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

For the next few days, Yu Zhao stayed in the house until he was almost moldy. Even his meals were delivered to his door by Leng Quanyi three times a day.

It was not until Cui Yu sorted out the affairs of the Demon Realm and returned to Qingcheng Mountain that he called her out of the house.

But this time, Cui Yu, who was full of joy, saw a listless disciple. She was like a frost-bitten eggplant, wilted and seemed about to fall apart at any time.

Yu Zhao forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "Master, you're back."

"Disciple, we haven't seen each other for just a few days. What happened to you?" Cui Yu's gaze fell on her dark circles and he was stunned for a moment.

How come his good disciple looks even more exhausted than he is dealing with the affairs of the demon world? He could have returned earlier, but he didn't know what was wrong with that demon king. He had been messing around for the past two days and had caused a lot of trouble.

For example, if they saw other people in pairs, they would separate them, one in the east and one in the west. If they encountered a demon with a conflict, they would tie them together and only leave after seeing them curse each other.

There were even rumors among the demons: the Demon Lord had a lover, was toyed with by her, and then was cruelly abandoned, and turned evil on the spot.

It's really confusing. With his foolish and tyrannical brain, how could he fall in love with anyone?

It would have been better if she hadn't asked. Once she asked, Yu Zhao became even more confused. Her friendship was ruined.

"Master, what should I do if I have a conflict with my best friend?"

Cui Yu doesn’t seem to have any close friends at the moment, but if he has a conflict with his disciple, he will definitely admit his mistake first. His disciple will not be wrong, and if there is any mistake, it must be his.

He said firmly: "Admit your mistake first."

After hearing this answer, Yu Zhao fell silent. In that embarrassing situation, she could only think of that way of dealing with it. She was not wrong, it was the little monster's fault!

He was the one who snatched the food from the tiger's mouth first. It was just a joke, but he didn't expect that he would...

It's indescribable!

The master must have wanted to use love to persuade her, but the little monster was more likely to cremate her. In any case, she would never actively seek him out to admit her mistakes. She was right.

Yu Zhao raised his hand and made a cross sign, his eyes blazing, "Master, I am not wrong. I will never admit my mistake."

It’s impossible now, and even more impossible in the future. Don’t even think about asking her to apologize in this life!

Although she didn't know what happened, but what the disciple said was right, so it was definitely not her problem. Cui Yu still stood on her side, and the disciple was on his side.

She must have a reason for saying that.

The young man nodded. Seeing that the girl's emotions had stabilized a lot, he decided to teach her some techniques of cultivating immortals first. He now had the status of a master.

Cui Yu's voice was clear and he spoke in detail. Yu Zhao listened very attentively. The small bag on his waist moved, and a fish head popped out. The inky fish tail swam slowly, and his voice was still a little confused.

"Zhao Zhao."

His shouting attracted Yu Zhao's attention. Seeing that her master was also staring at him, she reached out and held the little black fish in front of Cui Yu.

"Master, this is the little black fish I raised."

Little black fish?

Cui Yu took a look and had an ambiguous smile on his lips. Why did he look like the soul of the sword immortal Shen Yuzhuo?

It is said that he cut off the soul of love and ascended to heaven, and was very famous for a while. Unexpectedly, the soul of love still remained in the world, and now follows his disciple, calling him so affectionately?

The young man looked surprised, and the corner of his sleeve slipped down to reveal a piece of cold white skin. He grabbed the little black fish's vitals and lowered his eyes lazily.

When their eyes met, they were both stunned.

Zhuo is an emotional soul, and has a strong perception of souls. The soul of the young man in front of him is reunited, and it also reveals an ominous aura.

There was a faint air of immortality and death on his body. Such a person should have entered the reincarnation long ago, but he didn't expect that he could still wander in the world, and... if he was not mistaken.

There was actually... a demonic aura on him, so strong and frightening, and hidden very deeply.

But it seemed that something else suppressed his evil nature, making him normal and not losing his sanity.

This is absolutely a fallen immortal teetering on the brink of life and death!

Cui Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and he pinched his whimpering mouth. The young man's mouth curved slightly as he praised: "My dear disciple, you have raised this fish quite well."

He can even keep the sword immortal's soul by his side, and I wonder what surprises are waiting for him.

but……

The emotional spirit in front of me seems to be a little special and not controlled by the main soul. This is interesting.

He is a fish now and will only be a fish in the future. He is not even a human being. Just treat him as a pet for your disciple to raise and play with.

It seems that when he was away, his disciple had a close relationship with Shen Yuzhuo.

The atmosphere between the man and the fish was somewhat tense. Yu Zhao could only watch helplessly as the little black fish was wasted under his master's hand. He stretched out his hand, "Master, can you give it back to me?"

The young man had a smile on his face, still holding the little black fish's tail, and said casually, "Why, are you feeling bad?"

Suddenly I felt that this fish was a bit of an eyesore.

I always feel that this question is a bit strange, and I feel a little uneasy. Yu Zhao still cherishes her little black fish very much. He needs him to maintain a good sleep, and he doesn't need to be fed.

"No, no, this little black fish is very stubborn and likes to bite people. I'm afraid of offending Master."

The white veil on the young man's face was blown by the wind and entangled with his black hair. He fell into deep thought, and a voice as soft as water sounded.

"Still biting? There's no need to keep such a hurtful beast. I'd better let you deal with it."

"No, no, no." Yu Zhao stepped forward and held his hand in a hurry. "Master, don't bother you. I will teach him well."

Cui Yu lowered her head to look at her wrist, and Yu Zhao realized that she had gone too far. She tried to grab her master's hand, but the back of her hand felt like it was stabbed, and she immediately let go, leaving the wrist bone that was as cold and white as ten thousand years of ice.

It feels like Master has been out for a while and it’s become very cold.

Finally, Cui Yu hesitated for a moment, and returned the little black fish to her. Before leaving, he looked at the little black fish with a smile and asked Yu Zhao, "Is he refusing to eat?"

Yu Zhao: "Yeah."

The soul feeds on love to sustain life. His disciple has no feelings for him or Shen Yuzhuo, so he will naturally starve to death after a long time. I just don't know how long he can hold on.

Thinking of this, the young man felt extremely happy.

If his disciple really likes fish, he can also cut off his own soul and play with his disciple every day.

After taking a few steps, Cui Yu turned back and took out a small box from his sleeve. Yu Zhao stretched out his hands to take it.

The small box is the size of a thumb, with beautiful patterns on the body. The slightly cool touch makes Yu Zhao reluctant to let it go.

Cui Yu said succinctly, "It removes poisonous marks."

Suddenly, his brows furrowed, his slender fingers pinched his palms hard, and he left the spot like the wind. Yu Zhao stared at the small box without paying much attention. Master must have something urgent to do. As an elder of the Qingcheng Sect, he is very busy every day.

Looking at the unstable figure, the bluebird on the branch suddenly felt something was wrong, because... the mountain master had gone to the demon world.

He was originally a fallen immortal, and he carried the devil's nature. Once he was contaminated by the evil spirit of the demons, his devilish nature would intensify, and he would lose his mind.

He didn't dare to go.

Every time the moon is full, the Mountain Master can't suppress his demonic nature and goes a little crazy. It's so scary! Now that it's early, it's even more terrifying.

But now... there is a ready-made coolie.

The little black fish was spinning in circles anxiously. He had to explain things to Yu Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, let me tell you, your master..."

It's a fallen immortal.

Before he could utter the last three words, the bluebird knocked the little black fish away and stared at Yu Zhao, feeling very disappointed. "You silly boy, why don't you follow and see! Your master is sick!"

Master is sick... Yu Zhao was stunned. He looked up at the figure that was about to disappear in the distance, and hurriedly ran to catch up.