Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Yan Wenmo looked at Jiang Wenbai with extreme disdain, rolled his eyes, and said to himself:

"How is that possible?! I'm not stupid and I'm not going to stay in this crappy place for the rest of my life! But, I also know that as long as I'm alive, the Demon Lord will never let me go, so I can only fake my death!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wenbai was stunned for a moment, and repeated subconsciously:

"Fake your death?! You had a plan?!"

"certainly"

Yan Wenmo looked at Jiang Wenbai confidently, and then said:

"A complete plan for faking your death. I may need your cooperation when the time comes!"

As she spoke, she reached out and held Jiang Wenbai's hand, and asked sincerely:

"You'll help me, right?!"

Jiang Wenbai looked at Yan Wenmo's expectant expression, felt the warmth and fragrance of the soft jade on the back of his hand, and asked directly:

“How?!”

After hearing this, Yan Wenmo felt that there was no point in hiding it from him, so he spoke directly:

"In fact, the plan is very simple. Let the Demon Lord dislike me, let other demon cultivators hate me and be jealous of me. Whether it is killing someone with a borrowed knife or going with the flow, I have a detailed plan."

As she spoke, she adjusted her position and was about to give a long speech when Jiang Wenbai followed her and continued to apply medicine to her, while she chattered non-stop:

"You also know that in the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, mortals have no power to resist, so I tried to gather them in one place and protect them. There are two purposes for doing this. First, to protect them from being harmed by the demon cultivators; second, to prevent the demon cultivators from easily obtaining the blood and energy for cultivation for a while."

Hearing this, Jiang Wenbai was stunned and asked in confusion:

“Although most of the mortals of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect were bought by you, they can still buy and sell slaves from other places for cultivation?! Does your method really work?!”

Hearing her words, Yan Wenmo's disdain became even more serious, and he said to himself:

"Of course I thought of this, so I asked Shangguan Zhi and his men to set up the Ten Thousand Demons Strangling Formation at the border between the mortals and the Demon Sect. This formation can harm demon cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage. Therefore, it is impossible for any demon cultivator with some cultivation to buy, sell or capture mortals as cultivation materials."

"But, they can also ask ordinary people to buy and sell slaves and send them to them, right?!"

"That is a possibility, but I have provided the census method to other righteous paths to prevent someone from secretly taking mortals away and giving them to the demons. Therefore, if someone disappears for no reason, or disappears on a large scale, it will attract the attention of the righteous paths, and then they will be killed on the spot."

"So, if they want to use mortals as training materials in the future, the price they pay will only be greater?! Thirteen, how did you come up with this?!"

"Of course it's because I'm extremely smart."

As he spoke, Yan Wenmo looked somewhat smug, but he continued to add:

"In this way, they can only focus on the breeding farm, but I am not a pushover, so they can only frame me or make the Demon Lord hate me to achieve their goal. In this way, I only need to anger the Demon Lord at the right time."

At this point, she looked at Jiang Wenbai and couldn't help but say:

"By then, you can use..."

Before she finished her words, Jiang Wenbai said firmly:

"I will not use those mortals to please the Demon Lord. I will not do anything you don't do."

Yan Wenmo's mouth twitched, and then he rolled his eyes and said:

"Who said they were mortals?! There are so many animals in the farm, chickens, ducks, fish, sheep, pigs, and cows. Do you think they are just for show?! Besides, who said that only humans can provide blood and energy? Animals can also provide blood and energy, okay?! When the time comes, you can use the lives of these animals to win over the demon cultivators and use them for your own purposes, isn't that good?!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wenbai's eyes lit up instantly. He looked at Yan Wenmo in shock, then hugged Yan Wenmo tightly and said:

"Thirteen, how did you come up with this idea? You're so smart, you even planned this out?!"

As he spoke, he excitedly held Yan Wenmo's hand and said happily:

"If what you said is really feasible, the scale of this farm is too small. Do I have to write a letter to inform my senior brother and ask him to find more people to help?!"

After saying that, he looked at the purple marks on Yan Wenmo's neck which had faded a lot, then he picked up the box of ointment and continued to apply the ointment.

Seeing him like this, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but asked speechlessly:

"What are you..."

"Apply medicine"

As he spoke, Jiang Wenbai said cheerfully:

"Apply the medicine before going"

Yan Wenmo looked at Jiang Wenbai applying the medicine seriously, puzzled and speechless.

Couldn't he just let himself go and apply the medicine?! Why must it be so troublesome?! Couldn't he just leave first?!

After applying the medicine, Jiang Wenbai went briskly to find Zhao Wenlong to discuss the next steps, while Yan Wenmo decided to take the opportunity to take a rest.

So many things happened today that she was extremely exhausted, so she decided to take the opportunity to have a good rest and deal with other things tomorrow.

At the same time, in the meeting hall of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, the Demon Lord was processing the official documents in his hands, and suddenly frowned in annoyance.

Putting down the brush in his hand with some annoyance, he asked the maid beside him with an impatient look on his face:

"How is she...?!"

Seeing the Demon Lord asking this, the maid beside him was stunned for a moment before she spoke tentatively:

"After His Majesty left, Miss Yan lay there for a while, then staggered away with the people who came with her."

Hearing that Yan Wenmo was not dead, the Demon Lord subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the brush and continued to review official documents.

I hope she can learn some lessons, the Demon Lord thought subconsciously, otherwise if there is a next time, he will not show mercy.

He thought so, but after he finished reviewing the official documents, he still went to the courtyard involuntarily.

The courtyard was quiet at this time, without any lights. The air was filled with the faint scent of peony flowers, adding a sense of depth.

The moon was high in the sky at this time, and the silvery moonlight scattered on the petals of the peony flowers, making the already beautiful flowers stained with a hint of silvery frost.

Seeing this scene, the Demon Lord deliberately slowed down his hurried steps. He walked lightly to the door of the courtyard, which looked like the moon surrounded by stars, and gently pushed open the tightly closed door.

The room was dark and a little chilly. The Demon Lord waved his hand and the lights came on. He subconsciously walked towards the bed, but found that there was no one in the room.

She was not there. This realization made the Demon Lord subconsciously stunned for a moment, and then he realized belatedly that she should be outside, in her temporary residence in Wanmo Town.

Perhaps he was still angry, the Demon Lord comforted himself. He walked silently to the bedside and touched the pillow on the bed. A hint of tenderness flashed across his brows and then disappeared in a flash.

“It’s not my fault”

The Demon Lord talked to himself, and then said with a little grievance:

"How can you help outsiders?! They want to kill me, how can you help outsiders?!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously tightened his grip on the pillow, his brows softened, and he spoke with a hint of anticipation:

"You won't blame me, right?! You won't be mad at me, right?! You like me so much that you would rather die than be with me, you won't leave me, right?!"

The more he talked, the happier he felt. Then, as if he remembered something, he lowered his eyes in disappointment and whispered:

"But why don't you come to find me?! Didn't you say you loved me the most?! You said you wanted to be with me forever, that you would never leave me even if you die, and that if there is a next life, you would still be with me."

Having said this, he subconsciously paused for a moment and continued:

"But why don't you come to see me?! Where are you hiding?! Are you blaming me for not helping you get revenge? But I did help you get revenge! Why don't you come to see me?! Are you still mad at me? You don't want to see me because you're mad at me, right?!"

【Wenhou Small Theater】

The microphone was handed to Yan Wenmo

"What do you think of the Demon Lord?"

Yan Wenmo glanced at the Demon Lord who was drinking tea by himself, and said without hesitation:

"ill"