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

"Yu Zhao, are you sure you're going this way?" Shen Yuzhuo asked listlessly, leaning on a wooden stick, his legs almost breaking from walking.

The light mist did not interfere with her vision. Her black boots splashed water, making subtle sounds. Yu Zhao touched her chin. If she really knew the way, she wouldn't have gone in circles.

I remember that the original book found the entrance in a rocky forest, but I have circled around three times and still haven't found it.

Shen Yuzhuo was answered by a long silence. Yu Zhao looked at the strange-shaped stones and began to wonder if he had made a wrong move.

If Shen Yuzhuo heard it, he would actually want to say that he had taken a wrong step at the first step.

This rocky forest was just a cover, the real entrance was right where they had just entered, but... he didn't dare to say it easily. Seeing her striding forward with such confidence, he thought she had another way in.

It wasn't until his legs cramped that he finally realized that Yu Zhao didn't know the right way and was leading the way blindly.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Yu Zhao's tone was a little uncertain. He turned his head and looked at Shen Yuzhuo, "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself from your crime."

Putting labels on people again.

"Where have I committed any crime?" Shen Yuzhuo's mouth twitched wildly, and the boy's green face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You're the useless one, you're the one who needs to practice, and you're the one who knocked over the kettle." Yu Zhao simply counted his crimes on his fingers, and then continued, "You're the one who didn't pay back the money."

There's no point talking about friendship, she only talks about money.

The young man was speechless, his dark eyes showing a hint of helplessness. He finally understood that he couldn't reason with Yu Zhao, so he resigned himself to his fate and walked in front, then led her out of the rocky forest.

The further they walked, the more they felt something was wrong. Yu Zhao raised his eyebrows. Isn't this the place they just came in?

"Do you know the way?" She laughed angrily. Did he really have to laugh at her?

The thin body was carried by someone, and Shen Yuzhuo calmly pointed to a small piece of writing in the corner, "Here, it's written there, the entrance to Dragon King Valley, anyone with enough eyes can see it."

Yu Zhao, who currently cannot read and is still illiterate: "..."

Who would have thought that someone would clearly write the direction of the entrance? It's so careless, no one would believe it, right?!

Maybe this is the effect they want.

Following the direction pointed by the sword mark, Yu Zhao and Shen Yuzhuo walked all the way to the southeast. There was actually more than one entrance to Dragon King Valley, but the entrance they chose was more convenient and quicker. Of course...

Danger also comes with it.

Yu Zhao's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a trace of dried blood on the ground, a small, not very obvious spot under the leaves of the spiritual herb. The two looked at each other, both held their breath, slowed down their pace and moved forward slowly.

On the muddy path, the cold, hard stones were also stained with blood.

Several cannibals were chewing a young elk in big mouthfuls. Each of them was skinny and hunched, with slender red nails that were intimidating. The tiny hairs on their bodies were stuck together by the sticky deer blood.

While they were eating, Yu Zhao crawled forward with Shen Yuzhuo.

The cold wind blew, messy hair, and his pupils reflected the cannibal eating like a wild beast. The smell of blood was in the air, and Shen Yuzhuo's eyes were moved.

Rather than calling them cannibals, a more appropriate name would be...

Demon.

His kind.

Demons and ghosts are a type of demon, and are the easiest type to transform into human form, but that doesn't mean they will succeed. Those who fail to transform and end up eating living things are called man-eating ghosts.

Now that I have become like this, neither human nor ghost, it would be better for me to die.

Noticing that everyone behind him had stopped, Yu Zhao, who was walking in front, turned around and elbowed him, raising his eyebrows slightly, and whispered, "You're so fascinated by what you see, do you want to stay with them too?"

He would probably have been their meal in the past.

As if he had stepped on someone's tail, Shen Yuzhuo's palms were covered with sweat, and his eyes were filled with anger. "What I see has nothing to do with you."

After saying that, he quickened his pace. Yu Zhao took one last look at the cannibals behind him. Their cloudy eyes were mixed with a hint of humanity, twisted and strange.

There was more numbness and bloodthirstiness in her eyes. The little black fish saw it all and patted the back of her hand with its tail.

"Zhao Zhao, don't look."

The more you see, the more powerless you feel, and you will fall into a vortex of cognitive errors.

Yu Zhao touched his little head, his eyes were peaceful, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he turned and left.

She had seen a lot in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, so what she saw now was nothing.

The shallow sunlight sprinkled on the ground, the white mist lingered around, and there was silence all around.

Yu Zhao looked forward. The boy's face was tense and darker than the bottom of a pot. His rosy lips showed displeasure and his thick eyelashes were slightly curled. Even though he was wearing an ordinary black robe, he exuded an extraordinary temperament.

His delicate and beautiful phoenix eyes were cold and sharp, as if he was ready to draw his sword at any time, and a strange emotion enveloped him.

Yu Zhao touched his chin and felt that he seemed to have two faces, with another mask under the mask that he could not see through.

Her fingertips touched the smooth big tail, which felt like black jade and made her unable to let it go. Her mood also improved involuntarily. Others played with walnuts, but she played with the little black fish.

I can't help but sigh that the little stone is relatively simple and the fish's brain can't hold anything complicated.

The midday sun shines on the heads of the man and the fish. The girl playing with the little black fish seems to be in a very good mood. There are a few water droplets on her hair on her forehead, and a moonlight-like light flows in her eyes.

The floating light and broken shadows are like bubbles in a dream.

Shen Yuzhuo couldn't help but stop. Yu Zhao passed by him, and their black robes rubbed against each other for a moment. The two passed each other. The girl was still playing with the little black fish, as if she didn't see the person next to her.

The hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, his eyes were slightly closed, his eyelids were twitching wildly, and he felt even more irritated.

It seems that he can't stand seeing others doing well.

The young man lowered his head, the corner of his black clothes brushed against the dark green spiritual plants, and his black boots stepped on the shadow of the person in front of him one step at a time.

Suddenly, he remembered something his mother had once said.

"Azhuo, if you can step on someone's shadow, that person will never leave you again."

"Just like mom and dad?"

But, Dad is not just his dad.

He is the Emperor of Baiyujing.

Shen Yuzhuo's eyes were a little red, and his dark pupils flashed with a faint light. Going back to the past, he now had nothing but fragments on the ground.

Now there is no peerless Jixue Sword Immortal, only an orphan being hunted by his own brothers.

Emotions are like tides.

Strange, has my heart of Tao been shattered again?

The black hair blown by the wind slowly fell on his robe. Yu Zhao stood beside him at some point, and his disheveled appearance was reflected in his clear eyes.

Shen Yuzhuoshen's expression froze, his eyes drooped, and then he glared at her fiercely, "Don't look!"

Seeing that he turned his head away, only the tip of his slightly red nose could be seen. Yu Zhao sighed and leaned down to look at him with her head tilted. It was just like when her deskmate as a child cried with her hands buried in the table. She bent down and peeked from below to see if he was really crying.

Even though she was not allowed to see it, she insisted on seeing it.