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

The thin figure swayed in the wind. Shen Yuxiu straightened his bent hands and slowly leaned over to look at her.

"It's time to hit the road."

After saying that, he suddenly exerted force. Yu Zhao could no longer hold on to the smooth rock wall, and his whole body flew backwards. The magic circle was fully triggered. A violent explosion was accompanied by rolling gravel, and the small figure disappeared in the clouds.

The young master slowly raised his blood-stained hand and chuckled softly. Gradually, the tiny sound faded away.

"Deserved it."

Yu Zhao could hardly open his eyes in mid-air and could only rely on instinct to grab some vines to slow down his falling speed, but the vines were shattered when the magic circle exploded.

The crystal blood beads fell to the ground with the strong wind, and she fell into the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons like a porcelain doll, just like she looked when she first came to this world.

Yu Zhao fell in the blood, his eyes dull as he looked at the dark world in his pupils, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears.

Blood flowed from the wound, she tilted her head and coughed twice, and finally, the residual soul of little Yu Zhao ran out, stretched out his little hand and gently stroked her bloody forehead.

Some fragmented memories flooded into my mind.

It belongs to Xiao Yuzhao.

"Child, don't blame me for being cruel. I have no other choice."

"Ah! A monster was born!"

"Throw her out! Isn't there a moat? It's raining heavily, she won't survive. No one is allowed to reveal what happened today, otherwise..."

In the shabby little house, lying on the blood-stained straw, little Yu Zhao bit his finger and asked the old woman beside him, naively: "Will my parents really come to pick me up?"

The old woman pursed her lips and said nothing. She didn't know how to say this. It was always good to have some thoughts in mind.

"I will." She turned her head and whispered back to her, her voice trembling.

Did all this really happen? Was he abandoned just like her? Yu Zhao curled up into a ball, her heart aching. She couldn't tell whether she was crying or little Yu Zhao was crying.

still is……

There are.

In the heavy rain, Yu Zhao saw a vague figure, and its long fish tail drew a line of water in the mud.

She turned her head away, a smile on her lips, "Sorry, little monster, am I back too early?"

Looking at the miserable clownfish covered in blood, the little monster felt a little regretful. He leaned over slightly, blocked the rain with his big tail, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The ancient spell came out of his mouth.

"This is the Forgetfulness Spell of the Mako Clan. You will subconsciously forget all the unhappy things that happened to you. If you intend to remember them, it won't stop you."

He slowly covered her eyes, hoping that his clownfish would always be happy.

Until the last glimmer of light disappears from the eyes, the steaming water vapor dissipates, and the memories of the past come to an abrupt end.

Yu Zhao lowered his head. No wonder his memory sometimes seemed to be failing him. It turned out to be the forgetfulness spell cast by the little monster. His intentions were good, but...

She was not unhappy because of Shen Yuxiu, he was not worth it, she was just heartbroken because of her past with Xiao Yuzhao.

That's it.

Meeting is fate.

Yu Zhao looked at Shen Yuxiu with a faint smile in his eyes. Shen Yuzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly and felt a chill on his back. He smelled a hint of danger.

As the saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.

Along the way, the group encountered many rioting spirit beasts, all of which were killed by the young man with a spear in the front. The spear broke through the air with unstoppable force.

I'm afraid he is the strongest fighter in this team.

This caused a group of casual cultivators to applaud and cheer. They were really lucky this time, encountering so many powerful cultivators. They only needed to follow up and pick up the loose ends.

Glancing at the bright red blood on the ground, Yu Zhao seemed to be lost in thought. He kicked Shen Yuzhuo off the horse and casually threw him a water bottle. "Go, collect some fresh blood from spirit beasts."

Shen Yuzhuo, whose butt was hurting from the fall, got up reluctantly from the ground and limped over with a shaved face. He was tall among his peers, but not so tall in the eyes of a group of casual cultivators.

As soon as he got there, he was pushed aside and couldn't even see a hair of the spirit beast.

Yu Zhao stepped forward and grabbed his collar, very angry, "Can you be more useless?"

Hearing the word "waste", Shen Yuzhuo was unhappy. He threw away the kettle with one hand and whispered, "You don't go yourself, but you like to order me around."

"I asked you to go because I didn't want to go." Yu Zhao laughed angrily, and each word came out from between her teeth. She did everything, so why did she need Shen Yuzhuo to come? Just to eat and do nothing?

Seeing the two people arguing, the little black fish came out from the black robe, swam to the ground with its tail, and dived into the crowd with the blood of the spirit beast several times bigger than him in its mouth, and successfully took out the blood of the spirit beast.

The heavy kettle made it difficult for him to fly. Yu Zhao quickly caught the kettle, reached out and touched the little black fish's head, and couldn't help but praise him.

The look he gave Shen Yuzhuo was even more disdainful, almost writing contempt on his face, "You are not even as good as a fish."

Shen Yuzhuo clenched his fists, shaking with anger, but he was unable to refute.

The little black fish poked its head out and grinned cunningly, "He works very hard too, and enjoys doing useless work, unlike me, who only feels sorry for Zhao Zhao."

After saying that, he moved closer and rubbed his warm fingertips.

Shen Yuzhuo stood there awkwardly, unable to utter a word, and could only watch them leave.

Looking at the frustrated look of the Sword Immortal below through the Yao Chi Mirror, Sima Ming couldn't help laughing. Yue Lao was sitting on the side, dressed in red, quickly flipping the red thread with his fingertips, busy tying red threads for other people.

She raised her eyes slightly and glanced at him, then looked at the Yaochi Mirror again, wondering, "Why do I feel like the Sword Immortal has lost his intelligence?"

Silly, not smart.

The sword immortal in my memory was aloof and unrivaled when he ascended to heaven, with the demeanor of an immortal, holding his own flying sword. The demeanor when he raised his hand was incomparable to that of an ordinary immortal.

His black hair is as white as jade, and he is dressed in white with pride and determination.

Now this one is... hard to judge.

This hit the nail on the head. Si Ming's handsome face was filled with smiles, and he said meaningfully, "To do it again, there's always a price to pay."

It is not easy to change the past. If you are not careful, you may change everything.

Suddenly, he reached out and touched the red thread of Yue Lao, and said sadly: "There are so many red threads, can you sort them out?"

Then Siming pointed at one of the tangled balls of red string, and asked her, puzzled, "Shouldn't a red string only be used to tie two people? Yours..."

He was silent for a moment, "Are you planning to open a harem for her?"

The matchmaker expressionlessly slapped his hand away and said, "Go and write your notes. There is a sequence in learning, and there is specialization in skills."

"What I'm holding is the red thread, which is fate, not love. The probability of success for two people is too low, so one person may hold several red threads to increase the success rate."

It is not easy to be a matchmaker and boost performance.

This is the right tone...

Siming couldn't hold it in any longer and clapped his hands vigorously, with a look of "I see, I've finally realized it" on his face, "So you're the one who created this love triangle and this massive Shura field in the world."

"No." Yue Lao lowered his eyes as he braided the loosened red thread, his expression indifferent. "That was their own choice."

It is normal to have a destiny but no destiny. We cannot assign a partner 100%. Wouldn't that be an arranged marriage?

The gender ratio is unbalanced, and there are always some single people.