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

Green mountains and green waters.

The town at the foot of the mountain held a fireworks display today, with bright lights and the sounds of hawkers.

The rain is falling and fireflies are dancing.

A piece of blood-stained clothing rustled, and the blood-red long sword was sheathed and then disappeared from the hand.

The girl leaned weakly against the tree trunk, breathing softly.

Holding a large piece of blood sea crystal in her palm, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

Yu Zhaogang went to raid the lair of the fallen immortals. More than a dozen of them beat her up, but she still won. It is not easy to snatch things from the fallen immortals.

Her bloodstained eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked up at the Milky Way. The stars flickered like sparks.

Suddenly, Yu Zhao picked up a stone and threw it hard into the haystack not far away.

With a cry, the young man slowly crawled out, his lacquer-like eyes raised, the corners of his eyes turned up, his thin body moved to the side, and then he hurried forward.

He didn't dare to look into the girl's slightly angry eyes, and whispered like a puppy who had done something wrong.

"Zhao Zhao."

Yu Zhao felt his temples throbbing. This kid was like a dog's tail, he couldn't get rid of him. He was not afraid of his soul being torn to pieces even if he went into the den of fallen immortals with his soul.

he is.

Then the other person must be there too.

She continued to look into the haystack. There should be someone hiding there. The smell of blood in her nose became stronger.

"Don't hide, I saw you." She rubbed her forehead, glanced at him and said to Zhuo, "Go and drag Shen Yuzhuo out."

Zhuo's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly dragged Shen Yuzhuo, who was pulling the pile of grass, out.

The young man's white robe dragged on the ground, his face was solemn, his lips were tightly pursed, the skin on his arms was pale, and his hair covered his face, making it difficult to see his features.

Are you still pretending to be a cool guy?

The corner of Yu Zhao's mouth twitched. No wonder he felt something was wrong just now. Usually, fallen immortals gathered in groups. There were only a dozen of them just now, and there was no subsequent reinforcement.

Unexpectedly, someone was secretly helping her.

Zhuo Huan happily lay beside Yu Zhao to help him treat the wound. The wound was not too deep and fell on his back with a manic aura.

About a cup of tea had passed, and Shen Yuzhuo was still standing there, with his long hair disheveled and blood flowing from the blood holes in his body, forming small puddles that were as shiny as blood crystals.

Yu Zhao turned his wrist, picked up a dry branch, and poked his shoulder.

"Shen Yuzhuo, do you want to die?"

"Why are you lying there pretending to be dead?"

The young man finally reacted and slowly raised his head. Hidden among his hair were a pair of red eyes like pigeon blood.

Her pale lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were somewhat dull.

Seeing him like this for the first time, Yu Zhao was stunned. Could it be that he was beaten into a fool by those fallen immortals?

She pushed Zhuo's shoulder and said, "Go and treat Shen Yuzhuo."

Zhuo leaned over to look at her and said calmly, "Zhao Zhao, it's okay. He just used too much sword energy and his body is out of balance. The other half of the demon blood is surging. It will be fine in a few days."

"It's just a little fragile now, it will be fine in a couple of days."

Zhuo rubbed Yu Zhao's cheek, "He is just a fool now."

Zhao Zhao belongs to him alone.

The young man groaned, then knelt beside him, gazing into Yu Zhao's burning eyes, and said in a low voice, "Zhao Zhao, what reward do I have?"

This look is so familiar.

Yu Zhao moved aside in shock and said something serious and nonsensical: "You are still young, you are still a child."

She is still a patient now.

Zhuo leaned in to look at her, grasped her wrist bone, rubbed it gently, and said seriously: "I am not small."

The boy pressed forward like a spoiled child, his handsome face full of innocence, as if he just wanted to taste the saltiness of the food.

The cool fragrance has a bewitching effect.

Zhuo leaned very close, his breath fanning over the girl's skin. "My name is Zhuo, and I love Zhao Zhao the most."

"Just a kiss, okay?"

Yu Zhao stared at the light pink lips with a dazed look in his eyes. They looked very kissable. The tips of his ears gradually turned red. It was just a kiss, it shouldn't be a big deal.

She nodded slightly.

The next second, the boy pounced on her impatiently, his lips feeling a little hot. Yu Zhao felt dizzy and his pupils trembled. Didn't he just want a kiss?

The hot and wet tip of his tongue just rubbed against her lips at first, but when he saw that she didn't refuse too much, he boldly penetrated deeper.

The scent of youth is between her lips, refreshing like the aroma of citrus, relaxing and pleasant.

The scorching eyes also turned crimson, slowly turning into red eyes, with a tender look in the eyes, and the hand that fell on Yu Zhao's waist also began to move upwards restlessly.

Not far away, Shen Yuzhuo looked at the two people kissing under the tree in confusion. He raised his hand and touched his lips, which still had the fragrance of a young girl.

It was as if he had never touched it.

The young man looked at her dully, his Adam's apple rolling, and then his gaze fell on a tear in the corner of the girl's eye. It was as crystal clear as the morning dew, but seemed to have a fatal attraction, waiting for others to pick it.

Shen Yuzhuo's consciousness gradually returned, and his pupils trembled. "What are you...doing?"

Hearing the sound, Yu Zhao's eyes snapped back to his senses. He pushed Zhuo away and wiped the water stains from the corners of his lips. His lips were a little swollen, looking like delicate flowers.

The young man opposite was knocked over and almost fell to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth. Then he licked the corner of his lips as if he was savoring something.

"sweet."

No wonder he felt something was wrong. Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Did you just cast a spell on me?"

"Yes." Zhuo chuckled, "I am a spirit of love, and this technique is innate."

He didn't want to use it at first, but...

He sensed Zhao Zhao's feelings for other people.

If he doesn't do something, his Zhao Zhao will run away with someone else. Besides, this charm technique is only effective on people with whom he has feelings. Zhao Zhao is a fairy now. If she resists completely, he will not be able to succeed.

Since he was given the opportunity, he would seize it.

He has strength and means.

Completely different from that taciturn Shen Yuzhuo.

Shen Yuzhuo looked at him angrily, his face cold, "How could you use such dirty tricks!"

Zhuo chuckled, looked him up and down, and then his gaze stopped at a certain point, "You are faster than anyone else, and you still have the right to say that?"

"You're filthy. I'm not like someone who used to get drunk and lie on his bed, facing the wall, meditating, panting and mumbling whose name it was. I won't tell you."

This shocking melon...

Yu Zhao stared at Shen Yuzhuo blankly, and could only see the top of his head. Then he saw him adjust his clothes uncomfortably, his cheeks flushed, and he didn't refute a word.

correct.

He didn't object.

Yu Zhao: "Where is your ruthlessness?"

Where is the leader of the Wuqing Dao?

"I won't practice anymore." Shen Yuzhuo whispered.

If his master heard him finally say this, he would definitely beat drums and gongs for three months and hold a three-day banquet at the sect gate.

He wished he could put a big red flower on his head, parade him through the streets, and tell everyone that his disciple had finally come to his senses and no longer practiced the cruel and deadly way.

Shen Yuzhuo's head was almost stuck in the ground, no different from an ostrich.