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

The cold wind blew in her face, and Yu Zhao couldn't help shivering. She looked up at him.

The snow reflected on the young face of the master. It was the first time she saw the master so high-spirited and energetic. He was easygoing and unrestrained, as if nothing in the world could trap him.

It looks like an elf passing by a mountain stream by chance.

Later, she only saw her master waving goodbye to her.

The heavy snow fell down, and the snow on the ground looked like white jade. He walked very slowly, and the young man in white robes in the snow had a slight warmth.

Yu Zhao touched her chest, not knowing what to feel. Parting was for a better reunion, and she should be happy, but at this moment her eyes were lowered, and she couldn't be happy at all.

The hand under the sleeve still did not rise, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, standing there for a long time.

It seemed that only one of her eyes was alive, and she watched him leave.

Under the cover of night, the master suddenly stopped and smiled brightly at her.

"I will definitely come back, wait for me!"

After saying that, he turned and left. This time, he didn't look back, as if he was supposed to do this and move forward bravely.

I don’t know how long it took, but my parents gradually grew old and turned into small graves. Even she didn’t have much time left. The decline of her body made her suffer so much that she couldn’t sleep all night.

It was winter again, and she walked to the apricot tree and sat there all night long.

Yu Zhao just felt that she seemed to be waiting for something, but she still didn't wait for it.

She is at the end of her rope.

Holding the apricot branch full of buds, her old hands drooped weakly and her breathing suddenly stopped.

There may be some regrets, but more of it is relief.

She wrote a letter before she died.

But no matter how she wrote, she was not satisfied. The crumpled paper balls almost filled the entire hut. In the end, she chose to write just a few words.

Under the dim night light, Yu Zhao felt her whole body was limp, her soul floated in the air, and she left her body.

She crossed mountains and rivers and met him.

without regret.

But unfortunately, the smiling and talking fox fairy boy was not on the road.

Gradually, Yu Zhao's mind became a little confused. She couldn't tell whether what she saw was a dream or she had traveled through time again.

Exhausted, she collapsed by the river, her soul was taken away and entered the vast ocean, where she entered reincarnation along with many white souls.

There is only chaos and nothingness here.

Yu Zhao couldn't stand the stimulation of the strong light, so she closed her eyes tightly. White light flashed in front of her eyes, and she couldn't control herself and let out a clear cry.

Her vision gradually became clear, and she looked at her small hands in confusion. They were very tender and crimson.

These are the hands of a baby, and she has become a baby.

But what greeted her was not the joyful expressions of her parents, but hesitation, pain and numbness. Her parents were skinny with prominent cheekbones. They were surrounded by densely packed refugees, dressed in tattered clothes, and looked at her with greedy eyes.

But because of the scimitar flashing with cold light in the tall father's hand, the refugees around him took two steps back, but still swallowed their saliva unconsciously.

The mother, already exhausted, had already passed out on the cart. Amidst the vast crowd of refugees, only the clear and resounding cry could be heard.

In peacetime, the birth of a baby represents hope and the future, but given the current situation, her birth is really not at the right time.

Her mother had no milk to feed her and was extremely weak after giving birth. Her father saw everything and felt bad. He could only chop wood with a knife, crush it and boil it into wood paste to feed her mother.

Yu Zhao was so hungry that he felt dizzy and didn't even have the strength to cry.

The night was cold, and she curled up into a ball and hid in her mother's arms, but gradually, her mother's arms became colder and colder. She realized something was wrong and cried loudly with a dry voice, but fortunately it was useful.

Hearing a rustling sound, my father hurriedly got up to check.

But my mother still died on a cold night.

The next second, the long sword lifted up the small blanket, and the feeling of weightlessness made Yu Zhao feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's all because of you, you jinx! You weren't born earlier, you weren't born later, but at this very moment! You're such a bastard!"

"It's all your fault that Yinniang was killed!"

He cursed without caring about his image, but the tall man's eyes were red from crying. In the end, Yu Zhao was thrown into a mass grave.

He didn't give her to other refugees, perhaps it was his only kindness as a father.

Yu Zhao curled up into a ball and looked up at the sky, not knowing when this dream would end. Death was not the end, but the beginning of reincarnation.

Her stomach and intestines felt like they were on fire. She hadn't eaten a single bite for two whole days. The earth had been dry and cracked for a long time. It was a time of famine, and rain was a luxury.

She tried to move twice, but it was very difficult. Her skeleton had not yet grown, so moving was a luxury. Moreover, she had been hungry for two days and had no strength left. Her eyelids were even heaving.

There were quite a few corpses in the mass grave, but most of them were incomplete, with only some skeletons and rotten flesh.

Suddenly, several wolf howls were heard in his ears, and Yu Zhao trembled all over. The howling was very close, and there was a little movement on the ground, which seemed to be the sound of a large carnivore stepping on the bones.

But soon the wolf howls became weaker and farther away, as if it had escaped.

Just when Yu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and thought she was saved, there was a louder noise on the ground, and a huge claw almost crushed her.

Yu Zhao widened his eyes. This was a black bear, with a strong body, twice the height of an adult, and thick fur. A wild beast in the famine era could grow so big, it must have eaten a lot of starving victims.

She really wanted to stand up and punch him away. With her Jinghong Sword and her skills, she could definitely win.

But soon, she moved her fingers, kicked her feet and spread out into a ball. Yu Zhao's heart sank. Not to mention spiritual power, it was difficult for her to even breathe.

But she had to accept the reality. She had nothing now! She was just a two-day-old baby. She couldn't be any weaker!

The fishy smell of saliva was slowly approaching. Yu Zhao swallowed and held her breath, hoping that the tortoise breathing technique would work. Black blind people don't eat dead things, and she didn't have much meat on her body now, so it would be too rough for her teeth to eat.

But the reality is always cruel.

The black bear strode closer, leaned over and sniffed twice, then slowly opened its huge mouth. On its sharp teeth were the eyeball of one man and the bloody finger of another man.