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

The blood in front of him seemed to have a strange magic that bewitched his hidden mind. The little monster approached slowly, buried its head in its palm, and greedily licked the blood in Yu Zhao's palm.

The pale lips turned bright red due to the blood.

As if not satisfied with the palm of the hand, the little monster's sharp teeth bit through the skin and pierced into the flesh.

Yu Zhao frowned and pushed his head away with one hand, pulling back his injured hand. "My blood is poisonous. You can't drink too much."

In the past, when the little monster used her blood for research, he tasted it once. At first, he rolled on the ground in pain, and then he gradually began to increase the dosage. Later, for some reason, he stopped drinking it and just kept taking blood to make medicine.

The little monster licked the blood from the corner of its mouth. Its blue eyes became a little confused, and then it became ferocious. Its whole body tensed up, and it tilted its head and bit the back of Yu Zhao's hand.

Blood sprayed on his fair cheek, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and his entire eyeballs became weird.

This time, the bite was merciless. Yu Zhao cried out in surprise and reflexively raised his other hand, using his spiritual power to finally stop right in front of his forehead.

She then touched his sweat-soaked hair, again and again, to soothe his restless heart.

"It's okay, little monster, don't be afraid."

Yu Zhao wiped away the hot tears hidden under his hair and looked into his unconcealed helplessness and hesitation. "If it hurts, just close your eyes."

"I'm sorry, I should have noticed something was wrong with you sooner."

Her voice was so soft that it seemed to be blown away by the wind outside. As the blood was sucked, the eyes of the bloodthirsty and uncontrollable little monster flickered slightly, and its vision gradually became clear.

Gradually calming down from the riot, he felt the fish tail about to break, and the bones seemed to break through the flesh, rushing out, tearing his skin inch by inch, and strangling him to death.

Severe pain spread all over my body.

The eternal coldness gradually spread, and the little monster loosened his grip on the bloody back of his hand, lowered his head, and said nothing.

He rushed forward and hugged Yu Zhao, his long eyelashes trembling, and finally he couldn't control himself and burst into tears.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Clownfish. I didn't mean to do that. I couldn't control...myself and hurt you."

The cold fingers on his back gradually tightened. Yu Zhao's face turned pale and his vision became blurry. After a pause, he hugged him back.

"I know you didn't mean it, and I don't blame you."

The two have depended on each other for many years and have long been like family. Yu Zhao is also afraid that the little monster will really turn into a bloodthirsty and cruel beast that kills people without blinking an eye and will not recognize anyone.

By then, she really didn't know what to do.

"If I lose control again, will you kill me?" The little monster looked a little dazed, his whole body trembling. Seeing that she didn't answer, he continued, "I am willing to die in your hands."

Cool tears wet Yu Zhao's back, and he felt bad.

I'm afraid I can't do it, Yu Zhao thought to himself, then slowly closed his eyes, hugged the cold little mermaid, and breathed warmly on his neck, "If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"You did something wrong, I'm here to help you correct it."

"If this happens again in the future, you can drink my blood and gnaw my flesh."

She couldn't kill people everywhere to feed him and help him commit evil.

The little monster pursed his lips and said nothing.

Suddenly remembering something, Yu Zhao asked him, "By the way, didn't that demon just now say he could help you?"

Hearing this, a trace of uneasiness flashed across his eyes hidden in his hair. He pinched her stubbornly and said firmly: "No!"

Her back felt painful from being pinched, and Yu Zhao's hand fell on his shoulder. She pushed him away with a little force and didn't ask any more questions. Forget it, everyone has secrets. He didn't want to, and she couldn't force him.

Today is the best example.

When pushed to the limit, a cornered dog will jump over the wall, oh no, a cornered fish will bite.

"Okay, okay." Yu Zhao blew on the wound on the back of his hand to relieve the burning pain, and glanced at the person opposite him with a bad temper.

"You have a nice set of teeth."

Like a puppy, its bite hurts a lot.

The little monster didn't dare to look at her, and also went forward to blow. When he got closer, there seemed to be a sweet and delicious smell on the tip of his nose. Clownfish smells fragrant, and it felt like it was time to eat.

He swallowed inadvertently, swallowed the remaining blood in his mouth, shook his head, resisted the urge to take another bite, stepped back, and kept a distance from her.

He didn't know who his parents were. He only knew that since he could remember, he was born in a pile of corpses and blood. He walked confused in the cold wind, not knowing where to go.

He was not interested in other demons, as if he had some pride in his bones, but he also had a bloodthirsty nature. However, when he thought about turning into a beast that ate raw meat and drank blood, he went crazy and merged into them.

He tried his best to suppress his nature, not to be assimilated, and to remain clear-headed.

Gradually, he found a way and became addicted to making poison. In that way, after drinking a little, he would feel the excruciating pain and would no longer have that thought.

But now it has become a new addictive poison.

The little monster stood up and took out the refined medicinal powder and smiled slightly, seeming to be in a good mood. This made Yu Zhao a little confused and asked him.

"You won't bite me every day from now on, will you?"

It will be bitten into a sieve.

The little monster tilted its head and looked at her, "I don't think so. This is the first time this has happened recently."

He had been able to control himself before, but it must be because his cultivation had improved recently, and the evil energy in his body had gathered in his meridians. Coupled with the quarrel with his master, his temper became irritable.

Hearing this, Yu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and touched his paws, which were wrapped like dumplings, with heartache.

"If I don't regain my sanity next time," the little monster said lightly, as if talking about something insignificant, "Kill me."

No one can hurt the clownfish, not even himself.

This time, Yu Zhao blinked and responded softly.

However, because Yu Zhao's hand was injured, dinner was roasted by the little monster that had just been taken out of the cage, which earned him the unanimous contempt of the two men.

The little monster didn't believe it and became obedient after taking two bites. In order not to waste food, the three of them forced it to eat. The result was... the next day, the master and his apprentices suffered from vomiting and diarrhea.

The first thing the Ghost Doctor did when he got up after lying in bed for two days was to hang a sign near the fire where they cooked, saying, "Little monsters and dogs are not allowed to approach."

The master was lazy and Yu Zhao was injured, but for the sake of his own life, the Ghost Doctor took out his exclusive secret medicine and cured her directly. Even the bite marks that were deep enough to see the bone disappeared without a trace.

Such a good thing must be grabbed. Yu Zhao stretched out his hands obediently and received a piece of his tattered clothes.

"I'm just free, so I'll go mend my clothes."

In a rage, Yu Zhao reluctantly went to look for the bone needle with his clothes in his arms.

The Ghost Doctor lying on the wooden board looked at the receding figure, suppressing his violent cough. After the person was completely far away, he burst into an uncontrollable cough. He covered his chest and swallowed the fishy and sweet taste in his throat.

His handsome face, which could not be concealed even without any unkempt appearance in the past, now had a faint dark blue color on his eyebrows and eyes, and he looked like a piece of porcelain that was about to break.

The dim light shone on his back, lengthening his lonely shadow.