Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Yan Wenmo felt that she had indeed overestimated herself. She could not stand it after only spending a short time with the Demon Lord.

Therefore, when she passed the next town, she directly exchanged a pure white horse from the system to avoid getting along with the Demon Lord.

Seeing Yan Wenmo leading a horse over, Jiang Wenbai's eyes lit up, and he came over and asked:

"Where did you buy this horse?! Do you have any more? I want one too!!"

Yan Wenmo glanced at him, then said with shining eyes:

"One thousand taels, will you buy it? If you want to buy it, I'll give it to you."

Jiang Wenbai glanced at Yan Wenmo, unhappily took out a banknote from his Qiankun bag and handed it to her, then complained:

"Little Money Lover"

Yan Wenmo put the banknote into his arms with a smile on his face, and then left humming a little tune. What kind of money-grubber is that? This is a compliment. Who doesn't love money? !

Yan Wenmo was very happy to have a mount and felt that life was full of hope. So, the next morning, she hummed a little tune and walked into the stable happily. Then she found that her mount had been stolen.

The Demon Lord was dressed in black and sat on her white horse with an arrogant attitude. When she saw her coming, she looked at her arrogantly and said:

“Nice horse”

Yan Wenmo looked at her horse with tears in her eyes. She felt extremely sad. Her horse, her white horse, her precious little darling, was taken away by someone else before she had the chance to ride it.

Yan Wenmo was feeling sad when suddenly someone grabbed her arm and instantly lifted her into the air. When she came to her senses, she was already on the horse's back.

Touching the horse's mane with excitement, Yan Wenmo waved his arm and said happily:

"Little White Dragon, let's go and travel the world"

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo in front of him with a look of astonishment. Before he could say anything, the white horse that Yan Wenmo called Little White Dragon snorted, and then slowly stepped forward, leaving a trail of footprints on the ground.

Seeing this, Jiang Wenbai got on his horse expressionlessly, glanced at Yan Wenmo who was full of joy, and simply flicked his whip, saying with a proud mood:

"Yan Shisan, your horse is too slow"

After saying that, his figure disappeared from Yan Wenmo's sight, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenmo patted Little White Dragon's neck unwillingly and said with full fighting spirit:

"Little White Dragon, let them see that you are the fastest one."

After saying that, she pulled the horse's reins and gave it a gentle tug. Then the little white dragon seemed to be unsealed and rushed out in an instant.

At first in the city, although the two white horses ran a little faster, they at least avoided some pedestrians. After leaving the city, as if their nature was liberated, the two white horses rushed on the official road.

The wind blew past his ears, making his sleeves rustle. Yan Wenmo subconsciously bent down to reduce resistance so that the little white dragon could run faster.

The two horses were competing with each other on the official road, as if they were really trying to decide the winner. Jiang Wenbai looked at Yan Wenmo's determined eyes and subconsciously lowered his body.

But carrying two people is not as good as carrying one person. Soon, the little white dragon slowed down and snorted.

Seeing this, Yan Wenmo did not force it, and jumped off the horse directly, touched its neck, and said:

"Are you tired? If you are tired, let's take a rest."

Hearing this, the little white dragon nodded silently, as if to agree. Yan Wenmo then led it and walked slowly. Seeing her like this, the Demon Lord jumped off the horse calmly and asked in surprise:

"You can ride a horse?!"

Yan Wenmo glanced at him, then stroked Little White Dragon's mane and said:

"Doesn't Chu Yanhong know? It's not like we haven't seen each other before. Could it be that she didn't tell you?!"

The Demon Lord was silent for a moment, and then he said:

"She never told me this. She just said that you are Jiang Wenbai's servant and a member of Haotian Sect."

Yan Wenmo responded perfunctorily, and then continued:

"Really?! Then she shouldn't know that I'm no longer a servant of the Haotian Sect. After all, everyone has their own aspirations, and I can't be a servant for the rest of my life."

The Demon Lord looked at her still indifferent eyes, pondered for a while, and then asked tentatively:

"Then, are you willing to follow me?!"

Yan Wenmo didn't answer, as if he didn't hear it.

Seeing her silence, the Demon Lord pondered for a while before continuing:

"I can promise you a high position with generous salary, power and status, and even a stunning beauty. As long as you ask, I can give it to you. Are you willing to follow me?!"

Yan Wenmo didn't even raise his head and directly refused:

"I do not wish for wealth and honor, nor do I expect to be an emperor. Your Majesty, you should know that I, Yan Shisan, have never lacked fame, power, status, and even beautiful women."

As she spoke, she looked at the Demon Lord, and then said with certainty:

"Your Majesty cannot give me what I lack."

After saying that, she led the horse to a pasture. The little white dragon was nibbling on the grass without being picky. Yan Wenmo took out a carrot from the system space and handed it to the little white dragon.

Little White Dragon was chewing on a carrot. Yan Wenmo looked at Little White Dragon and couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps, still unable to figure out why Yan Wenmo rejected him, the Demon Lord walked slowly towards Yan Wenmo and asked:

"I don't know what else in this world I cannot give you?!"

In response to his question, Yan Wenmo looked at the little white dragon in front of him and said in a trance:

"More than a decade ago, my parents and my clansmen all died overnight. Even if Your Majesty has the power to reach the sky, you cannot bring the dead back to life. Therefore, even if you are as invincible as Your Majesty, there are things in this world that you cannot give me."

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo's sad expression, was silent for a while, and then spoke:

"But you...will always seek revenge, right?"

"No need to bother with that, Your Excellency."

Yan Wenmo said, took a deep breath, and then said:

"He...will eventually die"

The Demon Lord glanced at her and was about to speak when he heard the sound of horse hooves. Jiang Wenbai quickly got off the horse, then led the horse to Yan Wenmo and said:

"I was wondering why I couldn't see you for such a long time, so you're here?!"

Yan Wenmo responded, and then explained:

"The little white dragon is hungry, so I'll bring it here to eat some grass."

Jiang Wenbai touched the horse behind him and said in surprise:

"Little White Dragon?! It's obviously a horse, why did you give it this name?!"

Yan Wenmo was too lazy to explain to him and simply changed the subject:

"What about you?! What are you going to call your horse?!"

Jiang Wenbai loosened the reins of the horse, looked directly at Yan Wenmo, and said with a smile:

"Aren't we waiting for you to pick a name?! I always feel that the name I picked is not as good as yours?!"

The Demon Lord glanced at the white horse held by Jiang Wenbai, then looked at Yan Wenmo and asked:

"You gave it to him?!"

Yan Wenmo nodded and said without hiding anything:

"He has followed me all the way, so I have to give him something as a reward."

The Demon Lord reached out and touched Jiang Wenbai's horse, feeling that Yan Wenmo's words that she didn't need those things were not groundless.

"It's really a divine horse! Where did you buy such a good horse? Are there other breeds?!"

The Demon Lord asked frankly, and Yan Wenmo did not hide anything and said bluntly:

"There are only two horses. I bought them all. There is nothing else."

The Demon Lord responded with some disappointment, then let go of the hand that was touching the horse and asked:

"Do you want to bring them back to the Wanmo Sect? There are some divine horses in the Wanmo Sect, maybe they can be bred?!"

Seeing him talking about breeding right away, Yan Wenmo's lips twitched subconsciously, and then he flatly refused:

"No, they are a perfect match and don't need any other horses to breed with them."

The Demon Lord looked at the little white dragon, then at the white horse in Jiang Wenbai's hand, withdrew his gaze with some disappointment, and said:

“That’s a pity.”