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

The cave was pitch black. It took Yu Zhao a while to adjust to the darkness. He looked up at the old man not far away.

It sat with its long hair like dead grass piled casually under its body, and even its beard and eyebrows were very long. If you didn't look carefully, you would mistake it for a white, long-haired baboon.

The Jinghong Sword in Yu Zhao's hand flew in the air for a distance, then circled around the old man.

The old man had his eyes closed, and his clothes were tattered and even patinated, but he still didn't give up and casually lifted his clothes onto his shoulders.

"Sit down! I need to look up to talk to you when you're standing. As a junior, you have no manners at all."

Yu Zhao stood not far away without moving. The surrounding rock walls were a bit slippery, and she had no place to sit. "Senior, I'm fine standing."

"sit down."

This time, the old man's words were a little more serious, as if not sitting down would be a disrespect to him.

Just as Yu Zhao was hesitating, the old man's long white hair moved slowly, like something alive. Yu Zhao's scalp went numb. Damn, what was that?

The living hair still looks quite creepy.

But after a moment, she felt relieved. She saw that after the hair ran a distance, it fell off automatically, revealing the old man's bald head, which was brighter than the reflection in the mirror.

It turns out...the hair is fake.

The long white hair slowly fell at Yu Zhao's feet and curled up into a ball, looking like a white-haired monster. The white hair wrapped around Yu Zhao's ankles, and then with a strong pull, she fell into his embrace like a cotton quilt.

A pair of small eyes emerged from the white fur, squeaking.

Yu Zhao finally saw clearly now. What was in front of him was a white mink. Its furry tail looked like a giant caterpillar, which was curled up docilely at the moment.

She couldn't help but touch it, and then looked at her rebellious Jinghong Sword.

This is the first time I've seen him like someone so much.

Yu Zhao was a little curious about the identity of the person in front of him. He brought her here without any bad intentions. According to the routine, he must have something to ask for, or something he wanted to give her.

Yu Zhaoan sat quietly aside, watching the interaction between the man and the sword, and her resistance was no longer so strong. Her Jinghong Sword was quite good. She knew how to improve his favorability and get good things for her, the sword master...

As she waited, an hour passed.

Yu Zhao naturally did not give up hope, as good things were worth waiting for.

And then... two hours.

Three hours...

Time passed endlessly, and Yu Zhao's temples were throbbing. Was he overthinking it? The old man in front of him didn't have any ideas. He just kept teasing the Jinghong Knife as if it were a small pet.

Moreover, Yu Zhao was a little confused about their interaction.

The old man raised his hand and threw the Jinghong Knife into the darkness, where she could not see clearly.

But the next second, the Jinghong Sword would return to the old man's wrinkled hand. This happened hundreds of times, but Yu Zhao still couldn't figure out what was going on.

It seems no different from walking the dog.

However, walking the dog requires holding the small ball, but walking the sword is different. He only needs to throw out the body of the Jinghong Sword and don't worry about anything else. The Jinghong Sword will return to his hand.

The old man kept repeating it as if he was tireless.

Yu Zhao did not urge him. He must have his reasons for doing so, and her urging might backfire.

The old man's hands and feet were tied with chains, but his movements did not seem restricted. His legs and feet looked even more flexible than hers. Yu Zhao rubbed his eyes. He was indeed tied with chains.

next second.

The old man raised his hand and threw the Jinghong Knife out casually.

This time, Yu Zhao finally saw clearly that the old man was very fast. He broke free from the chains and then handcuffed them again.

It's like magic.

It's indescribably magical.

After weighing the pros and cons, the girl chose to hug her knees and watch the two of them "play".

Another hour passed before the old man finally responded. He looked up at Yu Zhao, covered his head with his hands, and laughed.

"Girl, do you want to be like me?"

Yu Zhao glanced at his "Bright Summit" and thought of her own bald appearance. She covered her head and shook her head frantically in resistance. She was young and didn't want to be bald.

Seeing her like this, the old man twitched his lips and said, "I have become bald, and naturally I have become stronger. The strong are invincible and lonely."

"Do you... understand what it means to be lonely at the top?" He scratched his butt with his hand, then picked his nose with his little finger as if nothing had happened.

This... Yu Zhao couldn't help but shrink back.

Seeing that he wanted to secretly change his mind, Yu Zhao did not indulge him, "I'm still young and don't want to become bald."

"What do you know?" The old man laughed angrily and scratched his ear. "Young people are just not steady enough. If you could be like me, you wouldn't be so weak when it comes to wielding a sword."

He glanced at him and then tutted his words, "Don't look down on my bald head. Look at yourself in the mirror. You're dressed like a green cabbage. There's a sea of ​​green everywhere you go. Your green clothes look better on your head."

"If you were as mature as I am, you wouldn't..."

It was a bit rude, but Yu Zhao still interrupted what he was about to say, "I don't smell like an old man."

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

The old man raised his long eyebrows, blinked, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at her. Yu Zhao turned her head and calmly dodged it.

But the stone was extremely powerful and hit the wall with a "swish" sound. A spark flew on the wall, and then the stone actually split into two pieces and ran towards Yu Zhao in a hurry.

Yu Zhao had no eyes on the back of her head, so she was hit in a daze. The remaining piece of stone turned and hit her forehead directly.

The touched skin soon showed a little red mark.

Yu Zhao: “…”

She could only raise her hands to cover her forehead and the back of her head. She was a little unable to react to the previous blow.

Then she seemed to have thought of something, her eyes lit up slightly. The attack just now was very similar to the dispersing attack that her master taught her, but she had not yet learned it.

What she just did was the move that her master had demonstrated twice, but she didn't understand.