Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Once you enter the world, you have no choice. This sentence is often used to complain about doing things that you know are wrong.

Now that it is used here by Jiang Wenbai, although it is not inappropriate, it always feels inexplicably disgusting.

Shangguan Zhi was confused at the moment, and did not realize that what his junior brother said was inappropriate. Instead, he looked at the scenery in the distance with melancholy, and murmured:

"Is it so difficult to like someone?!"

Jiang Wenbai didn't say anything, but patted him on the shoulder, not sure whether it was encouragement or comfort.

Later, due to various reasons, Xie Xiaofeng, Zhao Wenlong, Su Nian, and Shangguan Zhi all interrupted their plans to move forward due to their own affairs. Therefore, in the end, only Jiang Wenbai was left to accompany Yan Wenmo.

Jiang Wenbai was quite satisfied with this. He didn't like too many people around Yan Wenmo. Now that everyone had left, no one would compete with him to be nice to her. He was not worried that Yan Wenmo would be snatched away by others because of a little kindness from others.

In fact, Yan Wenmo was aware of Jiang Wenbai's little thoughts, but she was too lazy to expose them, because if she did, it would only make the two of them more embarrassed, and there would be no other difference.

Did Jiang Wenbai really think that he couldn't tell that he was the one who arranged for these people to leave?

What happened in the sect? What happened to the nephew?! What happened to Yun Pudu ...

Without being disturbed by others, Jiang Wenbai could hold Yan Wenmo's hand with peace of mind, hold her in his arms with peace of mind, and carry her on the path with peace of mind.

This place is sparsely populated, but the scenery is extremely beautiful. Among the emerald green woods, pink and white wild flowers are in full bloom, birds are singing, bees and butterflies are playing, everything is thriving and complementing each other.

Yan Wenmo lay on Jiang Wenbai's back, looking at the surrounding scenery, and asked again:

"Are you tired? How about I come down and take a walk?"

Jiang Wenbai's breathing was steady, his movements were vigorous, and his tone was not forced at all. Instead, he said calmly:

"Stop it, it's not easy to walk here, what if you fall?!"

As he spoke, his body tilted and then steadied itself quickly. Yan Wenmo glanced at him speechlessly and simply stopped talking.

After walking along the path for about half an hour, we found a residence here. It was a newly built courtyard, not big, with only three rooms and a kitchen.

Yan Wenmo was subconsciously stunned when he saw the house, and then he was even more shocked when he saw the owner of the house. It was not for any other reason, but because the owner of this house should be a god.

It was the first time that Yan Wenmo had seen gods who were stranded on earth and unable to return to heaven because the towering tree was broken.

Yan Wenmo was stunned by the shock. Equally surprised was the owner of the house, a handsome man with elegant and free-spirited manners.

It seemed that the man met a stranger in this place for the first time, so he was quite hospitable and told Yan Wenmo and Jiang Wenbai that they could stay for dinner. Jiang Wenbai was a little unhappy about this, but Yan Wenmo seemed quite happy about it, so he let her do it.

The meal was a very ordinary home-cooked meal, including cold wild vegetables, fried pheasant eggs with leeks, stewed rabbit meat, and some dishes that I couldn't name.

This person seemed to like cooking very much, so he kept inviting Yan Wenmo and others to eat. Jiang Wenbai was very wary of his sudden enthusiasm, but Yan Wenmo didn't care.

As the lights flashed, Yan Wenmo found out that this man was a cooking god. He originally cooked in heaven. He came to the mortal world to find a seasoning and then go back. But the towering tree collapsed, so he just found a place to settle down.

In his words, he didn't know whether the Tongtian Tree could regenerate, so he just lived here temporarily. If it could regenerate, he would return to heaven. If it couldn't, he would stay in the human world and be a cook.

Anyway, he was originally a cook, and there was no difference between being in the human world and being in heaven. Seeing that he spoke calmly, Yan Wenmo looked at him curiously and asked:

"Speaking of which, can you gods swear with your soul and spiritual power?! What is that oath?! Is it that powerful??"

Seeing Yan Wenmo asking, the man was stunned for a moment, then put down the wine glass in his hand and explained solemnly:

"You are talking about the Origin Covenant, which is to swear with one's own soul that one will not do anything. If one violates it, not only will all of one's cultivation be lost, but one will also die. This is more terrifying to a god than letting him die."

The chef spoke seriously, but Yan Wenmo seemed to understand. She nodded to herself and then asked:

"Can God... harm mortals??"

Seeing Yan Wenmo actually asking such a question, the God of Cooking was stunned for a moment, and then he pondered for a long time before speaking:

"Yes, but if they harm humans, they will become fallen gods, which are similar to demons. Therefore, gods will not harm mortals unless necessary."

He explained it very well, and Yan Wenmo understood the difference. That is to say, gods can harm mortals, but the consequence of harming mortals is that they will degenerate into demons. There is no doubt about this.

Even if necessary, the gods can harm mortals and even take their lives at will, which is extremely disadvantageous to Yan Wenmo.

But even though she knew that those gods would harm humans, she had no choice at this moment. After all, the other party had not taken action yet, and she had no way to use high-sounding reasons to make them confess their guilt or even surrender.

Therefore, apart from enduring, she didn't know what else to do? ! Even more, was the so-called Origin Contract really that powerful? !

Seeing Yan Wenmo's doubtful expression, the man did not comment. Instead, he looked at Jiang Wenbai and asked:

"Boy, what are you doing here?! Let me tell you, Xiangliu from Shuiyueze has been released. I'm afraid that the whole world will have a hard time from now on. Why don't you stay here and make a home with me. Although this place is simple, it can at least shelter you from the wind and rain, and even withstand some attacks from certain people."

Jiang Wenbai rejected the chef's suggestion to keep him, without hesitation:

"No need. We still have things to do and can't stay here for too long. Not to mention, a cultivator should help the common people. How can they abandon ordinary people and run away when they encounter problems?! Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?!"

Seeing Jiang Wenbai actually said this, the man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Yan Wenmo. Yan Wenmo looked at him unceremoniously and said coldly:

"They are just a bunch of losers, how can I be afraid of them? Not to mention, since Kou can go there, why should I be so timid? Of course I have to fight them for a while."

Seeing the two people's stubborn expressions, the Kitchen God was a little stunned. He was silent for a long time, and then he spoke in a dark and complicated tone:

"Perhaps your courage deserves praise, but not all of the Protoss who remain here are like me. Do you really want to..."

Yan Wenmo rejected the kitchen god's consolation without hesitation:

"Don't say anything more. It's not a big deal. It's just a fight. At worst, I'll admit defeat in the end."

She said it calmly, as if it was a matter that could not be any smaller. Seeing her like this, the God of Cooking looked at Yan Wenmo in astonishment, thinking that even the evil spirits in the eighteen levels of hell were not as shameless and thick-skinned as her.