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

Yu Zhao thought he had seen it wrong, and rubbed his eyes, as if it was all an illusion.

But the person in front of him seemed to have discovered something interesting, and her smile was particularly sweet. Her free hand was playing with a slender, finely crafted jade flute, which suited her very well.

The thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and the corners of Leng Quanyi's eyes turned slightly red. An even more bewitching fragrance invaded her nose. Yu Zhao also found something wrong and raised his eyebrows slightly. At this moment, there was some noise around.

Gradually, people gathered around where they were sitting. They were all monks with dazed eyes and stiff limbs.

A female cultivator not far away couldn't help but grab her fellow cultivator's ear and pulled it hard, becoming furious.

"Damn it, I'm not dead yet, where do you want to go, you son of a bitch?"

People kept approaching and reaching out their hands to lean towards Lengquan. Yu Zhao was stunned, his breathing suddenly stopped, and he looked at those people at a loss, as if they were all attracted by the girl in front of him.

Suddenly, a hint of desire ignited in my mind. There was something strange about that sweet and greasy fragrance.

Surrounded by a circle of monks, obedient like puppies waiting for orders, Leng Quanyi smiled coldly, his eyes like the sky and the sea narrowed slightly, and his tone was contemptuous, "Do you think it's interesting?"

A physical quality that attracts the opposite sex...

Moreover, no spiritual power could be sensed from her, and she was full of weirdness.

After a long time, Yu Zhao slowly raised his eyes without saying a word, and decided to slip away for the time being. He was entangled in this inexplicable nerve and was afraid that he would never be able to get rid of it in the future.

Seeing her stand up and want to leave, the girl's eyes under her long eyelashes flashed with an ambiguous light, revealing an indescribable feeling.

After taking two steps, Yu Zhao looked back slowly. The girl's pretty face still maintained the same look as before, as if frozen in time.

As her figure disappeared in the thin rain, the girl boredly played with the jade flute in her hand. Her slender fingers paused slightly, and she took out an amber stone the size of a quail egg from her lapel, which was hung with a bright red string.

A black jade petal in the center of the amber stone was emitting a faint light. Leng Quanyi raised his hand and gently stroked it, then looked up at the dark rain curtain, and something seemed to flash through his mind.

The girl caressed the amber pendant intermittently. She had been holding the amber pendant since birth and usually looked ordinary. This was the first time she noticed the amber pendant reacting...

A little light fell on the fingertips, and the girl's skin looked like fine white jade.

The candle on the table was burning with crackling flames, the amber stone was slowly dimming and turning into an ordinary stone without life.

Leng Quanyi calmly put the amber stone back into his arms, glanced at the monks around him with greedy eyes with disgust, kicked away the few who were blocking his way, and walked slowly towards the rainy night.

She pursed her lips and let the heavy rain wash over her face. She was born in the Jurchen tribe in southern Xinjiang, where women are respected and the tribe is extremely corrupt.

Once a baby boy is born in a family, it will be regarded as an ominous sign by the clan and must be "saved".

The so-called salvation is to put a newborn baby boy into the freshest goat's milk, let the whole tribe watch the baby boy being submerged for an hour, and then fish out his body and hang it at the highest point in the tribe for a month as a warning.

It is unknown when it started, but no baby boys were born in the tribe. As the men grew old and died, there were gradually many women in the tribe. In order to pass on the tribe's heritage, the Jurchens began to capture men from outside and abduct them back to the tribe, and then control them with witchcraft to reproduce offspring.

But without exception, the baby boys born will be saved.

Repeatedly.

On a rainy night, a loud cry echoed throughout the village, and a baby boy was born. Fortunately, he met a mother who was moved by sympathy for him, but... more of it was guilt.

It was the mother who walked out of the village and tricked the father back to the Jurchen tribe, making him a tool for reproduction within the tribe. It was not until the moment of his death that the mother finally repented and realized that she had fallen in love with him a long time ago.

So she made a decision that went against the whole family and disguised the baby boy as a girl, allowing him to spend one peaceful night after another.

In addition, he inherited his mother's unique physique with a strange fragrance, so no one doubted that he was a man.

Ever since Lengquanyi could remember, he started wearing women's clothes and combing his hair in a woman's bun. His every word and action was monitored by his mother. Every day, she would talk about the past without getting tired of it.

It was nothing more than that her father was a very gentle man. He would cook delicious meals for her, draw her eyebrows for her, and give her shoulder massages.

As she spoke, tears would flow from my mother's beautiful face, and her eyes would almost be blinded by crying.

When he was older, his mother's eyes were really blinded by crying. In the dark days, the mother and son depended on each other. In fact, Leng Quanyi did not understand the feelings between them.

That thing called love was often on his lips, but he felt nothing.

He only remembered that one morning, he made breakfast as usual and was about to call his mother to get up. He knocked on the door for a long time, but it didn't open. He was very obedient and didn't knock on the door again. He just wanted his mother to wake up after she had enough sleep.

Another day passed, and Leng Quanyi opened the door, suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

The bedding that should have been folded was scattered on the ground.

A gray-white shoe was scattered next to the stool. Looking up, there was a familiar pale face covered by messy black hair.

The holy woman of the Jurchens died in a small, dimly lit room.

Later, he was adopted by the tribe leader, who wanted him to attract more men back to the Jurchen tribe with his unique fragrance.

This time, he felt rebellious and resolutely ran away from the Jurchen tribe, ran away from southern Xinjiang, and escaped from the place that had bound him for more than ten years.

The boy flew out of the cage like a bird, walking on the wind, but... he found that he seemed unable to go back. Whether it was his feminine face or his words and deeds, he was like a girl.

The strange fragrance on his body seemed to remind him all the time that he had fallen into another trap.

He was bewildered by the masculine appearance displayed by other male cultivators, such as beards and strong leg hair, because his mother had used the Yin-Yang Holy Gu she had developed on him to prevent the tribe from exposing the truth and executing him.

The Holy Gu can easily change one's appearance, turning a woman into a man and a man into a woman.

Without his mother's help, he could not change back to his original appearance and became a monster that was neither male nor female.

Both his appearance and mind were in a state of confusion. He did not belong to either male or female. During his one-year wandering, he saw all kinds of people.

Men will be addicted to the unique fragrance on his body, and women will hate men because they are attracted to the unique fragrance on his body.

Human beings are very twisted.

He clearly did nothing, he was just quietly eating his meal, so why are people blaming him for everything?

In southern Xinjiang, apart from his mother, he rarely communicated with others, and he didn't know how to communicate with others. He could only learn from others to communicate with others.

The person he liked to imitate the most was the eldest daughter of a large family. She seemed to be very popular and no matter what excessive things she did, she would not be excluded or despised.

So he followed her for a while and imitated her every word and action perfectly.

But today, he found a different person, who looked like a lonely boy, wrapped tightly, but was actually an indifferent girl.

Same as him.

At this moment, he felt an indescribable excitement in his heart, as if he had found a kindred spirit. He had no choice but to step forward boldly and try to communicate, although the results were somewhat unsatisfactory.

The girl seemed to dislike him a little. Just when he was about to find another target to follow, the amber color that accompanied his birth lit up, and the warm light was cozy.

In countless dark nights, Amber Stone is his only support. He has no family, only a piece of cold stone. He is like a lost traveler walking in the endless desert, needing someone to point out the direction.

At this moment, he just wanted to follow her.

The girl's determined gaze never shifted, and the hem of her skirt was stained with mud.

The raindrops fell softly, hitting the palm-sized leaves. The girl in green clothes was soaked all over, stepping in the mud. This time, she didn't get too close.

Because I haven't figured out a reason to talk to her yet.

It was already half the night, and Yu Zhao, who was walking in front, finally couldn't help but look back at her. The little girl was soaked like a drowned rat, but she was very stubborn. She had deliberately walked around here for more than ten times, and he didn't expect her to still follow him.

This emperor of perseverance is awesome.

She leaned over and glanced at herself, doubting her true purpose as she glanced at her equipment.

The umbrella was made from large leaves he picked up. The craftsmanship was poor and it dripped water from time to time. His black robe was tattered and he looked like a beggar. Even his storage bag was hidden close to his body. He didn't look like a rich man at all.

For a moment I didn't know why she followed me.