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

Quiet, quieter than ever before.

Harsh screams came one after another.

The monks around retreated one after another in panic, immediately moving away from the corpse, subconsciously taking a deep breath, and even their normal breathing slowed down.

The bright red blood sprayed over most of the hook-nosed monk's face.

A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage died right in front of him. He didn't even see who attacked him, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

The hook-nosed monk looked terrified and his legs were weak. He took half a step back before he could stand firm. He hurriedly pulled his fellow apprentice over to serve as a shield and shouted in a bluffing manner through the gap.

"Who? Who dares to touch anyone from our Ye Yun Sect?"

"Do you know who is behind us?"

"If you show up now, cut off your hands, and then destroy your cultivation, Ye Yunmen will show mercy and perhaps spare your life."

Yu Zhao, who was plotting in secret, naturally would not show his face. Instead, he aimed at the vortex gate at the entrance. With a flip of his wrist, a talisman appeared out of thin air at his fingertips.

The amount of money that her junior sister forced upon her before she left was not much, just a few hundred.

The fingers hidden in the sleeve moved slightly, and Yu Zhao's mind moved. The talisman immediately emitted a faint light, and then it was thrown towards the vortex door at a high speed like a hot potato.

Everyone saw a flash of inspiration, followed by a deafening rumbling sound.

The vortex gate began to vibrate at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming extremely unstable. Then the vortex ripples on it gradually calmed down and eventually turned into a pool of stagnant water.

The small secret realm that originally required Ye Yunmen’s disciples to open has now become a place that everyone can enter.

The situation suddenly became uncontrollable.

"Look everyone, you can enter and exit this little secret place freely!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

A group of people almost jumped up and ran towards the vortex gate. The huge crowd raised the dust on the ground, and some monks took advantage of the chaos to step on the monks of Ye Yunmen.

Yu Zhao also took advantage of the chaos and stepped on the man a few times, targeting his weak spots.

A dozen chickens and eggs.

The hook-nosed monk fell face first onto the ground, unable to find the culprit like a lost marabou. He clamped his legs together in agony. There were too many people around, and he didn't know who had kicked him. Several others were also brutally attacked.

Most of the people disappeared instantly, leaving Shen Yuzhuo standing there in a daze. It was quite sudden.

As quickly as it came, it went as quickly as it came.

He could only see Ye Yunmen's disciples crying bitterly on the ground with their hands on their stomachs. After thinking about it, he decided to take a detour and stepped into the small secret realm.

The mountain wind blew his robes into the air, and his black boots fell to the ground.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yu Zhao hanging on the tree.

Eyes facing each other.

Enemies often meet on a narrow road. Shen Yuzhuo narrowed his eyes slightly: Stare~

Yu Zhao, feeling a bit dizzy from the blow to his head, was a bit confused at the moment. "Zhuo, why did you follow me?"

Sometimes, the two of them look quite similar.

They had clearly made it clear last time, but Shen Yuzhuo seriously suspected that she was doing it on purpose. He was so angry that his teeth itched, "Open your eyes and take a good look. Who am I?"

Hearing this bad tone, Yu Zhao immediately sobered up a little and showed a look of disgust.

cut.

It’s Shen Yuzhuo.

But when he thought of his halo, Yu Zhao immediately felt relieved. Maybe he could use him to find some good things to give to his master and junior sister.

You can keep the little monster’s share and give it to him when you make peace with him.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhao smiled, "We are destined to meet. I arrived first, and you came later, so we were able to meet each other."

"It's a bad fate." The young man in white clothes gritted his teeth and didn't want to pay any attention to her.

Yu Zhao was not particular about trivial matters, and a meaningful smile flashed in his eyes, "Evil fate is also fate."

It’s time to think about what good things to find with this “treasure hunting beast”.

Bad fate is also fate...

Shen Yuzhuo was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable emotion flashed across his dark eyes. He always felt that Yu Zhao had said this to him, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that she had not said it.

Yu Zhao moved, using his Jinghong Blade to sever the emerald green vines on his body. He raised his chin towards the young man in white below him and said, "Would you like to team up together? We can take care of each other and I promise to treat you wholeheartedly."

Really? The kind that is so heartfelt and even gives a lot of encouragement.

Her light-colored eyes are like clear springs, making people trust this innocent girl involuntarily.

But Shen Yuzhuo only saw a dark area, which was Yu Zhao's heart.

It's black inside and out.

Every word she said had to be carefully considered for truth or falsehood.

After two years of sect life, Shen Yuzhuo, who was admired by thousands, was very confident and raised the corners of his lips.

Little Yu Zhao, so ridiculous.

Let the locals hundreds of years ago take a good look at what it means to be a reincarnated immortal!

Shen Yuzhuo was in a good mood. From today on, he would get rid of the shadow cast by Yu Zhao. He could almost imagine the beautiful days when he would return to heaven in the future.

The Emperor and Sima Ming lined up to welcome him and congratulate him on becoming the first immortal to defy the will of heaven and change his fate since the founding of the heaven.

His slender fingers moved, gently stroking the dark patterns on his sleeves, "Okay, let's go together."

Yu Zhao, you stinky woman, wait and see how I deal with you.

His Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit knew everything about what was in the small secret realm and what dangers it was facing.

Shen Yuzhuo, who thinks he can attack from a lower dimension, VS Yu Zhao, a "simple and honest local".

Looking at his expression, Yu Zhao knew that he wanted to turn his life around, but even if he did, he would still be a nobody.

Seeing her slowly and methodically chopping the vines, Shen Yuzhuo became impatient. "You're so hesitant, like a woman."

Yu Zhao paused and looked at him with complicated eyes.

But Shen Yuzhuo casually swung the Youlong Sword, and the vines were cut in an instant. Yu Zhao fell straight down from the branch at a very fast speed, and fell on his face.

Before he could even smile for a second, the smile on Shen Yuzhuo's face froze immediately, because Yu Zhao exerted force on his legs, stepped on the tree trunk, adjusted his landing point in mid-air, and rushed straight towards him.

Shen Yuzhuo, who was unable to dodge, was suddenly knocked back several steps. Yu Zhao stood on his chest with both feet, raised his hands to grab his collar, performed a beautiful braking operation on the spot, and stopped directly.

Shen Yuzhuo, whose back and butt were almost smoking from the friction: "..."

Yu Zhao stood up and took his feet off his chest, but instead of walking away, he bent down and raised his hand to lift off his mask.

The girl was so close to him that he could clearly see the tiny hairs on her face, and her distinct eyelashes were slightly pressed down.

Her breath was infinitely close.

That faint fragrance seemed to be unique to him. The moment he smelled it, he could tell that she was Yu Zhao.

Two years was neither long nor short, and their figures had changed considerably. Shen Yuzhuo panicked and grasped the collar of his clothes, trying to prevent the fabric from being pulled open and revealing more of his skin.

She acts like a young wife.

"You, what are you looking at?" He stuttered a little as he was not used to getting too close to the opposite sex.