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

"This... this monster is laughing." The man holding the knife was frightened and his fingers were trembling.

Someone nearby glanced at him and said coldly, "Are you a pig? Just cut off your jaw."

"Haha, senior brother is really smart."

"Flattery."

Another day, he was thrown into the iron cage as usual, but now he had the company of clownfish and was not alone.

The little monster is very naive and stupid, but the little girl will patiently teach him how to play Gobang.

Even though she won every time and the little monster would burst his head and cry loudly, she would find a bag made of mouse skin and hang it around his neck, letting him cry slowly.

"Remember to tell me when you've cried enough."

Sometimes the little monster would act like a spoiled child and ask the clownfish to feed him.

Even though she cursed and was very fierce, she would still feed 'him'.

Nineteen smiled softly as he held up the bloody hole without eyeballs in the iron cage, but he was also a little ashamed. He was a despicable and lowly man who had peeped into someone else's life.

The little monster had been left outside, without a tribe. He was the only one among them who hadn't been chained around his neck, treated like livestock.

He happened to be lucky.

It turns out that monsters can also be treated as friends by some people.

Gradually, his frozen and numb heart began to melt. He longed for light, longing for the dazzling sunlight to drive away the darkness and tear apart the sin.

He wanted to see her, he wanted to be friends with her and play Gobang with her.

He stiffly propped up his broken body, leaned against the edge of the iron cage, raised his hand with only two fingers left, and clumsily began to try to play Gobang.

He thought that if he played against her, he would definitely win and his forehead would not turn red from the clownfish's bullet.

In the dim and rotten iron cage, Nineteen sat on the ground, holding the white chess piece. Every time the clownfish in his sight made a move, he would also follow suit, and the white and black pieces fought each other.

He wanted to say, "I'm going to win."

But when the gang cut off his jaw, they also gouged out most of his tongue. He didn't make a sound, but the skin on his face moved and he made a stiff smile.

Should have won.

But the white chess piece crawled away. He anxiously caught the maggot and put it back in its place, but the maggot was still wriggling and the other 'white chess pieces' also crawled away.

The chessboard collapsed in an instant.

It was pitch black all around.

He lost.

Nineteen lowered his eyelashes, smiled bitterly, and silently pinched all the maggots and flies to death.

There are no white and black pieces here, just like he never owned a clownfish.

The azure eyes opposite moved, like a gray swamp. The owner of those eyes had died, and Nineteen could no longer count how many times that had happened.

Apart from the corpses, there were snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Just as a fat rat climbed up his jaws to gnaw on fresh flesh and blood, he strangled it to death with one hand; his eyes had already grown back.

It was a beautiful deep blue, and at the moment it had a faint glow in it.

He raised his undeveloped jaw and bit the mouse so hard that he almost crushed it into a pulp.

Mouth after mouthful, the rat's blood and flesh stuck to his jaw.

He could endure the darkness, but he had seen the light, and he didn't want to end the rest of his life like this.

Light shone through the crack.

Nineteen huddled in the corner, poked the corners of his mouth with two fingers, then pushed them upwards, trying to make a smile like a clownfish.

But he couldn't learn that lively and playful smile.

That Mame is definitely not going to be able to learn it either, he's so stupid.

Time passed very slowly, and the little monster and the clownfish had an unreliable master, who later died.

After a long time, he didn't see her anymore because the little monster hid under the stone.

He can't see anything.

later……

The clownfish also left.

His world fell into darkness again.

He knew her, although... she didn't know him.

The girl held a blood-red blade in her hand, her eyes were determined, and the blood-red birthmark was like armor. She looked like a brave female warrior, heroic and valiant.

When the moon rose, he thought of leaving to find the only light in the darkness.

He broke free from the iron cage and ran against the wind, faster and faster, until the wind seemed to scratch his face.

Stupid!

Hundreds of sword lights lit up at the same time.

The blood blurred his vision, and the tattered corners of his clothes were cut off and rolled into the mud.

Someone was dragging him towards the altar by his fish tail. He twitched and watched them go away. Then he lifted his front limbs with broken wrists hanging on them and crawled forward. Feeling that his wrists were in the way, he simply tore off his broken wrists.

When he ran out of strength, he gnawed the dirt with his teeth until they fell out. He didn't know how long it had been, but to his surprise, he realized he was moving backwards.

The group returned cursing and dragging him by his hair like animals, leaving a bloody trail in the mud.

"I told you these monsters won't die. We have to dig out their hearts."

"If this beast dares to run away, then don't keep it. Use it as 'celestial meat'. Others will be vying for it."

The sharp blade fell, and it was the cold, contemptuous, and indifferent look of the human race. He hated them all.

Pfft!

His heart was crushed and he had no ability to regenerate.

After many twists and turns, he was sold to this man. Nineteen could no longer see her, but he could hear her voice and recognize her consciousness. He desperately made a sound. The memories stolen in those ten years were his happiest time.

The azure eyes on the ground were gleaming, and half a tear was gathering, but it would not fall.

"Sorry for prying into your memories." Nineteen in the bloody bag seemed to be whispering, "Clownfish, you must stay with the little monster forever."

On his deathbed, he wanted to be greedy and asked cautiously, "Can you... hug me?"

Tears dripped onto his clothes, wetting a large area. Yu Zhao hugged him with sobs.

Nineteen in his arms turned into dust and floated in the air. The bag fell lightly to the ground. Yu Zhao picked up the shriveled bag, found an open space to bury it, and erected a tombstone for him.

The only time we met was when we said goodbye forever.

The midsummer night was very quiet. Yu Zhao picked a handful of wild flowers and placed them in front of his grave. The evening breeze lifted her ink-colored clothes, and her hair softly stuck to her forehead. The girl sat with her eyes lowered all night long.

Leng Quanyi stood not far away, feeling bad because her senior sister was unhappy.

She didn't understand what was happening.

Because of that wriggling mass of flesh?

If she died, would her elder sister be so sad? Then she must not die, and must live forever for her elder sister.

She wanted her senior sister to smile happily all the time.