Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

From ancient times to the present, people with power have always had privileges.

Just like Yan Wenmo had just become the leader of the Bloodthirsty Hall for less than half a day, it only took an incense stick of time for her to give the order to Lai Fu, and Lai Fu was washed and brought to her respectfully.

Lai Fu, who was invited, thought that the big shot wanted to kill him, and he kept crying out for injustice along the way.

This mournful cry of injustice contained the sorrow and regret before death, the worry and concern for his newlywed wife, and more importantly, the fear that he would really die.

If I die, what will happen to Xiao Cui?! She is a weak woman, unable to lift anything with her hands or shoulders, and she has a problem of being kind-hearted. In this world, kindness is the original sin. I can't protect her, and I don't know what she will do in the future?!

Thinking of this, he looked at the blood-red hall in front of him and the tightly closed door. He allowed the follower beside him to tiptoe and push the door open, and then pushed himself in very roughly.

He was extremely nervous and was pushed into the hall. He almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he quickly steadied himself and stood firmly.

He didn't dare to look up and could only kneel on the ground timidly, darting his eyes around and listening to the movements around him with his body and mind alert, as if he was a frightened rabbit.

Yan Wenmo looked at the man kneeling on the ground, slowly walked down from the throne, and approached Lai Fu step by step.

Lai Fu listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer. His heart beat so fast that he almost suffocated. He lowered his head even more. A drop of sweat slid from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and then splashed a small splash of water on the floor.

The footsteps stopped in front of him. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly. Yan Wenmo squatted down, looked at Lai Fu who was cowering in front of him, and said in a gentle tone:

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Butler Lai Fu seems to have gained a lot of weight."

This familiar and rather teasing voice made Lai Fu's eyes widen instantly. He looked up in disbelief and looked at Yan Wenmo who was squatting in front of him. His originally frightened heart suddenly jumped for joy but then sank in an instant.

This is the Demon Cult, not the mansion in Chunshui City. Even though Yan Wenmo knows him, he may not let him go.

Thinking of this, Lai Fu silently lowered his head and prayed humbly:

"Madam, please...please let me go. If you want, I can give up my tongue. I will never speak in my life, as long as you let me go."

The reason why he made this condition was because he knew that as the leader of a sect, the experience of being treated as the wife of the Demon Lord was absolutely a shame for her, so he made this condition.

But Yan Wenmo was stunned when she heard this, then laughed and shook her head. She stood up and said with a rather disappointed tone:

"Okay. But I don't need your tongue. It's useless to me."

Having said that, she turned around and set foot on the road to the throne step by step. Her expression was inexplicably self-deprecating. Perhaps she was mocking herself, or perhaps she was mocking others, or maybe both.

For some reason, Lai Fu secretly raised his head. He looked at Yan Wenmo's back as he slowly walked towards the throne. That back looked thin, lonely, yet so determined.

Lai Fu was sent away by Jiang Wenbai not long after. Many captured mortal monks also went with him. This surprised Lai Fu, but he didn't dare to ask too much, for fear of asking something he shouldn't know.

Yan Wenmo let those people go because all the cultivators in the Bloodthirsty Hall had been fed with the Zombie God Powder, so they naturally did not need to suck the blood of mortals to improve their cultivation.

Another reason is that she originally came to the Bloodthirsty Hall to save people. Although she is now the leader of the Bloodthirsty Hall, this is just one of her ways of revenge.

She and the Demon Lord are in a life-and-death battle. The Demon Lord wants to unify the demon world, but she sets up many obstacles on his road to success. She wants to let the Demon Lord see that being her enemy is not a wise decision.

Now, the Ghost King Sect and the Bloodthirsty Hall have been destroyed, but there are still the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Ten Thousand Insect Valley, the Star Constellation Sect and other demon sects that have not been eradicated. In addition, it is already February, so the Demon Lord should be ready to make a move.

Perhaps, she could completely eliminate the Demon Lord when he set his sights on other demon sects, or find the last remains of the ancient demon god as soon as possible.

If she finds the last piece of the ancient demon's bones, she can upgrade to level 70, so that she can avenge her parents sooner.

As soon as this thought came up, it was captured by the system, which sighed silently and then advised:

"Host, you have bitten off more than you can chew. You are growing too fast now, and you have not yet used your abilities flexibly. Being too powerful is of no benefit to you at this moment."

Seeing the system admonishing him, Yan Wenmo was silent for a long time, then lowered his eyes, nodded obediently and said:

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

At this moment, Gu Hansheng's rather teasing voice rang in her ears:

"You, the leader of the Bloodthirsty Hall, got it too easily. There was not even any obstacle."

At some point, Gu Hansheng sat lazily on the armrest of the throne, looking at Yan Wenmo who was sitting on the throne with a smile, and couldn't help but look curious.

He originally thought that Yan Wenmo's attempt to subdue the Bloodthirsty Hall would encounter obstacles, but he did not expect it to be surprisingly smooth, which was beyond his expectations.

Yan Wenmo looked at the empty hall with a cold expression, and spoke in a haughty and even slightly disdainful tone:

"If you put enough obstacles in this sect, it is to be expected that a hundred people will respond to your call."

This answer was simple and crude, yet extremely reasonable. Gu Hansheng was stunned for a moment, but then he burst out laughing.

He reached out to touch Yan Wenmo's face, but she subconsciously dodged it. He was not angry, but asked in a gentle tone:

"You want power?! You want to be the king of this world?! I can help you. I can give you whatever you want."

"unnecessary"

Without any hesitation, Yan Wenmo directly refused. She subconsciously looked at Gu Hansheng, sneered, and said sarcastically:

"I never need charity from others for what I want. If you dare to act on your own, we'll see what happens."

"Shuang'er, you know I have no ill will towards you."

Reaching out to touch Yan Wenmo's face, Gu Hansheng's face was full of seriousness and tenderness. He subconsciously lowered his tone and said gently:

"As long as you are happy, I can do anything?"

Yan Wenmo looked at him with a half-smile and said sarcastically:

"What if I asked you to kill people, burn houses, and rob houses? Would you agree to that?"

Without any hesitation, Gu Hansheng moved closer to Yan Wenmo, lowered his voice, and whispered:

"I am willing to do anything for you"

In response to this, the smile on Yan Wenmo's face turned a little colder. She grabbed Gu Hansheng's face, which was getting closer to her, and said in a cold tone:

"So, if one day you fall in love with someone else, you can kill me just to please that person. How can you talk about love with someone who has no moral principles or ethics?!"

'This is different'

Gu Hansheng's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were fixed on Yan Wenmo. He reached out and held Yan Wenmo's hand that was pressed on his face, touched her palm with his lips, and said softly:

"Shuang'er is different. I only love Shuang'er. What does it have to do with me? "

The wetness and slight itch on her palm made Yan Wenmo withdraw her hand in fear. She looked at Gu Hansheng in disbelief, stood up from the throne, and scolded:

"are you crazy"

Gu Hansheng looked at her tenderly, and spoke in a gentle tone with a hint of temptation:

"Shuang'er, you and I are husband and wife, is there anything about you that I can't touch?! Huh?!"

The last note of his voice was slightly raised, as if it was bewitching. Yan Wenmo looked at him with disdain, turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open.