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

The Jinghong Knife deflected to block, and the tip of the knife collided violently with the sword body, sparks flew everywhere. Yu Zhao vomited a mouthful of blood foam, and she forced herself to swallow it.

Then he turned his waist, and the sword brushed past Yu Zhao, who fell several steps back. He suddenly shot out like an arrow.

The two of them quickly distanced themselves from each other again.

The person controlling the situation from behind seemed to be getting anxious, and Shen Yuzhuo's consciousness became blurred. The ink-black hem of the clothes was getting closer and closer, and the sword in his hand became more and more fierce.

The girl gradually lost her strength and her movements became slower and slower, and she almost stabbed the vital points several times.

If she continues like this, she will die in his hands. Realizing this possibility, Shen Yuzhuo felt guilty and reluctant. He pursed his lips and smiled, "I'll forcibly shatter the tendons and veins of my limbs later, and you can take the opportunity to kill me."

He is a man who will never give up until he is dead. Even if his tendons are broken, he still has other ways to kill others.

In this case, it's dangerous.

Yu Zhao dodged the attack easily, her heart skipped a beat. The wind and sand carried the boy's unique voice into her ears, and her eyes were slightly stunned.

"what?"

Shen Yuzhuo patiently repeated it, and the words spoken in his rather cold voice were very pleasant to the ears.

This time Yu Zhao heard clearly that Shen Yuzhuo wanted her to kill him. To be honest, she was a little surprised. She tried to find a hint of lies in his phoenix eyes.

It is a pity.

The look was sincere, he was serious, he wanted her to kill him.

Yu Zhao's face was not very good. If Shen Yuzhuo had the intention to kill her, she would have done it without hesitation. But now that he had taken the initiative, she was a little unable to do it.

But this is a special case, and special cases require special treatment.

You can burn more paper money for him next year.

Shen Yuzhuo felt a hint of anticipation, something he didn't even know what it was, like the wind that couldn't be grasped. Then he heard her say something to him about their first meeting.

"Don't worry, my knife is very quick, it won't hurt too much."

These words were like a bolt from the blue. The young man swallowed his saliva with a sour taste in his mouth. His eyes felt a little sore. Maybe it was because the strong wind and sand made him blind.

But he still did not hesitate. The young man closed his eyes and mobilized the little spiritual power he could use. With a puff, the blood mist exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and his thin body fell to the ground with a bang.

The hot blood spilled on the sand, and soon a sizzling sound was made, and the blood evaporated into a ball of hot air.

Shen Yuzhuo lowered his head, the loose hair on his forehead obscuring his vision. Was he about to die?

This life seems so short.

He lived for a few years, which was enough. He saved Yu Zhao and his fellow disciples, and he had no regrets.

Sorry?

He would never see her again.

The familiar fragrance was getting closer and closer, and the familiar figure was getting closer and closer through the gaps in her hair. The girl looked at him with a smile.

Shen Yuzhuo had a slight smile on his face, looking very calm, as if he saw again the man holding the blood-red blade against his neck.

The look of him laughing and teasing her.

Strictly speaking, this is the fourth time they have met each other.

He closed his eyes tightly, his thick eyelashes drooped quietly, his expression peaceful, as if he was welcoming his own death.

His white clothes were covered with wrinkles, and the corners of his clothes were torn into several holes. He hadn't looked so miserable in a long time. This time, he died before them.

The tip of the knife penetrated into the chest very quickly, but Shen Yuzhuo didn't even frown. Yu Zhao didn't lie to him, her knife was very fast.

Blood oozed from the blood-red blade.

Tick-tock

The boiling blood dyed the ground red. Shen Yuzhuo felt warm all over, as if he was back in the grass of Haoyun Sect basking in the sun, and the smell of mixed grass invaded his nose.

The dark eyes gradually dimmed, and the light disappeared bit by bit.

He slowly closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

A hand with thin calluses slapped his face with a very crisp sound. Shen Yuzhuo slowly opened his eyelids. His eyes were a little uncomfortable with the strong light, and he blinked gently.

The girl in front of him was sitting in front of him, still maintaining the movements of her hands. Leng Quanyi beside him also came over and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him?"

Ying poked his face and croaked.

Yu Zhao shook his head slightly, his light-colored eyes like glass, looking straight at Shen Yuzhuo, "I don't know, maybe he was scared silly."

She performed the surgery directly, which would be considered practicing medicine without a license in modern times.

After saying that, she patted his face again, this time with a little more force, and clear finger marks soon appeared on his fair face.

She simply used her pupil technique to see the silk thread wrapped around his heart and then picked it out for him. The others also found other red threads while running away and burned them as well.

Now this demented look...

She thought, she didn't pick out his shrimp thread.

In Shen Yuzhuo's blurred vision, a little light seemed to condense on the girl's face, as soft as a dandelion on the roadside, and she just sat there quietly.

His arms were shaking, and the next second, he suddenly stepped forward and hugged Yu Zhao.

He didn't know why, but he just wanted to.

She chose to save him and not abandon him.

Yu Zhao turned his neck stiffly, and before he could react, the arm on his back felt as strong as iron, strangling him so hard that he couldn't breathe. The slightly cold palm began to heat up a little.

The drizzle seeped into Shen Yuzhuo's heart. A glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes.

"Are you going to strangle me?" Yu Zhao couldn't help but pinch the soft flesh on his waist. "If you hug me again, I'll charge you."

The kind that charges by the second.

I thought he would let go, but he just hummed in a muffled voice.

Perhaps it was out of relief that he had survived the disaster, Yu Zhao smiled in relief. If he hadn't thought quickly at that time, Shen Yuzhuo would have definitely died.

Of course, it is also possible that she was killed in return and forced to die under his protagonist halo.

Now that I'm alive, it's still quite worthwhile.

Leng Quanyi looked at Shen Yuzhuo with dead eyes, then released Xiaoji to bite his head. Then he huddled in Yu Zhao's arms, constantly on guard against Shen Yuzhuo, looking at him coldly, his voice carrying a hint of danger.

"You are not allowed to hug my senior sister."

"Where's Wang Zhuo?" Yu Zhao pulled her hand away and asked, "He didn't run away, did he?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a figure slowly approached. The girl was dragging a cold corpse, which she had thrown on the ground. The corpse was shriveled and its eyes were almost popping out.

When Wang Zhuo's chest was opened, it was clear that he was dying. He had also forcibly activated two evil magical weapons, and his dantian had been drained dry. His pale hair was like dead grass, spread out in a mess, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked miserable in death.

The heart in his hand was like a deflated ball, something was missing.

Yu Zhao suddenly felt something was wrong and frowned, "The head is gone."

Hua Ranli crossed her arms and said, "I only saw this body. I looked around, but it seems the skull disappeared."

Finally, Yu Zhao raised his palm, and a ball of fire ignited in the palm of his hand. As soon as the flame touched the corpse, it burned slowly, and in a few seconds it was burned to ashes.

A foul odor hit my nose.

When the wind and sand blew, the ashes completely dissipated.