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

The wind blade from the formation cut a gash all over his body, leaving not a single piece of good flesh on his body, and it was bloody as if his skin and flesh had been peeled off.

Unfortunately, the formation was like a huge mouth of the abyss and still did not respond.

The Emperor sighed softly, "Not enough."

Isn't it enough?

Shen Yuzhuo resolutely cut open his palm, and more hot blood spilled all over the ground, but it was quickly absorbed by the magic circle, and the young man's face turned pale.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit was so anxious that he turned around and cursed him, "Shen Yuzhuo, are you crazy?"

"Wouldn't it be better for you to just be a sword immortal and wait for death?"

"If you die, no one will remember them, and those people will have died in vain!" His sharp voice made Shen Yuzhuo move his neck stiffly.

The dead cannot be resurrected, this is the law of the world.

There is reincarnation in this world.

Shen Yuzhuo pursed her lips slightly, and she burst into tears while smiling. She looked at him sadly, her voice broken and unresonable, "But... Master and the others don't have an afterlife."

Their names are not in the Book of Life and Death.

Everything of Haoyun Sect was buried.

He was unwilling to accept the fact that the living were barely surviving, and he wanted to find an answer.

He was exhausted and vomited blood foam, "I know what I am doing."

“You have to do something in your life.”

This is probably the only thing he can do. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will give it a try. This is the real him.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit suddenly fell silent. He flew to the center of the formation, broke his own sword, and merged into the formation. "With me included, is that enough?"

As a mortal, Shen Yuzhuo was too late to stop him. His pupils trembled and his arms shook, but he could only continue. Once the bow was drawn, there was no turning back.

"Supreme God of Time, please listen to my prayer." Shen Yuzhuo's voice was horribly hoarse. "I... am willing to use all my lifespan."

As he said this, the young man's handsome face aged, and the skin and flesh on his body shriveled up rapidly, making him look like a centenarian.

Still not enough.

He lay in the center of the formation, barely breathing, his cloudy eyes had long been blind, his dry hair was scattered, and he moved his lips weakly.

"And all my destiny and all my energy in exchange!"

"I'll take care of everything. Just take whatever you need."

Shen Yuzhuo's dry hands fell into the mud and sank down hard. There was a thick layer of mud under his yellow nails. He put his hands together, prayed to the gods again and again, and kowtowed continuously.

The flesh and blood had long since dried up, leaving only shriveled skin and a sunken forehead.

This was the first time he felt so embarrassed and helpless.

But the miracle didn't happen...

It is true that he is the son of destiny, but to activate the retrospective array, he needs to open the river of time and meet the god who controls time and lives in seclusion in the Xingchen Palace.

Sadly, his price wasn't enough.

Inside the clothes, the little ball of light jumped and tried to break free. Shen Yuzhuo hurriedly covered it with his clothes, tears streaming down his face in despair, and murmured, "No, you can't go."

He just has to pay the price.

She...can't.

After reversing time and space, if this small ball of light disappears, there will be no Yu Zhao in that timeline, and she will no longer exist in this world.

No.

He is a greedy person.

I want a master and fellow disciples.

I want her too.

The light of the formation gradually dimmed, and everyone either sighed or felt pity. They came because they didn't have to pay a price, and all of Jixue Sword Immortal's assets in the fairy world would belong to them.

Just as the Emperor and the others shook their heads and left, a huge curtain of light spread out and drew him in.

Before his consciousness faded, in the dim light, the night sky turned into a skirt that moved without wind, the gauze danced, and the god who controlled time slowly walked towards him.

It seemed as if a hand was combing his dry hair.

"Thank you for your hard work. Now have a good sleep."

The next time I remembered, I met Yu Zhao who was running away while taking a shower.

Everything starts again.

After going around in circles, it’s still her.

But this time, a lot seems to have changed.

He must stop all that, he wants them all to be fine.

Shen Yuzhuo's arms tightened more and more, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again. Yu Zhao struggled slightly, feeling uneasy. She didn't know why he suddenly changed his attitude and took the initiative to hug her when he saw her.

Crying and hugging.

The wolf in front is pretending to be asleep, maybe to lure the enemy?

But this was a dream created for him after all, and Yu Zhao didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements for a moment.

"Yu Zhao, I don't want to be a sword immortal anymore, nor do I want to practice the ruthless way." Shen Yuzhuo nestled in the crook of his neck, his voice low and hoarse, but as if he spoke hysterically, and the blood-stained hem of his clothes seemed to tremble.

It's all his fault.

He didn't stop it at the time, but now everything started all over again.

When he meets Yu Zhao after he gets out, he will explain everything to her and the blood feud between them will be eliminated.

There was unstoppable panic in Yu Zhao's eyes. His fingers were tightly gripping the fabric on his sleeves. His mind was in a mess, and the previous sentence was replaying in his mind over and over again.

What is Huijianxian?

According to the current timeline, the male protagonist Long Aotian should be in the stage of just leaving the novice village.

No, you have been reborn?

Suddenly, Yu Zhao suddenly thought of two years ago. The murderous intent in his eyes was genuine. He never understood why, but now he knows that he is the reincarnation of the Sword Immortal. The Yu Zhao in the original novel has already killed his entire sect.

Now that she's here, I'm afraid this guy is just waiting to kill her.

This is really a big surprise.

The snow around seemed to have darkened a bit, and the cold wind was howling, almost penetrating the eardrums. Yu Zhao forced himself to suppress the discomfort and did not move.

Should they kill him now to prevent future troubles? But Chopped Pepper Fish Head asked her to protect him and be his tool.

If you think about it carefully, she is destined to be cannon fodder.

Even if he has done nothing now, mixed in with the protagonist group, and whitewashed himself into a good person, Shen Yuzhuo's past is real.

The relationship between the upper and lower levels of their sect is so close that they must have designated her as public enemy number one.

This...this must be skinned alive!

The more Yu Zhao thought about it, the colder his heart became. He grabbed the back of his hand and forced some distance between them, still looking into his eyes with a glimmer of hope.

He means it.

Depend on!

Everything is connected.

Yu Zhao's facial expression was completely frozen, and his heart felt cold. What he said was true. He came back specifically to take her life.

The original author was committing a fraud, and she hadn't downloaded the anti-fraud app yet.

"I... am not Yu Zhao." Her desire to survive was very strong. She didn't do anything. She was not Yu Zhao who slaughtered his entire sect. Could he not kill such an honest person?

She just wanted to make some money to buy a piece of land, improve her cultivation, travel around the world of immortal cultivation, and wander around aimlessly.

Shen Yuzhuo opened his lips, his eyes calming down, "I know everything here is fake."

The erased memory unexpectedly reappeared. This is the power of the black line of the Skin-Transforming Ghost King. Simple desires and obsessions can be transformed into real memories.

This was especially true at the highest level where he worked, bringing out even deeper memories.

In return, he would give him a quick death.

Even if the Yu Zhao in front of him was fake, his expression and behavior were exactly the same, as if Yu Zhao was really standing in front of him.

Shen Yuzhuo looked at her with his pale handsome face, "I know everything."

Yu Zhao: “…”

No, you don't.

The look in his eyes was like a stubborn bull that had revealed its true colors, yet was still showing off with a playful grin.

Hehehe, you didn't expect that I was reborn. It's useless even if you hold the script. I am a reborn local native and I can sacrifice you to the gods at any time.

Any time, any place, super backstab, send you to the sky!