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

The small body slowly returned to its original appearance. The boy exhaled a breath and walked out of the shadow dungeon of the past.

The sword bone was dug out and he began to struggle for survival.

The down-and-out young man walked aimlessly on the road that was gradually turning into fragments. Bricks and tiles slowly disappeared, and everything was just a passing cloud of smoke and bubbles in the water.

The low laughter echoed in the wilderness, lasting forever.

As if in a dream, Shen Yuzhuo finally stopped under an old tree, his eyes drooping slightly and his gaze dim.

His pupils reflected an orange kitten, docile and clingy. There were ripples in his eyes. In fact, his little orange kitten had been stewed by Shen Yuxiu's order and forced into his mouth. The scalding hot water caused blisters, and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

He lost his last companion.

As the furry little orange cat disappeared, the boy leaned against the trunk of the dead tree, thinking that spring would never come to a dead tree.

He raised his eyes and looked somewhere. Yellow leaves were everywhere. In a trance, he seemed to see a person. It was... Yu Zhao. Did she also enter the trial?

But there is nothing here.

Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and a cold white light fell on his body. He was lonely and silent, as if he was the only one left in the world. His eyes were fixed on a certain place, and it seemed as if a piece of his heart was missing.

what is it then?

The dark mud in his eyes took shape, transforming into earth-shaking waves, surging and swirling, wrapping around his ankles, calves, waist, and chest.

To the jaw, to the eyes.

The darkness spread, boundless, devouring everything bit by bit. The young man fell into the abyss, his eyes blurred, he could not distinguish between the past and the future, reality and illusion.

The dim and narrow space gradually expanded, and here he saw a girl in ink-colored clothes. She was holding a long sword and walked in front of him with high spirits and unstoppable force.

The girl's eyes were firm, and nothing in the world could block her way. Two scarlet tiger stripes fell under her eyes, like cinnabar weeping blood.

"Draw the sword!" Yu Zhao raised his right hand lightly, the corners of his clothes rustled, and the blood-red blade flashed with cold light, like a bloodthirsty demon.

"Three moves determine the outcome."

The strong wind is like a blade.

The pure and shining girl just looked at him, extending an earnest invitation to fight.

Somehow, a tear fell into the soil and moistened his eye sockets. Shen Yuzhuo could not control his emotions. He raised his hand tremblingly, and tears of blood fell down.

Confused and in pain, his heart was not firm enough and too fragile, so he could not pull out the sword in his heart.

Tiny wounds gradually appeared on his fair skin. The boy was like a broken porcelain, his whole body cracked. The stinging pain in his right eye was like a tide.

The right eye is both voluptuous and strange.

He finally couldn't hold it back anymore and let out a hoarse roar towards the sky.

Rumble--

After the earth shook, a tall and lonely dragon skeleton slowly emerged from the ground. Its sharp horns flashed with a cold light that made it impossible to look directly at it. An eternal voice resounded through the sky.

"The Dao heart is not pure enough, severing the ties is the right path."

He covered his chest, a thin layer of sweat falling on his skin. Shen Yuzhuo seemed to be bewitched, and the snow-white sword was unsheathed with a "hum".

His wandering eyes gradually calmed down and began to move towards the other extreme. The breeze blew across his handsome face, which was as cold as frost, and his vision gradually became clear.

He seemed to have become the cold and arrogant swordsman admired by everyone in the heavens.

The hand with distinct bones and clear veins was raised, meticulously wiping away the blood and tears from the corners of the eyes, but the young man raised his eyes slightly, his loose black hair dancing wildly in the wind, the corners of his black clothes rolling, proud of the world.

The sharp tip of the sword pointed at a person, and with just a light stroke it easily cut through the flesh. The sword body trembled, and the downward blade left a bloody cut, and blood gushed out.

The blood droplets were hot and thick, and Shen Yuzhuo's palms were burning. Seeing that she was still breathing, he planned to give her another sword attack.

The girl smiled, her light-colored eyes sparkling, and her warm breath sprayed on his cheeks, making him feel itchy. The next second, her petal-like lips fell on the corner of his lips, so gently that it was unspeakable.

While he was stunned, her expression changed instantly. She snorted coldly and inserted a dagger into his abdomen. The severe pain made his muscles spasm for a moment.

The remaining warmth at the corner of his mouth made him inexplicably feel a sense of aftertaste.

Yu Zhao on the opposite side turned his wrist expressionlessly, almost cutting off the entire internal organs in the abdomen, along with the nearby flesh and blood. The young man humped his waist and gasped for breath.

The strong smell of blood made my stomach churn, but a pleasant fragrance floated on the tip of my nose. Even if I didn't breathe, it seemed to be able to penetrate my skin and enter my internal organs like poison.

Shen Yuzhuo was confused again. Why did the trial turn out like this? It was okay just now, it was just an accident, but why did she appear now?

There were no accidents in his previous life. It was true that he was seriously injured, but he also passed the trial.

The obsidian eyes moved slightly, but the black hair was charming.

"You owe me this, and I will pay you back a hundredfold." The girl's eyes were clear, without a trace of affection.

The moment she pulled out the dagger, she turned into shattered light and shadow and slowly dissipated.

The young man stood there, unable to move for a long time, his mind blank. It was unknown how long it was before he moved his stiff arms. He put away his heart sword, covered his injured abdomen, and limped towards the dragon head.

crazy.

I actually met Yu Zhao twice.

Thin clouds drifted slowly, a half-moon hung high in the sky. The spirit swords around them chirped, like a spell. Yu Zhao yawned in boredom and counted the time on his fingers. Three hours had passed.

She ate two large pancakes, drank a pot of water and a portion of rice cake.

The girl patted her skirt and stood up. Her eyes fell on the equally bored and almost moldy Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit. She asked, "Is there any big pond nearby?"

She wanted to find something to do.