Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

The place called Fengdu is similar to an ordinary town, at least that's what Jiang Wenbai thinks.

But Yan Wenmo didn't think so, so she held Jiang Wenbai's hand.

Holding hands is not because of ambiguity, holding hands is not because of liking, and holding hands is not because of deep love, but there are too many temptations in Fengdu, and she is really afraid that this man will give himself up.

After all, this was a person who dared to hold the Yin instrument made by the demon cultivator of the Ghost King Sect and ask him whether it looked good or not. For this kind of thing that had been used by a dead person and would bring disaster to the wearer, Yan Wenmo could only say thank you for the invitation.

"You really don't want these things?! They look so good?!"

Jiang Wenbai looked at Yan Wenmo in confusion, as if he didn't understand why she was so indifferent to the dazzling jewelry, clothes, and even rouge and powder.

These things obviously look very good, and a lot of people buy them.

Yan Wenmo glanced at the pedestrians around him. Looking at their pale faces and empty eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't want to communicate with them too much.

Seeing Yan Wenmo didn't say anything, Jiang Wenbai lowered his eyes in disappointment. He looked at his hand held by Yan Wenmo, and felt inexplicably excited.

It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t like him. At least, she held his hand. It was the first time she held his hand and she was very proactive.

The small ball felt soft in his palm, tender and sweet. He didn't dare to use force, for fear that it would break if touched.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wenbai's depression was mostly gone, his expression was filled with joy, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Yan Wenmo became much gentler.

"Sir, buy your sister a hairpin, it's very pretty."

Extremely suddenly, a woman rushed in front of Yan Wenmo and Jiang Wenbai with a look of expectation on her face.

Yan Wenmo looked at her extremely lively face, sneered, and said with a critical look:

"What sister?! I'm his wife. Does your sister like holding a man's hand?!"

The woman choked, but Jiang Wenbai blushed and shyly leaned close to Yan Wenmo's ear, saying with a little joy and shyness:

"We...we haven't gotten married yet?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at him expressionlessly, with a threatening look in his eyes. His face turned redder and he said timidly:

"I'll do whatever you say."

As soon as he finished speaking, he inexplicably felt an extremely strong murderous aura and resentment coming from nowhere, as well as the sound of something being crushed.

He subconsciously looked back, but saw nothing, so he turned his head to look at Yan Wenmo beside him, his face flushed and his steps a little unsteady. He felt that the pedestrians around him were a lot more pleasing to the eye.

Yan Wenmo looked at the smirking Jiang Wenbai with disdain, wondering why this fellow had become so stupid! But then he heard the system in his sea of ​​consciousness speak faintly:

"A wise man does not fall in love. It is difficult to be a wise man when you meet him. When you ask what love is in the world, it makes people stupid and dumb."

The corners of Yan Wenmo's mouth twitched, he rolled his eyes carelessly and continued walking forward.

But the woman refused to give in and chased after him again, saying sincerely:

"Madam, my pearl hairpin is very beautiful. Are you sure you don't want to buy one?!"

Yan Wenmo was really annoyed by her, and looked at her coldly, his eyes full of indifference and disdain, and said sarcastically:

"What kind of rubbish is this? How dare you offer it to me?! Do you think this is a good thing? Is it the Queen Mother's golden hairpin? A fairy's hairpin? Or an accessory of Chang'e in the Moon Palace?!"

As she spoke, she looked at the woman with increasing disdain and said sarcastically:

"You dare to bring this junk like a treasure to me? You have no sense at all. This is how your mother told you to sell things."

The woman was so angry at these words that her eyes twitched, her nostrils moved slightly, and even her breathing became a little unstable. She gritted her teeth and looked at Yan Wenmo, who was looking at her like trash. She took several deep breaths, but still couldn't suppress her anger, and left angrily.

Yan Wenmo rolled his eyes again and said, "You're too young to fight with me."

Jiang Wenbai, who was standing by, looked at Yan Wenmo blankly after hearing this, and said hesitantly:

"Those things you mentioned should be... hard to get, right?! And what Queen Mother?! What fairy?! What Chang'e?! Who are they?!"

Yan Wenmo was stunned for two seconds, looked at Jiang Wenbai in disbelief, and complained:

"Don't you have gods here?! Haven't you heard of any myths?! Haven't you heard of the names of gods or anything like that?!"

Jiang Wenbai blinked his eyes innocently and said hesitantly:

"We have gods and immortals, and we have ascended to heaven, but stories about gods and immortals don't seem to appear?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at Jiang Wenbai in astonishment, blinking his eyes. Looking at Jiang Wenbai who was thinking in front of him, he asked cautiously:

"Didn't you hear mythological stories when you were little?! For example, Chenxiang saving his mother, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, Chang'e flying to the moon, Houyi shooting down the sun, and Nuwa mending the sky?!!"

"no"

Jiang Wenbai said this with certainty and conviction, and said sincerely:

“Never heard of it”

After saying that, he looked at Yan Wenmo expectantly and asked tentatively:

"These are the stories you've read. Can you tell me about them?!"

From the moment Jiang Wenbai saw the villa, he knew that he and Yan Wenmo were not from the same era or even the same time and space.

But, he didn't care about these, so he was also very curious, curious about what the world Yan Wenmo experienced was like? !

Although he saw a lot of things on the San Sheng Stone, he was still curious, curious about her world, curious about everything about her, and curious about her experiences that he didn't know about.

It seemed that as long as he understood these things, there would be no boundaries between him and Yan Wenmo, and no distinction between them, perfect like a complete circle.

Yan Wenmo glanced at him, a little hesitant, and asked tentatively:

"Actually, those stories aren't that great. Are you sure you want to listen?!"

Jiang Wenbai nodded and said seriously:

"I'm willing to listen to whatever you say"

Yan Wenmo looked at Jiang Wenbai again, and seeing that his eyes were pure and without any perfunctory or impatient expression, he began to speak.

She talked about Pangu creating the world, Nuwa creating humans, Fuxi, Suiren, Shennong, the battle between Yan and Huang, Xingtian dancing with the Ganqi, Jingwei filling the sea, and Houyi shooting down the sun.

She talked about Gonggong's attack on Mount Buzhou, Cangjie's creation of Chinese characters, Chang'e's flight to the moon, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Dayu's flood control, and many other stories that she had heard, seen, and understood.

In her stories, God is not omnipotent, and humans are not weak and can be bullied. Humans and God seem to be equal, just as God can make mistakes and fall in love with mortals, and humans can choose to shoot the sun in order to save themselves.

Jiang Wenbai looked at Yan Wenmo who was talking eloquently, with gentle eyes and a smile on his lips. He was not a person who liked to listen to stories, but if it was her who was telling the stories, he didn't seem to be so impatient.

“That’s about it.”

Yan Wenmo subconsciously took out a glass of juice, took a sip, and then seemed to remember something and asked Jiang Wenbai:

"Do you want to drink?!"

Jiang Wenbai nodded, and she took a glass of juice from the system space and handed it to him, then said:

"After drinking, it's time to get down to business. After all, someone has been following us all the way."

Her tone was somewhat serious, and Jiang Wenbai immediately restrained his expression and said solemnly:

"Is it difficult to deal with?!"

"good"

Yan Wenmo said as he threw the cup back into the system space, then stretched out his hand, grasped the Broken Moon Sword, and said with certainty:

"After all, he is not a big shot, just an ant showing off his skills in front of an expert."

Jiang Wenbai looked at Yan Wenmo's calm face, raised his eyebrows, and then held the Fenyang Sword in his hand, saying helplessly:

"You seem different from before?!"