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

As if to cooperate with her, the other monks performed the salute in a formal manner, but there were too few of them and they were dressed in rags, making them look a bit like street performers.

Yu Zhao was the leader of a troupe that had just finished a performance, and he was waiting for their tips. They relied on the relief grain from the court to survive.

The young man standing at the front scoffed and waved his sleeve, issuing a final ultimatum, "You don't need to get on the boat when you reach the border."

Life or death depends entirely on luck.

With the boss's order, the others relaxed and pushed their way out, knowing that the person in front of them should not be a foreigner.

"Oh!"

After a loud bang, the door was closed tightly.

Only Yu Zhao and his friends were left in the room.

"Master." Wang Wu's face was very happy. "We will rely on you for support from now on."

Yu Zhao: “…”

Quite suddenly.

"actually……"

Before they could finish their words, several people appeared outside and drove them out.

"The warehouse is a restricted area, no one is allowed to enter."

They accepted the bounty mission, and the most important thing was to escort these things to the border. People could die, but the things must be delivered.

The stowaway Yu Zhao, who was standing on the plywood, found an empty space to sit down. Wang Wu and others ran over and sat next to her.

"What does the Sect Master want to say? We are all ears!"

The round-faced girl's eyes sparkled as she said enthusiastically, "My name is Lingdang, and this uncle is Wang Wu."

She poked the blindfolded boy in the corner with a stick and said, "This is called wood."

Then she pointed to the old man with a limp beside her and said, "This one is called Eggplant. He is lame, so he is called Eggplant."

Yu Zhao glanced at the four people in front of him.

The little Lingling, the weak Wang Wu, and the sickly Mu Tou, their eyes fell on the old and disabled old man, and they immediately looked away.

I feel itchy all over my body, and I ask myself every day, why do I pretend to be the leader of the Hanfeng Sect?

She lied, and others took it seriously.

Yu Zhao raised his hand and performed a cleansing spell, removing all the blood stains from his body, even the gaps between his nails seemed to be clean.

The cleaning technique of the Nascent Soul stage is different.

Yu Zhao raised his eyes, looking extremely serious. "I am only responsible for delivering your sect leader's order. The rest has nothing to do with me."

"Also...don't call me Sect Master."

She is still a disciple herself, yet she wants to be the leader of someone else's sect. Isn't this leading everyone astray?

"Okay, Master, I'll give you a shoulder and leg massage."

Lingling took the initiative to step forward and massage Yu Zhao's shoulders. As soon as her little hands fell, there was a cracking sound, and the already fragile and untreated bones became crispy, even crispier than crispy chicken legs.

"No need to beat my legs, I still want to live a few more years."

The corner of Yu Zhao's mouth twitched, and Ling Ling behind him quickly withdrew his hand. He apologized embarrassedly and squatted beside her, shrinking his body and being quiet for a rare moment.

The five of them just sat there. Wang Wu looked at Yu Zhao quietly. He originally thought she was an old woman in the Nascent Soul stage, but she turned out to be quite young.

The future is bright!

You have to hold on to this thigh tightly, and having enough food and clothing is not a dream.

The sect leader must have his reasons for choosing her. It's so hard to find a sect leader, so he has to seize the opportunity.

"Master, in fact, although the first generation of the master asked you to deliver the master's order, it also means that you are qualified to succeed the position of the master."

"We passed it unanimously, one vote for you and one vote for me, so you will be able to take the position successfully." Wang Wu said shamelessly.

Lingling was stunned for a moment and made eye contact with him. When did we have this rule?

Wang Wu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled heartily, hehe, just established it.

Yu Zhao searched his storage bag for healing pills and said casually, "I don't know how to be a sect leader. I don't have the relevant experience."

Wang Wu still smiled and said, "You just need to give us food to eat, and we will take care of the rest."

After taking the pill, Yu Zhao felt something was wrong. Only 30% of his injuries were healed, and the remaining 70% could not be recovered. The efficacy of the medicine seemed to be greatly reduced.

The situation is better than in the crack. At least the pills won't disappear for no reason.

Yu Zhao took out the jade token and prepared to send a message to others to let them know she was safe, but she found that the jade token had no reaction at all. She tapped it again in despair.

The jade token cracked directly, which scared her so much that she shivered and almost dropped it on the ground.

There is also a problem with the jade pendant!

Lingling popped out of his furry head, and his distinct black and white eyes looked straight at her. "Master, don't waste your energy. The jade token is useless here. Without the spiritual network, if you want to communicate, you can only use the communication talisman."

"This is a border crossing. You can only enter but not leave. Unless you are a member of the Flying Boat Escort Team, or have a family backing you at the border, it took us a lot of effort to get in, oh no, to get in."

Lingling lowered her head, feeling a headache, because they were about to be driven out and survive in the harsh border conditions.

It is said that demons are still capturing people from time to time, and no one can get out of the demon world until now.

On one side are the demons, and on the other side are the aliens.

"Last year, the Wanjian Sect was attacked by alien races, causing heavy losses. Since then, there have been successive attacks by alien races in various places, causing heavy casualties for the human race."

last year!

Yu Zhao's mind exploded, "The Tianjiao Competition...was last year?"

She has been offline for too long, I didn't expect it has been a year.

Lingling nodded, "Yes, I remember correctly, it was last year that Shen Yuzhuo from Haoyun Sect won first place."

"The second one is called Song Yulan, also a sword cultivator. From... what sect is he from? Cabbage or something." She lowered her head in thought and suddenly lost consciousness.

"Anyway, it's a small sect I've never heard of."

Mu Tou, who was standing by, glanced at her and reminded her, "It's the Qingcheng Sect."

Lingling uttered a few "oh" sounds and said excitedly, "Yes! Yes! Yes! It's the Qingcheng Sect."

"A lot of people died in that Tianjiao Tournament."

"We were passing by and, by chance, we even managed to eat the braised pig's trotters made by the Haoyun Sect. They were soft and sticky, fatty but not greasy, and delicious."

Lingling smiled sweetly, and a dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if she had eaten some honey.

"That cultivator named Shen Yuzhuo is so handsome, wearing a red and gold-threaded robe that belongs to the leader. He stands with a sword in his arms, and his voice is like the clear and cool jade."

"I heard he's coming to the border too, wow!!!"

"I'm definitely going to ask him for his autograph!"

Lingling became Shen Yuzhuo's biggest fan, almost screaming, with the earrings on her head swaying slightly.

Yu Zhao couldn't help but sigh that Shen Yuzhuo had quite a lot of fans who loved her looks, and she encountered them as soon as she came out.

As long as the senior sister and the others are okay, what worries her most is her junior sister. The love poison is only temporary.

"What you mean is that I'm now on a boat heading to the border and there's no turning back?" Yu Zhao asked with a raised eyebrow.

It seems my luck is a little off.

It feels like forced labor.