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

Leng Quanyi's eyes changed color, and there seemed to be waves brewing in her amber eyes. A cold light flashed in her eyes. Who does senior sister like?

This question is important.

The corners of her eyes turned red, and she gripped Yu Zhao with increasing force, as if she wanted to crush his bones.

Yu Zhao lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the struggling insect on the ground. With a layer of mist in his eyes, he said hazily, "I..."

Before he could finish his words, the black coffin suddenly made a roaring sound, as if it was going to pierce people's eardrums, and then the ground began to shake violently.

The coffin was shiny black all over. At this moment, the coffin lid was vibrating up and down, making loud banging sounds. Every time it made a sound, a wave of air would shake it open.

Everyone was in a state of confusion and fell to the ground one after another, only able to stabilize themselves by holding on to the ground tightly.

A strong ghostly aura spread around, like a layer of black gauze that could not be pushed away or dispelled.

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King in Shen Yuzhuo's sleeve was so excited that he almost turned over in excitement, and stretched out his tongue to try to reach the ghost energy.

These are all great tonics for evil spirits. As long as he eats a little more, his strength will increase greatly, and he will be able to turn the tables and trample this coffin-faced swordsman under his feet.

Before his long tongue could slide into the ghostly aura floating in the air, it was slapped back by a large hand. He looked in the direction it was taking and saw a pair of cold phoenix eyes with drooping corners, the warning in them was self-evident.

The Skin-Transforming Ghost King shuddered all over, silently rolled up his tongue into a roll, and silently pulled it back.

You little bastard, you're so annoying.

Then he saw Shen Yuzhuo supporting the ground with one hand, the mist vibrating, and he silently absorbed the surrounding ghost energy into his body.

He really does great things quietly.

Skin-Transforming Ghost King: "...Eating alone is not a good habit."

What a dog! He's even more protective of his food than he is.

Soon he received a look from Youlongjian, and the Skin-Transforming Ghost King immediately became obedient. It was his nature to bully the weak and fear the strong, and he just wanted to stay alive.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

He could outlast them both.

The chain on the millstone was also vibrating. Yu Zhao narrowed his eyes and walked forward slowly, then used the Jinghong Knife to chop the junction of the chain and the millstone. After three cuts, a scratch finally appeared on the chain.

Yu Zhao was overjoyed. Leng Quanyi appeared beside him without him knowing, pulling the millstone hard, pulling the chain into a straight line.

Every time the chain was swung, the runes on it would tremble slightly, and the light on it would dim a little.

The black coffin suddenly opened a crack, and large amounts of ghostly energy emerged, like the black ash produced by burning inferior coal. The chain shook twice, and then began to tremble more wildly, with a faint sign of pulling the millstone in.

His crooked eyeballs were rolling around, with rotten flesh hanging scattered on them, and it seemed that he was constantly dropping things. He looked at the two of them sinisterly through the coffin, as if he wanted to chew them up and swallow them into his stomach.

The cold ghostly aura spread everywhere, prying at people's nerves all the time. Yu Zhao's scalp was about to explode. Sure enough, there was something in the black coffin.

Just now, I vaguely felt that Ukasa seemed to be guarding the black coffin.

I didn't expect it to be true.

The two people and the monster soon started a tug-of-war. Hua Ranli, who fell to the ground, also stepped forward to pull and contribute his own strength.

She glanced at Shen Yuzhuo who was 'collapsed' on the ground, and could not help but get angry. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's just a minor injury. Why are you so weak? Why don't you come and help?"

He couldn't rest while letting the three of them play tug-of-war.

Shen Yuzhuo still did not move, but absorbed the ghost energy to recover from his injuries.

After a long while, he stood up, leaned over and inserted the Youlong Sword into the ground, muttering something, which seemed to be Sanskrit. Every time he recited it, the momentum of the black coffin weakened a little.

Shen Yuzhuo frowned slightly, and fell heavily to the ground with a pale face. Blood was flowing from all seven orifices in the cold ghostly aura, just like an evil ghost.

He shouted loudly, and the earth veins seemed to twist. The entire floor began to crack, and a dazzling golden light shot out from the cracks. It seemed that the sky could not bear it and collapsed in an instant, like a thousand broken pieces.

A deep blue auspicious light shone into the black coffin, and a hidden formation appeared on the ground. The golden light was so dazzling that it almost burned people's eyes. What Shen Yuzhuo had just done was to stimulate it.

A divine beast with toothed claws emerged from the ground, its entire body shining white, like the brightest sunlight in the daytime. It raised its head slightly and let out a long roar. The huge sound waves quickly broke free from the chains on the millstone.

Then the tiger leaped up and pressed down the black coffin tightly, and the ground where the black coffin was located also shattered into powder.

It scratched one mark after another on the black coffin until the crack disappeared completely and the ghost-like black smoke around it also dissipated.

The golden light gradually dimmed, and Yu Zhao found that time around him seemed to have stopped. Only a few people on the ground had stunned faces, and the unconscious Shen Yuzhuo was still falling.

The collapsed ground was bottomless, with only some broken rocks remaining on top.

Yu Zhao tiptoed and landed on a piece of gravel, then grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit couldn't bear to watch this anymore. This was simply torture. "...Can you hold his hand?"

Yu Zhao raised his eyebrows, but didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his method of saving people. After all, special situations require special treatment.

She pointed down at his bloody arm and said, "His right hand is almost broken. Should I go and amputate it? Or should I pull his head?"

What does that mean? Cut off his head?

Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit: “…”

Forget it, at least I'm alive, so it doesn't matter what the method is.

If he hadn't activated the formation on the ground, perhaps the things in the black coffin would have run out. Fortunately, his sword master was still useful and it was not in vain that he followed him.

Yu Zhao collapsed to the ground panting, almost exhausted. He didn't expect that a tower could have so many tricks.

Leng Quanyi crawled over from the side, half-bending to look at her face. The girl's mask had fallen somewhere, and her eyes, like clear mountain springs, reflected her appearance.

She saw her own jealous look in her eyes, and that emotion roared and intensified, almost making her breathless.

"Senior Sister, answer my question just now." She leaned forward slightly, pinching Yu Zhao's sleeve with her fingertips, her voice trembling unintentionally.

I am very obsessed with the answer. Who is in my senior sister's heart?

Will there be a place for her?

Yu Zhao didn't know what she meant by this, but still replied, "I saw a little monster."

The girl's voice was like flowing water, soft and gentle with a hint of unrestrainedness, like the breeze passing through the top of a mountain.

When the last three words came out, Yu Zhao was stunned and found that there was something wrong with his junior sister's expression.

Leng Quanyi on the opposite side had a terribly gloomy expression on his face, with nameless jealousy burning in his heart. That guy called little monster, what right did he... have?

He doesn't even have a normal name.

Her eyes were rippling and churning, as if she wanted to tear something apart and crush it into powder. Her eyes were filled with flames, as if burning away the last bit of her sanity.

She had been with her senior sister for two years, and they were the closest people.

unfair!