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

Following the guidance of the apricot blossom branch, Yu Zhao successfully walked out of the illusion and saw the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit leisurely sitting with his legs crossed.

Their eyes met and the atmosphere was silent.

"Oh my god, why did you come out?" The Youlong Sword Spirit was a little crazy. If she came out, then... what about that stupid boy?

He is just an ordinary mortal and can't stand the hardship.

It's over!

"Oh." Yu Zhao smiled triumphantly, his fingers moving slightly under his sleeves as he played with the apricot blossom branch. "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

The pure white petals emitted a faint spiritual light, and the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit had to pay attention to the branch in her hand. There was a strange aura on it, and looking at it for a few more seconds would make people uncomfortable. He couldn't describe the specific feeling.

"That's an ominous flower. Where did you find it?" He waved his hands with a vigilant look in his eyes, and had already retreated ten meters away.

Ominous?

Yu Zhao slowly put the flower branch into his sleeve and said, "It was given to me by someone else. It's a symbol of good fortune."

The apricot blossom branch led her out of the illusion directly. As long as it was beneficial to her, it was a good thing. Seeing his resistance, Yu Zhao curled his lips into a wicked smile and strode forward, waving the branch, driving him away like a ghost.

"Don't go, weren't you so cocky just now?"

The shadow trembled violently, and the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit scared the groundhog into screaming, "Don't come over here!!!"

A few strands of black hair were scattered and gently brushed against the flower petals. On the other side, the young man on Qingcheng Mountain let out a faint laugh from his throat, which was forged from his ribs.

The apricot branches that never wither.

And... it was made from three ribs taken from his heart and forged with his heart's blood.

You will surely live a long and happy life and stay with him forever.

The good disciple he raised with his own hands naturally belongs to him.

Green smoke curled up from the incense burner, and Yanlian's purple eyes were particularly happy today. Now he just had to wait, wait for his good disciple to come to him.

Fate intersects, and in countless reincarnations, his good disciple must have had a lot of bad peach blossoms, and he has to think about how to strangle them.

Cui Yu stood up calmly and strolled in the apricot blossom forest as usual to say hello to everyone.

I am back again.

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The tattered clothes hung on his thin body. The little boy couldn't help gasping for breath. It felt like a big hole had been torn open in his chest. The sword bone inside had been taken out, and more blood was still flowing out.

His hands were tied to the bench with thick iron chains, bright red blood was all over the ground, and there were several bloodstains on his cheeks. He looked like a wounded little animal licking its wounds alone.

His face was pale without a trace of blood. Shen Yuzhuo wanted to curl up into a ball to absorb a little warmth, but his hands and feet were bound, and the sound of chains clicking came to his ears.

Further away came the screams of other monks. This was a dungeon of despair.

The most serious problem was a barbed chain on the scapula, with pieces of the previous prisoner's flesh still hanging on it, a dazzling scarlet color.

Looking at the gloomy torture instruments and bloody walls around him, his eyes were confused. Waves of pain in his body attacked his nerves, making it impossible for him to close his eyes.

Breathing gradually becomes weaker.

A ray of sunlight fell to the ground, and the little boy's eyes were vague as he looked outside the house through the gap.

He didn't know if the starving ghost sister would wait for him. It felt so good to have someone waiting for him, looking at him, and talking to him. He liked this feeling very much.

It seemed as if something detached was gradually attracted and warmed his injured and broken body. Suddenly, an idea came into his mind: he was not alone, and he wanted to go back to find her.

I always feel that she has a strange attraction.

Suddenly, a black moth fluttered to the tip of his nose, and its flapping wings slowly stopped. Fine powdery substances slowly fell down, and Shen Yuzhuo accidentally inhaled them all into his body.

Heart-piercing pain spread throughout his body. He clenched his teeth and let out a few whimpers. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down and mixed with the wounds.

"You bastard, you're not dead yet?" Outside the cage, Shen Yuxiu's delicate face became distorted. He raised his hand and called over the skinny monk beside him, his tone cold.

"Go, get the bone-crushing whip and see if his bones are still as hard as they are."

After all, he is the ninth crown prince. If someone is killed, those old guys will not let it go. The seventh crown prince may be fine, but he is different. Killing a little monk is just a matter of losing his head.

Seeing that the skinny monk looked embarrassed and did not move for a long time, Shen Yuxiu glared at him. The eyes of the superior were full of oppression. He was young and of noble status, so he had to compromise and took out the bone-breaking whip from the storage bag.

The Bone-Breaking Whip, as the name suggests, breaks bones with one whip. An ordinary cultivator cannot withstand more than ten whips, and the seriously injured child in front of him may not be able to withstand more than two whips.

The whistling wind swept across his cheek, and a whip fell, tattered clothes flew everywhere, a few strands of black hair were twisted to the ground, and the bones in his chest made a cracking sound, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

The scorching blood continued to flow out, soaking the wooden bench beneath him.

Shen Yuzhuo bit his lips tightly until he could taste the smell of rust, but he could still bear it. However, this look made Shen Yuxiu lose his patience. He was too hard-mouthed and had a really disgusting face.

If my mother had not increased the dosage of the incense, my father might have suppressed his murderous intent and allowed that half-human, half-ghost woman to continue living.

I still remember the beautiful woman's forbearing look, and her eyes gradually overlapped with the man in front of me. Just like a rotten maggot, a mere demon from the demon clan dared to touch the Xuanyuan bloodline.

It would be fine if it were other female cultivators, at least they were human. I never expected that even such a lowly creature would dare to live in his house.

Like a thief, steal everything he has!

It is obvious that my father was not like this before. He was noble and elegant. He was the emperor admired by everyone and the great man of everyone.

Until that bitch showed up...

Everything has changed!

She and the bastard she gave birth to monopolized all the love of the emperor's father. She was obviously a stinky rat in the gutter, but she seduced him with her foxy face.

Why did the latecomer come out on top? And he stole all the attention from the emperor.

Warm blood splashed in his eyes, his tender face gradually turned crazy, the smile on his mouth gradually became insane, and a look of complacency crept into his scarlet eyes.

soon……

It will soon be back to the way it was.

With a "snap" sound, the air filled with blood was pierced by the sound of breaking air, and the second whip fell without mercy.

Blood was splattered everywhere. The little boy had been beaten to death. Although he was barely breathing, he was still stubbornly alive, and his pale lips were trembling slightly.

"Tsk."

A sound that sounded like crying and laughing broke the silence, like the whisper of an evil spirit. Shen Yuxiu was stunned, and alarm bells rang in his head. After a moment, he finally realized that the noise was made by Shen Yuzhuo who was not far away.

But he had his head lowered, his black hair soaked with blood and sweat, and his bloody clothes stuck to his body.

It is totally unimaginable that he can still speak after being beaten like this.

A layer of tiny bumps crawled up on their backs. Shen Yuxiu and the skinny monk subconsciously took half a step back, with a trace of panic in their eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, blood dripped onto the dirty ground, and the blood gathered in a winding way.

Shen Yuzhuo, who was tied up with chains, slowly raised his head. His dark pupils were gleaming with light, and darkness deeper than darkness spread outward from the depths of his pupils.

The boy was calm and indifferent, as if he was looking at a piece of trash, to the point where even one more glance would be disgusting. "Shen Yuxiu, even in this illusion, you are still as rotten to the core as ever, rotten and stinking."

The dark mud surged and the whole house was submerged in an instant.

The man who broke free grabbed Shen Yuxiu's neck with one hand, his knuckles gradually turning white due to the force, and crushed his larynx with his hand. Looking at the man whose eyes were almost bursting, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

As if he should be.

The contemptuous look in his eyes was like a flame in the wind, swaying and flickering.

Shaking off the corpse beside him, Shen Yuxiu fell to the ground and turned into dust, disappearing without a trace.