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

Yu Zhao sat aside and took a sip of tea. She naturally couldn't tell what it tasted like, but she just thought it was quite fragrant.

Observing the changes in his good disciple's expression from moment to moment, Cui Yu stood up, removed the teacup, and replaced it with a cup of honey water for her. "I guess you're not used to it, so drink this."

A Master who is both considerate and gentle is a rare thing.

Yu Zhao quickly thought of the Ghost Doctor in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. If it was her master, she wouldn't be able to drink tea, let alone honey water. She would probably only be able to wash teacups.

Master is easy to get along with; this was her first impression of him.

The sky is hazy and filled with rosy clouds.

No matter what questions Yu Zhao asked, her master Cui Yu would patiently answer her questions and even thoughtfully prepare some snacks.

The girl stood quietly aside, and the young man turned his head to look at her from time to time. His mind would always be absent-minded for a moment, so fast that it was difficult to catch.

Cui Yu flicked the petals off the hem of his clothes and looked down at her. "Don't be so reserved in front of Master. You can take off the mask."

Yu Zhao paused slightly under his sleeves, slowly placed his hand on the mask, and then lightly tapped it to take it off.

What caught my eye was a scarlet patch, which looked like a birthmark, or more like a poison mark.

"It's too scary. I'm afraid of scaring others." She looked calm.

Besides, it is not convenient for her to show up because she has too many enemies.

It was extremely poisonous, and one could say it was brought from the womb. Cui Yu's breathing stagnated, and all his rationality collapsed in an instant. He trembled and placed his slender-white fingers on the corners of her eyes, very lightly, like cotton falling on them.

"Does it hurt?"

His good disciple suffered.

It was all his fault for not finding her sooner.

The voice of apology and guilt fell into Yu Zhao's ears. His black hair was blown by the apricot blossoms, gentle and warm. He was like a warm breeze in spring, making people sink into it unknowingly.

A warm touch came from the corner of her eye. Yu Zhao was a little overwhelmed by the sudden concern. Pain was already commonplace for her, but now someone asked her if it hurt.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

The pain had already passed, and she had gotten through that period.

Looking at her expressionless face, Cui Yu's heart seemed to be grabbed tightly by someone. He lowered his eyes, took out a storage bag and stuffed it into her palm, then said in a tone that could not be refused.

"Here, this is a gift from Master."

He was firm in his attitude. Yu Zhao couldn't and wouldn't refuse, so he put the storage bag away without hesitation.

The two of them just sat there, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

"I'll find a way to save your face." Cui Yu promised.

Yu Zhao was naturally clear that the thing on his face could not be easily removed. The little monster's poison technique should be considered top-notch in the world of immortal cultivation. Even the Ghost Doctor could not eradicate it, and he could only use the sword bone to suppress the toxicity.

It’s too troublesome. She doesn’t care much about her appearance. She can’t see it anyway. Cultivation is more important.

"Master, no need to trouble you."

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Cui Yu's voice was a little cold for a moment, and he pursed his lips slightly, "It's not a bother."

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, the bluebird who was stealing snacks on the table shuddered all over. It was over. Yu Zhao had made him unhappy. The mountain master would probably not punish her, but would instead pluck his beautiful feathers even more.

He quickly jumped out to smooth things over. Doudou looked at the girl sitting beside him and said, "Oh, silly child, just listen to what the master says. You are not a qualified disciple at all."

"Come, chant with me, Master is Heaven, whatever Master says is right."

After hearing his words, Yu Zhao just thought it was a little funny. She only followed her own heart in doing things. Her master was very good, but she would not listen to him in everything. She still had to make her own decisions on some things.

You can't brainwash her.

"Yes, yes, you are right. I will listen to Master in everything." Yu Zhao's tone was perfunctory and deceptive, but the temperature of Cui Yu opposite him became more normal, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

She was willing to treat him perfunctorily.

It’s great to have a good disciple.

Yu Zhao was so ugly now that the blue bird looked down on him. He shook his feathers, stretched his body, and lazily glanced at the handsome young man with a smile on his lips.

He was stunned for a moment.

In fact, the mountain master always smiles, but sometimes his smile is chilling.

How could a fallen immortal be someone easy to get along with?

But at this moment, it was a genuine smile. He discovered that the young man's eyes had never left Yu Zhao.

It seemed that only with his obedient disciple around did the mountain master have a strong sense of worldly affairs and look more like a human being.

From a simple and arrogant boy to a mature and powerful monk, his temperament has been changing all the time.

but……

His liking for Yu Zhao seemed to have never changed and had become his instinct. No matter what she became, he would like her.