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

Listening to the gentle voice, Shen Yuzhuo's heart beat like thunder, and he had an indescribable feeling. Who was it?

Why is he called Little Stone?

I don’t know if it was rain or tears falling on my cheeks.

His hazy consciousness gradually returned, his half-closed eyes opened completely, and suddenly he heard light footsteps in his ears, just as he turned his eyes.

The waves and mud splashed into his eyes.

Shen Yuzhuo's heart sank. Before he could even ask who that person was, he was interrupted by this ugly freak. He closed his eyes and made a sour face. Yu Zhao, who had returned, held a large leaf in his arms and held it over his head to block the rain.

It is impossible to be kind.

Because Yu Zhao discovered that he was not dead yet, and his vitality was comparable to that of a cockroach with cheating power, the strongest of the strong.

Jian Gu was still protecting his former master and not letting her take action. Since she couldn't kill him, she had to squeeze out all his remaining value first. That way, if someone came to kill her, she would have the strength to protect herself.

If you can't win, you can run away.

At least there was hope of survival. Shen Yuzhuo moved his hand tremblingly and grabbed the wrist that was gradually approaching. His throat was hoarse because he had not drunk water for a long time.

"Jian Gu only listens to me. Once I die, he will lose his effect."

I thought he would seek support, shout for help, save me.

Yu Zhao looked him up and down, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, she covered him with leaves, and then dragged him up. She didn't believe it.

It seems that the protagonist's halo has been used in other places. For example, after such a long time, the killers have not caught up yet.

Gee tut.

Yu Zhao placed the person on his back and said simply, "Hold on tight."

The coldness on her back made her shiver.

The warm body made Shen Yuzhuo subconsciously move closer, and he used all his strength to wrap his arms around her neck. It was obvious that her desire to survive was very strong, and Yu Zhao was a little breathless.

Gradually, his body began to feel hot, and his mind became unclear and he started talking nonsense.

"Don't...abandon me."

"mother."

The soft whispers made Yu Zhao pause. The rain soaked both of them. The rain was pouring down, and the water slid down from the corners of their clothes like raindrops.

There was a burst of water vapor in the air.

Yu Zhao decided to take the man to a place to shelter from the rain first. If he continued to get wet, his brain would burn out.

The breath next to her ear gradually became hot and itchy. She tilted her head away and heard his dreamy words in her ears.

"Dad, no!"

"I'll be obedient and not eat...my mother."

Yu Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, he pursed his lips, and gently weighed the man to prevent him from falling.

The dense forest is not far away.

A carriage that looked out of place here was parked there. Rainwater hit the cheeks of a group of masked monks. Their eyes were empty. They all knelt in the mud, lowered their heads and dared not speak.

"Where are the people?" The voice coming from the carriage was like the tinkling of a spring.

The leading monk clasped his hands together and said in a hoarse voice, "I am incompetent. The heavy rain has obscured our tracks. This dense forest seems to be a bit strange, and the compass is useless."

The floor inside the carriage was covered with soft fur, and a unique incense burner was emitting thin smoke, with fragrance everywhere. At this moment, the tea was bubbling, and the young man had his eyes lowered, exuding a noble and elegant temperament.

"How many people helped him?" Lifting the silk curtain, Shen Yuxiu revealed half of his pale face and questioned the kneeling Deadpool.

"One...one." The monk trembled all over and his face turned pale and weak.

The young man let out an "oh" and threw out a teacup. The monk caught it and held it in his palm. He looked frightened, but still held it up respectfully and raised it high above his head.

The next moment, a teapot was held out and the monk knelt forward.

The boiling hot tea fell into the teacup and gradually overflowed. The steaming water meandered down, and the calloused fingers were covered with blisters. The leading monk did not dare to move and frowned.

"Why don't you drink?" Shen Yuxiu suddenly spoke.

The monk quickly opened his mouth and sucked in some of the tea that fell on his face.

"Thank you, thank you for the tea, Master."

Shen Yuxiu propped up his chin, raised the corners of his eyes, and looked into the distance with interest, "Who is helping him? Are they men or women?"

"It should be a woman."

"Should?" Shen Yuxiu's eyes were like sharp blades. He swung the teapot in his hand fiercely, and the porcelain pieces shattered into pieces. A bloody hole was smashed on the forehead of the leading monk, and blood was flowing all over most of his face.

He knelt on the ground, shaking like a sieve.

"I don't need useless people. If you haven't dealt with that remnant within three days, commit suicide and make amends!"

"Sanqi, let's go."

The whip hit the horse, and after a powerful neigh, the wheels rolled rhythmically.

Inside the carriage, Shen Yuxiu's dark eyes were like poisonous snakes in the dark night, sticky and dangerous, his bony fingers pressed on his temples. His stupid brother was really lucky, with people helping him everywhere.

Even without the sword bone, he is still alive with so many killers chasing him.

What a tough life.

…………

The mountain road was rugged and Yu Zhao's steps were slow. His legs felt like they were filled with lead. He had just gotten rid of the snakes after some effort. Now he could only walk up, hoping to find a cave to shelter from the rain.

After walking for nearly an incense stick of time, they finally saw a cave. Yu Zhao released his spiritual sense to explore it, but there were no large spiritual beasts or wild beasts.

She tilted her head to glance at Shen Yuzhuo. If there really was someone, she would have someone on her back. She would just throw him out and treat the beast to a buffet.

She is safe.

Yu Zhao walked into the cave and tried to put the man on the ground. Shen Yuzhuo's hand was like an iron arm and she couldn't let go at all. She pinched his thigh hard, and the unconscious boy immediately let go.

It still has to be resolved by force.

Dragging his tired body, Yu Zhao immediately stood up and walked out. After a while, he came back with a bunch of wet branches. They were not soaked, so he just peeled off some of the outer branches to start a fire, and then dried the rest of the firewood.

Yu Zhao snapped her fingers with one hand, and the spiritual fire in her hand jumped and the flames quickly rose. She took down a few dead snakes hanging around her waist, processed them simply, and then roasted them on the fire.

I don’t know what kind of snake this is, but it’s sizzling and oily, and it’s quite fat.

Shen Yuzhuo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly stood up and approached the fire, stretching out his hands and skinned feet to warm them. Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow and calmly moved away the branch with the snake on it.

"Stay away, you're smoking my snake."

Shen Yuzhuo: "..."

"Don't look at it, there's no share for you." Yu Zhao turned sideways and concentrated on roasting the snake. Those who did not contribute were not worthy of eating the spoils.

She carried the man back, she killed the snake, and she found the firewood for the fire.

Shen Yuzhuo was seriously ill and his wound was infected. He had no strength at the moment and his stomach was rumbling, but he still had his nerve. "I won't eat your grilled food. It looks unpalatable."

"Wipe your saliva." Yu Zhao fiddled with the roasted snake and said to him expressionlessly.

Shen Yuzhuo's throat moved slightly, he swallowed his saliva, curled up into a ball in anger, covered his stomach and didn't say a word.

It was almost done roasting. Yu Zhao blew away the hot air and ate the meat in big mouthfuls while taking a sip of wine. He was so happy. Shen Yuzhuo's appetite had been aroused long ago, and his black eyes stared blankly.

His stomach was filled with acid, but he didn't have the strength to go out and catch a snake to eat. His whole body ached, as if he had been beaten up.

He didn't know why this wild and ugly woman was so powerful.

Looking at him curled up into a ball, Yu Zhao looked at him through the flames. The flames danced on his handsome face, making him look like a god.

She said suddenly, "You seem to be alone."

I don’t know if it’s my eyes playing tricks on me, but that stubborn look is very similar.

"Who?" Shen Yuzhuo became interested. He was so handsome. How many people in the world could compare with him?

Yu Zhao swallowed the snake meat and paused for a moment, "I don't know."

The man was dirty and didn't like to talk. He seemed like an autistic child. I didn't expect that this bastard pretending to be a vegetable would be such a bastard.

He has a very dark heart and is a scheming boy.

Shen Yuzhuo was speechless and looked down at the mess of snake bones. Maybe he could clean them up after she fell asleep.

Seeing what he was thinking, Yu Zhao's brain twitched and he felt a little annoyed. This fool shouldn't be him. After all, he was not as smart as that bastard.

Yu Zhao lifted his collar and pressed it close to his chest, his shallow breath spraying on his handsome face, "Come, say goodbye to your sword bone, and tell him that from now on, you will follow me to drink and eat meat. I won't have to worry about you anymore. I will share a skewer of roasted snake with you."

Shen Yuzhuo choked, but to appease his rumbling stomach, he pretended to say a few words, which sounded quite serious.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Zhao put the knife on his neck and whispered, "Let me verify it."

Shen Yuzhuo's pupils trembled: "???"

No, you need to verify this?

His fingers trembled slightly, and the ice blade with a chilling aura remained frozen, unable to cut into flesh. Yu Zhao turned his wrist, put away the Jinghong Knife, and sighed regretfully, "Looks like it won't work."

The sharp cold light just brushed past his neck, and a roasted snake was casually thrown into Shen Yuzhuo's arms.

"Give."

"Just one is enough for you, and you can eat the rest tomorrow." Yu Zhao yawned, turned his back, held the Jinghong Sword and lowered his eyes.