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

Yu Zhao placed his hand on Shen Yuzhuo's jaw, and with a little force, he lifted his jaw, put the kettle into his mouth, and then pinched his lips.

After shaking his shoulders twice, he was able to feed it in smoothly.

She couldn't help but sigh that it was more convenient to feed water to her junior sister.

The wind and sand were a little blinding, so Yu Zhao turned around and pulled the two of them behind a severely corroded rock wall, where the wind and sand were a little weaker.

But we still can't be careless, this place may collapse at any time.

To prevent sand from entering their mouths and noses and suffocating them, a layer of white gauze was covered over the two of them, just enough to cover their heads. Yu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the rock wall, breathing heavily.

Why aren’t you awake yet?

It’s too tiring to take care of two people at the same time.

If they don't wake up, everyone wants to slap them in the face to wake them up. Yu Zhao experienced what it means to move forward with a heavy burden, and his junior sister seemed to be a little heavier when she looked at him.

Although Shen Yuzhuo, that idiot, looks thin, it is actually not too difficult to drag him.

She glanced at the two "corpses" lying on the ground, and always felt that the white cloth veil was a bit unlucky. After thinking about it, Yu Zhao finally found two pieces of red cloth to cover their heads, which would look more festive.

Rubbing his sore shoulders, Yu Zhao lay flat on the yellow sand. This place was very similar to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, but the wind and sand here were even more severe. After walking for so long, he didn't even see a ghost.

Extremely boring.

She took out the Jinghong Blade, eagerly anticipating the moment when her blade would radiate a spirit. Over a decade had passed, and even more so under her master's wing, even after so long, and with two successive blade masters, it still hadn't condensed a spirit.

Yu Zhao looked at the wandering dragon sword spirit floating in the air and asked, "Leave professional matters to professionals."

"What are the conditions for a sword to have a spirit?"

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit turned around and smiled, then said calmly, "I don't know."

Unsatisfied with this answer, Yu Zhao naturally did not give up and continued to ask, "What's your situation?"

It seems that the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit has lived for a long time.

He floated to the ground, sitting upright, with a hint of pride on his face, "Of course I'm gifted. I had spiritual awareness when I was born."

Yu Zhao: “…”

You are said to be fat and you still have asthma?

Yu Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled softly, then placed the knife on Shen Yuzhuo's fragile neck. "Your master is in my hands. I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words."

No, he even threatened?

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit was horrified and waved his hands hastily, "No! No! No! Little aunt, I'll take it all! I'll take it all!"

Really, sword cultivators have bad tempers.

He said angrily, "Your sword refuses to gather spirit."

Yu Zhao was slightly stunned. Unwilling? Why? She had often arranged for him a super luxurious sword and bath package. Besides, the sword condensed into a sword spirit, which was good for both her and himself.

The better the cooperation, the easier it is to achieve the state of unity between man and sword.

Yu Zhao touched the Jinghong Knife, like a worried old mother, "My son, why don't you want to condense the knife spirit and talk to me?"

Yidao and Yiren have been together for a long time, and a deep bond has been formed.

The blood-red blade of the Jinghong Sword trembled violently and made a buzzing sound.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit acted as a translator again, "Jinghong Blade means that their lifespan is very long, while the lifespan of cultivators is very short."

Although monks have cultivation and live longer than ordinary mortals, the lifespan of those divine beasts and spirit weapons is still very short. They may meet dozens of masters in their lifetime.

That’s why there is a saying that xx sword is the xth sword master.

Jinghong Dao bent slightly, and the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit continued, "His creator was a white-haired centenarian. By some strange coincidence, he got the opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation. His talent is not high, and his remaining life span is only fifty years."

"But he loved forging swords and magical weapons. When the old man had only three years left to live, the Jinghong Blade was forged. When he was still ignorant and watching the old man busy on the display stand, his time had come and he passed away."

Yu Zhao pursed his chapped lips, took out a fire talisman from his storage bag and placed it on a stone the size of his head. The warm flames shone on his cheeks, and his clear eyes flashed slightly.

They could be considered to be in the same boat. The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit stroked the scabbard of the Jinghong Sword with some emotion in his eyes. "His second sword master was a desperado, and he, ignorant as he was, also became bloodthirsty."

"He killed so many people that the blade was dyed red. Before, it was silvery white, as bright as moonlight, and like a silver fish in the water."

It is true that an instrument follows its owner.

"In the days that followed, he met many people, both good and bad, and he took on the character of the knife-wielding man: innocent, cruel, and moody."

He paused briefly and continued, "But sometimes the changes are too rapid, and after a while he can't quite distinguish between himself and others."

"So he decided not to transform and not be influenced by others."

Hearing this, Yu Zhao sighed, lowered his head, and paused as he carefully wiped the blade. Then he continued wiping and said with a relieved tone, "Okay."

"I respect your choice."

Her knife has its own personality, which is good. She naturally won't force him to do something she doesn't like.

This was the only thought her master left for her.

In fact, Jinghong Dao has always been forced to make a choice and has been fought over by others. The Ghost Doctor is very good to him, but he is a little forgetful. After killing someone, he will forget about him and leave him in the chest of his enemy.

Then he would pull it out himself, and then follow him happily, poking his butt madly in dissatisfaction.

Yu Zhao was the sword master he was most satisfied with, because he chose her himself. Fortunately, she was also talented and did not disappoint his choice.

I can be considered to be serving him diligently and responsibly, so it's just passable.

If it's out of ten, I'd give her nine points, and the remaining one point is because I'm afraid she'll be proud.

The trust between a knife and a person is mutual. In Yu Zhao's heart, he must be ranked first.

The Youlong Sword Spirit was like a ghost, wondering why the Jinghong Sword was suddenly so happy?

Seeing Yu Zhao wiping the blade for him and serving him comfortably with a look of cherishing him, the Youlong Sword Spirit immediately became jealous and wanted to jump up and slap the unconscious Shen Yuzhuo twice.

Look at how Jinghongdao is treated.

Look at him again...

The shabby scabbard didn't even have a tassel, and the sword body was also tattered and lusterless. It was completely different from the last time we met.

His fragile little heart felt a pang of sadness.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit squatted above Shen Yuzhuo, staring at him with dead fish eyes, with thick bloodshot in the bottom of his eyes, like an evil ghost that had just crawled out to seek revenge.

Damn Shen Yuzhuo!

Sword lovers are thriving.

You deserve it that Yu Zhao looks down on you. You are so stingy with your own spiritual sword. What future do you have?