Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

There was an autumn rain in the Wanmo Palace recently. The rain was drizzling and a bit chilly. In this misty rain, Yan Wenmo entered the Wanmo Palace.

Early this morning, Qiuyue, the steward of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, went to the farm and said that the Demon Lord wanted Yan Wenmo to go to the Ten Thousand Demons Palace to play chess with him.

Although Yan Wenmo didn't understand what the Demon Lord was up to, she still went for her own safety.

She was wearing a light green gown and holding a plain oil-paper umbrella, walking slowly along the long path leading to the Demon Lord's study.

Behind her, not too far away followed Jiang Wenbai, who was also holding an umbrella. He was wearing a black suit and looked smart and neat.

Jiang Wenbai looked at the green figure in front of him with worry in his eyes. Unlike before, perhaps it was because he had heard Xie Xiaofeng talk about the way the Demon Lord treated his enemies, so he looked at Yan Wenmo with worry.

After all, Xie Xiaofeng said that after the extreme pampering, there will be the extreme humiliation. Now, Yan Shisan seems to be favored, but it is just the appetizer of the Demon Lord. Her suffering is still to come.

Therefore, he was a little afraid. He was afraid that she would commit suicide because she could not bear it anymore, that she would degenerate and humble herself to please others, and that she would not be like herself and become an existence that she herself hated.

At this moment, he finally understood what Xiaoyaozi meant by working hard to improve his strength. If he was strong enough, Thirteen would not have to suffer such humiliation, and would not have lost his freedom.

Sure enough, strength is the main criterion for solving all troubles. Without strength, everything is empty talk.

When Yan Wenmo went to the study, the Demon Lord was lying on the couch, fiddling with the chess pieces in the chess pot. He looked lazy and indifferent, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Yan Wenmo handed the umbrella in his hand to the maid who came over to the side, then walked up to the Demon Lord and saluted:

"Your Excellency"

"sit down"

The Demon Lord didn't even glance at Yan Wenmo and said lazily:

"I'm bored, come play a game with me"

Seeing his indifferent expression, Yan Wenmo obediently sat opposite the Demon Lord, looked at the white pieces in the chess pot, pursed his lips, and said:

"Then... let's get started."

Seeing her speak, the Demon Lord nodded, took out a black piece from the chess jar and placed it on the chessboard. Yan Wenmo took a look and took out a white piece and placed it on the other side of the chessboard.

The two of them played chess faster and faster, almost to the point of double vision. Until finally, the Demon Lord frowned and looked at the criss-crossing and entangled chess pieces on the board. He hesitated and held the black piece in his hand, unwilling to put it down.

Seeing the Demon Lord hesitating, Yan Wenmo was not in a hurry. Instead, he took the tea handed to him by Jiang Wenbai and took a sip, looking at the other party leisurely.

As time went by, the Demon Lord played chess slower and slower. In the end, Yan Wenmo simply looked at the Demon Lord's hesitation, took out a plate of melon seeds from the system panel, and started to crack them slowly.

When it comes to playing chess, Yan Wenmo, as a lady from a prominent family, is naturally good at it. She is not afraid of losing because she has a system. Even if she cannot win in the end, the system will become her biggest backup and help her out.

Therefore, she was not afraid of not being able to defeat the Demon Lord, so her expression was as calm as usual.

But the Demon Lord couldn't do that. He came here to seek revenge. He couldn't tolerate losing to someone weaker than him, so he must win.

This winning can be in any aspect, such as money, power, calligraphy, painting, appearance, or even other aspects.

As long as he can beat the opponent, as long as he makes the opponent lose, as long as the opponent shows the slightest vulnerability, his vanity will be greatly satisfied.

Therefore, Yan Wenmo was fully prepared not to lose, just to let the Demon Lord experience what it means to be frustrated! What it means to be disappointed! What it means to defeat the enemy in the place where he is most proud!

So, as time went by, Yan Wenmo's expression remained calm, but the Demon Lord's expression began to become anxious. When playing chess, the most taboo is emotional instability. As a result, the Demon Lord lost the game, almost miserably.

The Demon Lord frowned, his expression extremely unhappy. He clenched the chess piece in his hand and said without hesitation:

"One more round"

Yan Wenmo didn't say much and started the next game directly. At the beginning, the Demon Lord was very aggressive and thought he had the victory in his grasp, but as time went on, he lost strength and was defeated again.

"One more round"

"One more round"

"One more round"

……

As time went by, the Demon Lord's expression changed from anxious to calm. He looked at the chessboard in front of him calmly, and his chess moves were not as decisive as at the beginning, but rather cautious.

Similarly, Yan Wenmo's expression never changed from beginning to end. She watched everything on the chessboard silently, without showing any emotion because of the temporary win or loss. As a result, she eventually won twenty games in a row.

"I surrender"

Extremely unwillingly, the Demon Lord put aside his arrogance and stubbornness and uttered these words.

Hearing him say this, Yan Wenmo did not become proud. Instead, he quietly packed up the chess pieces, as if he hadn't heard anything.

As the sky darkened and the autumn rain continued outside the window, Yan Wenmo stood up and was about to say goodbye when he heard the Demon Lord speak without letting anyone refuse:

"Rest in the Ten Thousand Demons Palace today and continue tomorrow"

Yan Wenmo heard the fighting spirit in his tone, saluted calmly and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Therefore, once again, Yan Wenmo returned to the small courtyard of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her relaxed expression, Jiang Wenbai couldn't help but ask:

"I thought you really had faith?!"

In response to Jiang Wenbai's complaints, Yan Wenmo glanced at him unhappily and argued:

"Of course I have confidence, but no matter what, he is still the Lord. It is difficult to defeat him, so I am a little nervous."

“It doesn’t matter if you lose.”

Jiang Wenbai suddenly said:

“In life, who can be sure that they will always win? So, it doesn’t matter if you lose.”

Yan Wenmo glanced at him, seeing the seriousness and gentleness in his eyes, chuckled, and said arrogantly:

"Of course I know I can't always win, but as long as the person I win is him, it doesn't matter who I lose to."

So, she doesn't care about winning or losing, she is targeting the Demon Lord. As long as she can defeat the Demon Lord, nothing else matters.

After a brief exchange, Jiang Wenbai rested in an empty room in the courtyard, while Yan Wenmo fell asleep late after reading the chess record in the middle of the night. She yawned, thinking about tomorrow's chess game, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Hopefully, the Demon Lord’s love for Weiqi will not last long, otherwise, she will have no choice but to let the system help her.

After all, writing Go is really too brain-intensive, and she should take this opportunity to give her brain a break.

But to her surprise, the Demon Lord actually sat quietly in the study room all night, and the reason was that he was reviewing where he lost in the game of chess today? !

As the daylight gradually brightened, Yan Wenmo, after finishing his breakfast, once again entered the study of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace and continued to play chess with the Demon Lord.

After staying up all night, the Demon Lord looked a little haggard, but his chess playing style had changed a lot.

He did not act swiftly as he did at the beginning, but instead took a steady and cautious approach. Yan Wenmo did not say much about his change and continued to play chess with him silently.

One game, one game, and another; lost, lost, and lost again.

The Demon Lord angrily flipped the chessboard in front of him away, and the black and white chess pieces fell to the ground. He looked at the mess in rage and walked away angrily, while Yan Wenmo calmly began to pick up the chess pieces.

Seeing Yan Wenmo picking up the chess pieces himself, Jiang Wenbai couldn't help but come over. But when the two of them had just set up the chessboard and placed the chess pots on both sides of the chessboard, Yan Wenmo suddenly said:

"Come on, let's play Gobang. It's very simple. You win if you can connect five pieces in a line."

Jiang Wenbai wanted to refuse, but seeing Yan Wenmo's expectant look, he couldn't help but sit down and play Go with her.

Although Jiang Wenbai always loses and looks like he is regretting his decision, his expression shows a hint of pampering that is easily noticeable.

After playing like this for a long time, when it was his turn to play chess again, an abrupt voice came out:

"upper left"

Yan Wenmo glanced at the Demon Lord who suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but smiled and reminded:

"Watching chess without saying a word... a true gentleman, Your Majesty, it would be better if you don't say too much!"

【Wenhou Small Theater】

The reporter handed the microphone to the Demon Lord:

"Excuse me, Demon Lord, what explanation do you have for the fact that you and Yan Wenmo lost 20 games in a row in chess?!"

The Demon Lord, who was crushing the chess pieces into powder one by one, patted the powder on his hands awkwardly and said stiffly:

"I didn't lose. I just gave in to her. How could I, such a wise and powerful person, lose to a pet?!"

Although you said that, can you please stop squeezing the chess piece? It's hard to believe that you are giving in to the other party with your gritting your teeth and furious expression? ! ! !