reputation for chivalry; not a single word of it was untrue. In the past month, he had caught up with almost anyone he went around, and he had taken down at least dozens, if not hundreds, of villains.

He also liked to take her to crowded places, to teahouses to listen to operas and songs... they had a great time, but Wen Yan always felt that something was strange.

Like now.

Mo Zhu skillfully spread his hair around her, repeating the same words as yesterday in a gentle tone: "I'm going back to my senses now. If you're in danger, call me in your mind."

Wen Yan tilted her head and glanced at the lonely pillow beside her. She slowly pulled the covers over herself and pondered, "Is this what a normal couple is like?"

Doesn't the storybook say they slept in the same bed?

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it. That's fine too.

On a dark and windy night, a man climbed through a window and sneaked into the inn. He entered the inner room without any hindrance, but paused as he lifted the curtain.

"Who's there?"

The man turned around and saw the flickering candlelight. He breathed a sigh of relief, then looked down at the bed. Where was she?

The man was dumbfounded.

The next second, a thick, pungent smell of blood filled the entire space. Dense red mist, carrying bits of flesh, blocked every organ in his body. In an instant, all the blood vessels in his body swelled and burst, and thick liquid seeped into the mist.

Mo Zhu stood still, holding the person in his arms, his expression indifferent.

He put one arm around the sleeping Wen Yan, letting her sit on his arm, turned her head to rest against his side of his neck, and held her like a child.

The thick, sticky demonic energy returned to his body, and the moment it gathered, it instinctively distanced itself from Wen Yan, even though it could no longer suppress its restless desire.

Mo Zhu's demonic aura changed color from the moment he first killed someone.

He picked up the golden bead held aloft by demonic energy. The bead was only a quarter the size of a fingernail, like a tiny piece of broken glass, pitifully small.

He didn't look closely, picked it up and casually tossed it into his mouth to chew, his teeth grinding loudly, but his face remained surprisingly calm.

One bean a day to refresh and invigorate the mind.

The moment the golden pearl entered his throat, the blood mist around him intensified, and a strong stench of blood assaulted him.

Mo Zhu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and buried his face in Wen Yan's neck. A faint fragrance lingered around his nose. He endured it again and again, then opened his lips and bit the soft flesh of her neck.

He couldn't control himself anymore, staring at the obvious teeth marks and giving up in despair.

The demon core, tainted by the sins of killing, constantly craved blood, the surging flow of blood, and the fragile blood vessels buried beneath the skin.

He looked up and stared at Wen Yan's sleeping face in silence.

A deep sorrow welled up within him, and for the first time, he felt an intense, overwhelming hatred that seemed to want to devour his entire heart and lungs, swallowing even the last thread of sympathy.

Blood slid down his pale finger bones, turning a thick, dark red, and dripped onto the ground, shattering into tiny red plum blossoms.

His mind was filled with crazy thoughts, and the urge to kill grew stronger and stronger.

A crimson blood moon hung high in the pitch-black night sky, and the smell of blood wafted into our noses and mouths with its red glow.

His entire body looked as if he had just taken a bath in a pool of blood, frighteningly red, but the person he was holding in his arms seemed to be bathed in a soft light, unbelievably beautiful.

When two extremes collide, one of them will inevitably go mad first.

If you can't suppress it, just let go.