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Early the next morning, Yan Wenmo was awakened by being strangled. The feeling of being strangled and squeezed made it almost impossible for her to breathe. After she struggled to open her eyes, she found that the originally empty tent was now crowded with people.

The culprit who made her feel squeezed and squeezed was Jiang Wenbai, who held her tightly like an octopus. Next to him was the groom, then the Demon Lord, and Chu Yanhong.

When setting up the tent, no one helped, but when sleeping, they were not very polite.

Looking at this group of lazy and gluttonous people with disdain, Yan Wenmo impatiently threw Jiang Wenbai's hand on him aside, then got up and left the tent.

Perhaps it was because it was approaching early winter and it was still early in the morning, there was still a thin mist outside the tent, and I couldn't see the surroundings at all.

Yan Wenmo followed the route given by the system, walked to the edge of the pond, washed herself with water, and saw a person standing behind her in the reflection of the pond.

Silently, as if appearing suddenly, the Demon Lord in black clothes abruptly appeared behind her, like the charming Black Impermanence, making people feel creepy no matter how they looked at him.

Yan Wenmo was frightened by the sudden appearance of the Demon Lord and dared not move, fearing that he would accidentally anger the ancestor behind him. However, he heard the Demon Lord behind him speak lazily:

"What is your relationship with that guy called Xun Yan?!"

This happened without warning or reason, but Yan Wenmo's heart suddenly rose. She pretended to be calm and stood up and said to the Demon Lord:

"Didn't His Majesty give me this person? Why are you still asking me?!"

The Demon Lord glanced at her and asked with a smile:

"Keren, you picked him yourself. There were so many servants, why did you pick him?!"

Yan Wenmo knew that the Demon Lord must have noticed something, so she looked into his determined eyes and said seriously:

"He is strong, works very quickly, has good foresight, and can get a lot of things done without being urged by others."

After saying this, she looked at the Demon Lord without hesitation and said frankly:

"He can handle accounts that I can't handle, and he is steady and never makes mistakes. He is not the kind of person who takes credit for himself. He has never been arrogant because of my respect for him. He is still gentle to others. I can't find any reason not to use such a useful subordinate."

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows, and then spoke with a hint of meaning:

"So you seem to be quite satisfied with him."

After that, he added:

“You are all very satisfied with him.”

The word "you" contained a lot of profound meaning, which made Yan Wenmo a little confused. She looked at the Demon Lord in confusion.

The Demon Lord also looked at her. To be more precise, he looked through her at another person, the one whom the Demon Lord called his wife.

Without further ado, the Demon Lord once again took Yan Wenmo's hand and interlocked their fingers. This time, he held it very tightly, as if he wanted to grab something that did not belong to him.

Yan Wenmo didn't quite understand what the Demon Lord meant, and the other party had no intention of explaining.

The two of them just stood there stupidly until the sun rose and the mist dissipated. The rising sunlight cast soft ripples on the pond and illuminated the maple forest behind them.

At this moment, the Demon Lord suddenly took Yan Wenmo's hand, gently placed it on his lips, and kissed the back of her hand.

He looked at Yan Wenmo's face, which was filled with fear due to his actions, and spoke as if warning or stating something:

"Thirteen, don't try to be clever in front of me, otherwise, I will really kill you; even if you look like you have a pair of eyes like hers, it's the same."

As he spoke, he gently loosened his grip on Yan Wenmo's hand, then touched the top of her head, and said in a gentle but murderous tone:

"Be obedient. Only obedient children get candy."

In an instant, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead, making Yan Wenmo shiver for no reason.

She looked at the indifferent Demon Lord in front of her with horror, and felt that her throat, which was pinched by him that day, was aching again, so much so that she could hardly stand.

Seeing Yan Wenmo trembling with fear, the Demon Lord smiled in a good mood, then looked at Jiang Wenbai not far away provocatively, and left the pool with brisk steps.

After the Demon Lord left, Jiang Wenbai walked to Yan Wenmo with a worried look on his face. Seeing her lifeless eyes and trembling with fear, he couldn't help but hold her in his arms and comfort her:

"Don't be afraid, Thirteen, I'm here, I'm here"

The call in her ear brought Yan Wenmo back to her senses from her fear. She looked at Jiang Wenbai who was so close to her, feeling the warmth coming from him. She felt a little more at ease, and then she pushed him away with strength and calmness and said:

"The Demon Lord may have discovered your identity."

Hearing her say this, Jiang Wenbai paused as he was about to continue comforting him, and then his eyes flashed, and he said firmly:

"It's okay, Thirteen, trust me."

Since the other party said it was okay, then it should be okay, but for some reason, she always felt very panicked and she didn't know why!

Although the scenery by the pond was quite nice, they were out for fun, so Yan Wenmo and his group set off on their journey again.

Also because of the warning in the early morning, Yan Wenmo directly took Jiang Wenbai's position, and Jiang Wenbai sat in the place farthest away from the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord seemed very satisfied with her change, so much so that his indifferent expression relaxed a little. He had been watching Yan Wenmo playing with the Luban Lock all the way with a look of curiosity on his face.

Yan Wenmo ignored him and frowned as she tried to untie the Lu Ban lock. She didn't know if the solution was too difficult or she was in a bad mood, so she couldn't untie the tangled lock.

Biting her teeth angrily, Yan Wenmo's every expression was strong. Perhaps he couldn't bear it any more, so the Demon Lord simply held her hand, half-hugged her in his arms, and tried all the possibilities bit by bit.

Soon, the Lu Ban lock was easily unlocked. Yan Wenmo just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw the Demon Lord easily put the Lu Ban lock back to its original position, then forcibly held her hand and continued to unlock it.

The Demon Lord's hand was exceptionally large, and he silently held Yan Wenmo's hand. In his palm, Yan Wenmo's hand was like a small, tender white flower, tremblingly blooming at his fingertips, as if Yan Wenmo's hand would break at any time if the other party exerted any force.

Being held in someone's arms, surrounded by the other person's scent, Yan Wenmo endured the physical and psychological discomfort, his brows furrowed more and more.

But unlike her forbearance, the Demon Lord was in a very good mood, especially when he noticed Jiang Wenbai's hidden murderous intent, this happy mood reached its peak.

As if he had reached the limit of his patience, Yan Wenmo spoke tiredly:

"Your Majesty, I...want to go to the bathroom."

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, then deliberately lowered his head a little and spoke into Yan Wenmo's ear:

"go"

The warm breath swept across Yan Wenmo's earlobe, causing her to shrink her neck. She nodded obediently, asked the coachman to stop the carriage, then got off and walked into the depths of the woods.

She waited for about an incense stick of time before slowly climbing onto the carriage. When she returned to the carriage, she found that her seat had been taken by Jiang Wenbai.

The Demon Lord leisurely fiddled with the teacup in his hand, gently skimmed off the floating leaves, then took a sip of tea and looked at Yan Wenmo with a half-smile.

Yan Wenmo received the almost warning and murderous gaze from the other party, and could only speak with difficulty in a hoarse voice:

"Looking for a feast, don't mess around"

Knowing that Yan Wenmo was helpless, Jiang Wenbai could only sternly make room for Yan Wenmo and let him sit in the place closest to the Demon Lord.

Yan Wenmo took a deep breath, then took out a pipa from the system space and began to tune it.

Regarding her transformation, the Demon Lord looked at her leisurely, his look was as leisurely and vicious as a cat playing with a mouse.