Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

The withered bones yearn for the human world, and their resentment is hard to dissipate.

The young man in white watched Yu Zhao wipe the sweat from the forehead of the young man who was sleeping on the ground, while the evil black fox lay lazily on the ground with a terrifying red line between its eyebrows.

The furry fox tail slapped the ground from time to time, and the demonic energy it raised was like burnt charcoal, scorching and suffocating.

Shen Yuzhuo was stunned. A thin layer of sweat quickly appeared on his back and his face turned pale.

If he really faced a fallen immortal, he would not be able to defeat him with his current strength.

Yu Zhao raised his eyes and saw that Shen Yuzhuo's face was pale and there was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his nose. He felt puzzled and raised his eyebrows to ask.

"Are you hot?"

She just felt a little cold on her back, probably because of the ice stone, but she didn't think much about it.

Shen Yuzhuo restrained his emotions and pretended not to see the black fox. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from the tip of his nose, trying to avoid those purple eyes, and whispered, "It's a bit hot indeed."

He asked in return: "Yu Zhao, don't you feel hot?"

There was magma all around, and circles of heat waves hit the door, making it feel like it was being roasted on a fire.

"I feel a little cold." Yu Zhao was still a little worried about his unconscious master, so he replied casually.

It's right to be cold. How can you not be cold when you are being entangled by a fallen immortal?

Shen Yuzhuo thought so in his heart, but he still held his breath and didn't say anything. He knew that every grievance should be punished, so he should find Yu Zhao.

Yu Zhao lowered his eyes slightly, trying to see something from Shen Yuzhuo's face, but unfortunately he concealed it very well and he couldn't see anything.

The blue bird, transformed into a free-range chicken, took out a stick of incense and lit it in a hurry. He was very nervous because the soul of the mountain master had floated out and he had to call him back.

A thin cloud of smoke curled up, and Yu Zhao looked at Qingniao, who was feeling guilty and ashamed. Something was wrong, he was hiding something from her.

There is a situation.

Everyone has their own little secret, but she is the only one who is kept in the dark.

"Haha." Bluebird laughed awkwardly and said cunningly, "The mountain master likes to light incense when he sleeps. I lit it for him. Maybe he will wake up later."

It’s better to wake up naturally and everyone is safe.

Shen Yuzhuo looked calmly at the dark fox phantom. The floating soul was trembling slightly under the influence of the thin smoke. He waved his claws to blow away the smoke. The fox's eyes were full of impatience.

He... doesn't want to return to his physical body?

Could it be that if Yu Zhao is not dead, his obsession will not be resolved?

Yu Zhao frowned, his eyes darting between Qingniao and Shen Yuzhuo. The young man calmly held the magic sword and avoided his sight, while Qingniao's small eyes darted left and right.

The earth dragon on the side squatted obediently, like a large monster doll, and the Dragon Sword Spirit continued to tease the fish in the magma, having a lot of fun.

"Stinky fish, if you dare, jump up and bite me!"

“I came here, and I floated away again~”

"Hehehe...you can't bite me!"

Yu Zhao's mouth twitched. He decided to start with Qingniao. He lifted Qingniao up and took him aside to interrogate him. "Senior Qingniao, are you hiding something from me?"

"No, Yu girl, don't wrongly accuse me, an old man." The blue bird raised its plump body, like a proud rooster, "You know me, I will never lie."

After he finished speaking, he covered his beak and didn't even dare to breathe, as if he was avoiding communication.

After all, the more he talked, the more flaws he would reveal. If he didn't say anything, Yu Zhao would have no way to deal with him.

"Don't tell me." Yu Zhao smiled and curled the corners of his mouth. "Then from now on, my junior sister and I won't secretly grab rice to feed you."

The bluebird was petrified on the spot, its heart dead, and it curled up like a dead fish, but still refused to speak.

This didn't work, so Yu Zhao turned around and grabbed Shen Yuzhuo's clothes. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed something. Something was pressed against her neck, and the cold breath sprayed on her skin, making her shiver.

"Honestly, is there something around here?"

The young man in front of him couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. His handsome face was filled with sharpness, like a sword being unsheathed. His muscles were tense, his lips were pursed, and he said nothing.

Shen Yuzhuo raised his eyes slightly, and looked deeply into her eyes with his obsidian eyes. His index finger fell on the hilt of the sword, and he could pull out the Youlong Sword with just a little force. This was his usual action when drawing the sword.

The scabbard reflected a cold light that interacted with the boy's eyes. "Since you've already guessed it, why ask me?"

Yu Zhao was stunned. She had guessed correctly. There really was something invisible. She wrinkled her clothes and asked seriously, "Is it dangerous?"

"What do you think?" Shen Yuzhuo threw the question to her again. After all, it wasn't him who was pestering her, so he must be safe.

Unexpectedly, Yu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged, "It should be fine."

If something really happened, Qingniao and Shen Yuzhuo would not be so calm.

There are risks, but it's safe for now. That's all I need to know. We still have to wait for Master to wake up, so it's not appropriate to move.

In the silent firelight, the black fox's fur was sharp and had a beautiful sheen. Black mist was swirling around, and one couldn't see one's hand in front of one's face. It was like smog, oppressing one's vision.

At this moment, he narrowed his purple eyes slightly, like a beast choosing its prey, waiting for it to take the bait.

Shen Yuzhuo smacked his lips, swallowed his saliva and said nothing. He felt increasingly uneasy. All he could do now was to silently repeat "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor" hundreds of times.

Finally, Yu Zhao let go of his hand, sat on the ground and lowered his eyes. Now all he could do was wait.

After meditating for an hour, Cui Yu still didn't wake up.

Yu Zhao sat aside, supporting his chin with one hand, envious of his master's long hair. He reached out and touched it. It was silky smooth, like fine silk, and a little cool.

Actually, I wanted to touch it a long time ago.

But she had never done it before, and now was her chance to succeed.

The young man still had his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up. His handsome face looked a little weird in the firelight, and his exquisite white robe was meticulously worn. At this moment, he looked a bit like Sleeping Beauty while sleeping.

Yu Zhao had nothing to do, so she methodically helped her master "take care" of her long hair, braiding it into small braids. This was one of the few hairstyles she knew how to do.

By the way, the other one is a high ponytail.

My junior sister is quite good at making fashionable hairstyles for women, and sometimes she combs her hair for her.

Just when she was braiding the third braid, the eyelashes of the young man sleeping beside her trembled under his white veil, and their eyes met Yu Zhao's interested eyes.

Cui Yu sat up, but she still held his hair tightly.

"Master, you finally woke up." Yu Zhao silently let go of his black hair. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he could only put them on his knees obediently.

"I woke up from the pain." A clear voice suddenly rang beside his ears. Yu Zhao was startled, but he continued, "You almost ripped my scalp off."

Yu Zhao smiled awkwardly, secretly gathered the hair in his hand and hid it in his palm. He had indeed accidentally pulled out a few strands just now, but not many.

The next second, Cui Yu's slender fingers picked up a few strands of shiny hair and held them in front of Yu Zhao, with a slightly rising tone at the end of his voice.

"Hmm? Disciple, what's going on?"

Looking at this genuine accusation, Yu Zhao argued seriously, "Master, you are losing your hair."

"But don't worry, the Sect Master loses more hair, so the few you have lost are relatively few."

Cui Yu's mouth twitched, suppressing the anger in his heart and asking, "Am I old?"

There was a tone of "Look at my beautiful face and say it again", Yu Zhao blinked and shook his head frantically.

"Not old."

Just old age.

She understands.

Master has been moody lately. There are always those days in life when people are in a state of moodiness. Maybe she has reached menopause.