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

"Sister..."

Leng Quanyi stared at Yu Zhao in front of her. She really wanted to ask if her senior sister hated her and that was why she ignored her this morning.

Just because she didn't take the initiative to talk, will the senior sister not say anything?

Yu Zhao looked at her in confusion, "What's wrong?"

She didn't dare ask her why she skipped class today, thinking that something might have happened that made her unhappy.

The hem of her skirt lifted slightly, and the girl threw herself into Yu Zhao's arms, holding them tightly. Yu Zhao frowned, but did not rush to push her away. He felt that his waist was about to be broken by her. With such strength, it would be a pity if he did not go to the blacksmith shop in the market to work part-time.

"Sister, do you hate me?" she asked softly.

The girl's body was trembling a little. Yu Zhao felt the softness of her chest and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Dreams are just dreams and should not be taken seriously.

And the arc is similar to hers.

This is thanks to the fact that every morning Leng Quanyi would thoughtfully lay a layer of mat just like her senior sister, and she could be called the immortal version of a mat person.

Yu Zhao really wanted to pry her hand away, but after trying twice, he failed and it didn't move at all. Leng Quanyi's title of "the girl with super strength" was not groundless, it was recognized by everyone in the Qingcheng Sect.

"I don't hate you." Yu Zhao resigned himself to his fate and let her hold him, changing the subject. "So you're not going to your master's place today?"

Skipping class openly...

The head resting on her shoulder moved, arched its back and moved closer. Leng Quanyi's voice was a little depressed, "I want to stay with Senior Sister."

She didn't want to stay with those stinky senior brothers and listen to their whining and complaining.

Yu Zhao's grip on her arm froze, his mind wandering, and he didn't hear clearly what she said.

I always feel that my junior sister's arms haven't been trained much, so how come they are stronger than hers? How much strength does it take to draw a talisman? It's like doodling on paper, not like dragging a brush that's stronger than your waist across the ground to write.

Even she, a sword cultivator, felt a little inferior.

Her scattered black hair hung down like a lost deer caught in a trap, blocking her sight. Sniffing the fragrance at the tip of her nose, Leng Quanyi felt a little confused. Her senior sister didn't take her with her to the small secret realm, so what about next time?

How long will the next separation be? Three days? Ten days? Half a month? A year?

Senior sister can live tenaciously wherever she goes, but she can't. She will miss her and think of her all the time.

The girl was originally about the same height as her, but now she seemed to have grown a bit taller. Yu Zhao gestured up and down, and lowered his eyes to see if his junior sister could use insoles.

"Senior Sister, please take me with you no matter what you do in the future. Don't leave me behind, okay?"

Yu Zhao felt uncomfortable listening to her insecure words. She raised her hand and touched the top of her head until her hair was a little frizzy.

The soft touch felt like petting a big dog.

Yu Zhao sighed softly and tried to reason with her, "Silly child, you're not my pet, how can I possibly carry you with me all the time?"

"Everyone's path is different. Even those on the same path have different paths. How can we be together forever?"

What's more, the place she was going to was dangerous, and it would be bad if she accidentally led her junior sister into trouble. After all, people trusted her so much, and no one could predict what would happen in the future, and her luck had never been very good.

After staying in the Demon Cave for ten years with the little monster, we will be separated, and the same goes for my junior sister.

"Just be good and practice hard, and we'll meet at the top."

The words were so clear, she should understand, right? Yu Zhao pushed her shoulders away, and then he was stunned. The girl in front of him had red eyes, and her tears were falling. She looked like she would drown if she continued crying.

Yu Zhao didn't know why she could cry so much. Leng Quanyi reached out and grabbed her sleeve, crying breathlessly, as if she wanted to vent all her emotions.

While crying, she took off her hairband and tied it into a beautiful knot around her neck.

Then he handed the other end to Yu Zhao and held her hand lightly.

"Then I'll be Senior Sister's pet, so I can always have you with me."

Yu Zhao was petrified instantly. It turned out that she had said a lot of nonsense, but this crying little sister didn't listen to a word she said.

She didn't dare to think about how many disciples would look down on her and how many monks would curse her if she took her junior sister out, looking at them as if they were some new species.

"I don't have that habit."

Yu Zhao stiffly pushed away the little hand covering the back of her hand and loosened her hairband. Unexpectedly, Leng Quanyi took off another hairband and tied it around Yu Zhao's neck in a lightning speed, revealing a devilish smile.

"Then Senior Sister will be my pet?"

She looked aggrieved one second, but her expression changed the next...

Yu Zhao's mouth twitched. He thought it was a pity that his junior sister didn't learn Sichuan Opera face-changing. Then he raised his hand and gave her a slap on the head.

"If you continue to make trouble, I'll give you a slap in the face!"

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand threateningly, as if to slap her, but she was reluctant to do so. This silly junior sister was good in every way except that she had a strange way of thinking.

The bamboo leaves rustled. Yu Zhao, with his sharp ears and eyes, heard some movement and realized someone was coming.

The bamboo forest was dense, completely obscuring the figures of the two people. She turned her head slightly, trying to see who was coming, but the breeze brought a fishy smell and a faint smell of decay, as if there were bean curd sheets and canned salmon buried underground for hundreds of years.

The atmosphere that broke in today was a little unusual.

Yu Zhao paused, put his arms around Leng Quanyi's waist, tapped his feet lightly, jumped onto the branch, and secretly observed the movements below.

It sounded like someone was being dragged across the ground, along with a low, hoarse growl. These sounds were not what a living person could make.

Yu Zhao calmly lowered Leng Quanyi's head, and the two of them were completely hidden among the bamboo leaves.

Through the gaps between the swaying branches and leaves.

A pale-skinned man appeared in their sight. His broken right leg was dragging on the ground, his clothes were torn to pieces, and some gravel and branches were hanging on his injured leg, making it look very dirty.

Looking more closely, it was no longer a human being. His body was covered with dense sutures, and it looked more like scattered pieces of flesh temporarily pieced together. His eyeballs looked like they had just been embedded, and they were a little shaky, as if they would pop out of their eye sockets in the next second.

A terrible bloody mark appeared at the corner of his eye. The black blood stained his cheek, forming a sticky mass, and then gathered at his pointed chin. With every step he took, the ink-like blood would drip onto the soil, making a slight sizzling sound.

The foul smell in the air became stronger. Yu Zhao frowned slightly and couldn't help holding his breath.

"Senior Sister." Leng Quanyi's eyes flickered slightly, and she obviously recognized the thing below. She lowered her voice and said to Yu Zhao, "This is a corpse puppet."

"Corpse puppet, what is that thing?" Yu Zhao was slightly stunned. He didn't know what this thing was. He had never seen such a weird thing before, and the smell was simply terrible. It was a disaster for his nose.

"The Southern Border region has the largest number of Gu cultivators, ranking first among cultivators, followed by Corpse Cultivators. They prefer to stay in mass graves or on battlefields in the human world."

"And then...steal the people's burial objects and corpses."

Yu Zhao: “…”

Isn't this just a high-level tomb robber, stealing both the person and the belongings?