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

None of the scarecrows in the field stood as straight as Yu Zhao.

There was a crackling of fire in the eyes of the two men, as if a war was about to break out at any time. Yu Zhao swallowed and his eyes wandered.

"Well...can you let me go first?"

It's not like she's playing Ran Dong, her hand is going to break.

Let her go, it doesn't matter if they fight until the sky is dark.

The hand that was holding Yu Zhao's wrist bone slowly loosened, the fingertips brushed across the palm, and then retracted. Looking at his palm, Shen Yuzhuo felt a sense of loss in his heart, and swallowed his dry throat.

She didn't choose him.

Now that she had let go of one, there was still another holding her arm. Qianqiu glared at Reizenyi. The corners of the girl's mouth moved slightly, her soft lips opening and closing, and the warm light from the sky fell on her fair cheeks.

Her amber eyes trembled slightly, "Sister, why are you looking at me like that?"

I was even aggrieved.

"What do you think?" Yu Zhao raised her arm, but unfortunately she couldn't move it much. It just moved up and down slightly. A few strands of hair on her forehead fell into the corners of her eyes, making her feel a little itchy. She raised her other hand and smoothed it.

Leng Quanyi still didn't let go. Yu Zhao pulled twice more, but it didn't budge. The two of them just stared at each other in a stalemate.

Leng Quanyi had been with her for two years, so she naturally knew that she would not kill her. It didn't matter, she was thick-skinned anyway.

There's no point in staying any longer.

The moonlight cast a white glow on his hair. Yu Zhao turned and left, "Let's go out and chop off that skin-changing ghost first."

Looking at Leng Quanyi who was holding her arm tightly, Shen Yuzhuo stared at her sullenly all the way. Yu Zhao was very partial and treated her differently.

I was just mean to him.

Now she won’t be mean to her junior sister anymore.

He thought a little irritably, that’s someone else’s junior sister, what about him?

What does it matter?

What is his status in Yu Zhao's mind?

The person involved, Yu Zhao, was walking in front. She frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. She pushed her junior sister who was keen on sticking close to her, and even walked crookedly.

Leng Quanyi giggled, but her senior sister didn't push her away.

After taking a few steps, everyone stopped at the same time and looked at a ball of black fog in the air. The source of the strong ghost energy was deeply rooted in a mask.

This skin-transforming ghost king has found an object to attach to, but unfortunately his cultivation is not high enough. If his cultivation were higher, he could almost condense into a solid entity on his own.

The next second, a figure moved.

The girl held up the blood-red blade that was glowing red as she slid through the air, tearing through the night wind. The Jinghong Sword made bursts of chiming sounds and appeared shiny and bright.

The blade chopped against the mask, making a crisp sound, and a crack soon appeared at the corner of the mask's eye where the blade met.

The scream was heart-wrenching, like a baby crying in the middle of the night.

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King quickly condensed into a black shadow, covered his injured head and retreated several steps, cursing, "You are a good righteous cultivator, but you actually launched a sneak attack. You have no martial ethics at all."

If I hadn't been in a hurry to deal with the few people just now, how could she have succeeded?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Do I deserve to die just because I ate a few people?"

"You humans have killed many of your own people. How can you be considered a good person?"

Yu Zhao chopped down again without saying a word. The fiery red blade energy was like a burning flame, bound to burn everything. "If you don't die, then I will die?"

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King was not good at fighting and could not hold on after two rounds. Most of the shadows on his body were chopped off and turned into smoke and dust and dissipated in the air.

Even the mask of his original body fell to the ground, and he became short-armed and short-legged, and crawled out.

I didn't check the almanac before going out today, and everything went wrong.

Unexpectedly, one by one they broke free from his black rope and ran away. It was three against one, which was considered a group fight, and he had no advantage at all.

Retreat is also a tactic. He will deal with them later and suck all their blood and bones and turn them into his human skin clothes.

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King fled in a panic, and his size shrank quite quickly. Yu Zhao could only chop off a part of him, and the remaining part continued to escape with the mask on.

Before he knew it, the Skin-Transforming Ghost King burrowed into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Yu Zhao closed his eyes and began to search with his spiritual sense. His spiritual sense was like a giant net that could reveal anything.

His position was quickly locked. He did not run away directly, but ran in the opposite direction, towards his junior sister.

The condensed mask quickly penetrated into Leng Quanyi's chest. Yu Zhao was shocked and exclaimed.

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King had quickly drilled into the heart, but found that he couldn't bite it off at all. Compared to humans, this little Nanniang was more like a piece of wood, and her whole body exuded an unpleasant smell of juice.

After sucking twice, he crawled out from the back in disgust. He didn't want this body and couldn't bite it.

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King's gaze paused for a moment, and he quickly locked onto Shen Yuzhuo, whom he was most satisfied with.

This handsome face, this figure, this skin color, it's simply the best.

It is the most suitable as his collection, much better than that vicious woman who slashes people with a broken knife and that little Nanniang who likes to follow others with her hips twisted.

It's up to you.

A black shadow passed by and rushed straight to Shen Yuzhuo's back.

But it was as if he had eyes behind him. He drew the sword in his hand and slashed it forward. The mask was shattered into pieces, and I fell to the ground, shattered bit by bit.

Yu Zhao was a little worried, so he raised his palm and condensed a bright red spiritual fire. He burned it twice and scratched it with the Jinghong Knife twice before he felt relieved.

Kill someone and then finish them off; the corpse must be whipped.

Looking at the location of the palm-sized mask, a deep pit with a radius of one meter was dug out nearby. A small black man was lying on the corner of Shen Yuzhuo's clothes, completely dumbfounded.

What a vicious woman, a vicious woman that no one wants.

Anyone who falls in love with her will be unlucky for eight lifetimes.

He had no breath at all, and Yu Zhao did not find any trace of him. After all, they did not think that the mask was his true body, and in fact it was not.

But he is the King of Skin-Transforming Ghosts, a king that can only be born among ten thousand skin-transforming ghosts.

Naturally, she is not comparable to ordinary people. She has her own unique way of escape. Now she has turned into a juvenile body. She only needs to eat more and she will return to her previous size in time.

It's just a matter of time.

The little black boy climbed up slowly, but a pair of slender jade-like fingers held down his forward steps. The two fingers seemed to be made of iron and were slowly closing together, as if to crush him into powder.

Just when he was having trouble breathing, the hand slowly loosened and used spiritual power to transform into a thin black chain, binding him tightly.

"do not move."

A low voice seemed to be poured directly into his mind. The Skin-Transforming Ghost King did not dare to move. The black color on his body gradually faded, like a flame that was about to disappear.

Several small black auras were like abysses, rushing into the body of the Skin-Transforming Ghost King.

The strong ghost energy made his body, which was about to disappear, more solid.

A decent cultivator actually... practiced the evil ways that they despised the most.

A sense of oppression suddenly came over him, and the Skin-Transforming Ghost King's eyes widened in shock. "Who... are you?"

This half-human, half-ghost thing.

It turned out to be among the human race.

What’s the difference between this and a wolf in sheep’s clothing?