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

Chapter 175 Hate Separation, Hate Immortality

The blood dyed the pear tree into another color. The young man stood in the pool of blood and stared at Yu Zhao.

Yu Zhao, who had just been rescued, was somewhat dazed. When she opened her eyes, she saw nothing but white. She stood there, looking at Shen Yuzhuo. The cold, broken snow was like crystals and diamonds, scratching her cheeks painfully.

Shen Yuzhuo held the Youlong Sword in his hand, his knuckles were cracked, his flesh and skin mixed with the remaining snow stuck together, and there was some dirty snow on the hem of his clothes.

Yu Zhao moved her feet tentatively, and with every step, the boy's cold eyes would move with her, as if to nail her to the spot.

There is a strong murderous aura.

Besides these, there were other emotions, all of which converged in his eyes, and his cold pupils seemed to be frosted.

"It's time to leave here. Your senior brother is waiting for you." Yu Zhao said calmly. She seemed like an outsider, just helping to convey the message.

The young man threw away his sword, splashing dirty blood, and then staggered towards her. The flying snow came into his eyes, and he blinked gently, with an almost pleading tone.

"Don't hurt them, okay?"

His steps were slow, but with a certain urgency.

Soon, Yu Zhao was one step away from him. She was stunned for a moment. Who were the "they" he was talking about?

After thinking about it, I decided to agree to him.

As she opened her lips, Shen Yuzhuo seemed to lose his balance and fell straight towards her.

Yu Zhao subconsciously wanted to step back, but her arms grabbed his shoulders first. His tall body was like a mountain, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Please."

Her pupils trembled slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she only heard these two harsh words.

Warm tears fell on his neck, and were frozen into ice drops by the cold air, falling into Yu Zhao's heartstrings with a plop.

Icy and cold.

Her fingers squeezing the boy's shoulders curled slightly.

Shen Yuzhuo lowered his eyes, his pupils among the broken hair were as fragile as the last snow of winter. He was helpless and confused, expecting something. He wanted a promise, a promise from Yu Zhao.

He returned here, to this strange yet familiar era. As long as everyone is well, that's enough.

During his time in Haoyun Sect, he felt like he had fallen into a beautiful dream in the clouds.

Master, Big Brother, they are all fine...

Even the big black dog was there and would bark at him.

Here, there is no Jixue Sword Immortal who will become the cold and arrogant one in the future and ascend to the upper realm. He just wants to be Shen Yuzhuo.

He is just him, nothing more.

Everything in his memory became vivid again. He was afraid that all this was just an illusion. How could there be any rebirth?

It was just a dream he had before he died, after failing to perform his secret technique, burning out his blood and essence, and sacrificing everything.

Hatred was like an evil spirit haunting him, and nightmares continued. He was tired of thinking about every little thing in the past in his sleep, the happy, joyful, and uneasy ones.

There are both good and bad.

Most of them seem to be related to Yu Zhao.

Here, Shen Yuzhuo saw his future self and a part of his missing memory.

At the foot of an unknown hill, stands a small tomb.

The sky was gloomy with a drizzle of rain. He stood alone in front of the grave holding an umbrella. Yu Zhao was dead. He had blown himself up. His body was gone, and only a few pieces of clothing were left.

Great revenge.

He should be happy.

At that time, he raised his trembling fingers as if possessed by a ghost, gently wiped the corners of his eyes, and his fingertips became wet.

He shed a tear when she died.

That's it.

He sat on the damp and cold ground, tilting his umbrella to protect the grave from wind and rain. Being a clean person, he raised his sleeve and wiped the muddy tombstone. He moved very slowly, and only put down his sleeve after wiping it clean bit by bit.

He said nothing, but just stood there quietly. After an unknown amount of time, weeds began to grow around the grave.

Shen Yuzhuo stood up and pulled out the weeds bit by bit, then sat back in his original position.

They are enemies, sworn enemies, and there is only hatred between them.

Building a grave for an enemy is a strange thing in itself. He repeatedly told himself that it was time to go, to practice hard, and then ascend to heaven to fulfill his master's last wish.

It’s time for the Haoyun Sect to have a sword immortal.

But he didn't move. He numbly dug open his chest and felt around to feel his bloody heart.

The pain is always there.

The gloomy sky looked like snow that would never melt in Haoyun Sect. Shen Yuzhuo raised his sword and stabbed his heart with the spiritual power gathered in his hand. It hurt a lot.

But not enough.

It doesn't feel like this.

He pierced his heart again and again, and bright red blood splattered most of his face until it was full of holes and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe. Only then did he stop.

He slowly raised his bloody hand and smeared the blood all over the tombstone.

Later, he left this place forever. The boy was covered in dirt, with blood stains on his eyelashes that were difficult to wash off. He left the grave, looking back every few steps.

A hundred years later, heaven and earth resounded, fairy mist lingered, and the stairs to ascension appeared before his eyes, and he ascended.

On the ladder to heaven, he stared at a certain mountain in a daze. He had grown up, walked down a thorny road with blood and tears, and Shen Yuzhuo no longer looked like a young boy after all.

He hates separation.

Hate immortality.

Everything is meaningless.

He never wanted to be a peerless hero, an ascended sword immortal, admired by everyone. He just wanted to stay by their side.

During the lonely years, the image of the swordsman girl became clearer and clearer.

The days in heaven were dull and monotonous, and he was like a walking corpse.

Later, he had a bold guess...

If he could go back in time, could he prevent everything from happening?

While he was thinking, a man with golden light all over his body came. He called himself Tiandao, and the small ball of light in his palm was a familiar soul.

It was Yu Zhao.

"Her soul is special. She is that person's child. She cannot survive without a reincarnation body."

Shen Yuzhuo couldn't hear anything at that time. He just carefully caught the ball of light, and a line of tears rolled down his face.

He gradually became busy, searching for more than ten years, but he didn't find a single reincarnation body, but...

He found a secret technique in a cave, but it was very complicated to perform, and even required help from the Emperor and other immortals.

The Emperor also knew about this and he agreed.

Shen Yuzhuo stood in the center of the formation, using his essence and blood to transform his color, gathering all his life's spiritual power and the immortal energy of his cultivation.

He is just a mortal now.