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

By the pond of Haoyun Sect, Yunhe, lying in a pile of grass, couldn't help but sneeze, wondering who was missing him again.

The water surface was rippled, and he jumped up excitedly and pulled the fishing rod. Soon a large group of water plants emerged.

"Tsk, what a waste of expression." Yun He looked at her with disdain. He casually pushed aside the water plants, put the bait on the hook, then leaned over and slammed the fishing rod into the mud again. His slender fingertips brushed across the word "cut off love".

That’s right, Yunhe was using Haoyun Sect’s most valuable treasure to stick into the mud and fish every day.

The other disciples didn't find anything special about the fishing rod. At most, the hook would glow and attract fish.

But it still cannot change Yunhe’s air force record.

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Looking at the panicked disciples and independent cultivators, who were like a bunch of headless flies, Hongchennu smiled with satisfaction. So many disciples were little brats who had never seen the world. If these disciples died, she wondered how sad that old dog Yunhe would be crying again.

She had seen his two stupid disciples rush into the fire to save those bugs, one of them was cut in half and the other was stripped naked for other believers to play with.

When they came to collect the body, they cried so loudly that their eyes were probably almost blinded by crying.

It feels so good.

The woman in the world of mortals pursed her lips and glanced at the love net in the sky. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the spiritual power absorbed by this love net was unexpectedly much more.

The one with the highest cultivation level should be the old man who leads the team and drives the boat, who is at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. The others are disciples and independent cultivators.

Could it be that there are too many people, causing the love net to absorb too much spiritual power?

Once the love net has drained their spiritual energy, it will be more powerful the next time it is used, and then it will drain their cultivation and flesh and blood one by one.

She licked her lips, looked down at everyone, and smiled sweetly.

"I'm bored now anyway, why don't you play a little game with me? Maybe I'll let you go if I'm happy."

The uninformed cultivators thought that the cultivator in front of them was a demon cultivator, but Shen Yuzhuo knew that this person was an evil cultivator, even more terrifying than the demon cultivators who killed people without blinking an eye. They liked to play with people's hearts more.

Someone in the crowd mustered up the courage to ask, "Senior, what are you playing at?"

This magical weapon is comparable to a sect's treasure. Ordinary cultivators like them have no way to break through and have no choice. There are also independent cultivators complaining about Haoyun Sect.

"I'm so unlucky that I can't even get a ride on a favorable boat."

"That's right, if I survive, I will definitely go to Haoyun Sect to ask for an explanation."

"It's all this lousy flying boat's fault! I should have known better than to take advantage of it."

Some cultivators even looked viciously at the cultivator wearing the uniform of a Haoyun Sect disciple and spat at him without any manners.

"It's really unlucky. When the time comes, you, the disciples of Haoyun Sect, will have to protect us first. If anyone dies, you will be the first to take the blame. This accident happened because we were riding your flying boat."

The disciples of Haoyun Sect lowered their heads in silence. Fire burned in Le Li's eyes. Qin Yun grabbed his arm, shook his head, and whispered a warning.

"No, we're all on the same page now. If we start fighting among ourselves, we'll just play into the enemy's hands."

He didn't believe that the woman was so kind as to play games.

Yu Zhao had the same idea. He was afraid that other tortures were waiting for them at the border of Wanjian Sect. He hoped that there were patrolling monks who could see what was happening here.

Soon the woman in the sky spoke.

"Sister, you are in a good mood today." The girl admired the red tattoo on her finger and frowned slightly. It seemed that her index finger needed some trimming.

"I want to see a handsome young man, under twenty years old."

Those over 20 years old are too old and not fun to play with, so she likes the young and tender grass. The shy and lovely expression when she is picking it is so interesting.

He thought that if he could coax her, he could survive, but soon a handsome wandering cultivator volunteered and rushed towards her riding a magic weapon.

"Sister, please love me." The handsome male cultivator leaned on her shoulder, revealing his white chest. He cast a coquettish glance at her and smiled flatteringly.

The Red Dust Girl narrowed her eyes slightly, pinched his chin, looked at him carefully, and licked the corner of her mouth, "Tsk, this little guy is really pitiful. Okay, stay."

It's a pity that he is not a rookie.

Fortunately, their appearance is acceptable, they are just some ugly things, but she is obsessed with looks and prefers young and good-looking ones.

Soon, many cultivators came to join her one after another. Gradually, except for Yu Zhao and his group, almost all the people left there were disciples of Haoyun Sect.

Many independent cultivators did not react in time and were killed on the spot when their flying boats were cut.

The Red Dust Girl's eyes fell on Yu Zhao. She smelled the scent of Red Beauty Drunk. They had secretly captured those beautiful demons, cut open their chests, dug out their heart blood, and planned to refine the unique poison.

Unexpectedly, not only did the refining fail, but even the guardian who was in charge of refining the medicine died, and the prescription and the blood were nowhere to be found.

Unexpectedly, the thief succeeded in refining the medicine after stealing the prescription and the heart's blood. There is a real example at present.

If we can bring it back, skin it, remove its tendons, and refine its flesh and blood, we will be able to show our power in the future battles with human cultivators. The poison of the Red Beauty Drunk is not something that ordinary cultivators can resist.

There is no antidote to that poison.

This one in front of you may be the only living thing.

This one has to stay.

Yu Zhao only felt that gaze resting on her for a long time. Ye Qingshan blinked and whispered softly, "Could that witch also be interested in you?"

It is said that those demon cultivators do not care about gender, as long as it can improve their cultivation. When fighting with them, you have to not only cover your fragile head, but also your butt.

"Can you stop being such a pessimist?" Yu Zhao said in a cold tone. He finally understood why Song Yulan was unhappy with him.

As the two of them were chattering, the Red Dust Girl pointed in their direction and said, "You... come here and let me take a look."

The next second, Yu Zhao silently moved to the side, and his hand was pointing at Ye Qingshan.

He shuddered all over, turned his head around, and stood aside. The figure of the young man Zhuo appeared. He didn't move at all, with a frown on his face.

The face and the figure were both quite good. The girl nodded with satisfaction, kicked away the male cultivator who was licking her feet, and walked towards him barefoot, with the golden bells at her feet jingling and making a seductive sound.

She was the most irresistible to this innocent boy.

Soon her eyes fell on the young man in white holding a sword.

"Oh, I found a treasure, and they are twins." The woman in red dust exclaimed, smiling sweetly, so beautiful and unparalleled.

I haven't eaten brother rice for a long time.

That high nose bridge, those delicate eyebrows, those charming thin lips, those unruly eyes, and that sexy Adam's apple.

Even though she had seen countless men, she couldn't help swallowing.

The Red Dust Girl raised her hand and pointed at Shen Yuzhuo, Zhuo, and Yu Zhao in turn.

"Come here you three."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Zhao took a breath of cold air, as if he was struck by a bolt of lightning from the blue.

Three?

Is the taste so strong?

Song Yulan didn't understand and was shocked.