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

After locking the door, Yu Zhao followed Cui Yu. They walked out of the world of ice and snow, out of Qingcheng Mountain, and traveled to many places together, stepping through mountain streams and fields, eliminating demons and evil spirits.

I've experienced a lot along the way.

The years are quiet.

Just when everything is going according to routine, some unexpected things always happen as expected.

She was already used to sleeping in the open air, but when she sat on the soft mat, Yu Zhao felt a little emotional. This was the wandering life she had imagined, with no worries about food and drink, and no money but still happy.

The fire flickered and the nose was filled with the tempting aroma of barbecue.

It was raining heavily outside the cave. Listening to the raindrops falling on the leaves, Yu Zhao yawned. Rainy days are especially suitable for sleeping.

With someone watching nearby, she didn't have to worry about being attacked by wild animals.

The master has many skills. He is omnipotent, like a Doraemon, and can do anything. It seems that he knows everything and has everything in his storage bag.

Yu Zhao was stunned. He gnawed on the barbecue skewers on the branches, hugged his knees, tilted his head and looked at him, and asked, "Master, what are you best at?"

Good at?

Cui Yu sat idly, his purple eyes full of meaning, flipping the barbecue in his hands. He was silent for a moment, and said in a calm voice, "Let's make coffins. This should be what I am best at."

Making a coffin...

Yu Zhao couldn't help but shudder. He really couldn't understand why such an omnipotent master would be so good at making coffins. It was really a bit weird.

Under the deep blue night sky, Yu Zhao could see sparse stars by turning his head. They were all covered by dark clouds. Tonight was suitable for sleeping, but without seeing the stars, he always felt like something was missing.

"Close your eyes." Cui Yu's clear voice fell into his ears, and it seemed to carry a light warm breeze. Yu Zhao slowly closed his eyes, not knowing what his master was doing.

Cui Yu raised his jade-like fingers and tapped her brows, his voice soft, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

The sky and the earth changed color, and the starlight fell like silk threads.

At this moment, the two of them were standing under the same starry sky. The rain was still falling, but it did not fall on their heads. A layer of light-colored spiritual power shield protected the two of them, and some petals fell from the edge.

Unreal yet real.

The starry sky is vast and you can pick stars with your hands.

The raindrops that had not yet fallen to the ground turned over in Cui Yu's spiritual power, rippling into water splashes. Yu Zhao raised his hand to take a piece of water. The water splashes maintained their original shape, transparently dyed with the color of stars, as if the stars were in front of him.

Yu Zhao raised his head, and the water above his head splashed everywhere, exploding like fireworks, but they all had unique colors, blooming in an instant, shining everywhere, and it was beautiful beyond words.

At this moment, the broken stars are colorful.

Cui Yu took in everything and looked down at her, his eyes focused and sincere. "How about this little trick? Do you like it, disciple?"

Although it consumes spiritual energy and mental energy, it is all worth it and I am very happy.

"I like it." Yu Zhao trotted forward, held the water in front of him with his hands, and smiled.

The fireworks that looked like splashes of water lasted all night long. Yu Zhao watched them all night long. He really had everything in his dream.

One winter.

Yu Zhao squatted on the ground and pondered, because her dream had not ended yet. The dream was too long and something was wrong.

Just as she was lost in thought, the charcoal fire in front of her suddenly exploded. She had no time to dodge. Just as the red-hot charcoal was approaching her eyes, a pair of large white hands appeared in front of her.

"You idiot, what are you daydreaming about?"

Cui Yu squeezed her shoulders tightly, almost crushing her shoulder blades. It was the first time she saw him so angry. They were usually easy to get along with. Yu Zhao's eyes fell on the back of his hand where there were blisters.

She took his hand, took out the ointment from the storage bag, and applied it to him, "Master, you are injured."

When she lowered her head, a strange emotion seemed to flash across Cui Yu's calm eyes.

In the days that followed, the master often stared at him in a daze, and even stopped studying in the middle of the night. Instead, he moved a stool and sat beside the bed to stare at her.

At first she was not used to someone staring at her while she slept, but after she found that her master would drive away mosquitoes for her or fan her with a cattail leaf fan, Yu Zhao immediately accepted his presence.

In the quiet room, when Cui Yu was bored, he would secretly show his fox tail and comb his hair, and then he would always secretly check Yu Zhao's breathing when she was asleep.

When he realized that she was still breathing, he would breathe a sigh of relief, and then, to save trouble, he would use his fox tail to drive away the mosquitoes around that wanted to bite his disciple.

In the summer, Yu Zhao slept quite comfortably at night. His master was there before he went to sleep, but he was gone when he woke up.

The Qingcheng Sect here is quite wealthy. The ground is paved with bluestone bricks. The blue and white disciple uniforms of the disciples are made of fine fabrics. The uppers of the shoes are outlined with gold threads, and the inner clothes are engraved with defensive runes.

It's ridiculously luxurious.

As soon as he walked out of the door and heard that he was from the Qingcheng Sect, everyone was envious. According to cultivators from other sects, the Qingcheng Sect was one of the richest sects in the world of immortal cultivation.

Yu Zhao silently touched his forehead, it was too weird.

Being rich has nothing to do with the Qingcheng Sect.

The disciples wore disciple uniforms that were washed white. There were not many tasks in the sect, so they had to rely on snatching. The tasks that were snatched away later were all high-level tasks, and they would be difficult to get back alive.

But seeing with my own eyes, the Qingcheng Sect here is so rich that it is unbelievable. There is even moon-colored white jade at the bottom of the pond. Every night, the white jade in the water emits a faint white light, and the spiritual power is so abundant that it seems that even the fish in the water are about to become spirits.

Finally, Yu Zhao made some progress and was ready to cross the thunder tribulation of the Golden Core stage.

Thunder roared, piercing through the thick clouds. Faintly, she saw two figures, sacred and majestic, like ancient gods. They looked at her with complicated eyes, but finally waved their sleeves.

Lightning, thicker than her waist, struck straight down, heading for her eyebrows.

As the last bolt of lightning struck.

Her skin was cracked and bloody all over. Yu Zhao could hardly open her eyes due to the pain. She fell in the middle of a large pit covered with charcoal. She didn't understand, are the thunders of the Golden Core Stage in the world of immortal cultivation so fierce?

It directly killed half of her life.

My whole body aches, and it feels like there's air leaking from my chest.

She could only lift her eyelids halfway, she was so tired. The dream should be over now, it was too torturous. Even though it was a dream, her body still hurt, and wet blood flowed out of her mouth.

In her blurred vision, there was only bright red color. It seemed as if it was raining from the sky, and the rain fell on her body again and again, causing the wound to hurt so much.

In a trance, she saw her arm splattered with blood. It would be better to describe it as a piece of flesh rather than an arm. Yes, she didn't even have a hand, but the broken part still hurt.

Bright red lines of blood slid down the corners of her eyes, and she lay powerlessly in the river of blood.