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

Knowing that Master loves fishing, even though he often comes up empty-handed, I will prepare a fishing rod for him.

Even with a good fishing rod, it still can't change the performance of Master's Air Force.

Knowing that he liked good whetstones and often used them up, the junior apprentice brother would secretly go down the mountain to buy him a whetstone no matter how empty his wallet was, rain or shine.

Every time he would buy him a whetstone in advance and place it neatly at the door of his house with a note on it.

'An unwanted, scrapped whetstone'.

Hiss, a brand new, scrapped whetstone with the red wrapping paper still on it...

The youngest junior brother would cook longevity noodles for the second junior brother and prepare beautiful pink clothes for the third junior brother.

During the Qingming Festival, I visited the graves of my fourth and fifth junior sisters whom I had never met.

On snowy days, the junior brother would secretly use his sword skills to clear a path so that all the disciples of Haoyun Sect could pass through unhindered, trim the branches of the pear tree, and help sterilize the big black dog.

Many, many.

He is always busy.

Everyone saw it, and although he tried his best to cover it up and say it wasn't him, his mouth was as close as if it were sewn shut.

But everyone tacitly agreed to keep a blind eye. They liked this new handsome junior brother very much and believed that the big family of Haoyun Sect would always accommodate and protect him.

Everyone was quite happy about the little junior brother that the master suddenly accepted. He was extremely talented, had a great appearance, and extraordinary luck. He was almost impeccable.

Just ...

Sometimes he would look at them and smile foolishly, and then he would burst into tears while smiling. It turned out that he was a little crybaby.

Disciple Jiang shook his head, stepped forward and patted the young man in white on the shoulder, causing Shen Yuzhuo to shiver all over.

"Junior brother, if you want to go, go ahead. Don't be afraid. Go forward and make friends."

Apart from the disciples of Haoyun Sect, he had never seen his junior brother have any unnecessary contact with other cultivators, except for fighting.

Shen Yuzhuo lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to be friends with Yu Zhao."

"She's the one I hate the most."

Senior Brother Jiang's mouth twitched. Is this considered confession?

The breeze blows freely in the air, and the fragrance of pear blossoms dances in the wind, refreshing the heart.

There were some strange emotions in the boy's dark eyes, but he was unaware of it and pretended to be calm.

The junior brother understands them, but he doesn’t understand his own heart. He has always had his own little secrets.

"Junior brother, fate is something you will miss if you are too careless." Senior Brother Jiang gently patted the pear petals off the junior brother's shoulder. His palm, as big as a palm-leaf fan, fell with such gentleness.

"I have brothers and masters, that's enough. I don't need friends." The young man turned his head to look at him. He was even more stubborn than the donkey that Senior Brother Jiang pulled down the mountain to help the villagers.

In a trance, Senior Brother Jiang seemed to see the donkey having fun in front of him, stepping on the mud puddles and braying.

You say your thing and I'll do mine.

You can say whatever you want, I just won't listen.

The whole day was filled with chatter.

I don’t know what Yu Zhao and the disciples of Haoyun Sect talked about, but they were laughing so hard that their cheerful laughter filled the entire training ground.

The green grass on the ground swayed gently, and pear petals fell into the gaps in the grass. The boy's cold voice seemed to carry the fragrance of mint.

"Big Brother, what kind of person do you think Yu Zhao is?"

After observing her for the past few days, Senior Brother Jiang pursed his lips and replied very pertinently, "A very gentle girl."

Shen Yuzhuo's teeth were about to break. Gentle?

He silently looked at the evil female devil who was beating other disciples into the ground or piling up the defeated disciples into Arhats and was laughing at the moment!

"Did Yu Zhao drug you with some magic potion?" he asked suddenly.

"Don't judge things by appearances." Disciple Jiang is very confident in his own judgment. He has always been very accurate in judging people.

Yu Zhao, who was standing aside, was blackmailing the disciples of Haoyun Sect one by one, acting like a scoundrel.

The girl in dark clothes was lying on a big tree, with her arms bent behind her head and her legs crossed arrogantly. Leng Quanyi was kneading her legs, which seemed like he was exploiting an innocent girl at first glance.

Yu Zhao raised his eyebrows, and his clear voice echoed through the training grounds: "Come on, each disciple who lost the previous duel will receive 100 spirit stones. If you lose again in the repeat duel, the bonus will be doubled!"

"Don't try to evade payment. I've locked the door." She twirled the key between her fingers as she spoke.

"Those without money can pay off their debts with clothes."

Shen Yuzhuo's face twitched wildly, and he looked at Senior Brother Jiang meaningfully, "A gentle girl?"

This is just like a street thug who bullies men and women.

"Brother, do you have any misunderstandings about Wenrou? She's as wild as a monkey in the back mountain. Not only does she steal things from others, she also slaps you twice."

Senior Brother Jiang frowned and tried to make amends. He smiled awkwardly, "She... is gentle sometimes."

"For example?" Shen Yuzhuo was furious.

Senior Brother Jiang was silent, unable to think of anything for the time being, but this was the impression in his mind. Seeing his silence, Shen Yuzhuo became even more convinced that Senior Brother was crazy, actually speaking for Yu Zhao.

His lips lowered, and a feeling of sadness surged in his heart. The pear petals in front of him seemed to turn into bright red blood, splashing on the tree trunk.

Flames shot up into the sky and the setting sun looked like blood.

Blood flowed down the bluestone steps of Haoyun Sect, and the once bustling sect was now littered with corpses.

There is only one color between heaven and earth.

The blood puddle caused ripples, and a face with a cinnabar birthmark was reflected in the blood-colored pool. The ink-colored clothes were wet with blood, taking on a darker color.

The blood mist rolled like a masterpiece left by boiling hot water.

The cold blade pierced through Master's chest, and blood was dripping from the tip of the blade.

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

The master's broken body fell to the ground.

"This is the last one, right?" Her eyes were red and numb as she turned to look at him who had hurried back.

No one was left alive in the Haoyun Sect, and the bloody scene was so disturbing that it hurt people's eyes.

This hell on earth was created by one person.

Overnight, everything was gone.

"There's still one." The sword cultivator girl standing in the crowd slowly walked towards him, pressing him step by step, and whispered, "This should be the last one."

The black boots left bloody marks in the snow.

"I'm so tired..." Yu Zhao blinked tiredly with his messy black hair.

tired?

Tired of killing?

His blood was flowing backwards and he was almost crazy, but he just rushed forward with his sword with bloodshot eyes, and barely fought her to a draw. His meridians were severed, and he was finally captured by the monks who were traveling with her, and thrown into a dark prison, where he lived a life without light.

It was not until a year later that he took advantage of the chaos to crawl out and return to his 'home'."

He saw countless tombs.

There was silence.

There were weeds everywhere. There was no third brother clamoring for new clothes, no second and eldest brothers quarreling with each other, and no master who would touch his head and say that he would definitely catch fish for him next time.

When I wake up in the middle of the night, I see the miserable deaths of my master and fellow disciples.