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

"Zhao Zhao, actually... it's just, I..." The little black fish was unusually persistent, with a sincere obsession in his eyes. Yu Zhao also noticed that something was wrong.

She felt it was strange when they first met, and now that he said it, she became even more suspicious that he was hiding something from her.

Yu Zhao lowered his eyes, staring at him intently with his light-colored pupils, and asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Little Black Fish's throat felt a little sore, his voice trembled, and the blood in his body almost flowed backwards. He didn't know how to say this. He said that he was just that person's spirit, an illusory thing.

An alien who can only spy on her three lives from the dark?

Or was he like a disposable toy, imprisoned by Shen Yuzhuo for thousands of years...

Either way, he couldn't say it.

He was silent, like a mute person. Yu Zhao sighed helplessly, stroking his scales all the way down to his tail, and said with an upturned tone, "Forget it, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. Be happy."

There are many unknown secrets in this world, and there are so many things she doesn't know. If she has to worry about one thing, she will be entangled to death.

Anyway, if he gave the Nine-petal Snake Lotus to Shen Yuzhuo, he could start practicing again, and the sword bone would have her surname in the future, which would be considered as settling the feud for his master.

The girl pursed her lips slightly, her eyes curved slightly, and her smile was very warm, as if everything in the world was melted into her eyes. When she was not smiling, she stood quietly in plain clothes, as bright as spring flowers and as bright as autumn moon.

When holding a knife, he looks decisive and murderous, with long hair tied up high, eyes dim, ink-colored figure and high-spirited spirit, he looks like a natural god of war.

Little Black Fish didn't spend much time with her, but compared to the three lives he had seen... Zhao Zhao had grown a lot.

It was very sad. He didn't dare to think about how much suffering he had to endure to become like this.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm going to be very rich in the future." Little Black Fish looked at her sideways, taking every word seriously. He secretly vowed in his heart that he would take care of her and lead a good life in the future.

Promises are unreliable. Yu Zhao raised his eyelids slightly. He didn't expect him to become rich. He just stared into the distance silently, looking for a way forward. He vaguely remembered walking this way, but still didn't see the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit.

Maybe……

A subtle emotion flashed in Yu Zhao's eyes, and he placed the nine-petal snake lotus in his hand on a piece of bluestone. "I know you are nearby. Give this thing to Shen Yuzhuo."

The penetrating sound echoed around without a trace of movement.

After saying that, he turned and left, an invisible ripple spread out behind him. The young man stepped out with a pout, folded his arms around his chest and shouted at her.

"Hey, aren't you going to give it to him yourself? It's not easy to get this nine-petal snake lotus."

Yu Zhao turned her head to look at him, trying her best to ignore his teasing look. A good relationship had already been established. If nothing unexpected happened, she and Shen Yuzhuo would not fight to the death in the future.

If we meet again, maybe I can get some benefits.

I'm too lazy to wait for him to finish the trial now. With that bastard Shen Yuxiu around, I'd better slip away first.

"No, you give it to him for me." She raised her hand, her tone stubborn. She would not change her mind easily. Her tattered black robe billowed in the evening breeze, and the end of her jet-black hair gradually disappeared into the night.

After a long while, rustling footsteps were heard from behind the tree, and dead leaves were crushed and fell at the feet.

"She really left without saying goodbye?" The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit turned his head, and the sea of ​​smoke was vast. He didn't understand the feelings of the human race. It was obvious that the person had picked the elixirs with wounds all over his body, but he didn't improve his favorability to Shen Yuzhuo in person. How strange.

A piece of black clothing suddenly appeared beside him. The young man was leaning against a tree trunk with a sword in his arms. His hair on his forehead was disheveled, and his long black hair was fluttering in the wind. He looked as homeless as he was.

A few strands of black hair cascaded onto the back of her fair hand, and her fingers rested on the black iron-like spirit sword, slowly closing in.

Her rosy chin was slightly raised, and her hair covered all the confusion in Shen Yuzhuo's eyes. Her voice was a little low, "If you're leaving, then leave."

When his eyes fell on the blood-red lotus, they quickly moved away as if burned.

But she soon walked in front of the bluestone, bent down and picked up the nine-petal snake lotus. It was freshly picked, very fresh, with no dew yet condensed, and there was still a lingering smell of blood on it, as well as a faint fragrance that the girl had carried all the way.

His fingertips fell on the petals and gently stroked them.

Yu Zhao...

What do you think I should do with you?

I found that you have changed, completely different from what I remembered.

In the third round of trials, I killed your phantom hundreds of times, but returned here.

Can’t cut off…

The young man fell into trouble, and his determined eyes became erratic. Many things had changed in this life, and he could not see the way he came.

Suddenly, the night stars twinkled, and a stream of light silently penetrated into his brows, and a gentle light bloomed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Shen Yuzhuo was stunned, but saw that the light turned into a jade slip, which unfolded with a snap, and densely packed gold-plated small seal characters appeared in front of him. It was sent by the Emperor of Heaven.

[Jixue Sword Immortal, my son Shaoqing has also followed you down to the mortal world. I just discovered this today and it gives me a headache. I hope I can ascend to heaven with him in the future. He doesn't need any special care, as long as he's alive.]

Young Master of Heaven...

Shen Yuzhuo looked at the golden seal in front of him without saying a word. He was a well-known playboy in the heaven. It was said that he was idle and unruly, the type who would tear down the roof if he was not disciplined for three days.

He is known as the Little Overlord of Heaven.

Almost no one in heaven can subdue him, and the only emperor who can subdue him is busy with official duties all year round and has no time to spare. Once Xiu Mu comes back, he will often deal with him.

It is said that hundreds of rulers have been broken.

You must take care of your boss's own son. After all, the Emperor helped him when time was reversed.

After thinking it over, without any further hesitation, he turned around and walked in one direction.

"What a coincidence, you're going the same way as her?" The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit floated beside him, raised his eyebrows in thought, and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Shen Yuzhuo was stunned, pursed his lips and whispered, "This is the only way out."

He spoke with great righteousness, clear eyes, integrity and selflessness, but Youlong Sword Spirit did not see the expression he wanted to see, and felt bored. He was just a teenager, and could hold more than the fruit basket of a vegetable seller.

Gee tut.

"He looks like an old monk, boring at all." He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. When he thought about having to stay with him for the rest of his life, he felt like ants were crawling all over his body and felt uncomfortable all over.

The night wind was cool, and the hem of my clothes brushed against the weeds by the roadside. Fireflies filled the sky, and unknown insects were buzzing, as if trying to attract the attention of other insects.

The young man let the cold wind blow on his face, his expression unchanged. He silently cast his gaze on the blood-red lotus petals, his heart still restless.

This time I am confused, more confused than ever before.

Just now, he endured and endured, and finally suppressed the urge to show up and talk to her. He didn't know how to face her in the future.

If you kill her, the sword in your hand will shake.

He couldn't sleep or eat if he let her live.

It's like boiling hot water in the palm of your hand, slowly invading and penetrating into your bone marrow.