Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Yan Wenmo's words were calm and hurtful. The Demon Lord stared at Yan Wenmo for a long time, and then he seemed to have just come back to his senses from his fantasy. He said indifferently:

"You are not her, she would not say this about me."

Yan Wenmo did not comment on this. She gently put down the Demon Lord's coat, folded it, and put it aside.

She went down to the hot spring pool and fished out her clothes without saying a word, and said calmly:

"Of course I am not her, I am myself"

As she said this, she put the soaked clothes back into the system space, then stood up, returned to the stone platform, put on new clothes, and said coldly:

"But justice is in the heart. Do you think she will really love you if she knows what you have done? Falling in love with someone whose hands are stained with blood..."

Before Yan Wenmo could utter the word "executioner", the furious Demon Lord easily grabbed his throat and threw him to the ground.

The back of her head hit the ground with a loud noise, which made Yan Wenmo dizzy, and the strangulation on her neck made it difficult for her to breathe.

The Demon Lord looked at her struggling in his hands with indifference, as if he was looking at an ant, with contempt and cruelty in his eyes.

"If you don't want the tongue anymore, I can help you. Don't try to be clever. She loves me, so naturally she loves everything about me, not..."

As he spoke, he applied a little force with his fingers, and Yan Wenmo's eyes rolled up slightly. Her face turned red, and then turned slightly purple.

This nearly suffocated her for several minutes. After Yan Wenmo was no longer able to struggle, the Demon Lord released his hand that was pinching Yan Wenmo's neck. He looked at Yan Wenmo lying on the ground gasping for breath, and his expression became increasingly cold.

Due to long-term lack of oxygen, Yan Wenmo collapsed to the ground, exhausted all over, like a soft rag doll. Her mouth was wide open, her breathing became rapid, and even her eyes became dull due to long-term lack of oxygen.

The Demon Lord looked at the person lying on the ground, not knowing whether she was dead or alive, stretched out his hand to pinch her jaw, and warned:

"Don't forget your identity. What should you say? What shouldn't you say? Remember this to me. If you still don't learn your lesson, I can make you shut up completely."

Yan Wenmo had barely regained some consciousness at this time. She looked at the Demon Lord with indifference and disgust, and did not say a word.

After saying these words, the Demon Lord left with big strides.

Not long after the Demon Lord left, Jiang Wenbai, who had hurried over, found Yan Wenmo. He searched almost the entire Ten Thousand Demon Sect before he found him on the stone platform of the hot spring pool.

At this time, Yan Wenmo had just recovered some strength and was struggling to stand up. There was a conspicuous purple scar on her neck. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what she had been through.

When we come, we are happy; when we leave, we are silent.

Jiang Wenbai frowned and looked at Yan Wenmo who was silent beside him. After hesitating for a long time, he asked hesitantly:

"Your injury?!"

“No problem”

Yan Wenmo said in a hoarse voice:

“It just annoys him.”

Her tone was extremely calm. Thinking of another trivial matter, Jiang Wenbai frowned, looked at her disapprovingly and said:

"Why did you make him angry again?! You knew he..."

But before he could finish his words, he saw Yan Wenmo looking at him sharply and said coldly:

"So, you also agree with him killing people at will?! If so, you can shut up now."

Jiang Wenbai suddenly understood what Yan Wenmo meant and said in a low voice:

"I didn't, I was just worried you'd get hurt."

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo did not say anything more, but turned his head away, pretending not to hear what he said. Jiang Wenbai took out a box of plaster from his Qiankun bag, handed it to Yan Wenmo and said:

"Apply the medicine quickly. If you don't, they will be worried when they see you."

"Can't get rid of it"

Yan Wenmo answered coldly. Her expression did not change at all. She continued indifferently:

"This is a warning. Don't meddle in other people's business after I'm warned."

After hearing her say that it was useless, Jiang Wenbai could only silently take back the ointment box he handed over, and his expression became heavy.

But Yan Wenmo took out a white silk scarf with red prints from the system space and tied it around his neck, just covering the mark, as if it was an unintentional cover-up.

Jiang Wenbai looked at her in surprise, but she acted as if nothing had happened. She walked out of the Wanmo Palace without changing her expression and headed towards the farm.

I don’t know if it’s because the scarf is too fancy or her outfit is too shocking, but from time to time people look at her with curious eyes, either openly or furtively.

She was quite calm and ignored all those looks, but for some reason, Jiang Wenbai looked lonely and powerless with a hint of anger.

"That was such a cruel move, I almost died!!"

While holding up the mirror in his hand and looking at the black and purple hand marks on his neck, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but complain to himself:

"It seems that I should stay as far away from this pervert as possible in the future."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the usually silent system suddenly spoke:

[Host, I know you can't control your emotions today, but you can't shake the Demon Lord at all. So, next time, before you act on impulse, please consider... your life first.]

Seeing the system warning him, Yan Wenmo put down the mirror in his hand with an unhappy look on his face and sneered:

"System, I have always respected your advice and followed your decisions, but I can't stand by and watch the superiors take other people's lives at will."

Seeing Yan Wenmo's insistence, the system couldn't help but advise earnestly:

[Host, I know you don't like others to arbitrarily decide other people's lives, but there are so many unfair things in this world, how many of them can you care about? ! ]

In response to the system's question, Yan Wenmo said stubbornly and obstinately:

"I know that I am weak and can only do so little. But I promise that even if it happens again, I will never remain indifferent to it. I despise and will never follow the behavior of those who dispose of other people's lives arbitrarily and disrespect life because of their power."

Yan Wenmo's words were so passionate that the system was speechless. It was silent for a long time before it resigned itself to its fate and said:

【okay, I get it】

As it spoke, it automatically exchanged a blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing plaster from the control panel, and then said helplessly to Yan Wenmo:

[Before that, please apply some medicine first. The mark on your neck is really ugly. It doesn't look like the host I chose at all.]

Yan Wenmo stared at the plaster box in his hand, as if he remembered something, and couldn't help asking:

"System, why did you choose me to be your host?! Obviously... you should have many choices."

In response to Yan Wenmo's doubts, the system snorted coldly and said in a rather arrogant tone:

[Of course I'm unlucky. All the good ones have been picked, and you're the only one left. Otherwise, I would have upgraded to level 100 long ago, and I wouldn't have to suffer with you.]

Thinking of his current situation, Yan Wenmo smiled awkwardly, then tried to find a way out and said:

"I'm pretty good too, okay?! At least I'm not love-brained, I'm relatively obedient, and I've worked hard to complete the mission, so I shouldn't be treating you unfairly, right?"

The system snorted at her self-praise and said with great complaint:

[You know you are just obedient. Have you ever seen a system that can make me like this?! My peers have all been promoted to big bosses, but I am still working hard to complete the promotion.]

As it spoke, it subconsciously generated a little electricity, as if to stimulate Yan Wenmo's soul, but in her extremely nervous look, it stopped and said awkwardly:

[But if I were to choose again, I would still choose you]

Yan Wenmo's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask with anticipation:

"Why?!"

The system looked at Yan Wenmo's expectant expression and couldn't help but complain with great disdain:

[Because you are too stupid. Without my protection, you will die miserably.]

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo looked unconvinced and said to the system in his sea of ​​consciousness:

"How could I?! I'm obviously the smartest one."

[Obviously stupid, stupid and stubborn, and still not obedient, just a fool, a big fool]

"I'm not"

【Big Fool】

"I'm not"

【Big Fool】

"I'm not"

……

Yan Wenmo, who was arguing with the system, suddenly felt a chill on her neck. She quickly stopped arguing with the system and came back to her senses.

When she came back to her senses, she saw Jiang Wenbai applying medicine on her neck with a worried look on his face. His cautious look made Yan Wenmo feel like she was not a human being, but a fragile porcelain doll.

【Wenhou Small Theater】

Microphone delivery system:

"Excuse me, what do you think about your host doing something he knows is wrong?"

The system glanced at it and said arrogantly:

[My host, if you need me to take care of you, just take care of yourself.]