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

The overgrown palace is out of tune with the gorgeous brocade clothes. The difference between heaven and earth is clear at a glance.

Shen Yuzhuo's heart was pounding, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking his thin inner clothes. He subconsciously looked for the little orange cat, and when he caught a glimpse of it still on the top of the tree, his heart finally settled down.

No living creatures were allowed to be around him. The palace maids were dismissed, leaving him alone. His seventh brother was accustomed to doing the same.

The pleasant smell of incense gradually approached, and Shen Yuzhuo lowered his eyes and saluted, neither humble nor arrogant.

This made the man opposite frown, as disgusting as his lowly mother, and his eyes were almost exactly the same. Shen Yuxiu snorted coldly and didn't let him get up.

If it weren't for that bitch, how could the emperor father distance himself from them and do so many foolish things? How could the mother be depressed every day and beat and scold him at every turn? It's all their fault, mother and son.

And he allowed this lowly bastard not to call his father the emperor, but to call him dad and mom like those mortal people. But he was the emperor, the lord of Baiyujing.

His mind was really bewitched by that evil spirit, and even his identity and status changed.

He didn't say anything, so naturally he didn't dare to move. Otherwise, they would find a reason to disrespect his brother, and he would be beaten with dozens of sticks and burned for days and nights, which would be extremely uncomfortable.

So Shen Yuzhuo just kept the posture of saluting.

Yu Zhao, who was on the tree, looked at the leader's profile. He looked very familiar. The kitten squatting on his legs was tense all over, even its tail stopped wagging, and its pupils were solemn as if facing a great enemy.

The atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

"A bastard should look like a bastard." Shen Yuxiu sneered and looked around slowly. There was no one and nothing, but it was a fact that the door suddenly collapsed.

How can a mortal who doesn't even have any cultivation compare to him?

Only the sword bone is still useful.

Shen Yuzhuo didn't have time to think about anything else. The personal guards behind Shen Yuxiu, wearing Flying Fish Meteor uniforms, strode forward and detained the man. The huge group of people quickly disappeared.

Yu Zhao glanced at the receding figure and did not move at all. This was an illusion, someone else's trial, and had nothing to do with her. She just needed to wait.

A moment later, Yu Zhao jumped down and reached out to the door. As expected, the barrier was still there.

She sighed deeply.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a figure not far away. The apricot blossoms were bright, and the young man was tall and slender, with white hair, purple eyes, a high nose bridge, and a half-smile on the corners of his mouth.

Her silky hair is lightly tied with a headband, giving her a cool and elegant temperament.

He turned slightly and glanced at the beautiful woman across the years.

"My dear disciple, long time no see."

The clear voice is like spring water flowing through the heart, attracting attention.

Yu Zhao was stunned and couldn't help but want to find out what was going on, but he saw the young man appear in front of him at an arm's length in the blink of an eye, with his eyes raised and his eyes sparkling, seeming both affectionate and heartless.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembling, like a fluttering butterfly dancing.

"you……"

The cool fingertips touched the cherry-colored lips. The young man leaned in very close, their breaths intertwined. The charming ribbon on his clothes fell on the white neck. Yu Zhao blinked and looked at him.

As if he was enjoying her gaze very much, a happy chuckle came from the young man's chest. The hand that fell on his lips slowly rested on her head and tidied her slightly messy hair. The sound seemed to come from a distant place.

"Silly disciple, you shouldn't be here."

"Don't look at it, don't think about it, don't care about what happens. He doesn't deserve it."

Yu Zhao knew very well that this was an illusion, a trial. Somehow, he felt that the person in front of him was not fake, but a real person.

She replied to him gently, "I never thought about it."

The girl looked at him with dim eyes, "I just can't get out."

Hearing the answer he wanted to hear, the young man's smile became even wider. He didn't know when he held an apricot blossom and handed it to her with a smile.

The apricot blossoms seemed to have been picked in the early morning, still with a few drops of dew, as bright as the moon.

The bony fingers restrainedly left the apricot branch, and then the silver bells around the waist made sporadic sounds, which were crisp and moving, but not noisy.

"Take this, it will take you out." He still smiled, squinting like a fox.

The hem of his clothes with dark patterns rustled, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared. White petals fell on his fingertips, reminding him of everything that had just happened. Yu Zhao stared at the apricot branch in his hand for a moment, then reached out and touched the top of his head.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance of apricot blossoms in the air, which was somewhat different from the apricot branch in my hand.

A very good-looking man, gentle and reliable.

Qingcheng Sect.

The young man slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, a hint of smile flashing across his eyes.

found it.

His good disciple.

The little bird with green feathers in the window tilted its head to look at him. Its furry little head was very cute, and its small eyes were full of confusion.

His master hadn't laughed like this for a long time. He hadn't seen him laugh since she died, even though his master loved to laugh the most before.

Cui Yu stood up, holding his wide robe, and scooped half a spoonful of millet to feed the bluebird. The little guy pecked at the rice happily, thinking that he had lived another day today.

"She's back." A clear voice sounded.

"Oh." Bluebird blinked her eyes and asked him, "Are you still going to take her as your disciple?"

Cui Yu didn't even glance at him. She turned around and fiddled with the apricot branch in the jade vase, as if she was playing with some work of art. It was very pleasing to the eye.

Unwilling to give up, Bluebird asked again, "Are you sure it's her?"

That group sent over a lot of fake goods.

The light fell on the distinct hair strands. The young man was like a sculpture, his eyes moving around. He covered his heart, which was not calm but was beating wildly at the moment, and sighed softly.

"Heartbeat recognized her before I did."

He no longer remembered how many years he had been searching.

I only remember the first time I saw it that day. The snow was not cold, the fine snow was fluttering, and it was a sight that lasted for a thousand years.

The fox clan is the most devoted race, and the Nine-tailed Sky Fox is the best among them. His father once cut off his own tail in order to find his mother who died unexpectedly. He went against the will of heaven and endured the pain of having his tail cut off. He did not find his mother and died in depression.

All I have to do is wait for my mother to be reincarnated.

In the past, he scoffed at it, rationally thinking that he would not do such an irrational thing.

Cui Yu knocked his chin and smiled helplessly. He didn't expect that in the end, he would fall into the hands of a snowball. After many years, he finally understood what his father felt at that time.

I am willing to cut off my tail just to save the one I love and renew our relationship.

The days and nights of waiting are too torturous. Reincarnation is not something that divine beasts like them can control.

The next second, the young man's face turned cold and damp, his eyelashes drooped, and his purple pupils flashed with a faint light.

His good disciple has more than one red thread. He wants to see what kind of people they are if they dare to snatch food from the Nine-tailed Sky Fox's mouth.

Originally, he had died under the punishment of heaven and failed to survive the tribulation, but for some unknown reason, the Jixue Sword Immortal chose to reverse time and space, and his split soul reunited here with the help of the power of reincarnation.

He successfully lived a second life.

He wants to get his good disciple back and won't allow anyone to get involved.

The dark patterns on the hem of his clothes were glittering, and everything from his hair accessories to his belt was exquisite to the extreme. When the young man opened his eyes again, he had the same faint smile on his face as always. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a very easy-going person.

The porcelain-white skin on the back of his hand revealed faintly the tiny blood vessels underneath. He pushed open the door and saw an exquisite courtyard full of apricot blossoms.

Petals fall, and old friends return.