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

There are no four seasons in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. Apart from sandstorms and occasional acid rain, there is no normal rain or snow here.

Yu Zhao's relationship with this master is very delicate, because sometimes the three of them have different opinions.

She wanted to eat grilled mushrooms, the little monster wanted to eat grilled mouse, and the master wanted to eat mouse stewed with mushrooms. She had to cook for three people by herself, which was very stressful.

Living in this deserted island-like place in the apocalypse, she couldn't see any normal people and even gradually forgot some of her habits from her previous life, such as how to use chopsticks. At first, she would use two small wooden sticks to hold something together, but after realizing that she couldn't compete with the other two, she found that she couldn't.

I had to grab it with my hands and chew it directly.

If you don't grab it, you'll be left with nothing.

What surprised her was that the master, an outsider, was very adaptable. He was like a free dandelion, and he would survive wherever he landed.

As he practiced meditation day after day and slayed demons with his sword, Yu Zhao gradually became confused.

Because this is not the life she wants, she wants to get out of this cage and live her own life. If she had stayed here since birth, maybe she would have a sense of belonging here.

But the hustle and bustle of her previous life would always flash through her mind. When she woke up, she still felt like she was living in a dark cage day by day. She wanted to be strong and also wanted to get out.

See the long-lost sunshine, smell the fragrance of flowers, stand in the bountiful wheat field, run freely, the wheat ears brush across your cheeks, and hope dances with new life.

In his spare time, Yu Zhao would always sit there in a daze, his mind wandering to the sky. He saw all these little monsters. This was where he grew up, and he had long been accustomed to life here.

He gained nothing from the outside world.

He asked the clownfish, but the clownfish's world seemed different from the outside world, and she was also confused. Yes, she had never seen it either.

Now he just wants to stay with the clownfish, of course, he can reluctantly add a master.

He knew that he was a demon and the human race would not accept him.

Among the human race, Clownfish and Master are considered special. Other humans will run away in fear just by seeing his big tail, or show him flattering eyes because of his extraordinary status among the demons.

He didn't want that look, he wanted the clownfish to look at him like that.

What does it look like?

There seems to be light in his eyes, warm.

The light and shadows are floating, and the heart is hanging upside down. When the eyes intertwine, it falls into the raging fire, and it is sweet.

He wants the clownfish to stay with him until the end of his life.

In the darkness that stretched to the limitless, today a few faint rays of light poured out from the thick clouds. Yu Zhao called the two of them out of the cave, and then drew small portraits of the three of them.

"How about this one? It looks good, right?" Yu Zhao said proudly, with his hands on his hips.

ha?

The Poison Doctor Saint stroked his chin and pouted in dissatisfaction, "This portrait doesn't even capture one tenth of my handsomeness. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

The little monster touched the painting, outlining his portrait with his fingers, and then looked at the fish tail under him. "The tail is a little short. In fact, my tail is bigger and looks better."

It's good enough that you can draw it, but you are still picky...

Yu Zhao threw the sharp stone he was drawing on to the ground and clenched his fist. "Draw one for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Poison Doctor Saint took out his long sword, which danced wildly in the air, and directly spread the painting to the entire wall. Even the demon standing at the door preparing to go out had a large piece of fur shaved off.

The demon was so frightened that he ran away.

After the job was done, the Ghost Doctor brought the demon back, euphemistically saying, "Stand still and don't ruin my painting."

"As long as I'm alive, you're not allowed to move. No matter where you run to, I'll catch you back."

He spoke very seriously, and Yu Zhao's mouth twitched wildly as he looked at the charming big eyes, high nose bridge, and chin that could hoe the ground in front of him.

The little monster looked for a long time, and finally asked: "Where are I and the clownfish?"

The Ghost Doctor raised his chin, and Yu Zhao and the little monster looked up and saw their portraits hidden in his hair.

The two of them don't have as big a nostril as him...

Finally, the little monster had no more space to draw. After thinking for a moment, he picked up a stone and drew an oil-paper umbrella on top of Yu Zhao's portrait.

“That way it won’t be damaged by acid rain.”

It was a rare moment of silence, and the three of them gathered together to look at it for a while. Yu Zhao still felt that his painting was good, at least better than his master's.

The Ghost Doctor was unhappy, "My painting is so stunning that it can shake the heavens and earth and make the gods and ghosts weep. It's much better than your big-headed doll."

"My drawing is beautiful. This kind of thing is very popular where we are." Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow. What a guy who doesn't know how to appreciate it. Her drawing is a Q version.

The other two smiled at each other, having always believed that Yu Zhao's family liked big-headed dwarfs.

A few months later.

The stone fell on the wall, making a rustling sound, and Yu Zhao left a mark on the wall as usual.

She lowered her eyes slightly and roughly calculated that she had been here for five years. She also asked her master why he didn't go out. Although there was a seal here, it had no effect on the human race. Moreover, her master had cultivation, so things would be smoother.

He just smiled and replied to her after a long time.

"The outside world has no room for me."

After saying that, he took out the red cloth that he had treasured in his lapel and spread it out to reveal a bone that was almost polished to the touch. The bone was crystal white all over, completely different from the bones he usually picked up.

"Master, would you like to drink bone soup today?" Yu Zhao tilted his head and asked him.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to see the bone in the master's hand tremble uneasily twice, as if resisting her words. When she looked closer, the bone didn't move at all.

The Ghost Doctor's body froze, and he stared at her with an incredible look, then slowly took out the sword bone and merged it into her body.

As soon as the sword bone entered his body, Yu Zhao felt that all the strange poisons in his body seemed to have gathered on his bones, and he felt an indescribable sense of relief all over.

"Master." Yu Zhao touched his chest, feeling the strange bone. "What is this?"

Seeing her in a daze, the Ghost Doctor replied to her unhappily, "Sword bone."

This is a treasure that others are eager to get, but he just gives it away. He is really old and useless.

Hearing his tone, Yu Zhao thought it was something bad, and asked casually, "How cheap is it?"

Ghost Doctor Saint, expressionless, picked up the ruler beside him and struck her on the head. "This is a sword bone! It's a prized possession coveted by sword cultivators, a peerless treasure coveted by everyone. There are only a few of these in the entire world of immortal cultivation."

"Those who possess sword bones are all geniuses, and they are the future peerless powers of the world of immortal cultivation."

Yu Zhao covered his head and wanted to cry. He looked up at him with grievance, "Then you dug it up, aren't you afraid of retaliation?"

He was just being plotted against and used as a pawn by someone: "..."

"Then can I be a sword cultivator?" With the sword bone, Yu Zhao became a little curious.

Sword Cultivators? The Ghostly Doctor Saint scoffed. If you asked him what a sword cultivator was, he would only recall the rumors in the world of immortal cultivation: all sword cultivators love to pretend, and they are arrogant even if they are struck by lightning.

But he was so poor that he would never mention anything about coveting the spirit stones in other people's pockets. Sword cultivators are really tight-lipped.

"You have no talent, just use your sword to chop the stones! Today's goal of one thousand stones has not been achieved yet." He kicked Yu Zhao out of the cave, and then kicked the Jinghong Sword out.

As a respectable man, he would not allow his apprentice to have the talent of a poor swordsman!