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

Realizing this absurd idea, Shen Yuzhuo's pupils shrank.

His blood nearly froze, his lips pursed tightly, his palms clenched tightly, and an inexplicable emotion surged. The Wandering Dragon Sword trembled slightly in the reeds, almost bursting out of its scabbard, and the reed fluff swayed in the wind.

Zhuo raised his eyes, a boundless smile on his lips.

Wow, this little look.

Wonderful.

He just liked to see him being stubborn and frustrated. He just felt refreshed, and the depression he had felt during the day was instantly washed away.

He couldn't ask that question because the other person had his own pride and wanted to practice the ruthless way, considering his innocence more important than his own life.

The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the mosquito blood on the arm cannot be thrown away~

Zhuo naturally wouldn't point it out. He was extremely confident that it was only a matter of time before he and Zhao Zhao became Taoist partners.

After all, after two years of hard work, he has become the richest cultivator in the Northern Territory. Of course, he will also be the richest on this continent in the future.

Shen Yuzhuo tried to intimidate him with his eyes, but it didn't work at all. Zhuo didn't fall for it, even if he blinded his eyes.

"I think you deserve a beating?"

"I'm so scared~ the future Sword Immortal." Zhuo lazily raised his eyelids and said sarcastically, "One glare from those big eyes and I'll lose several years of my life."

…………

A few flying insects floated over the water, rising and falling, and then rushed towards the morning sun. The dewdrops trembled and gathered into a small ball.

Everyone had a good rest, except for two people who were walking from not far away. They were in a mess, with blood on their hair and dirty corners of their clothes. No one knew where they had rolled in the mud.

The interaction between the two is basically like this.

Zhuo raised his eyebrows and looked Shen Yuzhuo up and down. His gaze lingered on a certain place for a moment. He tutted, rolled his eyes, and then lightly looked away.

(￢д￢.)

Shen Yuzhuo naturally couldn't act like him, puffing up his cheeks and sulking.

(╬◣д◢)

In fact, Yu Zhao was very curious about who won the fight between the two of them. He quickly glanced at the two of them, but it seemed that neither of them got anything good, and both were injured. They seemed to have some strange habits, and both of them hit each other in the face.

Zhuo's right eye was bruised after being punched, and the corner of Shen Yuzhuo's mouth was broken. He was very dissatisfied and seemed like he was about to moo in the next second.

The two of them looked like elementary school kids fighting at the school gate after class.

Song Yulan and Qin Yun expressed their satisfaction, at least they could recognize the two easily.

Yu Zhao sat on the uneven big rock, stroking the fur in his hand without saying a word. Cui Yu enjoyed the strength of his disciple very much and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Days like this are also nice.

I don't know when the two of them will be this close.

Leng Quanyi, who had just finished washing up, was massaging her senior sister's shoulders. Whether intentionally or not, she leaned on her, which made Zhuo frown. The way this junior sister looked at Zhao Zhao...

He was very unhappy.

Each time more subtle than the last.

The smell on my body became more and more pungent.

Also…whose decent person is pinching someone’s shoulders with their face practically touching their neck!

It was obvious that the few of them didn't say anything or do anything, they just stared at each other. Song Yulan stared for a long time, raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. It was strange, he always felt that there was a smell of gunpowder, as if things were about to explode at any time.

I always feel like something is weird, but I don't know what exactly happened.

There was Yu Zhao who was calmly stroking the fur, Leng Quanyi who was smug and clinging to him, the little chicks basking in the sun, and Zhuo who was rolling his eyes at Shen Yuzhuo while taking the time to glare at Leng Quanyi.

And Shen Yuzhuo, who was equally unhappy with everyone. After all, what happened last night was too embarrassing and was seen by the three of them.

I really want to use the forbidden technique again and start all over again. Or force everyone to drink a batch of memory-destroying pills.

Fortunately, everyone arrived at the Wanjian Sect safely. They crowded at the door of the inn and stood still.

Zhuo did not participate in the competition. He was invited as the Lord of the Northern Territory. Yu Zhao looked at him, as if he was covered in gold and had the aura of a rich man. He was a special guest.

He then brought Yu Zhao and the others to a specially designated resting place, which was magnificent and extraordinarily luxurious. 'Xiaoyaoju' was a place specifically for the rest of the elders leading the sects, or for the reception of the patriarchs of the major families.

Even if you are leading an elder, only one person can go in and no more than three people can be brought in. The patriarch of a large family is more relaxed and can bring direct relatives, but no more than three people.

Zhuo's identity is even more special. He is not subject to these restrictions. Even if he brings someone from the sect to live with him, others dare not say anything.

Because... he paid at least half of the money for the reconstruction of Xiaoyaoju.

Watching them walk into Xiaoyao Residence with confidence, Qin Yun felt a huge sense of disappointment in his heart. He sighed countless times and silently cast envious eyes.

It’s good to have privileges, but you can’t just live in Xiaoyaoju just because you have money.

Look at him, then look at his junior brother, there is a gap between people.

I wonder when my junior brothers will be able to receive such treatment, live in a big house, and eat and drink delicious food.

After the few people disappeared, Zhuo restrained his smile, glanced at Shen Yuzhuo who was crowding into the inn not far away, and ordered the monk guarding the gate with a cold face, "Don't let the kid who looks like me in."

Being ostracized is Shen Yuzhuo's fate.

On the other side, Yu Zhao walked through the corridor built around the courtyard. Unknown exotic flowers and plants swayed in the wind, their leaves were emerald green and lovely, and the breeze was gentle. Every plant here was hundreds of years old. It was simply a paradise for alchemists.

Ancient trees tower into the sky, green vines intertwine, with small flowers of light colors blooming, and small bridges and flowing water.

Full of vitality and spring.

The spiritual energy around is also very rich, and it feels like you can feel it with every breath.

Yu Zhao was like Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, finding everything new and interesting.

There seemed to be someone playing a game of flags in the depths of the courtyard. Hearing the noise, two figures looked over here.

The man had a great appearance, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely cold, without a trace of warmth. His skin was fair and translucent, but not feminine.

The man was elegant and well-mannered, as if he was born with nobility. The white jade chess piece shone with a lustrous white luster in the sunlight as he played with it in his hands.

His eyes still had a glint in them, but when he saw the girl in the ink-wash dress, his pupils flickered slightly.

Yu Zhao, we are really destined to meet.

The monk playing chess with him had gray hair and an elegant demeanor. He glanced at him twice and then looked away, saying calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just met an old friend." Shen Yuxiu was thin, with a bitter smell of medicine on his body. His fingers tapped rhythmically on his sickly skin, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Oh? Then why don't you go up and invite him over for a gathering?" Elder Ge asked. He really wanted to meet him.