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

A strange sound came from behind, and a spear cut through the sky, directly piercing Yu Zhao's chest. Her pupils trembled violently.

The two fell directly from mid-air.

The dense forest was full of weirdness. The branches scratched his skin, leaving streaks of blood. If he fell from such a height, the young man would probably die. He had to keep the halo of the protagonist and use it later. Yu Zhao picked up the man and took the blame himself.

Suddenly, their backs hit a thick tree trunk to cushion the impact. The two men paused for a moment, and then the trunk broke and they rolled directly into the grass.

Even with her taking the blame, Shen Yuzhuo, a mortal, still broke two ribs and his right arm, with the bones protruding outward and bleeding profusely.

The strong Yu Zhao's internal organs were displaced. The huge impact made her cough up blood suddenly, and the bright red blood corroded a large area of ​​grass and trees.

Her blood was highly poisonous. She gasped for breath and rested for a while before lying flat on the ground. She could only see the dark sky and dense leaves.

Those people should be here soon, so we can't stay here for too long.

The cold rain splashed on her face, making her sober up a little. She propped herself up and patted the unconscious Shen Yuzhuo with her hand, "Wake up, boy, don't sleep anymore. I can't hold you anymore. Walk by yourself."

She hit Shen Yuzhuo without holding back. He met the girl's clear and bright eyes and slapped her hand away expressionlessly.

"If I don't get killed by the fall, I will be beaten to death by you."

He really felt that Yu Zhao was here to defeat him. This kind of pursuit was commonplace. He had ways to survive, but this was the first time he felt so miserable.

Yu Zhao's back hurt so much that he turned his back to Shen Yuxiu and whispered, "Take off all the exposed arrows."

Looking at the dozen or so arrows, Shen Yuzhuo covered his chest and moved his hips. He put his hands on the arrows and broke them one by one. He deliberately used more force. Yu Zhao frowned and she felt his dissatisfaction.

Blood was flowing in the weeds, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of damp earth. The last broken arrow fell to the ground, and Shen Yuzhuo was also very tired.

Yu Zhao's peripheral vision fell on the arrow on his shoulder. Without saying a word, he grabbed it with one hand and pulled it out suddenly, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Shen Yuzhuo screamed, his mind went blank, and he looked at the arrow in her hand in disbelief.

The handsome face turned pale and blue.

His flesh was still on the silver metal. This special arrow had barbs on it, and it would be fatal to pull it out directly.

"I'll help you treat your wound." Yu Zhao took out a bandage and medicine powder from his storage bag. These were the only things in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. There were no so-called elixirs.

As she applied the painful powder to him, she said, "This arrow is poisonous. You will die if you don't pull it out. I am helping you."

Shen Yuzhuo's vision went dark, and he gritted his teeth, refusing to believe her twisted logic. He was certain that she did it on purpose, and only after the bandage was done did he tentatively move his shoulder, grinning like a fox.

"I'll help you pull out the remaining arrows."

Seeing that he had bad intentions, Yu Zhao retreated to avoid his hand. "I'm not afraid of poison. I'll go to Tianyun City to find a doctor to extract it later."

Looking for a medical practitioner? You even know there are medical practitioners. Shen Yuzhuo was already a little crazy. Okay, okay, this is how we play it, right?

The rain was dripping, and Yu Zhao's light pink lips had already cracked. The cold rain fell on the wound on his back, bringing waves of discomfort.

She dragged her tired body to lean against the tree trunk and took out a gourd wine jug with two swimming fish painted on it.

Yu Zhao tilted his head back and took a sip. The stimulating wine immediately sobered him up a bit. He then poured the wine on the wound on his back, which was burning with pain.

Just think of it as disinfection.

Seeing her being so rough and crude, Shen Yuzhuo couldn't bear it any longer, "How about I bandage you?"

"You won't die." Yu Zhao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then slowly stood up, supporting himself on the tree trunk. "I've rested enough, it's time to go."

If you don't leave now, I'll have to collect your bodies.

She had been able to survive any serious injury in the past, so her current injury was to be expected. She had to get rid of those people quickly.

Fortunately, the rain gradually got heavier, which would wash away the traces of blood, so she didn't have to clean up the blood stains here.

"Wait." Shen Yuzhuo sniffed and awkwardly stretched out his hand towards her, "At least give me a piece of clothing."

How can you be in a state of not being able to cover your body with clothes?

She has seen everything about him, so he can't keep her!

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Zhao threw a robe over his head and walked away without looking back.

Shen Yuzhuo put on his clothes and hurriedly followed. When he escaped, he didn't even wear shoes and could only step on the mud barefoot. He definitely couldn't wear Yu Zhao's shoes.

This shirt barely fits me and it's drafty.

He raised his hand and sniffed, and an indescribable smell hit his head, the smell of sauerkraut and salted fish, as if it had never been washed. He couldn't help but retching.

"Who wore this dress? It hasn't been washed in hundreds of years, has it?"

The rain was still falling, and Yu Zhao's gentle smile was reflected in the puddle. "The little monster passed through."

There is no drinkable water in the Demon Cave, only acid rain, so such a luxurious way as washing clothes is definitely not possible.

"Not long, maybe just over ten years."

Ten years……

Her words were like a bolt from the blue. Shen Yuzhuo pursed his lips, his eyes filled with confusion. Between running naked and stinking, he decisively chose the latter.

He quickly walked forward to walk shoulder to shoulder with her and asked curiously, "Who is the little monster? Is he your pet?"

It looked like there should be a breakthrough point where he could take hostages.

"No." Yu Zhao's clothes were fluttering in the wind, and his voice was almost drowned out by the wind. "My friend, he likes to stay under the rocks."

Shen Yuzhuo thought about it and thought that under the stone, there must be cockroaches, earthworms, crickets or something like that. Yu Zhao's friends were really strange.

Maybe it's not even a human being. This kind of thing is easier to catch, which is exactly what he wants.

Looking at the bloody hole in Yu Zhao's chest, with some flesh and tissue still inside, she knew that some hemostatic powder must have been used to stop the bleeding. She reacted quickly and avoided the vital parts. The injury looked serious, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

Shen Yuzhuo stroked his chin in thought. It seemed that killing her was not easy. She was physically strong, poisonous, and cold-blooded. This kind of person was actually very suitable to be a killer.

He has no money now, so he sells her to be a killer to make some money, and then kills her. He has plenty of time, so he has to wait her out, and we can just play slowly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the ground was covered with mud and water. Yu Zhao was walking very fast and his steps were light. The mud and water kicked up by his heels splashed on his calves.

The two of them distanced themselves from each other in a short while.

Shen Yuzhuo, still a mortal, was shivering all over, the cold night wind blowing on his face. He was not feeling well at the moment. The winter snow had just passed, and the rain now was still bone-chillingly cold.

He huddled up in a ball and walked tremblingly.

He fell into the mud with a "plop" sound, his whole body shaking violently, exhausted, and his soul seemed to be leaving his body.

Hearing the movement behind him, Yu Zhao turned back and called him in "sign language" as usual, "Wake up, get up and walk by yourself, I don't want to carry you."

Even the pain in his body became blurred. Shen Yuzhuo muttered to himself. Yu Zhao leaned closer and listened to him.

"You idiot."

It's killing me.

Yu Zhao's expression froze. She saved him and blocked the knife for him, and this boy actually dared to scold her?

There are still pursuers, so she won't accompany them. She saved his life before and served as a cushion for him. The girl slowly stood up and left, her wet black hair hanging on her shoulders.

The cold rain hit his body, and the boy sank into the mud. His breathing gradually weakened, and he watched her leave with half-closed eyes.

The thin figure disappeared in the rain.

It seemed as if he was the only one in the world.

Shen Yuzhuo's life became fragile, as if a gust of wind would take his life. He stretched out his hand and struggled to get up, with veins on the back of his hand bulging.

No, Yu Zhao is not dead yet, he can't die first.

His existence is for her.

His slender fingers were stained with mud. After exerting a little force, he collapsed into the mud again. Now he didn't even have the strength to make hand gestures.

It seemed as if something was pulling his body and dragging him into the bottomless sea. Everything in front of his eyes was pitch black and he could not see anything.

Dying?

When he returned to Sima Ming Palace, Sima Ming would probably laugh at him to death. A great sword immortal, in order to eliminate his obsession, capsized in a ditch and died in a mud pit.

It also ended up in a tragic scene where no one was there to collect the body, and it became a laughing stock in the entire heaven.

It is said that before death, one will see what he wants to see.

He himself didn't know what he wanted to see.

"Little Stone, get up. You'll die if you keep lying like this."

In the hazy mist, it seemed like someone was calling him, the voice seemed to be very far away, a graceful figure slowly appeared, and the hem of her gauze-like skirt fell on the back of his hand, making him feel itchy.

Soft hair caresses my cheeks, bringing a sweet breeze.

An oil-paper umbrella hung above his head, blocking the drizzling rain.