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

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little tense.

Yu Zhao felt a little uneasy when being stared at. After thinking for a few seconds, she felt that her sense of morality needed to be lowered. Even if someone saw a flower on her face, she would not say a word.

You all have nothing to do, just look at her?

Yu Zhao changed her mind and wondered why she should change herself. She could just filter out others. She chose to turn a blind eye and calmly took out the elixir from her storage bag to heal her wounds. Leng Quanyi also took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off her forehead.

Looking at the battle-damaged version of her senior sister, Leng Quanyi blinked, and her hands and face moved closer and closer. Yu Zhao suddenly felt something was wrong, as if he had guessed what she was going to do, and raised his hand to push her face away.

"Just bring the handkerchief over, no need for the face."

Especially the mouth.

I always feel that my junior sister will lick me in the next second.

Leng Quanyi curled the corners of her mouth and carefully wiped Yu Zhao's forehead, her gentle look very considerate.

Because they had just been fighting, Qin Yun, who had been curled up in his sleeves, slowly crawled out and then climbed onto Shen Yuzhuo's shoulders. His junior brother's face was not looking good, gloomy, as if he was about to turn evil.

He really wanted to return to his normal size, so he pulled his collar and asked, "Don't you have a mouth?"

What shocked him the most was the current relationship between Yu Zhao and Leng Quanyi. If they were together, then his junior apprentice brother...

Do you want to be a mistress who interferes with other people's love?

Difficult to stretch.

Qin Yun pulled a handful of the boy's hair, then raised his chin towards Leng Quanyi, his meaning was very clear.

Look at them?

Look at you again.

Others are serving tea and water, cleaning and bandaging the wounds, but you, a fool, can only stand there and bind spirits.

Shen Yuzhuo mustered up the courage to step forward and whispered, "Let me help you clean your wound."

Before Yu Zhao could react, the handkerchief was directly pressed against the wound on his shoulder. It was rubbed so hard that Yu Zhao felt as if a piece of sandpaper was rubbing against the wound, just like torture.

pain!

Yu Zhao frowned, quietly took a step back, and refused, "No thanks."

What a joke, let him punish him?

Two years ago, I could just burn her flesh with a knife to pull out the arrowhead from her. Now, she probably hasn't made any progress. Fortunately, my junior sister is very careful and wipes the blood from the edge of the wound bit by bit.

Shen Yuzhuo was confused. The next second, the Youlong Sword suddenly jumped up and picked up the handkerchief with the sword. This was the Yueliusha he used to wipe the sword.

This is for polishing the spirit sword...

He suddenly came to his senses, his whole body stiff, not daring to look directly into Yu Zhao's eyes. He lowered his eyes and moved to the side to heal his wounds.

Looking at Shen Yuzhuo running away in disgrace, Leng Quanyi felt secretly happy, with a glimmer of light in his eyes. It would be great if all the competitors were such weaklings.

Then the senior sister is all he has.

WTF.

Hua Ranli, who was watching the show not far away, felt a dark sensation before her eyes. Shen Yuzhuo was like this...what could she use to fight for him?

Compared with the gentle and considerate junior sister Leng Quanyi, he has no competitiveness at all. Sometimes Yu Zhao has no feelings for him, and it really has nothing to do with Yu Zhao. He is a person with big problems himself!

Others were fighting and vying for attention, but he...

It can't stand up at all.

As a spectator who wanted to watch the Shura scene, she had no food to eat at all.

Several people have different thoughts.

At this moment, the rubble on the ground collapsed, and several people fell into a teleportation array and were directly teleported to the sixth floor. The people in the millstone were all stirred out and restored to their original size.

Everyone fell into a huge whirlpool again. As the world was spinning, another wave hit them in the face, almost shaking their brains.

Just when everyone regained consciousness, the waves suddenly stopped and a group of people fell into the sea.

The disciple who couldn't swim gurgled and bubbled, then sank directly into the water like a weight.

The water was all the same color, surrounded by sea water, and there were sudden waves from time to time.

Yu Zhao put his arm around Leng Quanyi's waist, swung his arm, and the Jinghong Sword instantly brought the two of them out of the water. The touch of her hand was particularly obvious.

I always feel that... Junior Sister's waist is a little stiff.

After they stood firm, they took a deep breath of fresh air. Ying also shrank in size and clung to Yu Zhao's head, acting as a black decoration.

He opened his mouth and spat out a crayfish, then shook off the conch on Yu Zhao's head.

Very good, the view here is very spacious and he is very satisfied.

Yu Zhao didn't care about him. After all, he wouldn't stretch it out like shredded potatoes, so there was no need to worry about hygiene issues.

When she lowered her head, she saw the young man in white clothes sinking in the water. He had a handsome face and loose black hair, like a night-blooming cereus that accidentally fell into the water.

He was descending faster and faster. Yu Zhao jumped in without hesitation, plunged into the seabed with a "splash", and pulled the man out.

She held Shen Yuzhuo in one hand and the Youlong Sword in the other. Unexpectedly, the sword spirit could not jump up once it fell into the water, just like its landlubber sword master.

Yu Zhao picked up the man and placed him on the Jinghong Sword. The Jinghong Sword made a "clang" sound, expressing his dissatisfaction.

It was too heavy for three people to sit on.

It was indeed seriously overloaded. Yu Zhao's gaze was fixed on the young man beside her, from his dripping nose to his pale lips. She really couldn't understand why a male protagonist like Long Aotian was actually a landlubber.

He raised his hand and put the Youlong Sword aside, and threw Shen Yuzhuo onto the sword. Only then did Jinghong Dao stop making noises.

Yu Zhao let out a breath and soon saw Leng Quanyi, who was looking unhappy at the side. Her eyes looked as if she wanted to kick Shen Yuzhuo down again.

Very unhappy.

Yu Zhao raised his hand to pry open her face and warned her seriously, "Don't have any evil thoughts."

If you have evil thoughts towards the Son of Heaven, you are likely to encounter a script-killing situation.

Leng Quanyi became even more displeased. She picked up the conch floating on the water and threw it over. It was just a small fight, so Yu Zhao didn't take it too seriously. He just raised his eyes and looked at the quiet sea around him.

There doesn't seem to be even a piece of land here, so staying here forever is no use.

Qin Yun and Le Li also came up and picked up the octopus and crab that Leng Quanyi threw on Shen Yuzhuo's face with a speechless look on their faces.

The little disciple's face was covered in ink, and even his lips were pinched twice by the pliers, leaving a large area swollen. Qin Yun hadn't expected that this seemingly well-behaved and sensible female cultivator would actually be full of evil intentions.

A group of people stood on the magic weapons, trying to find a way to a higher level.

"There's no need to look for an exit for now. The good stuff is on the sixth and seventh floors. The first five floors are just a threshold." An unknown cultivator whispered this with a strong sense of pride in his tone.

Yu Zhao looked over when he heard the voice. The disciple was wearing the clothes of the Wanjian Sect and was a local. He obviously knew more and was more reliable.

"Could you tell me something?" A cultivator came forward soon to talk to him, and politely took out a little 'gift' from his sleeve and gave it to the disciple.