Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Maybe it was because he missed the Yan family too much, but Yan Wenmo didn’t sleep well that night and had a rare nightmare.

In the dream, the Yan family members had pale faces, tears of blood, and loose hair. They grabbed her ankles with their claws and teeth and questioned her:

"Shuang'er, why don't you avenge us?! Why don't you kill the Demon Lord?! Why do you still let him live in this world?!..."

Yan Wenmo had no way to avoid or answer those questions.

She could only watch helplessly as she was dragged into the unfathomable hell bit by bit by those people. She was unable to make a sound and was left with only fear that lingered for a long time.

Yan Wenmo suddenly woke up from her dream and sat up abruptly. She looked around in fear. There was no Yan family, no hell, only the warm house as before, and the morning as bright as ever.

She gasped for breath, the scene in her dream still made her unable to recover, but before she could move, she heard the system in her sea of ​​consciousness spontaneously say a sentence:

[Host, don't let your imagination run wild. The Yan family won't hurt you, so don't put too much pressure on yourself.]

That's right, she shouldn't be feeling any pressure at this moment. After all, her life in the Demon Cult was very easy. How could she describe how easy it was?! In a trance, she actually had the illusion of returning to her life in the Yan Mansion.

When I wake up every day, there will be a maid to help me dress and wash, and the rest of the time I am free to do what I want.

She can go out for a walk, appreciate flowers, read a book, write, play the piano, and do whatever she wants, but she also knows that she is a bird in a cage and cannot be free at all.

She tried to divert her attention and make herself forget that she was a prisoner, but she seemed unable to do so, because she could not step out of the small courtyard of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, let alone go anywhere else.

Yan Wenmo felt like she was about to grow mushrooms, so when the Demon Lord was having dinner with her, she couldn't help but ask the Demon Lord:

"Can I go somewhere else, like the market outside the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, or somewhere else? It's a bit boring here."

When the demon lord heard her say this, he paused as he was adding more food to her plate, then said calmly:

"I'm busy today, let's go tomorrow. I'll go with you tomorrow."

Yan Wenmo saw that what he said was reasonable, and couldn't help but said:

“You don’t have to…”

Before she finished speaking, she saw the slightly warning look in the Demon Lord's eyes, and she changed the subject and said quickly:

"When tomorrow?!"

The Demon Lord skillfully placed a piece of tofu in her bowl and said with a smile:

"How about lunch? It's too early and you can't get up."

Seeing his teasing expression, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but twitch his lips and forced a smile:

"also"

Although I don't know what's wrong with the Demon Lord that he has to accompany me to the market, it's naturally great to be able to go out and relax.

Therefore, Yan Wenmo tried his best to suppress the indignation in his heart for being forced to go to the market with the Demon Lord, and pretended to be calm and calm as if nothing had happened.

Early the next morning, Yan Wenmo climbed out of bed, as if to prove that she could get up before noon. After getting up, she asked the girl who had been with her for several days to take her directly to the meeting hall.

The girl was stunned for a long time at Yan Wenmo's strange request, and then she said hesitantly:

"Girls go there..."

Yan Wenmo said with a beaming face:

"Go wait for him at the door, as soon as he comes out, I can go play?!"

At this moment, the girl had mixed feelings. As the steward who had stayed with the Demon Lord the longest, she felt for a moment that the young man in front of her was a little too stupid.

Although she didn't quite understand why the Lord cared about this young man? She also didn't understand why this young man didn't feel ashamed when he was wearing women's clothes? She didn't understand where he got the nerve to be so affectionate with the Lord?

But at this moment, she felt that the answer should be that this young man had a hole in his brain and was too stupid to see the humiliation and scheme of His Majesty.

Yan Wenmo was not interested in what the girl in front of her thought. She felt that as long as she was not locked up in the yard, everything would be fine.

Therefore, she went to the meeting hall happily to find the Demon Lord.

At this time, the Demon Lord was processing official documents from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. When he heard from his subordinates that Yan Wenmo was looking for him, he subconsciously put down the pen in his hand and said lightly:

"Let her in"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wenmo was invited in. Following behind her was the steward who had been with her for the past few days.

The Demon Lord glanced at the steward and said directly:

"Qiuyue, there is nothing for you to do here, please go down first."

The manager, whom he called Qiuyue, didn't say much and retreated very obediently.

Yan Wenmo looked at the empty meeting hall and the solemn and serious black decoration. He thought that his courtyard was probably the only one in the Wanmo Palace that was colorful.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the Demon Lord say in a teasing tone:

"You miss me so much that you can't even stay for an hour?!"

After hearing this, Yan Wenmo looked at the other person in shock, only to see that his eyes were full of smiles, and even his expression was somewhat teasing.

Subconsciously twitching his lips, Yan Wenmo said with a wry smile:

"Your Excellency, you are joking. How could I dare to have any desire for you? After all, I am a man and I don't like homosexuals."

I don’t know why, but when Yan Wenmo said the last sentence, the Demon Lord’s face suddenly turned cold, and he snorted and warned:

"You'd better not forget your identity?!"

Yan Wenmo forced a smile as a sign of his agreement. Seeing that she was sensible, the Demon Lord did not say much and continued to busy himself with reviewing documents.

Seeing that he did not pursue the matter, Yan Wenmo simply walked around. After all, she really had nothing to do at the moment, and seemed a little bored.

In this meeting hall, the pillars are black, the floor is black, the curtains are black, not to mention the black-robed Demon Lord sitting at the desk reviewing documents. It is simply blacker than it could be.

In such a depressing and distorted environment, ordinary people would become depressed. I believe that this is why the Demon Lord has become so completely perverted.

Yan Wenmo sat on a chair by himself and was about to take a rest when he heard the Demon Lord speak with a look of disgust:

"You are so tactless, don't you know how to grind ink for me?!"

Yan Wenmo hesitated when he heard this, and couldn't help but frowned and said:

"Isn't this good?"

The Demon Lord sneered and said sarcastically:

"Do you think you can get any good news from me?!"

Seeing his confident expression, Yan Wenmo couldn't help but roll his eyes. He stood up reluctantly, walked to the side of the Demon Lord, and started grinding ink.

Seeing her obedient face, the Demon Lord nodded with satisfaction, and then said abruptly:

"I'm not going to fight the Hengshan Sect anymore!"

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo glanced at him, and then replied lazily:

"Europe"

Seeing her laziness in answering, the Demon Lord couldn't help but look up at her and asked:

"You are not happy?! Don't you think this is a gift from me?!"

In response to this, Yan Wenmo looked at him unhappily and complained:

"Not fighting for now doesn't mean we won't fight in the future. What's there to be happy about?"

Hearing this, the Demon Lord was stunned subconsciously, then laughed and said proudly:

"So what do you think I'll do next?!"

Yan Wenmo was grinding ink with a nonchalant look on his face, and said lazily:

"If the righteous path doesn't work, then fight the evil path. Anyway, you can't give up your ambition to unify the world."

Yan Wenmo's answer was so unexpected to the Demon Lord that he couldn't help but continue to ask with interest:

"Then you said, I will take action against that demon?!"

"Hehuan Pie Bar"

"Why?!"

"The Hehuan Sect has been relying on its young Mahayana cultivator to stir up trouble every day recently, so we need to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys."

"What's next?!"

"Does it matter? No one can escape anyway."

After these conversations, the Demon Lord helped to determine the fate of other demon sects. Yan Wenmo spoke calmly, but the Demon Lord smiled happily.

He looked at Yan Wenmo with interest, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch her nose, and scolded:

"Those who know me best are thirteen"

Yan Wenmo looked at him with disdain as he pinched his nose and took his hand away. He looked at him speechlessly, and then said seriously:

“Thank you for your affirmation, but I don’t need it.”

The Demon Lord looked at her face full of disgust and burst into laughter. The laughter echoed throughout the Ten Thousand Demon Sect.