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

When they met again, his two masters were together, but no one came to bless them. The moonlight was cold and bleak.

Everyone found excuses to avoid them and no one blessed them.

It was not until later that I learned that gods cannot be with other people. In the heavenly realm, perhaps Yuexian is a very powerful immortal.

But gods are different. They are powerful, but when they have offspring, they will lose their divine power, gradually age, and finally disappear.

The red ribbons on the osmanthus tree are charming, blowing in the wind.

The red gauze dances, and two figures in red embrace each other.

Ying blinked lightly, and played music and sang with all her might. In order to avoid waste, she ate up all the food from hundreds of tables.

Looking at the busy shadow, the two masters smiled.

Later, the real little master was born.

"Just call him Mo Lian. My child should naturally take my last name." Yue Xian said seriously.

The god beside him did not object, and his face showed a warmth like melting ice and snow. He seemed very nervous and reached out to gently touch the young master's fingers. He was startled and his whole body was stiff as a board.

Yuexian was amused.

The two of them were very happy holding the little master. He didn't understand why this little thing was so weak and fragile, like a little kitten that could die at any time.

He really wanted to taste her, which should be milky.

But looking at the giggling little thing, he finally reached out and gently touched her cheek, which was very soft, like those vicious newborn bunnies.

But she was very well behaved, she didn't cry or make a fuss. Gradually, her breathing became weaker and weaker, as if she was about to die at any time.

Finally one day, dark clouds covered the city, lightning flashed in it, and heavy rain poured down. The two masters went out and never came back. He would howl every night.

The vitality of the little master in the cradle gradually grew stronger.

Ying would bring her a big bone stick from his dog bowl, but the little thing didn't have sharp teeth like his, so it could only howl. It hung its head drooping and couldn't even wag its tail.

Finally, he dug a hole in the ground and dug out the vicious rabbits. He reluctantly offered them his treasured big bone stick and asked them to feed the young master.

Fortunately, they didn't ask for it, but only asked for some laurel bark and laurel flowers.

The little thing survived successfully.

In the days that followed, Ying would squat beside her to take care of the cub crawling on the ground, and carry her on her back to howl at the highest point of the Moon Palace.

She learned quickly and gradually grew up.

The appearance is slim and graceful.

But there was no smile on his face, like a numb puppet, delicate and beautiful, but so quiet that he didn't seem like a living person.

later……

The gods found him hiding and put him in a tower. He was locked up and tried every way to get out but could not. The divine light in the tower eroded his will bit by bit.

He was so weak that he should have been wiped out directly, but the shadow of the residual soul left by his master remained on his body. That was their obsession. While waiting, he also fell into confusion.

Will that little thing die if it leaves him?

She would be alone.

The gods will not accept a god with impure blood. If she is half immortal and half god, her soul will collapse and her body will slowly disintegrate. Perhaps the immortal will accept her.

Can……

What if the gods let those ignorant immortals reject her as well?

Then she would have nowhere to go. She couldn't even chew a big bone stick and couldn't eat it in one bite like him, so she was still just a child.

The master said that she was his family, and so was the young master.

When he was anxious and restless, the residual soul of his master would gently stroke his head and comfort him.

"She's not a child anymore. She has her own choices."

"The gods won't tolerate her, but we will."

"She will have many companions in the future. The storms won't always be there, but...love will remain."

"Someone will love her for us. She is the child born of our love."

"So... trust her, okay?"

Later, I finally met her. Now she is a sword cultivator of the human race. She is resolute, brave, confident and shining. She has her own little friends.

There would be a faint smile in her eyes, and she would play and fight with her friends. She had found her own way and was no longer alone.

After thinking for a while, Yingzai glanced at them carefully, and as usual, he raised his hand and touched Yu Zhao's head, and then touched Hua Ranli, Leng Quanyi, and Shen Yuzhuo.

They are all good kids.

Yu Zhao and his companions were discussing countermeasures and didn't pay any attention to the hand that was fiddling with everyone's hair.

They looked at each other and nodded firmly.

Leng Quanyi took out a gilded wolf-hair brush from the storage bag. The yellow paper looked like butterfly wings flying in the sky. His strokes were smooth and the ink seemed to come alive.

The ink-colored circle around the girl spread out like a landscape painting.

Hua Ranli also took off the formation plate from his waist. Yu Zhao raised his fingers slightly, and an ice flower formation plate with an ice-blue color appeared in his hand. Soon, different formation plates appeared at the same time.

This type of storage array can only be used once. I originally planned to use it later, but now I have to take it out and use it.

Yu Zhao moved his lips slightly, activating the array plates in the air. The one on the far right shook violently, emitting a dazzling white light. The cold chains climbed up Ukasa's limbs silently like spirit snakes.

By the time he realized what was happening, the hand holding the millstone had been restrained and then gradually frozen. Wherever the cold air from the chains touched, frost covered the ground.

He struggled hard, but without moving, the broken ice kept falling.

Hua Ranli shouted loudly, flipped his fingertips, and the runes on the array plate suddenly lit up. Vines sprang out from the ground and bound Ukasa's legs in an instant.

Now he only has one hand that can move.

The cold air at the scene spread, making people shiver uncontrollably, and the hot air they exhaled quickly dissipated.

Yu Zhao and Shen Yuzhuo stepped forward at the same time, and two figures, one black and one white, appeared in front of Wukasa in the blink of an eye.

The sword light of spiritual power hit the joint of the arm directly. Under normal circumstances, it would have cut off the entire arm, but the Youlong Sword only cut off a few scales, and a few traces of blood splashed on the white sleeve.

A blood mist exploded before his eyes. The young man was stunned for a moment, his mind went blank. He turned his head stiffly to look at his right arm holding the sword.

The same place was injured.

His mind suddenly reacted, and he hurriedly shouted at the black-clothed girl who appeared behind Ukasa: "Get out of the way, this guy can backfire!"

Their bodies were nowhere near as strong as his, and if they attacked him they could only scrape off his scales and at most inflict some minor skin injuries on him, but they simply cut off his hands.

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhao's eyes trembled and he reacted immediately. The blade that was swinging towards Ukasa's head deviated by more than half, just enough to cut off the hair on his forehead and a bit of scalp.

At the same time, she felt a sharp pain in her forehead, and a blood flower burst out from her forehead, blurring her right eye.

There was a buzzing sound in my head for a moment.