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Seeing Yan Wenmo was frightened, the Demon Lord couldn't help but glance at Chu Yanhong. Chu Yanhong glared at Yan Wenmo indignantly. Yan Wenmo felt the other party's sharp gaze like a knife, and finally couldn't help but give in. He said embarrassedly:

"I'm going out for some fresh air."

Having said that, without waiting for the Demon Lord to speak, he lifted the curtain and ran out.

The driver was a middle-aged man, about thirty years old, with a fierce-looking appearance and an aura that kept strangers away.

Yan Wenmo carefully sat on the shaft of the carriage. As soon as he sat down, he heard the middle-aged man say coldly:

"Sit inside, be careful not to fall down"

This unexpected reminder made Yan Wenmo stunned. She looked at the driver in surprise, but saw that he didn't seem to pay attention to her, so she said very obediently:

"Europe"

As she spoke, she subconsciously moved her position and stared at the scenery around her in a daze.

It was late autumn, the grass and trees were withered, and the world was bleak and looked particularly sad.

Yan Wenmo was swinging his legs in high spirits, not knowing whether he was bored or in a good mood, but he was singing an unknown song in a low voice.

I don’t know if her singing disturbed the coachman, but the coachman actually looked at her, and seeing that she ignored him, he didn’t say much and continued to do his own thing.

The wheels rolled, songs rang out, and the three people in the carriage listened to the noise outside. For some reason, their expressions looked a little strange.

Jiang Wenbai silently took out a piece of wood and began to carve silently, while Chu Yanhong took out an apple and began to peel it. The Demon Lord glanced at the two of them, looked at the curtain, and suddenly said:

"Yan Thirteen"

At this time, Yan Wenmo was fiddling with the Rubik's Cube he had taken out from the system space, humming a little tune while playing, and ignored the call of the Demon Lord. Seeing that Yan Wenmo did not answer, the groom beside him suddenly spoke:

"Your Majesty is calling you?!"

But even so, Yan Wenmo still had no reaction, as if he didn't hear it.

The Demon Lord, who had been waiting in the carriage for a long time, saw that the other party had not responded for a long time, and could not help but grit his teeth and said:

"Don't force me to do it"

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain that was originally lowered was suddenly lifted up by someone. Yan Wenmo smiled and showed his face from outside the curtain. He asked the Demon Lord in the carriage:

"Your Majesty, do you have something to ask me?!"

The Demon Lord snorted coldly, looked at Yan Wenmo with disdain and said sarcastically:

"Can you please shut up, it's so noisy"

Yan Wenmo's cheerful expression froze, and he curled his lips slightly, then said:

"okay"

After saying that, she lowered the curtain very readily and continued to play with her Rubik's Cube. The Demon Lord looked at the figure that disappeared quickly without hesitation, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The next moment, Chu Yanhong handed the cut apple to the Demon Lord. Jiang Wenbai frowned and looked at the wood carving in his hand. After hesitating for a long time, he threw it back into the Qiankun bag, then walked out of the carriage and said to the coachman who was driving the carriage:

"Your Majesty, please let me in."

Seeing that he spoke with confidence, the coachman looked at Jiang Wenbai in surprise. Jiang Wenbai looked at the coachman calmly. The two looked at each other for a long time, and then Jiang Wenbai squeezed in between Yan Wenmo and the coachman.

The shaft of the carriage is relatively spacious for one person, and it is not too bad for two people, but it is a bit crowded for three people.

Jiang Wenbai took out a bag of pastries from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Yan Wenmo without any hesitation. Yan Wenmo took it in surprise, and then handed the Rubik's Cube to Jiang Wenbai.

Jiang Wenbai was playing with the Rubik's Cube in his hand nonchalantly, but his eyes were looking at Yan Wenmo who was eating cakes beside him, and he said to himself:

"We're just ahead of Yunshui City. I heard the wontons there are pretty good. Do you want to try some?!"

Yan Wenmo thought for a moment, then nodded and said:

"That's fine"

Seeing Yan Wenmo agreed, Jiang Wenbai asked again:

"Besides wontons, do you want anything else?!"

"no"

After Yan Wenmo finished speaking, he threw a piece of cake into his mouth and said vaguely:

“We’ll talk about it later.”

Hearing this, Jiang Wenbai nodded, then took out a water bag from his Qiankun bag and handed it to Yan Wenmo, saying:

"Eat slowly, don't choke"

Yan Wenmo glanced at the other person unhappily and couldn't help rolling her eyes, but Jiang Wenbai smiled, poked her forehead lovingly, and teased:

"Little Greedy Cat"

Yan Wenmo looked at him with disdain and couldn't help but remind him:

"Don't forget who you are, you are my slave now"

Jiang Wenbai looked at her calmly, not feeling ashamed or embarrassed at all. Instead, he asked Yan Wenmo with a proud look on his face:

"So, Master, are you satisfied with my service?!"

"Okay"

Yan Wenmo said rather proudly:

"You barely passed."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Chu Yanhong's extremely unhappy voice behind her:

"Would you two shut up?"

Hearing Chu Yanhong's voice, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but rolled his eyes. Jiang Wenbai couldn't help looking at him, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Seeing that his face was flushed red, Yan Wenmo became angry and punched him twice, but he dodged both times flexibly.

The groom standing by looked at the two men fighting, his mouth twitched slightly, and he rolled his eyes silently.

The Demon Lord had probably never encountered such a situation before, so he frowned and listened to the noise outside and began to ponder whether he had used the wrong method.

Now, he began to realize that he had done something wrong. After all, Yan Wenmo was different from the person in her memory, and his personality was also different.

It's like you met a pet that looks similar to your beloved pet in a pet store. You know that your beloved pet is lost, but when you see this similar one, you still can't help but mistake it for the one you like. The Demon Lord is now facing this situation.

Unlike the person he likes, who only sees his best side, Yan Wenmo only sees his negative emotions, such as his cruelty, bloodlust, coldness, arrogance and even cold-bloodedness.

Intentionally or unintentionally, as if destined, even if the Demon Lord intends to show his advantages, such as his power, his dignity, his strength, his wealth, and his excellence, in the end it always inexplicably turns into his negative emotions.

Or maybe it wasn't negative emotions, but the things that Yan Wenmo disliked the most or even hated the most. He did them all, and he did them in front of her.

She didn't like cruel and bloodthirsty people, nor did she like people who disposed of other people's lives at will, and she didn't like people who were promiscuous. Unfortunately, he had all of these qualities, and the other party saw them all.

Being hated seemed natural, but the Demon Lord was unable to please anyone. His status and position meant that he could not please anyone, let alone bow his head.

But he also didn't want to lose this person who was somewhat similar to that person, so he could only try to save him, but it seemed that he gained little, or even had the opposite effect.

The Demon Lord frowned deeper and deeper, and began to think, wondering if he had done something wrong.

Maybe he shouldn't have killed someone in front of her, maybe he shouldn't have done it that day, maybe he shouldn't have used force to threaten her to stay with him in the first place.

But it seemed as if the mistake had already been made and there was no way to change it. He could only remedy it or even redeem it.

He thought of taking her out for a walk, thinking that maybe she would change her mind about him during the trip, but the hurt she suffered that day must have been too deep for her, so much so that she was reluctant to even be in the same room with him.

He would even rather sit with the driver than stay with himself.

Pinching his brows in frustration, the Demon Lord felt that there was no one in the world more difficult to please than Yan Wenmo. What exactly should he do to make her forgive him?

What should she do to not look at him with a defensive look on her face? Doesn't she know that being too defensive is also a form of harm? !