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

It was a chilly spring day, and wisps of morning mist drifted across the peaks of the Qingcheng Sect.

A cool breeze blew, chilling to the bone. The branches moved slightly, and the apricot blossoms fell, their petals shaking onto the ground.

The bluebird was covered in pollen. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't help sneezing, blowing the petals away.

He calmly wiped his nose with the corner of his moon-white clothes. His round body trembled slightly and he felt a chill on his back.

Bluebird smacked his lips stiffly and straightened out the piece of cloth as if nothing had happened. It would be better to pretend that nothing had happened.

A handsome young man lay on his back on a branch, his silver-white hair scattered, some hanging on the branches. In the breeze, his hair danced with the apricot blossoms.

After glancing at the bluebird, he looked away indifferently. The breeze blew the petals onto the corner of his robe. He lowered his eyes and twisted a white jade petal with an unclear expression.

There are apricot blossoms on Mount Qingcheng that never wither, but now things and people have changed. The petals seem to have become a little duller and dry as if they lack water.

Cui Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he crushed the petal in his sight with force. The shallow juice soaked his fingertips. The young man's clear cheeks were pale and weak, like a lonely soul wandering in the world.

He had already calculated that his disciple would face this disaster, so he poured all his spiritual power of ten thousand years into the apricot blossom branch he gave her. In order to ward off the disaster, he forcibly broke off seven of the remaining eight tails.

He now looks like neither human nor ghost.

The young man closed his eyes and suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat. The girl's beautiful smile seemed to still linger in his mind.

"Master, my junior sister and I are going down the mountain to buy some food. We can bring you some."

"Whatever, just come back early."

Only when he saw her would he feel at ease.

"Not casually." The girl pretended to be distressed, but she lay on the windowsill and looked at her with a smile. The morning light was like dust, and her clear eyes curved into crescents, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes.

"Then I will dare to ask Master to make the decision. Let's buy some grapes."

Strands of inky black hair fluttered past the corners of his eyes. The young man's heart was beating fast and his breathing seemed to stop.

Time seems to have stopped.

In the dim light, the girl's red hairband fluttered like a fluttering red silk, and that touch of scarlet seemed to be the only color in sight.

A hundred years.

Changes in the sea.

Many people and things in this world have changed.

For some unknown reason, the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm fell into a slump and stayed in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons every day, drinking to drown his sorrows.

The former senior sister of Qingcheng Sect has taken the position of the Sect's leader. Shen Yuzhuo, the sixth disciple of Haoyun Sect, has ascended to the upper realm, and the soul named Zhuo has followed him.

Disciple's junior sister Lengquan Yi also disappeared.

Cui Yu rubbed the bluebird that was trembling as it ate rice, and said softly, "You are the only one I have."

Disciple...

How long will it take to come back?

The soul gathering technique should have taken effect, why hasn't he come back yet?

Are you lost?

Cui Yu suddenly coughed violently and swallowed the bloody smell in his chest with difficulty.

His time is running out.

The young man stood up slowly, his silver hair slowly brushing against the branches, and his beautiful long silver hair seemed to have lost its former luster.

He trembled and disappeared in the sea of ​​flowers.

After the white clothes disappeared, a scarlet hairband rolled across the white apricot blossoms.

Holding a flower between her slender fingers, Yu Zhao took a light sniff, the fragrance filling the air, and then leisurely pinned it in her hair.

A black lotus at the collarbone quietly bloomed and disappeared into the collar.

She originally thought she was dead, but she came back to life a hundred years later. Not only that, she also recovered some of her memories, which were the broken memories of reincarnation.

She had a past relationship with her master and Shen Yuzhuo.

The girl sighed softly, thinking that life is unpredictable.

"Sister, I want it too."

A rosy face came closer, and the hot breath was blowing beside his ear. Yu Zhao picked a few apricot flowers, stood on tiptoe and was about to put them on Leng Quanyi's hairpin, but found that it was impossible.

"Junior sister...are you too tall?"

After not seeing him for a hundred years, the first person I saw when I opened my eyes was him in the pool.

The amber pendant contained her immortal body, her true true form, but her soul was scattered at that time. It seemed that someone helped her and forcibly gathered her soul.

The soul that takes more than a thousand years to gather was forcibly compressed into a hundred years.

Looking at her junior sister's dazed look, she thought it was either a little monster, or her master, or maybe Shen Yuzhuo or Zhuo.

You can tell by looking at who is the weakest.

Yu Zhao was a little annoyed. Leng Quanyi was quite tall. The young man looked at her profile with his beautiful eyes and smiled as he leaned down so that she could reach his head.

"I've always been like this." The young man curled his lips, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

This bastard Shen Yuzhuo didn't wake him up earlier, causing him to grow a second time and still never be as tall as him. When he returns to the upper realm again, he will drag him down to sweep the entire Shaojun Palace!

It’s better to use a shoe brush, and not the kind that allows the use of magic.

At the same time, Yu Zhao, who was in tacit understanding, was also lost in thought and thought of Shen Yuzhuo.

According to the description of the God of Time, Shen Yuzhuo reversed time. No wonder he looked at her with unusually strange eyes for a while.

Damn! It turns out this guy is a backstabber, sharpening his sword where she can't see him, just to resolve the regrets of his past life.

After all, she destroyed his entire sect.

Long story.

The leader of Haoyun Sect wants to avenge the deaths of his disciples. If the border passes through, he is ready to perish together with the alien race.

He resolutely chose to transform the demonic energy of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave into spiritual power for cultivation, and buried it under the sect. Most of the disciples in the sect knew about this.

But they all kept silent.

With the transformed spiritual power, the spiritual power in the dantian is vigorous and as powerful as a nuclear bomb. The golden elixir and primordial infant in the dantian can explode at any time.

Only Shen Yuzhuo, a young and inexperienced man, was buried in it. For some reason, he couldn't absorb it.

The transformed spiritual power was not authentic after all, and was barely suppressed by the leader of Haoyun Sect.

One day, two elders from the neighboring hilltop got into a fight and it was so intense that they knocked down the main peak, causing chaotic spiritual energy to escape and erode the entire Haoyun Sect.

Some demonic energy entered his body and mixed in his dantian. Almost all the disciples in the sect turned into half demons and lost their minds. She saw it when she passed by. The sect leader was trying hard to use his last bit of sanity to pray for him to be freed.

There were too many people and they were so bloodthirsty that they almost killed Shen Yuzhuo, who arrived last.

Yu Zhao sighed deeply, and a water mirror condensed at his fingertips. The person in the mirror was sitting in a wine jar, looking decadent and embarrassed.

A ray of light shone into the house, creating a chaotic mess of light and dust.

The leader of the Demon Sharks strolled in front of him, feeling unhappy. He pursed his lips and said, "Your Majesty, one must always look forward."

"The same goes for demons."

He really couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He was willing to die for a woman and had been crazy for more than a hundred years. That was enough.

The dim light fell on his slightly narrowed blue eyes. It seemed that he had not seen the sun for a long time. He smiled bitterly, hooked a pot of wine on his fingertips, and raised his head to drink.

Li Yuan, who was no longer young, had red eyes and said to himself, "She lied to me again."

He searched all three realms, but she was not there.

"I hate her the most."

Bad liar.

"I regret."

He shouldn't have let her go.

At some point, the leader of the sharks left this cramped space, and there was only one person left in the cave again.

The wine jug shattered with a "bang", and the broken pieces piled up like a mountain, and the wine stains dyed the hem of the clothes a darker color.

The white hair looked like dead branches and leaves. The pale-faced boy had distinct contours, droopy eyebrows, and no light in his eyes.

Li Yuan looked down at his shaking hands, and even breathing was painful.

I hate clownfish the most.

"I hate you." He looked at the ray of light coming in from outside the house and said in a low dry voice.

The young man's tall figure curled up on the cold ground, his expression as broken as a candle in the wind.

He raised his arms to cover his eyes and smiled dejectedly. Nothing was left for him, not even a thought.

The long moonless night...

There is no her either.