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

"Don't go, we need the master." Mu Tou grabbed Yu Zhao's sleeve and refused to let go.

They live on faith, and now that the leader has come, they have hope.

Lingling's eyes flickered slightly, and she said hurriedly: "Master, there is no need to support us, we can be self-sufficient."

"You just need to be a sect leader."

Yu Zhao looked at the two children and felt itchy all over. She felt like her conscience was about to startle. She said, "I'm not leaving. I'm going to look around to see if there's any place we can live."

Hearing this, Wang Wu thought that Yu Zhao was afraid of having no place to live. It didn't matter if they slept on the rope, but... it was unreasonable to let the leader sleep on the rope as soon as he arrived.

He dug out a broken coffin from among the broken stones, the kind that was leaking air on all sides.

Even if placed on the ground, the six broken wooden boards would fall apart with a slight breeze and fall to the ground with a bang.

A skull was scattered on the ground.

Wang Wu hurried forward, picked up the skull and put it aside, and pieced the collapsed coffin together. His old face flushed and he said with a smile: "Master, if you can't get used to sleeping on a rope, you can actually sleep on this."

Yu Zhao took a look at the coffin where the dead person slept. Oh no, it was even more broken than the coffin where the dead person slept.

"Who is that?" She looked at the skull on the ground, as if a basin of cold water was poured on her body, making her feel cold from head to toe, and her heart was also cold.

My heart is about to die.

Eggplant walked forward skillfully, used his crutch to collect the skeletons, and put them into a wooden box, with a calm expression on his face.

"This is our deputy sect leader. He forgot to move."

Yu Zhao: “…”

It's too early to give up.

Given their current situation, this is the best condition.

The best among the short ones.

Yu Zhao's temples were throbbing. He pursed his lips and looked at the simple and expectant faces in front of him, but he couldn't say anything harsh.

Really working on poverty alleviation...

Night fell quickly, and Wang Wu took Mu Tou to pick up some tattered clothes.

Lingling was cooking the dumpling soup with a worn iron hat, stirring the bottom of the pot from time to time, and sighed.

"I originally wanted to use the deputy sect leader's skull as a pot to make soup, but Wang Wu found out last time and gave me a good scolding."

"So fierce."

She sounded quite regretful.

Yu Zhao looked at the little girl in front of him in horror, and felt that Wang Wuxun was right.

"You should be polite when speaking to your senior brother. It's not easy for him to raise you."

"Wait." Lingling raised her hand, denying her words, "Master, Wang Wu is not my senior brother."

Yu Zhao was filled with questions, and then he heard her say, "I am an elder of the Cold Wind Sect."

"Young, but older than me."

Such a small thing is an elder?

All three perspectives have been refreshed.

Mu Tou also came out, looking at the dumpling soup in the pot with greedy eyes, with his hands on his hips, "I am the eldest brother."

Yu Zhao was shocked once again. The lame old man beside him moved slowly, raised his crutch and spoke silently, with a little pride in his tone.

"I am the junior disciple of the Hanfeng Sect."

what!

Yu Zhao frowned as she looked at his white hair and beard, as well as his wrinkled arms. Apart from the small words on his head, she couldn't see how he was small.

You should call me junior brother.

Although Wang Wu is younger than them, the three of them all listen to him and he basically makes the decisions.

Yu Zhao stared into the firelight. "Actually... you can go live somewhere else. Life here is too hard."

Wang Wu's eyes moistened slightly as he stared at the fire. "The Cold Wind Sect captured too many monsters this morning. If they go to other places, the monsters will completely wipe out the Cold Wind Sect."

The previous elder, Lingdang's mother, died at the hands of a great demon.

They have nowhere to go.

It seems that the Hanfeng Sect is the manic agent of the demon clan. As long as they hear these three words, they will almost go crazy. But if he switches to other sects, he will not be able to let go of the other three.

If they want to survive, they can only stay at the border. Although it is dangerous here, fortunately there are many monks and no big monsters come.

His ancestors, generation after generation, have been waiting for the Sect Master's order from the Deputy Sect Master.

"We need a ray of light to guide us."

Yu Zhao played with the wooden stick in her hand and wanted to reply to him. She was not Ultraman, nor a star.

She is just a homeless wanderer.

Still inexperienced.

The dumpling soup in the pot was hot. Lingling took a deep sniff, sprinkled salt on it, took a sip of water, and hurriedly took out a broken bowl to fill a bowl for Yu Zhao and handed it to him.

"Master, please have some. The dumpling soup I made is delicious. I even added shrimp shells."

Yu Zhao took it and looked at it for a few seconds. He found that the dumpling soup was very generous in portion, and then handed it to Eggplant, giving priority to the elderly.

Then they served a few more bowls, and everyone sat around together, eating happily.

After drinking the warm soup, I felt relaxed all over.

Lingling licked the corner of her mouth and looked at Yu Zhao with an unsatisfied look, "Master, I want to eat more."

She was afraid that if she ate too much, she would have nothing to eat tomorrow. Most of the cultivators at the border took fasting pills, which were extremely expensive and they could not afford them. Apart from the money they had to pay to obtain some cultivation resources, they had almost no extra money.

I can only eat some food to fill my stomach.

Wang Wu had to earn enough cultivation resources for four people by himself, which was already very tiring, and he also had to protect them.

She is an elder, so she can't eat too much, otherwise they will have nothing to eat.

Yu Zhao rubbed her head and said softly, "Eat."

The next second, Lingling poured the dumpling soup in the pot evenly into everyone's bowl, her eyes sparkling.

“Every one of us needs to have enough to eat.”

"I am an elder. As an elder, I have to make sure you have enough to eat."

"When I grow up and become a powerful monk, I will definitely take you to eat beggar's chicken."

Wang Wu laughed and said, "Yes, yes, Great Elder Lingdang will definitely be very powerful in the future."

Mu Tou also echoed, "Grand Elder, please remember to buy me some nice clothes in the future."

"Just give me a wooden leg." Eggplant didn't ask for much and looked at her with a smile.

Lingling patted Yu Zhao's shoulder and said, "What does the Sect Master want? I'm serious."

"I want..." Yu Zhao dragged out the last word and said with a smile: "Lingling, grow up obediently."

"You're not even as tall as my legs right now."