Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

When Yan Wenmo and Jiang Wenbai and their party arrived at the hall where the celebration banquet was held, the hall was already full of people. As soon as Yan Wenmo entered the hall, he noticed the curious, disgusted, sarcastic, or unfriendly gazes around him.

Because she was well prepared, Yan Wenmo was not afraid of the stage. She walked to an empty table with confidence. Before she sat down, she heard the Demon Lord sitting above her speak in an unhappy voice:

"Where are you going to sit?!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenmo knew that the other party wanted her to sit next to him. She had no choice but to walk to the highest point where the Demon Lord was.

As soon as she sat down, the Demon Lord easily grabbed her wrist, and then interlocked their fingers with each other with ease.

Yan Wenmo expressionlessly let the Demon Lord interlock his fingers with his, but his eyes looked around at all the people who had withdrawn their gazes because he was sitting next to the Demon Lord.

"A bunch of bullies who only care about the weak and fear the strong"

Yan Wenmo thought about it and picked up the fruits in the fruit plate on the table and started eating. These fruits were cut into small pieces and arranged into the shapes of animals, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

Yan Wenmo skillfully pierced a corner of the fruit piece with a fruit fork and nonchalantly stuffed a piece of apple into her mouth. The Demon Lord didn't even look at her, but looked at the empty seat below and frowned.

The empty seat belonged to Ling Yang, the leader of Wangu Hall. He was also the first person to attack the chief teacher of Hehuan Sect after being sent by the Demon Lord, and the protagonist of this banquet.

But as the protagonist, he was late, which seemed disrespectful. Therefore, when everyone saw the Demon Lord frowning, they began to whisper.

But before their whispers lasted long, Ling Yang, dressed in red with his abdominal muscles exposed, appeared in front of everyone. He walked to the center of the hall and clapped his hands. Then, a statue more than one meter high appeared in front of everyone.

The statue is made of rosewood and looks calm and majestic, and the figure carved in the statue is none other than the Demon Lord.

"Your Majesty, this red sandalwood was found by me in the secret room of the Hehuan Sect. I wanted to make a small thing out of it because I couldn't come back empty-handed. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me for my delay in coming back."

Ling Yang spoke in a reserved manner, as if this was really a trivial matter. The Demon Lord glanced at the statue and said calmly:

"You have a heart"

As he said this, he changed the subject and spoke directly:

"I have promised that the first person who breaks into the Hehuan Sect will be rewarded. Tell me, what do you want?!"

Ling Yang was waiting for the Demon Lord to say this, so he looked directly at Yan Wenmo, then pointed with his finger and said sincerely:

"Please give me the girl next to you."

It is very common in the Demon Cult for the Demon Lord to give his close friends to his subordinates. In order to win over his subordinates, some Demon Lords even give their concubines to their subordinates as a sign of favor. Therefore, Ling Yang's request is not out of the ordinary.

Yan Wenmo glanced at Ling Yang, put down the fruit fork in his hand, and said lazily:

"Are you sure you really want me?! Even if..."

At this point, she looked at Ling Yang with a half-smile and said:

"I'm a man?!"

At this point, the whole hall fell silent, and then burst into laughter of gloating. In the laughter, Ling Yang looked angry at Yan Wenmo, as if he didn't understand how the other party could say such a thing?! She was wearing women's clothes, not a woman, could she be a pervert?!

Last time, it was because of her that he was sent by the Demon Lord to attack the Hehuan Sect. If he had not been lucky enough, he would have died on the battlefield.

Therefore, his biggest goal today was to make Yan Wenmo his own, and then kill him easily. However, the other party seemed to have discovered his purpose, so he said this.

He originally thought that the Demon Lord would agree to this matter. After all, the matter of requesting a concubine for the Demon Lord had happened many times before, and in the end, those who made the request got what they wanted.

But the next second, he heard the extremely unhappy voice of the Demon Lord:

"He... is my pet. I won't give him away. I'll replace him with another one."

Hearing this, Ling Yang's face turned red and then white, and then white and then red again. After holding it in for a long while, he finally spoke:

"Then Miss Xiaofeng is also fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wenmo said lazily:

"Xie Xiaofeng is my bodyguard. If you want her, you have to get past me first."

Seeing Yan Wenmo interrupting again, the Demon Lord frowned unhappily and said concisely:

"I am not dead!"

Yan Wenmo glanced at him and said calmly:

“I saw it first”

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo with a warning look on his face, and Yan Wenmo glared back without any hesitation. Finally, the Demon Lord curled his lips in disdain and said:

"Change one"

No matter how slow he was, Ling Yang knew that this was the Demon Lord rejecting his request again.

You know, he was the first hero in capturing the Hehuan Sect's headquarters and the person who contributed the most in this battle, but His Majesty was so disrespectful to him just because of the woman next to him.

Silently clenching his fists, Ling Yang looked at Yan Wenmo with a gloomy expression, his eyes full of viciousness.

Yan Wenmo also looked down at him, his eyes full of contempt.

The two stared at each other for a long time before Ling Yang said word by word:

"I... don't... accept it"

In the Demon Sect, a place where status is determined by strength, the three words "I don't accept" are the most straightforward challenge.

The Demon Lord looked down at Ling Yang. Before he could speak, Yan Wenmo readily pulled out his interlocked hand and said with a half-smile:

"I don't accept it either"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and handed it directly to Jiang Wenbai. Jiang Wenbai looked at her in surprise and handed his Fen Yang Sword to the other party with some hesitation.

Yan Wenmo was seen walking down the platform slowly with the Fen Yang Sword in his hand. The sword spirit of the Fen Yang Sword muttered and cursed inside the sword body, and then, it was struck by a bolt of lightning from the system and apologized aggrievedly.

Yan Wenmo stepped down from the platform and drew out the Fen Yang Sword. He casually threw the scabbard to Jiang Wenbai behind him, then looked at Ling Yang opposite him and chuckled:

"please"

Seeing that she looked normal, Ling Yang flashed the spear in his hand and stabbed at Yan Wenmo without hesitation. Yan Wenmo blocked the spear flexibly.

The clanging sounds echoed throughout the entire hall. The Demon Lord looked at the fight lazily, but Jiang Wenbai looked worried.

In the hall, Yan Wenmo's red dress fluttered up and down like a blooming red flower, and Ling Yang's red dress rustled in the wind like a flame.

The tip of the spear approached Yan Wenmo again and again, but was easily resolved by Yan Wenmo. Finally, as if on purpose, the spear slipped out of his hand and flew directly towards Jiang Wenbai who was still standing on the platform.

Jiang Wenbai subconsciously tightened his scabbard and was about to attack, but in an instant, a red flame emerged from the Fen Yang Sword in Yan Wenmo's hand and directly blocked the spear flying towards Jiang Wenbai.

The spear stopped steadily in mid-air, as if frozen in time, and the flames also climbed up the spear body at this moment, burning quietly.

"It's just a fight, why hurt people?!"

As he spoke, Yan Wenmo made a move with his hand, and the spear broke free from the flames and flew to the floor in front of Ling Yang, revealing a spider-web-like gap.

Ling Yang looked at Yan Wenmo's calm face without changing his expression and sneered:

"What are you afraid of?!"

In response to Ling Yang's question, Yan Wenmo just glanced at him, and then said calmly:

"Sorry, I forgot that you demon cultivators never take human life seriously."

As she spoke, she tightened her grip on the Burning Sun Sword in her hand again, and then said seriously:

"please"

Ling Yang sneered and pulled out his gun again, but before he could do so, Yan Wenmo disappeared.

Almost like a ghost, Yan Wenmo appeared behind Ling Yang, and before he could react, he successfully hit his heart with a heart-breaking blow.

Almost instantly, the intense pain caused the spear in Ling Yang's hand to fall to the ground with a noise. Then, he covered his chest with his left hand, looking at Yan Wenmo in disbelief and embarrassment.

This sudden change made almost everyone in the hall look at Yan Wenmo in astonishment. Then, Yan Wenmo heard a sound of breaking wind, followed by a voice full of energy and murderous intent:

"How dare you bully my disciple?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a spear stabbed straight at Yan Wenmo. A cold light flashed in Yan Wenmo's eyes. He ignored Ling Yang beside him and blocked the attack of the old man with white hair and beard with the Fen Yang Sword in his hand.

The old man who suddenly appeared was Ling Yang's master, also the third elder of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, known as Wantu of the Demonic Spear.

Wan Tu's spear skills were more refined than Ling Yang's, so Yan Wenmo's blocking seemed a bit strenuous. Wan Tu protected Ling Yang behind him, looked at Yan Wenmo with a stern look, and shouted coldly:

"Who are you?! Why are you bullying my disciple?!"

Yan Wenmo curled his lips, but before he could speak, he heard the Demon Lord's nonchalant but warning voice from above:

"Have you had enough of the fuss?"