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

Sticky blood crowded in her mouth, she was breathing rapidly, and her soul was torn apart by a mysterious force, about to leave her body, but soon another spiritual power with warmth grabbed it.

Like dough, two forces were pulling at her.

After a tug of war, Yu Zhao was pulled out of his body.

But the next second, her soul did not leave immediately like last time. Everything around her was dark. Except for a hooked hand roughly grabbing her neck, she still had some sense of consciousness.

A pair of trembling hands touched her eyebrows. The hands should have been warm, but at this moment they were frighteningly cold. Then there was the sound of cloth being torn, and the hands gently fell down with the cloth to wipe the blood off her.

Tick-tock

A touch of moisture fell on my cheek.

Then, her limbs, which were scattered here and there, were picked up and sewn together, so that at least she was complete after death.

If you come in one piece, you should leave in one piece.

Gradually, her whole body began to feel cold. Yu Zhao could no longer feel the warm palms. She curled up as much as possible. The river of reincarnation was very long, like soaking in ice water in the middle of winter. She was too cold.

When he opened his eyes again, his body felt warm. Yu Zhao blinked, as if it was too hot.

Feels like being roasted.

Flames shot up into the sky, and she was tied to the fire. As the man in the strange mask in front of her waved his hand, more torches burned.

The thick smoke choked her mouth and nose, and Yu Zhao could even smell the smell of her own barbecue. She hadn't even finished anything yet, so why was she offline so soon?

The fire lasted for three days and three nights, first the flesh, then the bones, and the eyes were blinded by the smoke, and this finally ended the torture.

"They said she was a demon. It took three days and three nights to burn her to death."

"Sacrifice this evil to the gods, and the village will surely have good weather and good harvests next year."

There was only noisy noise in my ears, and gradually it became quiet.

Someone seemed to be glaring at Yu Zhao from the clouds above. A stern voice came, "Aren't you going to make a choice yet?"

What to choose?

Yu Zhao was a little confused. Did she need to choose a dream? She had never made a choice from the beginning to the end. She had died and died again, endlessly.

She did not answer the mysterious man.

What happened next was even more outrageous. Yu Zhao turned into a newborn snake and was swallowed by a giant python as soon as it broke out of its shell.

Graduate.

She entered the cycle of reincarnation again, and her eyes lit up. She turned into a flying bird. Just as she was about to spread her wings and fly high, the feathers on her right wing were broken, and she fell to her death as soon as she flew off the cliff.

Yu Zhao was a little overwhelmed. How could there be such a weird way to die?

after that……

Ok.

Still there.

He choked to death after drinking cold water, fell to death after tripping over the threshold when going out, died of illness after eating a chicken leg that had been left overnight, laughed out loud at something happy, and then died of laughter.

In order to prevent herself from dying again, Yu Zhao simply lay flat on the bed and slept. Unexpectedly, she did not wake up and turned into a soul, and had to accept her own miserable death.

I fell asleep.

But even so, this bizarre dream has not ended yet.

At the end of the darkness, Yu Zhao saw her master again. This time it was the master she met in Qingcheng Sect, with black hair and a white veil covering her eyes.

In the pavilion, light gauze fluttered, and emerald green bamboos stood tall and straight. The young man took a sip of tea, his expression unclear. "Master, I... just wanted to help her."

The monk opposite had his white hair tied up with a wooden hairpin with auspicious clouds carved on it. He seemed to be laughing in anger.

"Help her? You're actually harming her. You've really reached the point of being a dog. You're harming others and yourself!"

"If you hadn't blocked the charcoal fire for her, how could she have been burned at the stake in her next life? You're only making things worse."

"People have their own destinies. Why are you meddling in them?" The old monk finally kicked the young man out, his voice laced with condemnation. "If you get into trouble in the future, don't mention my name and tarnish my reputation."

Cui Yu stood in front of the stone gate for a long time without saying a word. Finally, he kowtowed three times and listened to the rain all night before preparing to leave.

Before he had taken a few steps, a piece of red thread floated in front of his eyes. The young man raised his hand to catch it, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Master, you..."

"Get out, get out, get away!" The old monk interrupted him impatiently and urged him hurriedly.

"I've lost my dignity for you. I gave hundreds of jars of fine wine to that old woman Yue Lao to buy this. I don't know who your disciple is. The red thread is so precious."

A moment later, the old monk's irritable voice came from behind the stone gate again.

"From now on, don't come to me no matter what happens to you. Even if we meet, you have to pretend not to know me. Do you understand?"

"I will follow your orders, Master." The young man saluted respectfully, and a few spots of mud and water appeared on the corners of his spotless clothes.

The long black hair flowed like a waterfall, and the world saw another lonely figure. Yu Zhao froze in mid-air, watching the slender figure walk down the mountain in loneliness and step onto the snow-white peak.

The whole place is covered with snow.

I feel bad.

This dream was really long, but it was so real that even she herself felt a little lost.

It’s hard to tell the real from the fake, the fake from the real.

The morning light was dim, and someone seemed to be calling me by the bed.

"Senior sister, senior sister, the sun is burning my butt!"

What came into view was a face as beautiful as a peach blossom. Yu Zhao, who had woken up, pushed her away expressionlessly and rubbed his swollen and painful temples. He felt so dead that everything in front of him was unreal.

She didn't know whether what she saw was a new cycle.

Yu Zhao raised his upper body and pinched Leng Quanyi's face in a daze. He used a little force and a red mark immediately appeared on the delicate cheek.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Leng Quanyi held her hand tightly and rubbed his cheek.

"It's okay if it hurts." Yu Zhao nodded. It seemed that it was not a dream. She really woke up and would not die again.

Leng Quanyi was a little confused, but Yu Zhao didn't look at her. Instead, he grabbed the nine-tailed fox that was sleeping soundly beside him.

"I locked you up, why are you in bed?"

The little fox was held by the scruff of the neck, feeling a little uneasy, with its ears drooping and its limbs struggling violently.

Yu Zhao looked at him and tentatively called him "Master".

But the little fox was still bleary-eyed, its soft, delicate fur trembling slightly. He whimpered twice in response. Their eyes met, and Yu Zhao saw only the clear stupidity in the fox's eyes.

She felt like she was dreaming and possessed by demons.

"Senior Sister, are you confused after sleeping?" Leng Quanyi spoke slowly, with some surprise in his eyes.

There will be no evil demons serving as elders in a decent sect, and even ordinary demon-cultivating disciples will be discriminated against.

Calling the fox "Master"...

"Senior Sister, are you thinking about Elder Cui Yu?" she asked slowly.

Yu Zhao was silent for a while, and finally put down the fox in her hand. She felt that her master and the fox had influenced her, causing her to have strange dreams at night.

But this time, she didn't let Zhuo hypnotize her to sleep.

She could sense that Zhuo's aura was very weak, and she was probably struggling to use his own strength, and that he was also using some secret method to transform into a human form.

I'll have to fall asleep on my own from now on.

After washing her face with cold water, Yu Zhao went out to practice with the sword as usual. This was a habit she had developed over a long period of time. She could skip meals, but she had to practice with the sword.