Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

After finishing the serious business, the two talked about some mundane things. Finally, Xiaoyaozi looked at Yan Wenmo's slightly thin face, sighed silently, and then said with a distressed look on his face:

"Forget it, you are tired too, go down and have a rest first."

Yan Wenmo didn't refuse after hearing this, but retreated directly. After all, she had finished talking about serious matters and mundane matters, and she really didn't know what to talk about with her fourth uncle? !

Xiaoyaozi looked at her leaving back, couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips, and murmured with a little relief on his face:

"Brother, you see, I am still somewhat useful. At least, I found my niece and I can protect her. I am not useless..."

As he spoke, his voice choked up and his eyes became red.

He subconsciously stretched out his left hand to cover his eyes, as if he didn't want the tears to fall, but tears flowed out from between his fingers and wet his cheeks.

I remember the place where we held hands in the old days, now the water is far away and the mountains are long. The silk handkerchief is soaked with tears and the makeup is left. In the new dream of the old joy, I think about you in my spare time.

Brother, I really miss you and you all so much. I really want to go back to the beginning, back to the time when I had not yet become your apprentice.

At that time, I was not Xiaoyaozi yet. I was just your younger brother, the young master of the Yan family. I didn't need to eliminate demons and defend the way of justice, nor did I need to save the people.

I just need to be by your side, listen to you, get married and have children, become an official, and live a stable life, but these are ultimately... impossible.

As soon as Yan Wenmo left the house and closed the door, he saw Jiang Wenbai squatting at the door with a bruised face. He didn't know what he was doing squatting there? ! Could it be that he wanted to eavesdrop? !

But he must have miscalculated. After all, he was discussing private matters with his fourth uncle, so he habitually used soundproofing.

Therefore, even if he squatted outside the door, he might not be able to hear anything.

Seeing Yan Wenmo coming out of the room, Jiang Wenbai stood up quickly. He took out the Fen Yang Sword that he had always carried with him from his waist, presented it with both hands, and handed it to Yan Wenmo, saying:

"Senior, I am here to return the sword."

Yan Wenmo looked at him with a complicated expression, showing his extremely respectful appearance, but he did not directly extend his hand. Instead, he said:

"This sword has recognized its master!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wenbai raised his eyes in surprise and looked at Yan Wenmo with confusion.

In this regard, Yan Wenmo could only explain:

"Any divine weapon with some intelligence will choose its master, not to mention this Burning Sun Sword, which is a rare divine weapon. Since it has already recognized you as its master, even if you return it to me, it will only be a piece of scrap metal in my hands. So, you don't have to return it to me."

As soon as Yan Wenmo finished speaking, the Fen Yang Sword "buzzed" twice, and it was unclear whether it was in agreement or disapproval.

Jiang Wenbai looked at Yan Wenmo with a complicated expression, silently took back the Fen Yang Sword and hung it around his waist, and said with a wry smile:

"So, since that day, you didn't ask me for the sword because you knew that the sword had already recognized its master, right?!"

In response to Jiang Wenbai's bitter smile, Yan Wenmo chose to remain silent, because what he said was true. It was precisely because she saw that the Fen Yang Sword had recognized its master that she did not ask for it.

But she looked at his gloomy expression, thought for a moment, and then comforted him:

"Actually, there's no need for you to snatch it. If you really need it, I may not refuse to give it to you. If you snatch it, on the contrary..."

At this point, she paused subconsciously and said:

"You don't need to fight for it. If you need it, you can tell me. I will try my best to satisfy you. I don't necessarily care about these mundane things."

Although this vulgar item called Fen Yang is indeed too precious and too painful to buy.

But if you really need it, I wouldn't be so stingy as not to give you a sword, although it would really hurt.

And that broken sword spirit, wasn't it imprisoned by the system for hundreds of years?! Is it necessary to be so impatient to recognize the master when you see someone?! Are you so afraid that I will stuff you back into the system space?!

What a shortsighted person! My disciple is good in every way. How can he be inferior to Jiang Wenbai? And yet he recognized himself as the master as soon as he was taken into someone's hands. It really pissed her off.

The topic should have ended here, but Jiang Wenbai suddenly raised his eyes to look at Yan Wenmo and asked directly:

"What about you?! Will you stay or leave?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at him, thought for a moment, and then said sincerely:

"Sorry, I can't stay here any longer, I still have a lot of things to do?!"

In response to Yan Wenmo's rejection, Jiang Wenbai pursed his lips. He looked at Yan Wenmo with a hurt expression. After a while, he asked in a low voice:

"Are you going to find Xie Xiaofeng?!"

Although Yan Wenmo didn't quite understand why he showed such an expression, he still answered truthfully:

"right"

"Are they all more important than me in your eyes?!"

Inexplicably, Jiang Wenbai suddenly said this.

Just one sentence almost broke Yan Wenmo's CPU. She looked at Jiang Wenbai in confusion, not understanding what he meant. But Jiang Wenbai seemed to have found an outlet and asked:

"Why save Xuanyuan Jing?! Why give her Thunder God Vine?! Why take her to Sunset Forest?! Why accept a disciple?! Why take Su Nian to watch the iron flower…"

He remembered each and every one of them clearly. The more he talked about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Even the way he looked at Yan Wenmo was filled with resentment and sadness.

Yan Wenmo looked at him in bewilderment, not understanding what was wrong with him? !

"I am the one who has been with you the longest?! I am the one closest to you?! But you gave all the good things to them and never thought of me. Even this sword was given to me because you saw it recognized its master and it was useless."

The grievance and accusation in his tone made Yan Wenmo feel like a scumbag who abandoned her husband and children. But, she...she did nothing wrong, right? !

Subconsciously frowning and thinking for a long time, Yan Wenmo felt that she was not wrong, but when she saw Jiang Wenbai's expression, she felt that she must have done something wrong.

"They are all girls, why are you arguing with them?!"

Facing Jiang Wenbai's accusing gaze, Yan Wenmo gritted his teeth and said this, but this sentence was like igniting a bomb, igniting all of Jiang Wenbai's anger.

"Just because they are girls and they need you, you can always be with them and care about them. But what about me?! Do I not need you?!"

In response to Jiang Wenbai's question, Yan Wenmo directly explained:

"Don't you always have someone with you? Your senior brothers, junior sisters, and your..."

At this point, she looked at Jiang Wenbai with an ambiguous expression and said sincerely:

“So, it’s the same even without me.”

"Different"

Jiang Wenbai said this, his expression becoming excited.

He strode up to Yan Wenmo, put his hands on her shoulders, and said with a fragile and stubborn look:

"You are different from them, do you understand?! You...you are my family, my relatives, I can live without them, but...but I can't...can't..."

Jiang Wenbai began to stutter as he spoke. He looked stubbornly at the confused Yan Wenmo, and his hands clenched tighter and tighter.

The pain in her arm made Yan Wenmo frown. She looked at Jiang Wenbai unhappily and whispered:

"Let go, you're hurting me"

Jiang Wenbai still looked at her stubbornly, with no intention of letting go.

Yan Wenmo looked at him, hesitating to speak, and inexplicably thought of a possibility, and said in a trembling voice:

"Don't tell me you like me?!"

Don't blame her for her trembling voice. It was really that the atmosphere at the moment made her feel too ambiguous. Fortunately, Jiang Wenbai was still rational. Hearing this, he let go of her hand like lightning, and Yan Wenmo also subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Fortunately, the male protagonist didn’t like her. There was no better news than this.

Jiang Wenbai looked at her awkwardly, his face flushed, and he said sincerely:

"I just treat you as a brother and don't want you to leave. Don't think too much, really don't think too much."

As if afraid that Yan Wenmo would misunderstand him, he explained for a long time, and then fled in Yan Wenmo's understanding gaze.