Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

In a blink of an eye, Yan Wenmo had already stayed in the Demon Cult for several days. During these days, except that the Demon Lord would occasionally accompany her for meals and his eyes would be absent-minded when he looked at her, there was no other change.

Therefore, Yan Wenmo was extremely certain that the Demon Lord most likely regarded her as a substitute for someone else.

Although I don't understand why there is a stand-in plot in this fantasy novel, but judging from his expressions and actions, he probably thinks of himself as his ex-wife or lover.

She doesn't care about this. After all, as long as her bottom line is not crossed, she is easy to get along with.

Besides, a substitute has its own advantages, not to mention that she is the only substitute. As long as the real owner doesn't come back, she, as a substitute, can do a lot of things.

After a few days of hearsay and systematic analysis, Yan Wenmo has a rough understanding of the distribution of all the power of the Demon Cult.

First of all, the demon sect that the Demon Lord belongs to has a name, it is called the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, and the Demon Lord is the leader of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect.

Even apart from the largest sect, the Wanmo Sect, there are also other sects such as the Hehuan Sect, the Ghost King Sect, the Blood-sucking Hall, the Tianmo Sect, the Ten Thousand Insect Valley, the Xingxiu Sect, etc.

These sects generally operate independently of the righteous path and do not interfere with each other. There are occasional mergers, but they are not serious.

The place where she lives now is called the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons. In addition to the two saints, four elders and twelve halls introduced in the novel, there are also eight palaces, eight halls and eight other power divisions.

Generally speaking, the Demon Cult's foundation is deeper than what the author wrote in the novel. There are no less than a hundred cultivators in the Demon Transformation Stage, and the remaining Mahayana, Nascent Soul, and Golden Core stages are also countless.

Upon hearing this news, Yan Wenmo suddenly felt that his desire for revenge was like a gnat trying to shake a tree, a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or an egg trying to hit a rock, which was a dead end.

But fortunately, she knew it very early and knew the gap, so she had enough judgment.

Although the Ten Thousand Demons Sect has a strong foundation, the righteous sects are not just there to do nothing.

Even though the strongest of the righteous cultivators walking around outside are not even at the Mahayana stage, who knows if the most powerful ones are still practicing in seclusion? After all, the Haotian Sect has a supreme elder, right? !

Although they are optimistic, they still need to work hard to complete their tasks. Therefore, apart from occasionally accompanying the Demon Lord to perform as a loving couple, more time is spent on cultivation.

On this day, after sending the Demon Lord away again, Yan Wenmo habitually began to prepare for training again, but the system in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly spoke inexplicably:

[Host, do you want to set off fireworks today? It's free.]

As it said that, it actually opened the system control panel. Yan Wenmo saw the fireworks on the system panel and was silent for a long time before he said with regret:

“It’s my birthday again.”

When the system heard this, it emitted a white light in a soothing manner and whispered:

[Host, take a break today and go set off fireworks. You haven't seen fireworks in many years.]

Yan Wenmo stared at the still blue sky absentmindedly. After a long silence, he whispered:

"Really?! But I don't want to watch the fireworks alone."

It had indeed been a long time since she last watched fireworks, so long that she had forgotten what fireworks looked like! It had been so long that she had forgotten her own birthday!

The reason for this is...she has lost her loved ones for so long that she can't even remember what they looked like.

The faces in my memory were so clear at first, but now I can’t piece them together anymore.

But she still remembers, she still remembers that every year the Yan family would celebrate her birthday with her, she would receive many gifts, she would receive many blessings, at that time she was like the happiest person in the world, but now she is left alone.

She remembers the longevity noodles and the longevity lock. She remembers someone scolding her for being one year older. She also remembers someone touching her head and saying happy birthday.

She remembered the praise she received when she was held up as a child, and the gentle instructions she received when she grew up. She remembered the joy of receiving gifts, and the careful care she received when she was held in their hands, but she had forgotten their faces, so much so that she could not even remember the details.

Time is really a cruel thing, so cruel that before she knew it, she could no longer remember many things. She only remembered the deep hatred and the obsession that she had never let go of.

She was like a person who was clinging to the past in vain and refused to let go, but she still did not repent and was content to live with it.

Yan Wenmo finally set off the fireworks. In an open area somewhere in the Demon Cult, she sat alone on the roof, watching the fireworks blooming in the sky, beautiful and brilliant but flashing by.

The system gave a lot of fireworks, each one was very beautiful, but Yan Wenmo's heart was empty, like a hole that could not be filled.

On this day, fireworks appeared in the sky of the Demon Cult for the first time, and it was also the first time that such a beautiful scenery appeared. Everyone subconsciously looked up at the fireworks, as if they were looking at some rare miracle.

It only took a few minutes for those people to go from being initially frightened by the fireworks to being stunned, shocked, and amazed. But to Yan Wenmo, these few minutes were nothing but a boring pantomime.

She stared blankly at the sky, letting the fireworks bloom and fall. Her eyes reflected the brilliance of the fireworks, but there was not a bit of joy in her.

"Happy birthday"

After a long time, she whispered to herself, then took a deep breath, stood up, and left.

Behind him, the fireworks were still brilliant, but in front of him was unrepentant loneliness. Yan Wenmo silently moved from the bustle to silence, like a lonely spectator.

"Your Majesty, it was Miss Yan who was setting off the fireworks."

In the meeting hall, a servant suddenly ran in and said.

Hearing this, the Demon Lord's expressionless face curled up into a smile, and no one knew what he was laughing at. Instead, he said in a gentle tone:

"I see"

As he spoke, he looked at the elders in front of him and couldn't help but lower his voice and said:

"In that case, the righteous sects should stop moving and attack other evil sects, such as the Hehuan Sect, which has been acting unruly recently."

The elders of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect looked at him in disbelief, as if they were looking at a stranger. After a long while, one of them said hesitantly:

"Your Majesty, we lost so many people from the Hengshan Sect, and you just say you don't want to fight?!"

The Demon Lord looked at him with great arrogance, snorted and asked:

"Those famous and upright sects claim that they won't resort to despicable means, but every time we attack them, they are inexplicably poisoned and knocked unconscious. Now, three Mahayana elders have fallen into their hands. Tell me, how should we fight them?!"

The elder was choked by his question and was speechless for a long time, while the others also looked embarrassed and seemed to have lost interest.

After dealing with these troublesome elders, the Demon Lord seemed to be in a good mood. He walked out of the hall on his own, and even his steps became lighter.

It was just unexpected that the fireworks were still there at the place where they were originally set off, but the people who were watching the fireworks were nowhere to be seen.

He laughed at himself, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself for being too sentimental or for coming to the wrong place.

Subconsciously glancing at the still brilliant fireworks in the night sky, the Demon Lord stared at them for a long time before muttering absentmindedly:

"How long do I have to keep deceiving myself?! You knew he was fake, and where did you go?! Why didn't you come to me?! Aren't we husband and wife?! Why don't you come to me?!"

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes, looking lonely and fragile. After a while, he raised his head again and muttered to himself:

"It's okay. I will find you eventually. No matter where you are, you are mine. You swore to be my wife."

After saying this, for some unknown reason, he went to the meeting hall again. At this time, the elders in the hall had already left, and he sat at the desk and continued to read official documents.

Beside him, the lights were still on, as if they had been waiting for him for a long, long time.