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Yan Wenmo has always been an optimistic person, so even though he knew he was in an emotional calamity, he still risked his life to avoid it.

She was only slightly depressed for a moment, then without hesitation bought a bunch of fake beards on the system interface, picked up a more pleasing one and put it on her face.

The Demon Lord expressed extreme contempt for her behavior of sticking a beard on her face, because he had never seen a man sticking a fake beard to show his masculinity.

Although you, Yan Shisan, are good-looking, have a heroic figure, and even have experienced a life-threatening love disaster, you don't have to dress yourself up like a peacock and put on a fake beard to show off your masculine charm.

Yan Wenmo chose to ignore the Demon Lord's contempt. She felt that what she was putting on was not a beard but her life insurance.

She dared to swear on her own moral integrity that no matter how perverted Gu Hansheng was, he would not fall in love with a bearded man. After all, in the novel, he was a pure straight man.

Yan Wenmo, who felt that having a beard was like taking out insurance, also began to let himself go. After all, a beard alone might not be able to fool a smart person.

Perhaps, she should act a little more promiscuous, so that even if Gu Hansheng met her, he would not suspect that she was a woman. This is called double insurance.

But she quickly rejected this idea. It was not because she was unwilling, but her fake beard was quickly pulled off by the Demon Lord.

Not only did he pull off her fake beard, he also warned her not to do anything messy, otherwise she would have to blame him for cleaning her up.

There was no other choice. Yan Wenmo, who believed in joining if he couldn't beat them, could only compromise and let the system deepen his disguise. Only then did he feel relieved and continue to have fun.

She originally thought that her bad luck had reached its peak here, but she didn't expect to run into trouble again when she went to check into the inn at night.

According to the innkeeper, what's going on recently?! There are so many people coming to Shuiyun City to play that all their empty rooms have been arranged, leaving only two guest rooms vacant.

Therefore, this means that Yan Wenmo can only choose one between Demon Lord and Jiang Wenbai and squeeze in.

Yan Wenmo hesitated for a long time before hesitatingly asking:

"Do you have a servant's room here? I'm not picky about the location. I can squeeze in by myself and it's OK?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Jiang Wenbai drop the silver without hesitation, then carry herself on his shoulders with ease, ignoring Chu Yanhong and Mo Zun beside him, and walked upstairs on his own.

Seeing Yan Wenmo being carried away, the Demon Lord frowned subconsciously, obviously a little unhappy.

Chu Yanhong didn't think much about it. She paid the room fee very considerately, and then led the Demon Lord upstairs.

As soon as he entered the room, Yan Wenmo was gently placed on the bed by Jiang Wenbai. He took out the bedding from his Qiankun bag and looked at Yan Wenmo sitting on the bed, and asked in surprise:

"What's wrong?!"

Yan Wenmo pointed to the ground and said hesitantly:

"It's autumn now, the ground is cool"

"No problem"

Jiang Wenbai said it straightforwardly, with a matter-of-fact tone:

"I have a hot temper and am not afraid of the cold"

Yan Wenmo hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and then asked tentatively:

"I have a soft couch, how about you just make do with it for now?!"

Jiang Wenbai smiled, reached out and touched the top of Yan Wenmo's head, and said gently:

"Thirteen, it's okay. When I go down the mountain with my brothers on missions, we sometimes have to sleep in the wilderness. Here... it's already very good."

As he said this, he withdrew his hand and was about to spread the bedding, but Yan Wenmo grabbed his sleeve and whispered:

"If you get sick, there's no one to take care of you. Besides, the couch takes up space in the bag, so it's good to take it out and air it out."

As she spoke, she took out a soft couch and placed it on the other side of the room. Then she looked at Jiang Wenbai, who was holding a blanket and looking at her with a smile, and said stubbornly:

“I don’t care about you.”

"I know"

Jiang Wenbai said with a smile:

"I know"

He spoke gently and intimately, as if whispering some love words.

These words made Yan Wenmo feel that he was being a little pretentious, so he didn't want to stay any longer and just walked towards the bed.

After Yan Wenmo covered himself with the quilt and lay down, Jiang Wenbai sat on the couch and stared at the sleeping figure in a daze.

For some reason, he remembered the Taoist's words, that people can deceive others, but fate cannot. Therefore, his expression became more complicated.

So, Thirteen is really a woman?! She is a woman who disguised herself as a man to avoid love.

Putting it this way, everything seemed to make sense. She was so resistant to wearing women's clothes, she resisted the Demon Lord's closeness, and she put on a fake beard when she knew that the love calamity was inevitable. These were all means of disguise, just to protect herself, simply because she wanted that person to not be able to find her.

Even when she went to the Haotian Sect and did her own chores, she disguised herself as a mortal, all because she wanted to avoid the tribulation of love and didn't want to attract too much attention.

The reason she left in the end was that she thought she had escaped the emotional calamity. She wanted revenge, so she thought about leaving Haotian Sect and looking for trouble with the Demon Lord, but she didn't expect to put herself in another danger.

He had heard his senior brother talk about the matter of love tribulation. He said that once the tribulation occurs, both men and women will fall in love with each other without hesitation, no matter what the other person's identity, status, or character is. As long as they can be with each other, they will disregard everything else.

He didn’t dare to think about such a crazy and passionate feeling for Yan Wenmo, nor did he want to think about it. Or, even if there really was that person, he hoped that person... was himself.

Ever since the Jiang family was wiped out by the Demon Lord, Thirteen was the first person closest to him and the first person who had been with him the longest.

They are together day and night, inseparable and rarely apart. This intimacy has made him accustomed to having such a person who is always by his side and never leaves him.

It was not until that day when she said she quit, not until that day when she demonstrated her strength, not until that day when her strength made the elders of Haotian Sect admit defeat, that he realized that his Thirteen had unknowingly become very strong, stronger than him.

She destroyed the Qianyang Sect and then took over the Qianyang Sect. She talked to Su Nian about destroying the Demon Lord's plan, but she never let him interfere, as if he was an outsider rather than a relative who had been with her for ten years.

He was puzzled and angry until Xiaoyaozi told him that he was too weak. He agreed on the surface, but still refused to accept it in his heart. Now, he finally understood what Xiaoyaozi meant by "too weak"? !

He was really weak, even though Thirteen was imprisoned, even though Thirteen despised the Demon Lord, even though Thirteen hated killing, even though Thirteen hated that place called the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

He had no way to rescue her, no ability to rescue her, and no way of changing the status quo.

This was his weakness, a weakness that prevented him from destroying everything she hated, and made him powerless to do anything but watch her struggle hard in the mire.

He was about to lose Thirteen. Even though he didn't want to admit it, everything around him seemed to tell him clearly that he was going to lose her?!

The love disaster that put him at risk of death?! The revenge against the Demon Lord that wiped out his clan?! These things were more important than him.

He also couldn't expect her not to seek revenge, not to face the disaster, or even not to leave him, because he also knew that she would not stop for him.

She has her pursuits, her ambitions, and her ideals. Just as she said, they are not the same kind of people, their pursuits are not the same, and she does not want to be obsessed with her own things.

But, Thirteen, that person is you, the one who has been with me for nearly ten years. How could I just stand by and watch? How could I not intervene? How could I just let you struggle desperately in this world alone and remain indifferent?