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

Not everyone has the awareness to face the darkness in their heart.

When he saw Yu Zhao smashing the door with a stone, the Skin-Transforming Ghost King paused for a moment. Damn... he actually missed one.

"Since you've offered it to me, I won't be polite."

As he spoke, the man raised his dry fingers, and the black silk thread quickly rushed to Yu Zhao's back and penetrated into his heart. The first time he cast a spell, he needed to implant the silk thread into his heart first.

The black thread did not penetrate as expected, but went straight through the chest and missed.

The black line floated stupidly, like a headless fly. I tried several times but failed.

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King twitched his mouth. It was the first time he encountered such a situation. It was strange that anyone with a will could use magic. And it always worked for the human race.

Human beings have the strongest emotions and desires, of course... what he fears most is encountering ruthless monks. Their hearts are just a decoration, and even if they are seriously injured, they can chop him into pieces without any expression.

He lowered his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a sea of ​​blood red, and the girl's beating heart was very vivid.

After confirming that she did it on purpose, the Skin-Transforming Ghost King was so surprised that he could hardly close his mouth. This was the first time that this magic failed. Could it be that it had become rusty because it had not been used for too long?

It is also possible that the silk thread is old and no longer useful.

Thinking of this, the Skin-Transforming Ghost King casually pulled out some of the silk threads from the other people to ensure that they would not escape his control.

He raised his hand and shot the black line straight into Yu Zhao's heart, but the black line still passed through.

The man was so depressed that he didn't know what was going on.

He turned his head to look at the young man who was kneeling on the fifth floor. This boy was a cultivator of the ruthless way, but he happened to be hit by a spell. These two people were really two extremes.

It is like a person of the ruthless path getting married and having children, but a monk of the passionate path seeing through the worldly affairs becomes a Buddha on the spot.

I don't understand complex creatures like humans.

This attic is the product of their obsession, and it cannot be broken open by brute force.

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King simply ignored them and decided to take away their skin and flesh before dealing with the one who was awake.

The ghosts are still the best. They take root wherever the wind blows, and when they are bored, they eat a few people for fun.

Yu Zhao on the first floor didn't notice anything wrong, and the black silk thread was taken back by its owner.

I hit the door with my fists, kicked it with my feet, and chopped it with a knife, but I just couldn't open it. I don't know what it's made of. It's comparable to a modern security door.

Yu Zhao leaned against the door, panting, her back and waist aching. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Now the first one was so difficult to save, what about the others?

I wanted to use the formation plate given by my master, but its destructive power is too great. I’m afraid the entire attic will be razed to the ground.

What's the difference between this and shooting the hostage while rescuing him?

Just when she was in distress, she discovered the small hole she had just poked, and Yu Zhao immediately found a few small stones and threw them in.

The aim was pretty good and it quickly hit the back of Leng Quanyi's head. She turned her head stiffly and saw beautiful light-colored eyes staring at her.

Leng Quanyi's mind went blank. He quickly pushed the paper figurine away and straightened his clothes.

Her throat was dry, as if it were being rubbed by sandpaper. "Senior Sister, you...what did you see just now?"

Yu Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and his toes began to work. He said truthfully: "I saw everything."

Leng Quanyi seemed to think seriously for a second before giving up. "So, does Senior Sister like me?"

She stared at her, breathing rapidly, her eyes sincere, and the overwhelming love was like dense algae in the water, then quietly entwined around Yu Zhao's heart.

Suddenly a woman confessed her love to her.

This time, the love is different from the previous ones.

Yu Zhao's heart was in a state of panic, but he still looked directly into her eyes, "Junior sister, I don't have that ability."

"..."

"Senior Sister, you just need to answer whether you like it or not." Leng Quanyi expressed her feelings without any concealment in her eyes. Since she was caught, she would confess it to her face.

Yu Zhao, who has always been a little slow in emotions, was a little at a loss. He pinched the corner of his clothes with his fingers, looked down at his toes, and his chest felt like a ball of wet cotton was stuffed.

"I do not know."

Friends and lovers are different.

If she regrets it later and wants to turn from lovers into friends, it will be very difficult. She will lose that person and the two will go their separate ways.

The relationship is good enough now, there is no need to take it any further.

She wasn't good at dealing with emotions. She had just figured out a solution to the little monster issue, and now her junior sister...

Leng Quanyi pursed her lips, then stared at her with a smile as if trying to lure someone into taking a bait. "Senior Sister, it's cold outside. Come in and talk first."

"I can't get in, this door..."

Before Yu Zhao could finish his words, the door was opened quietly without any warning. The creaking sound was like a doorbell opening to an unknown world.

She stared blankly at the smiling girl inside, her feet felt as if they were filled with lead, and she stood outside the door without moving.

The sweet and strange fragrance rushed into the nostrils, lingering and choking, making Yu Zhao want to step back, and goose bumps even appeared on his back.

She declined her invitation and raised her hand to close the door.

Her intuition told her that it would be better not to go in for the time being.

"You seem to be doing well. You should be fine. I'll go save the others first."

After saying that, he ran away, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.

The vast darkness gathered in the depths of her eyes. Leng Quanyi restrained her smile. The candlelight on the table was cold and lonely. Her white palm slowly covered the candlelight, and a severe pain swept from the palm of her hand to the back of her head.

The flames were suppressed and deflected, and I felt an unprecedented sense of emptiness in my heart.

She seemed not to feel the pain, and watched coldly. It seemed as if drops of water were slowly dripping in the room, gnawing at her fragile heart bit by bit.

After a while, Leng Quanyi walked to the bed and picked up the paper figure. The senior sister in the dream smiled and said yes.

She felt that the whole world was bright.

Reality dealt her a fatal blow: her senior sister didn't like her.

The paper man was set on fire and then thrown casually onto the big red bed, and the air was filled with eternal black ash.

The amber eyes were like spring water, but the bottom of the eyes were like cold pine and cypress covered with snow, and the broken snow in the eyes was spinning wantonly.

The girl raised her hand to brush off the ashes on her shoulders. Her slender figure swayed in the firelight, and her eyes revealed a chilling madness.

Vines grew quietly in the dark corners, and the flickering light shone on half of the face, just like the moss that grew quietly in the cracks of the rocks in the mountain stream. It had never seen sunlight for years, and it was cold and sticky, revealing a sense of horror.

She stroked her eyelids gently, since her senior sister didn't like her.

that……

How about liking him?

The figures on the wall were jumping, and sparks were dancing wildly in the dark night, like a wild beast with bared fangs and claws.