Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Perhaps Yan Wenmo's obedience yesterday pleased the Demon Lord, so she was allowed to go out for a walk today. Of course, she didn't go out alone, because the Demon Lord was afraid that she would run away, so he took time out to accompany her out for a walk.

Originally, she thought that the two of them were just walking around the street, but unexpectedly, the Demon Lord got a small boat from somewhere, then got on the boat and stretched out his hand to her.

Yan Wenmo looked at the hand extended by the Demon Lord, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not hold it. Instead, he stepped onto the boat and sat at the bow.

Seeing that she was deliberately keeping a distance from him, the Demon Lord raised his eyebrows, then withdrew his hand and asked the servant who had been following him secretly to get on the boat.

As soon as the servant got on the boat, he began to row the boat away from the shore. Yan Wenmo sat at the bow of the boat, looking at the scenery around him with a look of curiosity.

The boat moved slowly forward. In front of us was clear water, blue sky, green bricks and tiles, weeping willows on the shore and the occasional stone bridge. Everything looked like something out of a story.

Inexplicably, Yan Wenmo thought of "The Legend of the White Snake", thought of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian who met on the Broken Bridge, and thought of the words "I have not broken my oath, I will treat you well all my life."

Yan Wenmo once envied that kind of love and felt that this kind of love was true love.

Unfortunately, in reality, no one would be so infatuated, no one would jump off a cliff of love just because of a word from the person they like, and no one would choose someone unwaveringly and never repent.

Or maybe there is, but she... hasn't met it yet.

Yan Wenmo was looking around at the bow, and Demon Lord was looking at her at the stern. It was unclear whether he remembered something, but his expression was a little complicated, and then full of disappointment and helplessness.

He missed his wife, missed her very much. They had been married for ten years and their love was as loving as ever. In his memory, his wife had always been the most beautiful. He didn't want to forget her, but he couldn't.

He remembered that his wife liked to hug him, liked his wife to hug him, and even liked his wife even more when she spoke to him in an intimate manner.

When the lady saw him, she always smiled, happily threw herself into his arms, held his hand, and told him what new things had happened. It seemed that as soon as she saw him, the lady had endless things to say.

Or, they could just not say anything and look at each other. Her eyes would be filled with his image, as if he was her whole world.

That was the first time that the Demon Lord felt loved, and it was also the first time that someone relied on him wholeheartedly and without any precautions.

Before he met his wife, he was like a lonely soul wandering in the human world. With his wife, his life became more lively and had a little more concern.

But this vitality was strangled, destroyed and disappeared because of the Yan family and Jiang Wenbai.

He still doesn't want to recall how he felt when his wife's cold body was placed in front of him. He only remembers that his mind was confused, helpless, panicked, and even numb that day!

He staggered and picked up the already cold corpse, helplessly sending her spiritual power, wanting to bring her back to life, wanting her to smile at him again, talk to him, or even do nothing and just look at him.

But those eyes, which were originally filled with him, remained closed.

Uncontrollably, his tears welled up in his eyes, but he was afraid of wetting her face, so he wiped them away carefully.

He called her name with sobs, asking her not to sleep, begging her not to sleep, but she still didn't wake up.

She slept for a long, long, long time, so long that she did not wake up for several days, so long that the sun rose and set, set and rose again, but she was still sleepy and she still did not wake up.

In the end, he could no longer deceive himself and could only grow flesh and blood from the pain to stop himself from being depressed and to take revenge.

He was like a child who had suffered so much and finally got a piece of candy, but those people wanted to take away even this candy.

He was indignant, resentful, and angry. He wanted to destroy the world and destroy everyone who had caused him to lose his loved ones.

Therefore, he unlocked the seal on his chest and made a deal with Chi You. Unfortunately, the remains of the ancient demon god that Chu Yanhong gave him were fake. Unfortunately, there was Xiaoyaozi in this world who could seal Chi You.

He didn't lose, he just didn't have enough strength, so when he found out he could start over again, he tried his best, thinking only of killing everyone who could threaten his wife, but he didn't expect that his wife... was gone.

He couldn't find her, no matter how hard he tried, there was no news, no information, nothing, and he didn't even know if she was still alive? !

But he still didn't want to give up.

They are husband and wife, a loving couple who have been together for ten years. He believes that his wife will wait for him, just as stubbornly as he has been looking for her. She must be somewhere, waiting for him to find her and take her home.

But, where are you, madam? ! Why don't you come to see me? ! Did I make you angry? ! Or do you... have a new lover? !

Didn’t you say you loved me the most? You also said I was the best man in the world and that I should be your match. Could it be that you lied to me about all those things you said?

They were silent all the way, each with their own thoughts. When they reached the shore, they came to their senses. The Demon Lord got ashore first, and then reached out to Yan Wenmo again, but this time there was a hint of warning in his expression, as if warning Yan Wenmo not to be ungrateful.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yan Wenmo held the Demon Lord's slightly calloused hand. She didn't know what happened, but after she got ashore, she staggered and fell directly into the Demon Lord's arms, and then was hugged by the Demon Lord. The two of them looked extremely ambiguous.

This was even more unlucky than stepping on dog shit. Yan Wenmo leaned in the Demon Lord's arms, her face as black as the bottom of a pot. She subconsciously wanted to break free, but was held even tighter.

Inexplicably, the Demon Lord felt the sound of his own heartbeat that he had not felt for a long time, one beat after another, cheerful and excited, as if he was welcoming the return of an old friend.

But the person in his arms was obviously not her, but a man, so why was his heart still beating so excitedly? !

Could it be that he no longer loves his wife, but has fallen in love with a man instead? !

No! No no no!! This must be an illusion! It must be an illusion!! He would not betray his wife, nor would he fall in love with someone else, let alone a man.

Thinking of this, he loosened his grip on her hand as if struck by lightning, and then left with big strides. Seeing him leave, Yan Wenmo's mouth twitched, thinking that he was really seriously ill.

The boat was moored at a flower forest, surrounded by blooming oleanders. The pink or white flowers swayed on the branches, beautiful, bright and fresh, pleasing to the eye.

Just at this moment, the sound of horse hooves was heard. Yan Wenmo looked back in surprise and saw his own little white dragon running towards him happily.

Hugging the little white dragon's neck with great joy, Yan Wenmo looked at its fatter body and couldn't help but teasing:

“It seems you have good food.”

The little white dragon snorted proudly, as if answering Yan Wenmo, and leaned towards her.

Yan Wenmo didn't try to test it. He just jumped on the horse and galloped on the grass outside the flower forest.

The sound of horse hooves echoed in the forest, shaking off a layer of flower language. Yan Wenmo was riding his horse happily, but before he could ask Little White Dragon to go faster, he realized someone was chasing him.

She looked back in surprise and saw the Demon Lord catching up with her. The Demon Lord, dressed in black tights, looked down at her. His heroic appearance had some of the demeanor of a soldier on the battlefield.

But before he could open his mouth, Wuzhui moved towards the little white dragon in a flattering manner.

The little white dragon moved away in disgust, but Wuzhui didn't give up and came closer again. Seeing this, the little white dragon made a warning sound, and Wuzhui stood there for a while, then came closer again without giving up.