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

Yu Zhao's side was really busy. Many spirits gathered in groups in the air and threw those mermaid beads in the air like performing acrobatics.

There is really no way for the time being.

She raised her eyes, her tone becoming more serious. The spiritual power in her hand burst out, transforming into a long whip, which slammed into the ground, raising a large cloud of dust.

"If you don't give it back to me, I will capture all of you and use you to refine your swords!"

The soul was stunned for half a second, then curled up into a ball, jumping and having fun even more, running wildly like a wild animal.

Yu Zhao: “…”

This...are her words so unconvincing?

Song Yulan patted her shoulder and said earnestly, "After the spirit soul is used, it will turn into a small seed and fall back into the ground, and it will grow next year."

"Some spirits are too large to fly too high. They'd rather be used to refine weapons and then transformed into seeds to hatch again."

"But they are too picky, and not everyone can use it to refine weapons."

Yu Zhao fixed his gaze on the larger spirits below him, and when the time was right, he grabbed one, about half the size of his fist. They felt moist, more like a mist than a drop of water.

The white spirit turned around and glared at her angrily, then took a deep breath and turned into two small balls with a "bang", successfully escaping Yu Zhao's capture.

His hands were empty, but Yu Zhao did not give up and quickly caught another bigger one, but the result was the same, they were both able to break free.

She moved her fingers slightly, and the spiritual power in her palms gathered into a large net.

The mesh was no bigger than her little finger. She stood up and swung it suddenly. One after another, souls were successfully caught in the net. They couldn't get out either. They huddled in the net and swayed desperately, as if they couldn't find their direction in life.

After a while, the spirits became listless, and even the light on their bodies seemed to have dimmed a little.

They like freedom and their favorite thing is to lie in mid-air and drift with the wind. They don’t like being locked up.

Looking at the 'evil' person in front of them, they finally began to get scared and fell to the ground, lying there in a pile.

Yu Zhao leaned over and grabbed one of them, negotiating, "Tell them to return my things to me, and I'll let you go."

They blinked their eyes and then stayed still, as if it didn't matter to them if you killed them.

The corners of Yu Zhao's mouth twitched wildly, and he clenched his five fingers and squeezed it into a ball. These things were simply unacceptable!

No matter what you say, it’s useless and it’s difficult to catch!

A creature in the corner of the big net blinked its eyes, opened its big mouth and took a big bite of the big net condensed by Yu Zhao. Its teeth were sharp and it quickly bit through a part of it. It then began to eat it in big mouthfuls like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves.

Seeing this, other spirits quickly followed suit, and the big net was completely devoured in an instant.

Each of their spirits seemed to have seen something delicious, and they rushed towards Yu Zhaofei, sticking to her arms and calves, absorbing some of the overflowing spiritual power in big gulps.

A few brave ones even lay directly on Yu Zhao's face, holding her cheeks with their ears and rubbing them vigorously, as if wanting more spiritual power.

Yu Zhao wanted to raise her hand to grab it, but soon more spirits rushed over and held down her arms to prevent her from moving, just like bandits.

Not only did they steal the storage bag, but they also wanted to steal the spiritual power. Yu Zhao trembled all over and wanted to drive away the tickler around his waist.

But the fiery red spirit was very agile. It dodged her spiritual power with a jump, and then swallowed the spiritual power in one gulp like a puppy catching a frisbee, and smacked its lips.

Seeing this, other spirits also started to tickle her waist, hoping to gain more spiritual power.

Looking at the huge number of spiritual souls, Yu Zhao realized that he would need to drain his dantian to feed them. He could not help but shrink back. His feet were squeezed by the spiritual souls, and he lost his balance and rolled down the hillside.

She was dizzy and before she could stand up, she was surrounded by more spirits. They were holding Yu Zhao's storage bag and tossing it up and down in a show of force.

Yu Zhao's forehead twitched wildly. These little guys were so difficult to deal with.

I might as well lie down like them.

So no matter how they tormented her, she remained motionless, even tickling didn't work. She thought of the most painful thing in her life and soon calmed down.

The bunch of little guys struggled for nearly half an hour, but when they saw her look of devotion, they felt bored and gave up trying to grab other people's storage bags.

But there were still a few who lay patiently above her head, ready to wait.

Ying mingled with them and floated past Yu Zhao. She quickly pulled him down. Now she had a ready-made spy, didn't she?

Yu Zhao narrowed his eyes and instructed him to do something, "Go talk to them and get my storage bag back."

Now that we have become the same kind, we should be able to communicate better.

Ying nodded, ran over with great confidence, then was kicked away. Not giving up, he walked over again.

The next second was very embarrassing. He was beaten with a board by the spirit and then thrown out, with mud and grass scraps all over the floor.

Yu Zhao’s eyes went dark and he felt like it was all over.

Gulu!

A loud noise came from the depths, which made people shudder. Yu Zhao quickly covered his ears, and soon his soul fell to the ground.

The few above her head shrank into her sleeves in fear, closed their eyes and shivered.

What is it that scares them so much?

Yu Zhao suddenly felt curious, and raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a slit. Then two huge eyes appeared behind him. The red pupils seemed to be stained with blood, which was creepy.

"Gululu..."

"Gululu..."

She screamed, then aimed at several spirits, opened her mouth wide and swallowed them up in an instant. The storm sucked the spirits mixed with leaves into her mouth.

Yu Zhao's eyes twitched slightly, her heart sank a little bit, a chill spread across her back, and a warm breath sprayed on her face. She jumped up, poured spiritual power into her feet, and ran desperately.

The inky figure shuttled through the jungle.

The spirit on her sleeve curled up into a ball, grabbing her clothes tightly and refusing to let go. Yu Zhao was like a ghost in the woods, running for her life.

Now her Jinghong Sword has been taken away and her storage bag is gone. It is simply the beginning of a catastrophe.

Yu Zhao grabbed a spirit from the corner of his clothes, shook its body wildly, and said frantically: "You stinky guys, give me back my knife!!!"

She didn't even know what was chasing her, but the breath was very dangerous. The branches with tender leaves fluttered and swayed lightly.

Only a few shadows were left on the branches.

Gululu...

The sharp voice was like a death warrant, making it difficult for her to react further.