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

Song Yulan felt that the wind tonight was not as cold as her heart, and the dense poisonous insects around her almost swallowed up the moonlight.

Lengquan, who was high up, leaned on the throne, sat down with her long legs crossed, her eyes full of ruffian spirit, as if this was the real her.

Song Yulan raised his hands and carried Yu Zhao and Ye Qingshan and ran away. Shen Yuzhuo carried two people and one on his back. His abdomen was scratched by a sharp stone and was bleeding.

Blood dripped down.

It was the first time for Hua Ranli to see such a grand scene. She ran faster than Xiaoji beside her. The little green snake was also running, or to be exact, crawling.

Several people ran up breathlessly and finally reached the top of the cliff.

A graceful figure was drinking alone under the moon, the aroma of wine filling the air. Her peaceful appearance formed a sharp contrast with them.

Qingdai raised her hand, her little finger lazily hooked around the kettle, her expression full of joy, "Oh, it's finally here."

"It's so hard to keep people waiting."

"A Gu boy has tormented you like this?" Qing Dai licked the wine from the corner of her lips and smiled charmingly, "The disciples of the Tianjiao Association are no more than this."

"Looks like you're the only ones left alive. The others have been fed to the centipedes, so you're kind of useful."

Her sight finally fell on the handsome face of the young man in white, and Qingdai giggled, "Hey!"

"Why is Mr. Shen so embarrassed? Leng Quanyi is from our Southern Border. I didn't expect you to be so gentle and considerate to her and not be so violent."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

They were driven here on purpose.

"How about this, you push Shen Yuzhuo and Yu Zhao out, and I'll let the rest of you live, how about that?"

This deal seemed very fair. Qin Yun did not move, but stood aside, panting heavily, revealing his large white teeth. "Why, are you coveting my junior brother's body?"

"How about I introduce my senior brother to you?" Qin Yun stood in front of the injured Shen Yuzhuo, still in the mood to joke, "My junior brother only has a good-looking face. He's skinny and looks like a bag of bones. He's boring."

"My eldest brother still has better physical strength."

Song Yulan: "..."

It is a blessing for your eldest brother to have you.

The giant skull centipede disintegrated and the effect of the poison gas was greatly reduced, but his hands were still shaking and he couldn't hold the sword completely, so he had to buy some more time.

Qin Yun glanced at Le Li standing beside him. They were from the same sect, and he could often tell what the other person wanted to do with just a glance, and their eye contact was very effective.

Le Li also nodded slightly and silently looked at Leng Quanyi who had landed not far away.

He was going to hold her back.

Before they could react, a sharp spike pierced through the void and went straight through Qin Yun's chest, splattering blood everywhere.

Le Li was not spared either. His sword-holding palm was pierced, and his flesh and blood were all over the place. His entire hand was almost nailed to the lush tree beside him.

After directly destroying the two people, Qingdai paced back and forth with a smile, knocking the wine pot loudly. "You have a lot of bad intentions. If you want to chat, you have to show your sincerity. It's not good to have bad intentions in secret."

Her eyes were tightly closed, but another eye suddenly appeared between her eyebrows, mumbling.

It actually... has three eyes!

This strange appearance made Song Yulan stunned, "Are you from the Southern Xinjiang Fire Feather Tribe?!"

It is said that the people of the Fire Feather Clan have three eyes. The two eyes on their faces are just decorations, and the eye between their eyebrows is the real eye. In fact, the most tricky thing is.

They can briefly foresee the future.

In other words, she could predict their next move.

Even if she has some thoughts in her mind, she can see through them and respond accordingly.

Someone recognized her. Qingdai clapped her hands, and crisp applause suddenly rang out, "Not bad."

Everyone's heart was in a mess.

Leng Quanyi, who is good at poison, and the people of the Huoyu tribe.

"You actually told me where I came from." Qingdai spoke with a smile, as if she was talking about some everyday thing, and the curve of her mouth never changed.

"I'll reward you... be the last one to die."

She raised her head and drank a pot of wine, the water staining her clothes. She then threw it away, "Master Shen, do you want to fight to the end? You have courage, but unfortunately..."

Qingdai raised her eyelids and looked at Qin Yun and Le Li lying on the ground. The spikes on their necks flashed coldly, as if the spikes would pierce their flesh if she moved a little.

The two senior brothers were about to be killed on the spot.

Shen Yuzhuo's pupils trembled, but he heard the other side continue.

"Or do you want your brother to die first?"

Shen Yuzhuo gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, the corners of his clothes rustled, and his chest heaved violently. He seemed to have made a major decision. He loosened his fingers and dropped the sword.

Senior brother’s life is more important.

For a sword cultivator to abandon his sword was like raising the white flag of surrender. Qin Yun could only feel anxious, his body trembling.

The sharp spikes on the neck pierced the skin on the neck, and the cold feeling on it made Qin Yun a little anxious. He didn't expect that they would eventually become bargaining chips for others to threaten his junior brother.

Drops of blood dripped onto the ground.

Seeing Shen Yuzhuo abandon his sword, Qingdai's gaze fell on the hands of others. Finally, they slowly put down their magic weapons and stood there motionless.

“Human beings…are so fragile.”

Qingdai smiled happily, "Actually, I still prefer the way you were stubborn just now."

"You don't look very pleasant now."

She raised her hand and summoned Leng Quanyi in front of her, then gave her two crisp slaps. Then, as if that was not enough, the spikes turned into daggers, ready to carve words on her face.

The poisonous insects under Leng Quanyi's feet were ready to move. The nearest one bit Qingdai's wrist directly, leaving a tooth mark.

Qingdai felt pain and hurriedly withdrew her hand, covering the wound tightly and cursing angrily.

"You bunch of Gu insects actually turned evil on us. If I hadn't intervened, would you ever have seen the light of day again?"

"I'm afraid Lengquanyi has forgotten about it and left it to rot and grow maggots in some corner."

Leng Quanyi seemed not to understand and continued to stand there without saying a word.

Looking at her pretty face, a trace of resentment flashed across Qingdai's face, "I really want to write a few words on your face."

Thinking that there were still people looking for Leng Quanyi in southern Xinjiang, she immediately gave up the idea and thought, forget it, take the person back first and talk about it another day.

When we get to southern Xinjiang, I'm afraid I can only call her the Saint Lady. It's a pity that I can't teach her a lesson.

She was really unhappy in her heart.

…………

Yu Zhao, who was infected with the illusion poison, was wandering around. She also found something wrong because the surroundings were too quiet. The junior sister who appeared from time to time also had problems. She looked like a puppet.

Looks strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

And she couldn't catch it at all, it was like a live loach.

She seemed to be restrained, perhaps...

Yu Zhao's eyes turned slightly cold, she was probably poisoned silently.