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

It is spring all year round in Qingcheng Mountain, with apricot blossoms blooming on the branches. As soon as you open your eyes, you can see an endless sea of ​​flowers.

The fallen petals drifted down and landed on the small table. The young man had a calm expression on his face. He fiddled with the white jade chess piece at hand and lowered his eyes in deep thought.

I don’t know why, but my disciple has been very nice to him in the past two years, too nice.

I always feel like something is weird.

He recalled what Yu Zhao had said to him a few days ago.

"Don't worry, Master. I will take care of you in your old age."

old age...

Cui Yu's face froze and he touched his cheek unconsciously. Is he very old?

White hair makes one look old, so he used magic to change the color of his hair. The dark hair made him look younger. Every time they met, he would dress up carefully, from his hair to his clothes, paying great attention to every detail.

On Qingcheng Mountain, there were only him, his disciple, his junior sister and the blue bird.

He was just a normal male cultivator, so what went wrong? When they met in their first life, the emotions in his disciple's eyes were different.

The bluebird on the plate burped contentedly. He touched his round belly and saw that his feathers were shiny and glossy. The meal must have been extremely good.

It’s better to have Yu Zhao here. The mountain master is emotionally stable and can always sow a large handful of millet.

Moreover, Yu Zhao had secretly bribed him many times in order to find the fox, and the pretty girl would occasionally give him some food. With the three of them feeding him, in just two years, he became so fat that he could hardly walk.

Just as Cui Yu was lost in thought, a kite landed on his shoulder, and soon the second, third, and fourth kites landed...

The kites couldn’t fit on the shoulders anymore, so they fell onto the table, and finally the table was filled with kites.

Cui Yu's mouth twitched. He got a headache when he saw these things. They were all communication kites sent from the demon world. He knew they were about the little devil without even opening them.

He is the most troublesome person in the demon world.

Sure enough, he flicked his finger to urge one of the kites, and the scribbles-like characters immediately appeared.

[Master Priest, the Demon Lord overturned another mountain two days ago. He said he didn't like it.]

[Master Priest, this is terrible. The Demon Lord has gone off to fight again. The demon leaders have been beaten into submission. If he continues, the demons of the demon world will not dare to stay in the Demon God Ruins.]

[Master Priest, the Demon Lord doesn't want to choose a concubine, so he has driven all the beautiful demon women offered to him to farm.]

[Master Priest, how are you these days? Can you please return to the Demon Realm? My beard is nearly bald from worry.]

[Master Priest, the Demon King doesn't eat cilantro, so he's chased all the cooks away. Now, I'm left with a general wielding a broadsword to fiddle with the spatula. Help!]

[Master Shiki...]

Some people even wrote the words wrong. Looking at this series of deadly reminders, Cui Yu's face was solemn. He used to think that the demon mermaid was very troublesome, but now it seems that all the troubles he had done before were nothing.

My temper has been getting worse over the past two years.

Nothing serious happened, just some quarrels.

It's a good thing that no one was killed.

In the previous life, that demon shark was bloodthirsty and crazy, so it’s good to be crazy in this life.

Cui Yu tapped his fingertips and patiently replied to the messages on the kites one by one.

Time passed minute by minute, and the number of kites that flew away was far less than the number of new ones that flew in. The table was full of kites, and the kites that flew in later piled up on the ground.

He frowned and his face darkened.

What to do? He wants to replace the Demon Lord.

so tired.

Even in the world of immortal cultivation, one must also take care of the affairs of the demon world...

Too firm.

……

At this moment, Yu Zhao and Leng Quanyi were enjoying a wonderful stroll. Recently, there were many new things in the Qingcheng Sect's market, and if you were lucky, you could even find treasures on the stalls.

However, Yu Zhao's luck has never been good, so she has let it go and just passed by to take a look.

The streets were bustling with people, and the cries of hawkers could be heard one after another. There were monks and mortals.

The moonlight was like warm jade, and the lights in the market were exceptionally bright tonight. The young man at the corner had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw the person coming, he waved his hands excitedly.

"Here, Zhao Zhao, I'm here!"

Zhuo ran over excitedly, opened his arms happily, and a charming smile appeared on his handsome face. "Zhao Zhao, we haven't seen each other for twenty-six hours. Did you miss me?"

Yu Zhao frowned, dodged sideways, and nimbly avoided his hug. He almost knocked her away last time, and she was still scared.

After missing, the young man immediately turned around, changed the direction of his arms, and hugged her from behind.

Yu Zhao: “…”

I didn't expect that they could come back and strike back.

After coming down the mountain, Zhuo seemed to have gone into business, traveling all over the country. Every once in a while, he would return to the market at the foot of Qingcheng Sect. The three of them would occasionally get together.

But Leng Quanyi was not very happy, her eyes dimmed slightly.

She stepped forward and pulled Zhuo's arm away, saying in a dissatisfied tone, "You hit me too hard, you are not allowed to hug me."

After saying that, she took Yu Zhao's hand and walked to the side, giving the young man behind her a look as if she was guarding against a thief.

Zhuo raised his eyelashes and looked at her angrily, then stepped forward and held Yu Zhao's arm in the same way. This super-strong junior sister of Zhao Zhao had a stronger possessiveness than him.

Yu Zhao was feeling a bit complicated at the moment. She felt like she was being roasted by the two of them.

"Senior Brother Shen?"

Before he took two steps, a female voice suddenly came from behind him.

The three of them looked at her at the same time, and saw that the girl was pretty and charming, with watery almond eyes, an oval face, and a watery golden hairpin in her bun. She was a rare and delicate beauty. At this moment, her brows were furrowed, and she was staring straight at Zhuo's arm that was holding Yu Zhao.

"Brother Shen, you accidentally got lost just now, and I was worried."

Shen Yuzhuo is lost...

Yu Zhao felt that this description was a bit far-fetched. Why did she feel that Shen Yuzhuo ran away without taking her with him? The blooming peach blossoms were indeed nice, but these flowers had bloomed elsewhere.

"The person next to you is..." As Shen Yuzhuo's junior sister, Wan Ning naturally couldn't let him get too involved with female cultivators from other sects.

Brother, you are practicing the ruthless way and shouldn’t be attached to the worldly world.

Even if he wants to find a Taoist partner, it will not be the turn of people from other sects to take advantage of him.

Zhuo was not interested in the person who suddenly appeared. He probably mistook him for Shen Yuzhuo and couldn't even tell the two of them apart.

A hint of darkness flashed across his eyes, and he calmly pulled Yu Zhao forward, "Daoyou have recognized the wrong person."

Wan Ning hurried forward to stop them, "Senior Brother Shen, please come back to the sect with me. Master will be worried if you don't go back for so long."

As she spoke, she wanted to go forward and pull Zhuo's sleeve, completely ignoring his increasingly dark face. What he hated most was being mistaken for Shen Yuzhuo.

He is him and I am me.

They are different!

"I'm not Shen Yuzhuo. Fellow Daoist, you've got the wrong person." Zhuo was a little impatient.

Last time it was a demon cult witch, the time before that it was a saint from a certain sect, and this time it was a fellow junior sister from the same sect.

Does Shen Yuzhuo's peach blossom like him as a person or his face?

Although they have the same face, their temperament, expression and clothing style are completely different.

I told you eight hundred times but you didn't listen.

There are two eggs hanging under each eyebrow, and they can only blink but not see.

"This fairy has really recognized the wrong person. He is my friend, not Shen Yuzhuo." Yu Zhao said softly.

But the female cultivator in front of her didn't believe her at all. She was stubborn and thought that the person in front of her was Shen Yuzhuo, and she would take him back to the sect no matter what.

Yu Zhao lowered his eyes and silently added another entry to Shen Yuzhuo's account book.

The peach blossoms blocked the road, wasting my shopping time.