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

The wreath that Leng Quanyi got was very beautiful. It was made of green vines intertwined together, dotted with some white flowers. The petals were tender and still had undried morning beads on them.

It was fresh and refined, and she held it in her hand with joy and couldn't let it go.

Song Yulan's wreath is dotted with small red flowers, which are flamboyant and unrestrained, just like the red wild camellias all over the mountains.

The one handed to Zhen Wuqing was a set of garlands with small golden flowers, while Ye Qingshan's was a green garland with two dogtail grasses, which he added according to his own preferences.

"The finishing touch! Perfect!"

This is called a feather in their hometown. The bigger and longer it is, the more powerful the person is. When I was a child, I liked to look at their heads. Now I don’t have to envy them anymore, because he has it himself.

"Mighty and domineering" on his head, Ye Qingshan raised his chin and stood at the front like a victorious rooster. The dogtail grass here is a bit big.

In fact... in the eyes of several other people, it looked more like two cockroach antennae on its head.

A truly talented player.

The innate unlucky holy body plus the innate abstract holy body make it invincible no matter which season.

Difficult to comment.

Yu Zhao paused while weaving her own wreath, her lips twitching as she asked Song Yulan, "What do you think?"

Song Yulan shook her head frantically. She was not mentally ill and her aesthetic taste was normal. If she had to describe it in one word, it would be, "ugly."

"It's so ugly!" Leng Quanyi continued to complain, "It looks like a wild giant cockroach that has become a spirit."

This hit home, and Zhen Wuqing agreed, "That's a very insightful comment."

Everyone's wreath is unique, and Ye Qingshan's wreath is particularly eye-catching and fancy.

Forget it, as long as he is happy, after all, they still have to rely on him to attract small disasters.

In less than an incense stick of time, Yu Zhao witnessed Ye Qingshan's ridiculously unlucky physique. He fell into a swamp after taking two steps, was knocked away by a passing wild boar, and even bird droppings from the sky landed precisely on his head.

Shredded Potato was also stunned. Frightened, he immediately ran into the animal box where he least wanted to be, and closed the lid with a look of horror on his face.

Ye Qingshan, who was walking in front, pretended to be relaxed as he pulled out the wild boar tusk from his thigh. It was just a small scene, he would get used to it.

Ye Qingshan: "Just open your eyes and move forward, you will definitely find a way out."

"Just follow me."

Although he didn't know where the exit was, going straight was definitely the right thing to do. His intuition told him that they would be able to get out soon.

Song Yulan added: "Everyone can also pay attention to see if there are any teleportation arrays around."

Yu Zhao pursed his lips and said nothing. He straightened the small balls of cocklebur on the hem of his clothes and held them in his hands to play with them carefully. The light green cockleburs were still young and the small thorns on them were soft.

The original book explains the way out of the third level. It is in a river, and they just need to cross the golden river.

but……

Yu Zhao rubbed his temples. They had already walked around here three times.

Finally, on the fifth lap, Song Yulan walked forward with clenched fists and punched Ye Qingshan, "What kind of road are you leading? Why are we always going in circles?"

If you hold on any longer, the daughter-in-law will eventually become the mother-in-law.

Ye Qingshan covered the back of his head and looked at her aggrievedly, "I just kept walking forward, maybe I got stuck in a ghost wall."

Glancing at the cocklebur marks on the leaves, Yu Zhao twisted the soft thorns on his fingers and said, "You didn't encounter a mysterious wall. You probably just lost your way. You turned a corner just now."

She remembered it clearly.

Ye Qingshan firmly denied it and said in a more serious tone: "I didn't do that. I walked straight."

They were on the third floor coming from the south, so they kept walking north.

Leng Quanyi held a different opinion. She stroked the wreath without even looking up. "You don't feel it yourself, but when we look at your giant cockroach tentacles, it's real."

Yu Zhao actually also felt a little strange, because the direction they were heading in was clearly the right one.

But Ye Qingshan did turn, and the ghost wall kept circling back to the original position, but their landing points were different every time, and they seemed not to land in the same place even at the same time.

In order to verify his guess, Yu Zhao asked the five people to stand in a line and walk together.

step.

Two steps...

Three steps...

Everyone's walking speed is different, but they all try to control it deliberately. The relative distances between them are almost the same. They are obviously following the person in front of them, but after walking hundreds of steps, they all end up in a messy position.

The knowledgeable Zhen Wuqing paused in his movement of the Buddhist beads, his expression solemn, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a space technique."

They all thought they were going in the right direction, but space would fold, silently changing the positions of several people, and everyone's feelings were different.

They can still walk together because they will deliberately change their direction to keep up with the person in front.

The person leading the way in front naturally won't feel anything, and will just go down the same path until the end. But the people behind him can see the clues better.

Everything was normal at first, but gradually, the distance between them began to change.

Just when everyone was anxious, there was a noise above their heads. The thick clouds shook twice, and then a large group of people fell down immediately. Several people were stunned, but they reacted quickly and hurriedly ran to the side to avoid it.

Yu Zhao also stood aside, holding Leng Quanyi's collar. This third floor was too weird, and it was raining people.

A loud thunder suddenly struck the ground, and the bursting sparks looked like pure white aurora.

The injured monk who fell down was so frightened that he rolled and crawled to the side, fearing that he would be hit by the terrifying lightning.

Yu Zhao stared at the clouds, his light-colored eyes darkening a little.

Rumble--

The rolling clouds seemed to contain a lightning snake. Suddenly, a golden dragon claw grabbed the thickest part of the lightning. When the purple lightning was trembling wildly, the dragon claw like a sharp blade tore it into two halves.

The electric arcs in the air crackled, as if they were welding.

click!

The golden dragon seemed to have broken the lightning snake's fatal point. The purple lightning suddenly jumped up half a foot, but stopped abruptly, and the arc went out at the same time.

The clouds in the sky also began to disintegrate, slowly separating like fish scales.

A figure slowly fell straight down from the fish-scale-shaped clouds. The man's shoulders and waist were in perfect proportion, and the corners of his white clothes embroidered with dark green bamboo patterns had several small holes burned through them.

In the smoke and dust, the young man's long black hair was intertwined with the snow-white sword blade. His appearance was extraordinary, and his blood-stained profile looked like a jade-faced Shura.

He almost stumbled and fell to the ground, but he held on tightly to the Youlong Sword.

Finally, Yu Zhao's gaze fixed on his bleeding abdomen. The red flesh under his clothes was rolled out, as if his intestines were about to spill out to the ground in the next second.