Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

As the saying goes, the country and the beauty cannot meet each other, so Gu Hansheng's current situation is more troublesome than those emperors, because he is a god, his responsibility and mission is to protect mortals and all living things, not to do it at all costs for one person.

You can't have your cake and eat it too, responsibility and love cannot coexist, and so, he just watched, watched Yan Wenmo get close to Jiang Wenbai, watched Jiang Wenbai look at Yan Wenmo, watched the two of them act as if no one was around, even though his jealousy made him almost crazy.

He knew he shouldn't have such emotions, but he couldn't control himself and even felt a little jealous.

Just when he was about to make a big scene out of jealousy, something unexpected happened around him. He didn't know if it was because of the booming business that he was being targeted, but in any case, there was actually someone looking for trouble in the restaurant run by Zhuishen.

The table and chair were kicked away with an extremely provocative kick. The muscular man with a face full of flesh stepped on the chair without any hesitation. He looked at the Fallen God who was coming towards him with a smile on his face and said provocatively:

"My brother has his eyes on this place. If you know what's best for you, get out of here now, or you'll be in trouble."

He spoke arrogantly and his attitude was extremely haughty. The fallen god looked at him with a smile on his face, but his tone was unusually strong:

"This guest must have drunk too much and is talking nonsense. My store is doing well, why are you leaving?!"

The sturdy man was not polite either. He kicked over the table and walked to the fallen god with a strong momentum. He grabbed his collar and warned him fiercely:

"Just leave if I tell you to. Don't be ungrateful. Otherwise, I won't be polite."

The fallen god looked at the strong man with a cold expression, sneered, and said sarcastically:

"Then I'd like to see how rude you can be."

Perhaps it was the first time that the sturdy man was refuted by someone, and in a fit of rage, he punched Zhuishen directly. Zhuishen was not polite either, and caught the fist from the sturdy man without even blinking.

Holding the fist of the sturdy man tightly, Zhuishen's eyes were full of murderous intent. The sturdy man was held by his fist and could not break free, so he could only kick Zhuishen in the abdomen.

As soon as he moved his feet, he was kicked in the knee by the Falling God rudely. His knees softened and he knelt on one leg. The Falling God's foot was on his calf, with a look of arrogance and indifference.

Seeing that the first blow failed, the sturdy man directly swung out with another fist, but it was easily caught by Zhuishen again. He unceremoniously broke the sturdy man's arm and left him lying on the ground wailing.

This series of events caused the customers who were resting, drinking tea and eating to scatter and flee.

The reason they ran away was that they were afraid that the strong man would retaliate against them. After all, this strong man was not a good person. Now that he had suffered a loss, he would definitely want to get back at them. Based on the principle of less trouble is worse than more trouble, it was better for them to run away first to save their lives.

On the other side, seeing those people picking up their belongings and leaving without hesitation, Jiang Wenbai, who was afraid that others would hurt Yan Wenmo, stood up directly and blocked Yan Wenmo, who was about to watch the fun, behind him.

Yan Wenmo hid behind him, clinging to his shoulders, watching the fight between the burly man and the fallen god with a curious look on his face.

Perhaps because he couldn't bear to see it, Gu Hansheng approached Yan Wenmo and asked in a low voice:

“Do you want to take action?”

Yan Wenmo just looked at him in surprise and stopped talking. In her opinion, now was not the time to take action, after all, the fallen god had not yet revealed his true colors.

It is better to observe first and then make plans. It is better to be safe than sorry!

Yan Wenmo didn't say anything, so Gu Hansheng didn't act rashly. The sturdy man wailed for a while, and then Zhuishen grabbed the collar and took him back to the restaurant without any courtesy. After a while, the wailing stopped, and Zhuishen walked out with the corner of his lips wiped.

He strolled leisurely, feeling very proud. He looked at the three remaining customers and could not help but ran up to them with a big smile on his face, trying hard to sell:

"Three guests, we have some new dishes. Would you like to come in and take a look?!"

This scene, this picture, this smile, no matter how you look at it, looks like the vendor selling human meat buns in a horror movie. There is no good intention in this.

In fact, when that person saw Yan Wenmo, his malicious smile became even deeper and looked extremely terrifying.

Yan Wenmo seemed to be frightened. She hid timidly behind Jiang Wenbai and looked at him warily. Seeing her like this, the smile on Zhuishen's face became even wider, and then he attacked instantly.

His hand went around Jiang Wenbai and Gu Hansheng and reached out to Yan Wenmo without hesitation. That arm didn't look like a human arm, but rather like rubber, extremely weird.

He moved nimbly around Gu Hansheng and Jiang Wenbai, his eyes fixed on Yan Wenmo. The closer his hand got to Yan Wenmo, the more obvious the smile on his face became.

At this moment, Jiang Wenbai drew his sword directly, and a faint blue flame instantly appeared. He swung the sword unceremoniously at the hand of the fallen god that dared to touch Yan Wenmo. The hand was burned by the flames and retracted instantly, but the other hand became more unscrupulous.

But he didn't think about it. Since Jiang Wenbai was a cultivator, how could Gu Hansheng not be one? So, before he touched the corner of Yan Wenmo's clothes, a sword pierced his chest directly.

The fallen god groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Gu Hansheng in disbelief. He didn't know what secret method he used, but he disappeared from the spot in an instant and grabbed Yan Wenmo.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

Yan Wenmo threw a bunch of magic spirit converters towards the fallen god without hesitation. She moved her hand and an iron rod appeared in her hand in an instant. She looked at the fallen god and hit him with the rod without any hesitation.

The iron rod was swung by her, making the fear on Zhuishen's face more obvious. He could feel his spiritual power being devoured and disappearing, and he could also feel that Yan Wenmo's iron rod had a restraining effect on him.

Every time the iron rod hit him, the dazzling Buddha's light would burn him, and he would spit out a mouthful of black blood, or even emit a black mist.

This was extremely disadvantageous to him, but even if he wanted to escape, he had nowhere to go because Jiang Wenbai and Gu Hansheng were watching him covetously.

The man, realizing that any further delay would be disadvantageous to him, swung his hands, and his rubber-like arms went around Yan Wenmo with great elasticity, ready to tie her up.

Upon seeing this, Yan Wenmo's eyes narrowed, and the iron rod in his hand instantly grew longer, and he hit the fallen god's head with it without any hesitation.

Black and gold blood flowed out of the wound, causing the rubber-like arm to pause for a moment, and then it grabbed Yan Wenmo without hesitation.

Yan Wenmo was not afraid and swung the iron rod again. Jiang Wenbai took the opportunity to entangle his left hand, and Gu Hansheng took the opportunity to intercept his right hand. His body was swayed from side to side by Yan Wenmo's beating like a date, and he vomited blood repeatedly.

Looking at Yan Wenmo with a sinister expression, the fallen god became ruthless and suddenly rose several dozen meters high, looking down at Yan Wenmo.

Yan Wenmo raised his eyebrows and sneered. The iron rod in his hand became longer, and then a lightning force was hidden in it. When Yan Wenmo attacked the fallen god, it exploded instantly.

Crackling sounds rang out one after another, like firecrackers. The fallen god's hair stood on end, his face turned black, and his spirit became much weaker.

Yan Wenmo looked at the listless fallen god in a daze for a moment, then put away the iron rod and took out the thunder god vine.

Like cracking a whip, Yan Wenmo, with an extremely vicious smile, unceremoniously whipped the fallen god with the thunder god vine. Every time he whipped it, a huge bolt of lightning would come out of the thunder god vine, which would burn the fallen god's outside and tender inside.

The fallen god would scream, look at Yan Wenmo with fear, retreat repeatedly, and even want to escape.