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

The Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.

A group of monks surrounded the young master in the center. The spiritual light of the magic weapons in their hands gradually dimmed, but the demons that kept appearing around them were like locusts, endless.

"Protect the young master first." The leading cultivator was already at the end of his strength. The cultivator closest to Shen Yuxiu had a solemn expression on his face. The arm holding the magic weapon was torn off and eaten by the demons, and blood was dripping.

His eyes were determined as he kept controlling the flying sword to resist the surrounding demons. The sword light shot up into the sky, and for a moment, it scared the surrounding demons so much that they retreated more than ten steps.

Compared to the flesh and blood of ordinary humans, the demons here prefer cultivators, and those with abundant spiritual power are the best. The human in front of them, whose cultivation has not been destroyed, is like a piece of food sprinkled with cumin.

Gradually, the powerful spiritual pressure attracted more demons. They looked at each other with fear in their eyes. After hesitating for a moment, they chose to rush forward together. It was a rare opportunity for them to work together.

They hate the human race and have imprisoned them here to resist. Even trapped beasts will fight, let alone bloodthirsty demons?

After three days and three nights, the spiritual power was exhausted and the spirit stones in the storage bag were not enough to support it.

The situation of the other monks was not good either. Their spiritual light gradually weakened and was almost about to disappear in the darkness. The demons' attack became more and more fierce. The ground was littered with corpses, and the rotten flesh was splattered, emitting a rotten stench.

The injured demon's eyes turned red, and he wailed in pain, then turned to eat other seriously injured demons.

The falling acid rain is like a death warrant, constantly striking at people's fragile hearts.

This is the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, the purgatory of the human race and the prison of the demons.

The young master had a handsome face, but now his face turned pale. He had never seen such a tragic scene in the world. Silver-white bones piled up like a mountain, and ugly and strange demons kept pouring in, pulling at his clothes with their sharp claws.

The protective shield was also slowly shrinking, and they could no longer hold on.

If you are not careful, you will be pulled into the yellow sand and become their food. The alien monsters seem to be insensitive to pain and madly knock on their fragile protective shields. The banging sounds irritate people's nerves.

In an instant, countless spiritual lights were like broken mirrors, and long, dry claws cut off the neck of the monk beside him. Hot blood splashed on his face, which was not pleasant. Shen Yuxiu's eyes shrank, and he fell to the ground trembling.

Her bloodstained eyelashes trembled constantly, like a butterfly caught in a spider web.

There is nowhere to escape.

Although the Nascent Soul cultivators he brought with him were powerful, there were simply too many demons, trapping them where they were, leaving them with no extra energy to climb the cliffs.

Shen Yuxiu slashed at the demons in close proximity with his sword, panicking and speechless. There were fewer and fewer monks protecting him. In addition, they fell directly here. There seemed to be some no-fly magic circle on the cliff, and they couldn't even fly with a flying device.

Fortunately, there were some vines to cushion the blow along the way, and with the protection of his robes, he was not seriously injured.

His eyes fell on two skulls not far away. They were the two monks who were traveling with him. They fell down and died on the spot without suffering the pain of being eaten alive by the demons.

Shen Yuxiu was covered in blood, his eyes were empty, chaos and evil gradually engulfed him. Here, he was not the crown prince of Baiyujing, but just a weak and vulnerable human.

The acid rain that fell head-on corroded large holes in the originally gorgeous and beautiful robes. The vestments could no longer hold on, and the tattered hems fluttered in the wind.

In the end, the monk who was protecting him fell in a pool of blood, and the rain was still falling.

Blood gushed out from the young master's chest, dripping down the corners of his clothes.

Holding the sword with a curled blade, Shen Yuxiu looked at the greedy demons in front of him. His whole body seemed to be immersed in a cold pool, and no one could protect him.

The Nascent Soul cultivator was hunted by a dozen Golden Core demons, and even his bones had been crushed into ashes.

They were speaking words he couldn't understand.

"You said this little thing has delicate skin and tender flesh, how are we going to divide it?"

"They are so protective of him, he must be an important figure."

"Which big shot would end up here? We might as well divide it up. This little boy looks like a top-notch one." A demon rubbed his palms together, and the look in the boy's eyes made people feel cold all over.

Just as they were chattering and striding forward, arguing about Shen Yuxiu's whereabouts, the boy suddenly swung his sword.

The attack with weakened spiritual power was like a tickle. The demon waved his hand to throw away the sword in his hand and stomped it to pieces.

The breaking sound is particularly eye-catching and heart-wrenching.

Shen Yuxiu was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and could barely stand, until his back hit the harsh cliff, with nowhere to retreat. His bloodstained fingers rested on the rough rock wall, scratching his skin and causing pain.

As helpless as a puppy that fell into the water.

Rather than falling into the hands of this group of ruthless demons, it would be better to die. Holding the only amulet in my hand, my fingertips turned white. Am I going to die like this?

Not reconciled.

He was lying in the dirty blood, tied up by the demons and carried on their shoulders.

Those demons stared at him with malicious eyes, both men and women. Shen Yuxiu lowered his eyes, not wanting to think about what would happen next.

He was finally thrown on a tattered wooden bed. The bright red blood dried up and formed a large pool. The place looked like a slaughterhouse.

The outside of the house was crowded with demons queuing up, all of whom were participating in the capture.

Toying with a cultivator with a unique bloodline made the demon clan's manic bloodline even more violent.

Gradually, he felt numb. He wanted to leave, but the thick black chain around his neck trapped him here, rubbing his fair skin and leaving marks.

Gradually, no matter what kind of demon he encountered, he would accept it obediently, because he had no choice. He still wanted to return to Baiyujing, and the traitor still had the sword bone of that little bastard.

If he gets it, he will rule the world and kill every demon.

In the dark and narrow space, he hated all his brothers and friends. Why didn't they suffer all this?

Why did he have to fall from the altar and roll in the mud? Jealousy and viciousness spread silently, and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.

He looked at the people coming and going with dim eyes. These were the most desperate days.

Sometimes he would close his eyes and think about other things. Is there anyone who can save him? No matter who it is, as long as they can save him, he will give him the best things when he returns to Baiyujing.

Whether it's a beauty or cultivation resources.

Anything is fine.

Just save him.

As the days passed, Shen Yuxiu stared blankly at the human beings next door being dragged out, thrown into the yellow sand, and then eaten up by other demons.

He survived by eating some black dried meat.

One day, he was drinking a bowl of foul-smelling dinner as usual. It was raining particularly hard today, and large amounts of water splashed on the wooden boards.

Through the gap in the wooden board, he saw a pair of bandaged feet. His eyes flashed slightly and his gaze gradually moved upwards.

She was a little human girl, about the same age as him, but she had a large birthmark on her face and was extremely ugly.

In the past, he would definitely not even look at her, but it was different now. She was a human, a living human. Although her clothes were tattered, they were still clean.

On the cart was sitting a beautiful demon with a big tail, who seemed to be a merman. Under the dark rain curtain, he held a tattered oil-paper umbrella for the little girl. The big tail of the demon was covered with raindrops, and then slowly fell along the tip of the tail.

The little girl was pushing the cart, looking very relaxed. She turned her head slightly to look at the mermaid, her light-colored eyes like melting snow in early spring.

They spoke the language of the demons, which he could not understand, but he knew that his chance had come. They were from the human race, and he had a chance to escape from this dark place.

He threw away the broken bowl and rushed out with all his strength.

"save……"

The next second, his weak voice disappeared without a trace in the sound of rain.

As if hearing some sound, Yu Zhao stopped and looked back, but there was nothing. "Little monster, did you hear any sound?"

The little monster held up an umbrella, shook his head in confusion, and asked with a faint smile, "In the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, besides me, does the clownfish know anyone else?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Zhao's doubts were quickly dispelled. The Ten Thousand Demons Cave had been a little uneasy some time ago, but now there was no major movement.

She shook her head blankly, but still worried, so she turned around and walked behind her, looking around, but there was nothing.

Maybe I was hallucinating.

Yu Zhao continued to pull the cart. It was time to go home for dinner. Rats were becoming increasingly difficult to catch recently, and she and the little monster could only eat two meals a day.

Sometimes I can only eat one meal a day.

My stomach is growling with hunger.

She practiced her knife skills every day, which consumed her energy faster and caused her to eat more.

The little monster twirled its tail around in boredom. Hearing some noise, it tugged at the corner of Yu Zhao's clothes. "How about I tell you a little more story, and I'll cry some more mermaid pearls for you to eat?"

Yu Zhao looked at the other person and shook his head, "No, I don't want you to cry."

Because she discovered a pattern: the more the little monster cried, or the better the quality of the mermaid pearl, the more likely it was to get sick, and the more blood it would suck from her. In other words, if she didn't let the little monster cry, she wouldn't need to bleed it.

perfect!

Looking at her back, the little monster turned his head and looked at a small house with flickering eyes.

The rain is continuous and it is hard to put it into words.

Shen Yuxiu was pinned down in the mud by two demons, unable to move. The smile on his face began to crumble inch by inch. The hope he had encountered with his own hands was once again destroyed.

Is this God's will?

Is he just going to rot here, degenerate into mud, and eventually become food for other demons?

He struggled frantically, trying to get rid of it all, but his white fingers had already dried up, like old wood.

The two demons fell in the wave of blood. The little girl put away her sword with a normal expression. Shen Yuxiu looked up in shock. An indescribable emotion supported him to see the scene clearly.

The dirty hand grabbed the corner of Yu Zhao's clothes, as if he was using all his life's strength.

They are all human beings, she will help him, he is gambling, anyway, he has nothing now.

"Save me, please..."

Gray pupils fell into her eyes, and the face of the owner of the eyes could no longer be seen. Yu Zhao leaned over and pulled his hand away, as calm as water.

"I'm sorry, I can't even feed myself and the little monster, so I can't care about anyone else."

Kindness also depends on the occasion.

In the current situation, she cannot be a good person who saves people.

Save yourself before saving others.