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

Following the note left on the master's palm, Yu Zhao and the little monster dug out a cactus from the two-meter-deep snow and made a coffin, which was a bit rough.

The little monster had never seen a coffin, because after the death of the demons, they would turn into food for other demons, leaving behind only a pile of chewable bones.

The small cart couldn't pull such a large coffin, so Yu Zhao could only put the coffin on the little monster and then drag his big tail to the place where she and her master were meeting.

The location here is not special, nor is it a Feng Shui treasure land, it’s just that everyone who comes in and out will pass by it.

According to the master, he liked the hustle and bustle, and being buried in a place that must be passed through the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons can be considered a good result.

Paper money fluttered in the wind and snow, carving a blank stele. Yu Zhao knelt down with the little monster and kowtowed in greeting. After an unknown amount of time, the two finally stood up from the cold wind.

Yu Zhao glanced at the storage bag left to her by her master. Her body was shivering from the cold. The little monster looked at the wordless monument in front of her. Her heart was empty. When she thought that the person who had always been with her was suddenly gone, she couldn't help sobbing.

He had no choice but to hold a piece of cloth in his pocket and drop small pearls continuously.

The wind and snow froze his tears into small lumps. Yu Zhao carried the little monster back to the cave, sat at the door holding the Jinghong Sword for a long time without saying a word.

The cold winter finally passed, and the lives of the two gradually got back on track.

An acid rain came suddenly.

Yu Zhao went outside the house to spar with other demons, covered in wounds. When he returned home and saw the broken tables, chairs and benches, he felt like the sky was falling. There was only one person who could do such a thing.

She dragged the long knife across the ground, making a harsh sound. The creature under the stone became even more frightened and didn't even dare to show the tip of its tail.

"Little monster! You're chewing again!"

And he only picks the fragile ones to chew!

Yu Zhao, who didn't even have a stool to sit on when he got home, reached his hand into the crack of the stone, groping around, and tried to keep his voice steady. "Come out, I promise I won't hit you."

Smelling the bloody smell at the tip of his nose, the little monster narrowed his eyes as he looked at the bloody hand. He couldn't help but walk forward, took a bite of it, and the sweet blood went into his throat. He trembled with excitement, and his white jaw was stained with bright red blood.

He didn't want to eat those smelly poisons anymore, he just wanted to drink blood.

The back of his hand suddenly hurt, and Yu Zhao thought he was resisting being beaten again, so he tentatively pulled his arm back, but his arm was held tightly. It was not until the blood was sucked away by the soft lips that he realized something was wrong.

The little monster is sick again.

Yu Zhao sat on the ground, leaning against the stone, and said lazily: "Be gentle, it hurts me."

The little monster paused, then slowly relaxed and did not push its fangs any further in.

Time passed minute by minute, and the little monster slowly loosened its grip. Yu Zhao withdrew his stiff hand and put his other hand in.

Based on the last experience, the blood on one hand was definitely not enough. Seeing that there was no movement, Yu Zhao caught a glimpse of the bloodstains on the corner of the table and let out a long sigh.

He used his fingertips to make a cut on the palm of his hand and put his hand in.

"Drink it, don't waste it."

The blood on the palm of his hand was like the sweet fragrance of winter plum blossoms. The little monster's suppressed nature finally couldn't be suppressed. He pinched his wrist and sucked it with big mouthfuls. He had been gnawing on the wooden bench for a whole day, but he still couldn't suppress it.

Tiny tears hung on her eyelashes, and her azure pupils gradually dimmed, like withered flowers.

"It's just two bites, no big deal?" Yu Zhao continued to babble, speaking intermittently.

"I have plenty of blood, so I have enough."

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she pinched the blood-stained scales next to the gap between her fingers, her voice filled with helplessness, "So... stop picking at the scales on your body, okay?"

The last sentence fell on the tip of the little monster's heart, bitter and sour, and he said it lightly.

"The scales will grow back, don't worry."

His body was covered with shiny scales, a huge black patch, and the blood-red color spread to the fish's tail, eventually forming a cage of his own.

I am willing to be imprisoned on a small scale.

"But it will hurt."

Yu Zhao's light-colored eyes were fragmented, turning into starlight in the dark night. His fingers with thin calluses stroked the purple-black scales until the blood stains were wiped off.

She leaned her back against the stone wall and talked to the demons she raised through the stone.

The little monster's heart suddenly contracted, and then his body felt warm. The demons were cold, but at this moment he felt as if his whole body was soaked in a warm ocean.

He opened his mouth, then slowly leaned over and reverently placed a light kiss on the palm of the hand that was broken.

He didn't understand the point of this, but he did it anyway.

The little monster put on his outer robe and slowly crawled out from under the stone.

It came out so quickly, which surprised Yu Zhao. A smile flashed in his eyes, "Oh, the cave fish is willing to come out?"

In response to her teasing, the little monster walked into the small room where he made poison without saying a word, took out the powder, poured it on her hand, and treated the wound carefully.

Yu Zhao grabbed his sleeve, turned around and untied his belt, "There's still a big scar on your back, please help me deal with it."

"There are differences between men and women." The little monster's face turned slightly red and his voice trembled.

It's not like he's wearing nothing underneath. There's no undershirt here, but there's still an undershirt. Besides, the little monster is so young, so Yu Zhao didn't think too much about it. What does a seven or eight-year-old know?

Still playing in the mud in modern times.

This old lady, who is more than 20 years old in her past and present lives, didn't say a word.

"I don't mind. You are a medical practitioner. You know that patients are of different genders, right?" She tried to convince him.

If you have lost your life, why would you care about your reputation?

Living is the way to go.

The tattered clothes slowly fell off, revealing a shocking scene. There was a huge wound on the back, deep enough to see the bone, winding down from the shoulder to the waist. If a little more force was used, the entire shoulder might have been chopped off.

The little monster felt uncomfortable watching this. He didn't understand why the clownfish was fighting so hard.

He used a knife to cut open the clothes, revealing the wound. The blood had already coagulated, and the clothes and the scabbed wound were mixed together. The little monster had to tear it open carefully, and the skin on his back trembled violently.

Thinking about how he had eliminated a demon in the middle stage of Qi Refining today, Yu Zhao couldn't help but share it with him. Chatting could also help distract his attention.

Her lips turned pale, and she clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, not daring to make any big movements. "I'm telling you, I killed a demon in the middle stage of Qi Refining today."

She killed someone in the middle stage of Qi Refining by killing someone in the early stage of Qi Refining. Although it was not a cross-level killing like in the picture book, she still won. Here, if you lose, you have to leave your life behind.

The tone of voice that couldn't help but ask for praise made the little monster's heart soften.

"My clownfish is really amazing. He will probably become the most powerful sword cultivator in the world in the future. Please protect me when that happens."

"Of course, I will protect you from now on." Yu Zhao was very proud, but a slight movement caused the wound on her back to burst. She gasped and twitched in pain. It took her a while to recover.

His slender fingers rested on the long sword, stroking the lines on the handle.

In the future, she will become even more powerful, so that she and the little monster can have meals every day, at least four dishes and one soup.

She hasn't eaten rice for a long time and wants to eat it.

I've forgotten what it tastes like.

The wind and sand outside the house gradually became stronger. On the cliff of the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, an ice blade with a cold glow pierced the magnificent carriage, and the fine snow pear wood shattered into pieces. More than a dozen people in the caravan rolled down together.

The miserable screams pierced the sky.

Raindrops dripped onto the blood-stained boots. A monk with a sharp gaze walked to the edge of the cliff. Below him was bottomless clouds and fog, as dark as night.

The people down there are all imprisoned with extremely evil demons who are willing to eat people without leaving any bones behind.

"Sir, do we still need to go down and kill him?"

The man put away his spear. The cold rain and fog made it impossible to see who was coming. He only turned and left, his voice piercing through the rain, harsh and cold-blooded.

"There are no survivors in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. Return and report."