Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Yan Wenmo forgot the last time he drank alcohol, maybe it was not long ago, maybe it was a long time ago.

She sat on the roof of the courtyard, looking at the nearly full moon, and silently poured the wine in the jar into her mouth.

Silently, Xie Xiaofeng sat next to her. Before she could speak, Yan Wenmo spoke up:

"My father is the head of the family and has to deal with many things every day, but he loves me very much. When I was a child, he would agree to any unreasonable request I made."

As she spoke, she took another sip of wine and muttered to herself:

"When I was seven years old, my cousin stole my things and beat me up. I ran to my father to complain, but he said, 'How can adults interfere in children's affairs? Your weakness is only temporary, not forever, so you have to work hard in secret to make yourself stronger so that you won't be bullied.'"

As he spoke, Yan Wenmo smiled bitterly, wiped his tears, and choked up:

"I didn't understand what it meant at that time! But my father said that there must be a reason for it. So, I practiced secretly while they were sleeping. Until the next time, when my cousin was about to steal my things, I beat him up so badly that he stayed in bed for half a year."

As she spoke, her tearful eyes sparkled with a hint of pride as she reminisced:

"Later, I understood why my father said to do it secretly, because if your efforts are too obvious, your enemies will also work hard. Therefore, you have to work hard in places where they can't see, so that they will misjudge your strength. Then, you can take advantage of their arrogance and defeat them in one fell swoop."

At this point, she collapsed, lowered her head, and choked up:

"But...but the Demon Lord is really strong. Even if I use all my strength today, I can't get within three feet of him. How hard should I try to really kill him and really avenge them?! I almost forgot, I almost forgot what they look like?! But, I still can't avenge myself"

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Yan Wenmo lovingly as she cried so hard that she couldn't help but pat her back. That day, Yan Wenmo cried all night, saying "I'm sorry" over and over again.

She sounded devastated and heartbroken, and for the first time she revealed her despair, anger, pain and sadness so clearly.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Yan Wenmo's collapsed appearance and thought of those people from the Body Strengthening Sect, and couldn't help but have tears in her eyes.

The dead are gone, no one can let go, those hatreds can only be washed away with blood, but...but my power is so weak, how can I defeat such a powerful enemy? ! How can I kill the enemies and avenge them? ! What should I do? !

At the same time, under the eaves, Jiang Wenbai and Zhao Wenlong were also drinking silently. After a long time, Zhao Wenlong patted Jiang Wenbai on the shoulder and said with a look of relief:

“There will be a way”

Jiang Wenbai nodded to himself, and then muttered absentmindedly:

“There will be a way”

……

I don’t know if it’s because Yan Wenmo’s boredom has lost the Demon Lord’s interest, so for nearly two months, the Demon Lord hasn’t come to see Yan Wenmo. Yan Wenmo is also happy to have some free time and continues to work hard in her career.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, Yan Wenmo suddenly had the urge to organize a Mid-Autumn Festival team-building activity for her employees. However, she received a long-awaited invitation, an invitation from the Demon Lord.

The gist of the invitation was to ask her to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet at the Wanmo Palace. She was silent for a long time, but finally decided to go.

After all, blessing comes first, and disaster cannot be avoided. It would be a good idea to go and see what the Demon Lord wants to do.

Since she has decided to go, she must bring someone with her. Recently, Jiang Wenbai, Xie Xiaofeng and Zhao Wenlong have been busy practicing, so it seems that she wants to choose someone else to go.

But she seemed to have thought too much, because just as she decided to choose someone, Jiang Wenbai volunteered to go with her. His eager look made Yan Wenmo seriously doubt whether this guy had forgotten the painful lesson from last time.

It was still a familiar place, still a familiar seat. Yan Wenmo, who thought she had fallen out of favor and could finally become a nobody, was ready to find a place to sit. But as soon as she entered the banquet hall, she saw the Demon Lord pointing at the seat next to her, his intention was extremely obvious.

There was no other choice, Yan Wenmo could only sit next to the Demon Lord again. She thought that her fall from favor might be delayed for a while.

The Demon Lord held Yan Wenmo's hand with ease and interlocked their fingers. Before, Yan Wenmo was wearing women's clothes, and the scene was quite harmonious, but now, she was wearing men's clothes, and the scene seemed a bit awkward.

But even though his subordinates looked at him frequently, the Demon Lord remained unmoved. Yan Wenmo silently ate the fruits on the plate, looking as if he wouldn't be bothered if he didn't see them.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet seemed to be the same as usual, lively and luxurious. Yan Wenmo looked at the women performing on the stage, not knowing whether he remembered something, and was a little absent-minded.

But at this moment, the Demon Lord held Yan Wenmo's hand tightly and said abruptly:

"Feed me some fruit."

He said it so naturally, as if it was supposed to be so. However, Yan Wenmo was still watching the performance in the center of the hall. I wonder if he didn't hear what the Demon Lord said.

The whole hall was filled with the sounds of singing and dancing, with soft music.

The next moment, something unexpected happened. It was not known whether the original dancer was replaced by someone else, or whether the dancer wanted to take the opportunity to assassinate the Demon Lord. When the Demon Lord wanted to approach Yan Wenmo, the dancer who was originally dancing, holding a dagger, rushed towards the Demon Lord regardless of anything.

Perhaps the Demon Lord's subordinates had great confidence in their master, or perhaps the dancer was so fast that no one stepped forward to stop her for a moment.

The dancer ran to the Demon Lord at an extremely fast speed, took out the dagger hidden at her waist without hesitation, and stabbed at the Demon Lord.

At this time, the Demon Lord was very close to Yan Wenmo's ear, almost touching it, but Yan Wenmo's eyes were attracted by the dancer coming towards him.

Therefore, before the Demon Lord could even open his mouth, the shining dagger pierced his heart without hesitation.

With ease, the Demon Lord stretched out his hand, and his hand easily pierced the woman's lower abdomen, causing the woman to groan in pain.

Because of this muffled groan, the woman, who originally had a face full of hatred, showed a look of pain, and then spat out a mouthful of blood. Her dress was instantly stained red with blood.

Blood spurted out of her mouth and splashed everywhere, whether it was on the food table, on the vegetables, even Yan Wenmo and Mo Zun's faces and clothes were stained with blood.

The blood was warm and hot, almost scalding. Yan Wenmo stared at the woman with a painful look on her face so close to him, and was completely shocked.

She stared at the woman's beautiful face, watched her slightly twitching face, watched her breathing weaken little by little, her face turned pale, and the dagger in her hand fell powerlessly, making a crisp sound.

Then, she was thrown to the floor of the hall by the Demon Lord like garbage, uttering a dull whine. Her body was twisted in an extremely strange way, and her face was full of unwillingness and determination.

The Demon Lord casually took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face, then spoke indifferently and calmly:

"All of them will be beaten to death and fed to the dogs"

This change happened so quickly and suddenly that by the time everyone came to their senses, the entire hall was already in chaos.

When the guards in charge heard the Demon Lord's order, they rushed into the room expressionlessly, covered the mouths of the dancers who had come to their senses, knelt down to beg for mercy and cried bitterly, and dragged them out. They were simple and rough, without any mercy at all.

Also dragged away was the lifeless dancer. Yan Wenmo stared at the body being dragged away, unable to recover for a long time.

She is so brave! So resolute! So selfless!!!

It is stupid to do something knowing that it is impossible, it is self-righteous, and it is not knowing how to bide one's time. But really - I envy her so much.

【Wenhou Small Theater】

The microphone was handed to the Demon Lord:

"Do you have any explanation for the dancer's assassination of you?!"

The Demon Lord, who was wiping the blood off his body, raised his eyes in surprise and asked:

"Dancer?! What dancer?! I didn't see any dancer?!"

Then he said to his executioners:

"Hurry up, don't delay my Mid-Autumn Festival banquet."