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

Yu Zhao didn't know where his hatred came from, but it was naturally unacceptable for him to dare to snatch the person from her.

The three of them huddled together, united as one, looking warily at the trembling young man in white opposite them.

He was pissed, and no one stood by him.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit is a lonely soul, not a human being.

In the end, Shen Yuzhuo rolled his eyes and turned away dejectedly. Giving up was impossible. He had to keep an eye on the young princess who had lost her memory to prevent her from being persecuted and ruthlessly exploited by Yu Zhao.

And there's also the one with the elbows bent outwards.

One day he would reveal Yu Zhao's true face and let them see clearly what kind of person she was.

"Are you leaving...just like that?" Yu Zhao tilted his head slightly, thinking that there was going to be a big fight, but he didn't expect Shen Yuzhuo to "get scared" and slip away first.

Leng Quanyi's amber eyes curved slightly. They had won a great victory, and the slender figure like a sword disappeared in the crowd.

"What a weirdo."

He said some weird things and then ran away in shame.

You can't do such a thing unless you are seriously ill.

Zhuo smiled harmlessly and reached out to high-five the other two. "We're truly amazing! We won this resounding victory effortlessly!"

The words "complete victory" also made Yu Zhao feel much better. He lowered his head and touched the little fox in his arms. He was very obedient today and did not catch her again. It was a cause for celebration.

The rain was falling softly, and pedestrians on the road took out oil-paper umbrellas from their storage bags, or crowded into shops to take shelter from the rain.

Drops of water fell along the umbrella. Yu Zhaogang had bought three umbrellas, just one for each person.

But now the three of them were squeezed under the same umbrella.

Yu Zhao carried the little fox on his shoulder with one hand and supported it with his hand. Leng Quanyi beside him hugged her waist. Zhuo moved his hand away from the arm holding the umbrella and wanted to put his hand on it, but he touched the girl's white arm instead.

He raised his eyebrows, silently pried her hand away, and put his hands on Yu Zhao's waist.

Now Leng Quanyi was unhappy. He turned his wrist and pinched back.

The two men turned sideways and looked into each other's eyes. Disgust was obvious on their good-looking faces. Neither of them was willing to admit defeat, and the thick smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The two of them were making small moves behind him. Yu Zhao held the umbrella handle helplessly and said, "Can't you hold your own umbrellas? It's so crowded."

Originally, two people were already the limit for holding this umbrella, and now three people are squeezing in.

Leng Quanyi looked at Zhuo unhappily, a little grumpy. She and her senior sister were obviously getting along well, but this dead fish suddenly turned into a human.

A person suddenly squeezes into the lives of two people, even though everything was going well before.

"Senior Sister, look at him."

"Zhao Zhao, look at her." Zhuo was not to be outdone. He turned around and glared at her, with fire flashing in his eyes.

I don't know why they disliked each other as soon as they met. It's obvious that the junior sister is easy to get along with, well-behaved and lovely, and Zhuo is the most obedient one and never takes the initiative to cause trouble.

Yu Zhao paused and snorted coldly, "If you keep on whining, both of you will get wet in the rain."

The two of them froze, shut their mouths, and just pinched each other tacitly where Yu Zhao couldn't see.

Peaceful coexistence?

impossible!

The little fox looked at the two of them irritably, as if they were arguing with elementary school kids, and smiled contemptuously.

Three people and a fox walked towards Qingcheng Mountain under an umbrella.

Raindrops fell into the puddles, creating circles of light that reflected dark clouds like thick ink. The raindrops gradually grew larger, landing on the lotus pond, scaring the goldfish in the water and sending them fleeing in all directions.

The green umbrella was slightly raised, revealing his white chin. The elegant and easy-going young man stood leisurely beside the lotus pond, fiddling with the fish food in his hand. Half of the fish food in the wooden box was already empty. The rain was getting heavier, but he was still reluctant to leave.

This person is none other than the leader of Haoyun Sect - Yun He.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of boots stepping on the water, and he turned his head to look.

I saw a young man walking towards me in the rain, his whole body was wet, his black hair was stuck to his cheeks and neck, and his lips were white from the cold.

The mist he exhaled was quickly penetrated by the rain. His eyes were dull, and when he raised his eyes, he respectfully said "Master".

"Silly disciple, why don't you hold an umbrella?"

As Yun He spoke, he pointed his finger, and the oil-paper umbrella above him fell on Shen Yuzhuo's head. A faint halo lingered around him, and without the oil-paper umbrella, his clothes were not stained by rain.

Shen Yuzhuo pursed his lips slightly. Besides the fishy smell of water, the tip of his nose smelled of a strong bitter medicine, so bitter that it made his eyes sore.

Master has always been very good to him and has given him the best resources for cultivation with good intentions.

Yunhe grabbed a handful of fish food with his pale hands and threw it into the lotus pond. The freshly scattered fish food mixed with the swollen fish food and was beaten hard by the rain.

The goldfish in the pond had already hidden under the rocks; they were afraid of the heavy rain.

But the young man didn't even frown, and continued to scatter fish food in handfuls, even if there were no fish to eat.

Can……

There will always be a fish that takes the bait.

A somewhat skinny goldfish swam out slowly, its tail spinning as it swallowed the fish food on the water in big gulps.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" Yunhe didn't look up, stroking the fish food on his fingertips.

Shen Yuzhuo was soaked to the skin, with raindrops still hanging on her eyelashes. She looked uncertain, and the corners of her clothes were stained with mud and water. In the mist and rain, she had a somewhat morbid beauty.

He said: "My friends and enemies are mixed together."

No one stood on his side, even though he was clearly right. He was stubborn to the core and desperately wanted to prove himself.

He wanted to protect the sect, his master and his fellow disciples.

"Oh." Yun He pinched the wrinkled fabric and glanced down.

"Then your friend must have been deceived by your enemy. Some evil heretics are extremely skilled at deceiving people and playing with their hearts. Your friend is relatively inexperienced, so he naturally fell for their tricks."

Seeing the young man in a low mood, like a drowned dog, Yun He lowered his eyes and asked, "Is your enemy a man or a woman?"

"Female."

"That's because she looks alluring and can confuse people." Yun He argued.

Coquettish? It really had nothing to do with her. Shen Yuzhuo hesitated for a moment, "She's ugly."

Yun He was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect such an answer. The corner of his mouth twitched as he continued, "Then she must be good at sweet talk and say bad things about you to your friends."

The criterion of sweet talk did fit the description. The young man nodded and lowered his brows, and immediately felt that Yu Zhao was too talkative and used her identity as a woman to trick the young lord into becoming her close friend.

Finally having his doubts answered, he looked at his master and said, "Master, you should stop feeding the fish recently. They can easily become addicted."

"Hey... you are so brave. How dare you, a disciple, control your master?" Yun He glared at his disciple and poked his serious disciple's forehead with his index finger, then laughed angrily.

"I feed the fish every day and I don't feel addicted."

Shen Yuzhuo's dark eyes reflected the young man's slightly angry face. Although the young man was the leader of a sect, his way of doing things was really a bit unreasonable.

For example, other sect leaders are committed to expanding the influence of the sect, or improving their own cultivation, but he chooses not to follow the ordinary path and spends his days like an ordinary playboy.

Raising fish and walking the dog is such a happy life.

He also has a principle: he only keeps small fish, and eats them as soon as they grow to about a finger's length. He only walks wild dogs, catching them and walking them immediately.

After the young man left, a ball of black gas emerged from the wooden box and slowly condensed into a human figure.

"Is that him? Apart from his extraordinary appearance, there's nothing else special about him."

"Shh..."

The young man raised his hand and closed the wooden box, blocking the black air. The black air in the air slowly shrank and turned into mist and disappeared.

"If you can't see his specialness, you must be blind. This is a rare talent that our Haoyun Sect has rarely seen in a hundred years." Yun He's voice was full of pride. All the disciples he accepted were excellent.