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

Chapter 177 This is a complete scam

When Yu Zhao caught a glimpse of a half-familiar face emerging from the pool of blood, his face turned paler than if he had been dead for three days. There were already a lot of "Yu Zhaos" chopped all over the ground.

I guess the sword is smoking from all the chopping.

No wonder he had wanted to attack her before, but suddenly stopped. It turned out that he wanted to keep her as his enemy and play with her slowly.

Yu Zhao drooped his eyelashes and looked at him in shock. Then he turned around and took a few quick steps. Then he ran out without looking back, running faster and faster.

This is a total scam!

This is really fucked up, everything in this fucking world of immortal cultivation is fake!

"I'm really not Yu Zhao."

A trace of confusion flashed across Shen Yuzhuo's eyes. He knew that all the fakes on the ground had been chopped into pieces by him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it when he saw the last fake Yu Zhao that appeared in front of him.

Even the way they fled in panic was exactly the same.

He raised his wrist slightly, and the Youlong Sword appeared in his hand. Forget it, let this fake thing go and not chop it. He was tired anyway.

Yu Zhao didn't know when she ran out of the door, and she didn't know how she got out. She just felt her head was a mess, and she held the fence with her hands and lowered her head in thought.

I have to draw a clear line between myself and Shen Yuzhuo from now on.

Who knows, one day he might become so close to her sister that he calls her sister or brother, and even treats her with all his heart.

In the end, it was really "heartfelt".

Just as she was lost in thought, the sudden voice of "Senior Sister" from behind scared her to death.

Yu Zhao's whole body was as stiff as iron, and she almost forgot that there was a "junior sister" who liked her.

A hand fell on her shoulder, neither light nor heavy, but it felt like there was sticky mud clinging to it. Yu Zhao felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling on her shoulder.

She shrank aside, her eyes a little flustered, "Junior sister, don't be like this, I'm scared."

The girl paused for a moment, then strolled forward to block her way.

He gently brushed her messy hair, touched her cheek and smiled brightly.

If it were normal, Yu Zhao wouldn't care. He would even cooperate by rubbing her soft palms and praising her repeatedly, saying that she was a good girl.

But now she is withered.

This junior sister was a little more complicated than she had imagined.

"Why are you hiding from me, Senior Sister?" Leng Quanyi pretended to be aggrieved, but there was a dark tide in his eyes. At this moment, he squinted his eyes and glared at her, with a sense of oppression that belonged to a superior, as if he was looking at his own private property.

Even those crystal clear amber eyes seemed to carry some other emotions.

The junior sister in Yu Zhao's mind and the junior sister in front of him are completely two extremes.

Junior sister with sesame filling.

Help!

Yu Zhao's lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't think of any words to reply her. In the current situation, it was right to leave.

After a few steps, two arms were wrapped around her waist, and he easily pulled her back. The white palms wandered around her waist, and even through the thin fabric, they were a little hot.

The two were of similar height, yet the warm breath fell on her ears. The girl's voice was still pleasant as she gently leaned on her shoulder, her tone lingering, like a lover's whisper.

"Why are you running away, Senior Sister? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

She pinched the thin ribbon in one hand and played with the small white earlobe with the other, rubbing it until it was stained with a bright color.

The heartbeat behind her was sonorous and powerful. Yu Zhao was stunned, as if the pause button had been pressed. The force on her waist was not strong, but she just couldn't break free. The more force she used, the tighter the arm would tighten.

She felt like she was entangled by a vine-like creature. It looked soft and gentle, and bent easily. However, after it was retracted, it was like a giant python, tightly wrapping around her, making it difficult to breathe.

"Can you let go?"

Leng Quanyi asked her back, her fingertips slid across her slender neck inch by inch. The blood vessels under the skin were a little fragile, and she could break them with just a little force. "What do you think, Senior Sister?"

Squeak--

The door beside him slowly opened, and a bamboo-like figure stepped out in an orderly manner. He did not expect that there was someone at the door. He was stunned for a moment, and the scrutinizing and puzzled gaze fell on the two of them.

Shen Yuzhuo's eyes were like a cold pond, staring coldly at the hand that fell on Yu Zhao's waist. These two people were hugging each other now, wasn't their relationship too close?

He tightened his grip on the Youlong Sword a bit, causing the Youlong Sword Spirit to howl. Gripping the hilt of the sword was like pinching his neck, now strangling his throat.

Even though he is a sword, he has the power of the sword.

The Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit accused him, "Mr. Shen, what are you crazy about?"

Shen Yuzhuo turned a blind eye, a hint of anger appearing on his cold face, "Let her go."

He really disliked the way she looked at Yu Zhao.

As if angered by his words, Leng Quanyi turned her head and pecked Yu Zhao on the cheek. When she left, her tongue licked the skin gently, causing that small piece of skin to tremble.

As if it had been marked by some wild beast, there was still a faint trace of water on its cheeks.

Yu Zhao trembled all over, his back was stiffer than a door panel. Junior sister doesn't even want to pretend now?

She didn't want to see either of them now.

Shen Yuzhuo, who was standing aside, had a pale face. He felt as if there was a green grassland above his head and a group of wild horses running wildly. He stared at Leng Quanyi and complained to Yu Zhao in a resentful manner, like a shrew.

That look seemed to say, 'She kissed you like this, and you're still sticking to her without pushing her away. You don't really like her, do you? ! ! !'

Yu Zhao's mind was now stuck, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man in white opposite him.

What's that look in Shen Yuzhuo's eyes?

Finally, the hot-tempered Shen Yuzhuo drew his sword. The cold sword light seemed even colder than the moonlight. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let go."

This was his last warning.

He had forgotten all about his junior sister and the young master. Now he just wanted to kill her to vent his anger.

Shen Yuzhuo strode forward, clamped Yu Zhao's wrist, and pulled her into his arms. Leng Quanyi, not to be outdone, slowly grasped her arms. With a slight force from both of them, Yu Zhao's arms were pulled into a straight line.