Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

At this moment, the warm but slightly calloused hand touched her cheek. The Demon Lord wiped the blood off her face and asked gently:

"Are you scared?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at the face of the Demon Lord beside him and studied it carefully for a long time, as if he was studying a monster, or perhaps he wanted to see if he really had any intentions.

Maybe not, or maybe, his heart has long been filled with tyranny, without a trace of emotion.

"no"

Yan Wenmo lowered his eyes and said softly:

"no"

This sudden change seemed like an insignificant episode, and soon the entire banquet hall became lively again.

The servants hurriedly replaced the bloody food and the food tray, and then brought out new food and placed it on the tray. They did it so skillfully, as if this scene happened often.

Even the bloodstains on Yan Wenmo's body and face were removed by the Demon Lord's magic.

Logically, she should be clean, but inexplicably, she always smelled a strong smell of blood. This smell of blood lingered for a long time, as if it was imprinted in her brain.

"I don't feel well, I want to go out for some fresh air"

Yan Wenmo did not look at the Demon Lord with a slightly apologetic look. Instead, he lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice:

"May I?!"

The Demon Lord looked at her for a long time, then loosened his fingers that were clasped with hers. Yan Wenmo nodded, then stood up and left the hall.

There was a cool breeze outside, blowing away the lingering smell of blood that Yan Wenmo had always thought of. She walked forward slowly, and then faster and faster, until finally, she was almost running.

She ran to the hot spring pool in the Wanmo Palace and jumped in without hesitation. The warm pool water soaked her clothes and her body.

Extremely anxious, she hurriedly washed the dust and dirt from her face, body, and even clothes. She washed over and over again, and when she was almost exhausted, she slumped down by the hot spring pool, staring blankly at the full moon in the water.

Her wet hair was dripping with water. She was wearing a soaked inner garment. She sat there in a mess, her arms folded, and curled up into a ball.

When the Demon Lord came in, he saw Yan Wenmo sitting on the stone platform beside the hot spring pool. Her clothes were soaked in the water. He didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but it should have been a long time.

He put his coat on Yan Wenmo in a very casual manner, then squatted down, looked at Yan Wenmo's bewildered look, and asked in a low voice:

"That scared you, didn't it?!"

Yan Wenmo didn't say anything, but just turned his head away silently, not wanting to look at him.

The Demon Lord forcibly reached out and held her face, forcing her to look into his eyes, and said nervously:

"Thirteen, you saw it too. She wanted me to die. She was the first to attack me. If I didn't fight back, I would be the one to die. This... are you blaming me too?!"

Yan Wenmo was silent. She dodged and shrank. She tried to resist his approach, but everything around her was filled with his scent. She had no way to avoid it. No way to hide.

Seeing that she was trying to hide, the Demon Lord subconsciously stretched out his hand, but before he got close, Yan Wenmo moved backwards as if frightened.

Almost in anger, the Demon Lord grabbed her wrist and couldn't help but ask:

"You want me to die too?! You want me to die too, right?! I know, I know everything. Yan Shisan, why do you not know how to be grateful after enjoying my kindness?! Why do you think that I can tolerate all your tempers?!"

Yan Wenmo did not answer his question. Her face was pale. She just looked at the person in front of her with sad and sorrowful eyes, and the tears in her eyes were about to fall.

She tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes, but they still fell.

She was miserable, resentful, sad, and almost broken, and this was clearly seen in the eyes of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord tried to wipe away her tears in panic, but he found that the owner of the tears closed her eyes in pain, and then choked up and said:

"Let me go, please?! Let me out of here"

As she spoke, she opened her eyes, and looked at the Demon Lord with those bright eyes full of hope and pleading, eager for him to agree to her request, but the Demon Lord did not speak.

Gradually, the light in her eyes dimmed little by little until it went out. She lowered her eyes and couldn't help but asked in a low voice:

"Why me?! Why does it have to be me?! Why do I have to stay in this place?!"

As she spoke, she pounded the stone platform feebly, almost collapsing and asking hysterically:

"What did I do wrong?! I didn't do anything wrong! I obviously didn't do anything wrong! Why did it have to be me?! Why am I the one who gets hurt?!"

The Demon Lord didn't know how to answer her sobbing questions. He clumsily pressed Yan Wenmo into his arms, restraining her struggles and comforting her in a low voice:

"You are right, Thirteen, you are right, it is my fault, I shouldn't have done it in front of you, it is my fault, I scared you, didn't I, did I?!"

Yan Wenmo tried hard to break free from this disgusting embrace, but he held her tighter and tighter. In the almost suffocating embrace, Yan Wenmo used all her strength to push the other person away.

She gasped in panic, her eyes red as she looked at the helpless Demon Lord in front of her, and suddenly she chuckled, and then started laughing, laughing wildly, laughing madly, laughing crazily, laughing sadly and desperately.

"Scared?! Haha, it's just murder, it's just death, it's not like I haven't seen it before, I'm just curious..."

As she spoke, she looked at the Demon Lord with tearful eyes and asked sarcastically:

"I'm just curious, do you have someone you care about?! Have you ever felt heartbroken for someone?! Have you ever been powerless and had to watch your loved ones leave you?! Have you ever seen a loved one die in front of you?!"

After saying this, she stood up with a sad smile and questioned the Demon Lord who was standing there without changing his expression:

"Do you have it?! Do you really have a heart?! If so, why are you so cold-blooded?! If not, why don't you kill me?! Just like you killed that dancer?! Why did you keep me?! Who am I a substitute for, who is she?! Who is the person you care about so much?! What is your purpose in keeping me?! Tell me!!"

The Demon Lord was silent. He looked at Yan Wenmo who had fallen into madness and chose to remain silent.

His silence was so abrupt at this moment that Yan Wenmo thought he would not get an answer, but he spoke. He looked at Yan Wenmo and spoke slowly:

"She is my wife, my lover, and the only person I care about in this world. I have watched her leave, and I have seen her slowly grow cold in my arms. I have a heart, I have love, and I have all the emotions that humans have, but I cannot let anyone hurt me recklessly just because I am a human being."

As he spoke, he looked at Yan Wenmo and raised his voice to ask:

"Shouldn't she be dead?! Shouldn't I have killed her? Must I be the one to die?! Am I really so evil?! Can't I have a reason to live?!"

At this point, he asked angrily:

"Do I have to stand here and calmly accept the assassination, betrayal, and hatred of others?! But why?! Why am I the only one who loses?! Why am I the only one who is betrayed?! Why do only others hate me?!"

In response to his anger and questioning, Yan Wenmo simply closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Then she looked at the Demon Lord with burning eyes and said bluntly:

"Just because you destroyed his sect, just because you killed her entire family, just because you are the culprit that caused all this injustice. You were betrayed, deceived, and used. You asked for it. Before you blame others, think about whether you are really innocent!"

【Wenhou Small Theater】

Pass the microphone to the demon

"Excuse me, how do you explain what you said to Yan Shisan: it's all your own fault?!"

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo viciously and said with gritted teeth:

"I am not wrong, it is the world that misunderstands me"