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

The white light slowly turned into a scorching red light. It was the first time that Ying saw anything outside. He curiously picked up a piece of dry bone and put it into his mouth to chew.

He walked along, turning over everything he could see, picking it up and putting it in his mouth to taste it. He was like a Pixiu, only taking in and not giving out.

Yu Zhaode stared at him as she walked. She lowered her eyes to look at his stomach and couldn't help but doubt, would he really not get an upset stomach?

I feel like I can eat anything.

The scorching sand and gravel made the few people uncomfortable, so they did not walk very fast. Looking at the sandstorm in the distance, a hint of surprise flashed in Yu Zhao's eyes. He finally found a little hope.

They were not far from the sandstorm and would be able to get out soon.

Before she could be happy for three seconds, Ying dug out a person from the sand. Her pink dress was very eye-catching.

Looking at the blood-stained cheek, Yu Zhao's eyes flashed slightly, and he took three steps forward to snatch food from the tiger's mouth. He leaned over and stuffed a pill into her mouth, then fed her some water.

"Hua Ranli, wake up."

The girl gently patted her cheek. Inexplicably, Shen Yuzhuo thought of the past. Every time Yu Zhao called him, he wanted to leave a scar on his face.

Treating people differently.

Hua Ranli slowly opened his eyes, and then his pupils shrank sharply, "Let's go! There's an ambush nearby!"

She got separated from her teammates, and then encountered other teams ambushing other lone monks, catching them all.

It's a pity it's too late.

A large net fell down, and at the same time there was another large net below. The two large black nets merged at the same time, and several people were covered in an instant. Once they moved too much or used spiritual power, they would be electrocuted.

Yu Zhao narrowed his eyes and stared at the people who were digging through the sand and crawling out from the ground. He didn't know how long they had been squatting there.

The leading monk stepped out of the sand, his shiny Mediterranean hair was particularly dazzling, even more dazzling than the reflection of a mirror. He glanced at a few people and clicked his tongue.

"I didn't expect to arrest the wrong person."

Wang Zhuo originally wanted to eliminate Hua Ranli's teammates, but he didn't expect another group of people to come. It was fate, so he solved them all today.

The team formation part is good, more people can get rid of the smaller ones, and it will be easier to get a good ranking in the competition.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and his gaze fell on a person. He walked alone in front of Shen Yuzhuo, with a long sword across his brow, "Do you still remember me?"

Looking at the unfamiliar face in front of him, Shen Yuzhuo was confused, his brows furrowed, "Who is it?"

Wang Zhuo slammed his sword down, seemingly breaking through his defense. He jumped up and yelled, "You don't even remember me?!!"

His eyes were three parts shock, four parts pain, and three parts madness, as if he couldn't accept this fact. Shen Yuzhuo calmly searched his empty brain and found that he had no impression of the person in front of him.

He has always had a good memory. If he had seen him before, he would definitely be very anxious. But now he can't remember. There is only one possibility: the two of them have never met, or he has seen him before, but he hasn't seen him before.

The confusion in his eyes didn't seem fake. Wang Zhuo's pupils trembled, and his voice seemed a little hoarse. "You saved me a year ago. Have you forgotten?"

Then he skillfully took out a wig from his sleeve and put it on his head. Although his face was obviously that of an ordinary passerby, he looked quite handsome when he put on the wig.

After hesitating for a second, Shen Yuzhuo clapped his hands and finally had an impression. He didn't expect that just a hairstyle could make him change so drastically. He didn't recognize him just now.

"I remember now, you are a sheep dung."

As soon as the last three words came out, Wang Zhuo couldn't stand it anymore. "Shut up, don't call me that name. I'm Wang Zhuo now."

He changed his name. It was before and it is now.

But the people behind him were laughing so hard that they couldn't stop, but they still bit their lips hard to hold back their tears, and their tears were about to burst out. The senior brother was actually called Yangfendan before, and the name sounded very warm.

In a daze, Shen Yuzhuo seemed to have remembered something else, and his face was a little stiff. "The top of your head was shaved off when I saved you a year ago. It hasn't grown back yet?"

When he killed the monster on the spot, he used too much force and cut the monster in half with one blow of his sword, but some passersby were also hit.

It was cut into the Mediterranean.

But the person is still alive and his life was saved.

Seeing that he didn't care, Wang Zhuo became even more angry. He stood on tiptoe and grabbed his collar, staring at him viciously, and gritted his teeth and said, "Why didn't you save the others in our village?"

Obviously...

It was only a matter of time. If he had arrived sooner, the others wouldn't have to die. He clearly had the ability to do it, but he was unwilling to accept it!

Shen Yuzhuo pursed his lips and said, "I tried my best."

"I don't believe it! Why were you laughing at that time?" Wang Zhuo could not forget the young man's indifferent smile in the sea of ​​fire. So many people had died, so how could he laugh!

So he was certain that he must have done it on purpose.

Shen Yuzhuo didn't struggle. His eyes were like a dark abyss, with a hint of death. "I can only laugh."

What else, cry?

Can he make everyone cry?

A bitter smile, a confused smile. There were many things he couldn't do. He could only maintain a faint smile and try hard not to cry.

He can't cry, he can't be weak.

Master said that he still has a long way to go and he cannot give up easily.

He didn't even have the right to cry freely. If others saw it, this emotion would spread to others even more desperately, like a plague.

He...can't.

Being calm and apathetic is what a strong person should do.

He can sympathize and feel sad, but he cannot show it. He cannot let others guess what is in his heart, and he cannot expose his vulnerability.

His sword cannot bend.

His spine cannot be broken.

Yu Zhao turned his head and glanced at him. There were tides in the boy's eyes, and there seemed to be something hidden in them, which was hidden very deeply and never revealed easily. If you live too long with a mask on, you will not be able to take it off.

Most of the time, his emotions are indifferent, without any extreme joy or sorrow, and he looks lifeless.

More like a puppet, at the mercy of others.

Realizing this thought, Yu Zhao suddenly came back to her senses. What was she thinking? He was the son of heaven, blessed with great fortune, and he was holding Long Aotian's script. How could he be a puppet?

She shook her head gently, filtering out the thoughts bubbling in her mind.

But Wang Zhuo didn't know, he only knew the despair at that time. The boy laughed, he actually laughed!

Why!

Why should they die? Why didn't he save them and still dared to laugh?

No, no.

Wang Zhuo came closer, his eyes bloodshot, and said cruelly, "You have to cry."

The madness in his eyes made the people behind him a little afraid, and they quickly took several steps back. There was something wrong with his senior brother.

The bright red blood threads were like a spider web, drawing Wang Zhuo together step by step. With a clang sound, the spider web suddenly broke apart, and everything collapsed.

The hatred in his eyes seemed to tear everything apart. The air was suffocating and it was hard to breathe.

The scarlet spiritual power was flying around in disorder, blowing up her long hair and clothes, making them as sharp as blades.

"You've been possessed by a demon." Shen Yuzhuo looked at him, his gaze remained the same, but murderous intent rose in his heart. Demons and humans are mortal enemies. Since he has been possessed by a demon, he is no longer a human being, and it is not okay to shelter the demons.

All demons and alien races should be killed.

This is the concept that Master has instilled in him over time.

Wang Zhuo's hair was scattered on his back, his red eyes were already crazy, and he had long forgotten that his goal was to eliminate others. Now he only had the enraged murderous intent.

He... wants to kill Shen Yuzhuo.

Cut the tendons in his hands and feet so that he can no longer laugh and will have to kneel before him and cry bitterly.