The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Children like beautiful things, and Cheng Mou is no exception.

When Cheng Mou was less than five years old, before he could test his talent, no one knew that he was a trash who couldn't cultivate. Shen Jianzhi liked him very much, and would pick him up in his free days after leaving the customs. Put it on my lap, and tell him about the magnificent and fantastic things in the sky and the earth in the past and present. The ancestor broke through the demon army with a sword, defeated the demon army with great momentum, and made the demon army retreat hundreds of miles away. What's more, it's the embarrassing things about the elder brother who made him respect and fear when he was a child.

Anyway, the big brother went down the mountain to practice, so he doesn't know anything.

"Master, I want to be a swordsman, I want to be a man who stands up to heaven and earth like a big brother!" Xiao Cheng Mou nestled in Shen Jianzhi's arms, and shouted childishly.

Shen Jianzhi couldn't help laughing: "You like senior brother so much, do you dislike master?"

Xiao Chengmou made a crazy remedy: "No, the person I like the most is Shizun!"

But as soon as the words fell, both the master and the apprentice heard a cold snort. Shen Jianzhi enjoyed watching the play, but Xiao Chengmou felt that the sky was about to collapse.

His elder brother came back from training, the icy light on his body had not yet faded, there was a bit of murderous look between his brows, and he was holding a very funny colorful clay figurine in his hand, which didn't match his appearance like an exile. .

Yan Song took a deep look at Cheng Mou, threw the clay figurine into his arms without mercy, and said a cold sentence: "Since this is the case, don't pester me for these things in the future."

Cheng Mou: Brother QAQ

Cheng Mou walked on his short legs and struggled for a long time before jumping off Shen Jianzhi's legs. He was impatient and couldn't even walk quickly. Looking at the back of the senior brother who was going farther and farther, he wanted to run to chase him, but he didn't expect his left foot He stumbled on his right foot and fell straight into the mud.

Cheng Mou scratched his skin with his small hands, and with tears in his eyes, he got up again and stumbled after the elder brother.

The child's mind is very simple, if the elder brother is angry, and the elder brother doesn't like him, then he has to work hard to earn back the love of the elder brother.

Yan Song couldn't bear it after all, he stopped and waited quietly for Cheng Mou.

Cheng Mou was very clingy, hugging Yan Song's thigh, looking at him eagerly with big tearful eyes.

Yan Song's eyebrows twitched, his snow-covered face softened, he squatted down, and cleaned his wound with spiritual power.

"It's a manly man, it's not right to cry and cry. Do you know why Master named you Mou?"

Little Cheng Mou was ignorant, looked at the brother who was as handsome as a fairy, and said truthfully, "Return to senior brother, I don't know."

Yan Song squeezed Cheng Mou's hand lightly, and said: "Jingyuan knows things by being strategic and clear. When you are crowned in the future, senior brother will choose the word Jingyuan for you, how about it?"

Cheng Mou was full of joy, his eyes lit up: "Thank you, brother!"

Cheng Mou suddenly woke up from the dream, his mind was full of Yan Song's gentle face, he lay down for a while to recover, and found that the civet was pressing on his chest, that's why he had such a dream.

Cheng Mou drove the civet aside, sat up, and rubbed between his brows wearily.

The dream is his distant childhood, when he had admiration for Yan Song.But everything came to an end when he was five years old.

He could never forget Yan Song's words: "Waste is waste, so what about the direct disciple of the master, who is born unable to use spiritual roots to cultivate, and is a piece of mud that can't be piled up with the treasures of heaven and earth. Still have the face to stay on Lingduan Peak?"

Cheng Mou closed his eyes deeply.

"System, what's wrong with the male lead?" Yan Song has turned into a civet at this moment, ready to do the task at any time. Although he owes a huge debt now, the point reward for completing the task is not even enough to squeeze his teeth, but the mosquito His legs are also meat!

567: "It must be a nightmare. In general novels, at this stage of the plot, there will always be a wave of memories."

Yan Song: "Looking at him like that doesn't look like a nightmare, it seems to be something that he misses..."

Cheng Mou came back to his senses and was about to get up and change his clothes. He seemed to prefer black, the young man was tall and straight, and he looked energetic in black.

Yan Song stared at Cheng Mou intently.

Cheng Mou has new wounds on top of old wounds, and there are still unhealed wounds on his thin back. He can barely reach some places, and he has been given medicine, but where he can't reach, the bleeding mouth is turned outwards, and he can't get it for a long time. deal with.

Yan Song felt distressed for a while, and rushed to the round table, staring straight at him with a pair of blue eyes.

Cheng Mou noticed him: "What's wrong?"

Yan Song let out a "meow" and patted his back with his meat pad.

Cheng Mou had a strange expression on his face: "Can you understand me?"

Yan Song ignored his surprise, gently scratched his wound with the pad, and at the same time showed Cheng Mou's tender little tongue, making a licking motion.

Cheng Mou thought for a while, then used his rich imagination, and said, "You want to give me medicine?"

Yan Song just wanted to nod wildly.

Cheng Mou was stunned for a while, then said: "No need." To be honest, he couldn't imagine how a cat could give himself medicine, if it really had to be licked...

Cheng Mou couldn't help shivering.Then, ignoring Yan Song, being careful not to hurt the wound, he tidied up his clothes and went out.

Because of the civet's previous record of running away, Cheng Mou put three locks on the house, even the windows, in order to prevent it from going out again.

Yan Song was bored staying in the room by himself, so he simply chatted with the system and went to play games in the system space.

A day passed, and when it was dark, Cheng Mou came back exhausted.

Yan Song smelled the strong smell of blood on Cheng Mou's body, and sighed.

Cheng Mou spent ten years on the road of cultivation. Now that he has spiritual power, he naturally wants to improve his strength, and the best way to improve his strength is actual combat. Only after a narrow escape, the Phoenix Nirvana, can he develop an excellent sense of crisis and battle.

Yan Song watched Mu Xue come back, his eyes were full of exhausted Cheng Mou, he felt his heart was pinched, wrapped in some bitterness and sourness.

What the author creates is a world, in which each mustard-like character is integrated into one body. What kind of fate and ending they have, it is not something the author can just write down casually.

As early as when Yan Song chased the serialization, he felt very sorry for the character Cheng Mou, and when he was sent here by the system, he felt the pain of flesh and blood even more.

It was a real distress, and I really hoped that this stubborn young man would live well.

Yan Song dexterously jumped onto Cheng Mou's shoulder, stretched out his tongue and licked his cheek lightly, as if this could drive away Cheng Mou's fatigue.

Cheng Mou froze and couldn't believe it.

He frowned: "Go down."

Yan Song shamelessly licked again.

Cheng Mou could feel the care overflowing from this little monster that he didn't really care about.

Cheng Mou scolded in a low voice: "Go down."

Yan Song let out a "meow", jumped off Cheng Mou's shoulder, and took out some bottles and jars from a small cabinet while Cheng Mou watched.

Cheng Mou recognized that it was secretly sent by Mochizuki after he passed out yesterday.

Cheng Mou took a deep look at the civet cat, with a complicated expression, and perfunctorily applied the medicine to himself.

It's not that he doesn't want to get close to the civet, but that once he gets close to the civet, he will think of the smile that Jiang Che was buried in the sea of ​​fire after pushing himself away in the Tai Xuan Mystery Realm.

It's for demons.

Cheng Mou's eyes were red, and he scratched his wound fiercely, as if this could relieve the pain in his heart. After a while, he took out the half jade pendant from his bosom, and held it tightly in his hand. Keep silent.

He misses her a little bit.

Yan Song looked at Cheng Mou like this, a little at a loss.The other half of the jade pendant was well stored in his interspatial ring, but I am afraid that there is no chance to put them together again.

"System, the male protagonist won't just go crazy like this?"

567 said: "No way, host, don't think too much, you'd better complete this task as soon as possible, otherwise you won't even get the IOU next month."

Yan Song: "..."

Yan Song was afraid that the male lead would be overwhelmed, so he jumped between the male lead's legs again, his small hot body pressed against Cheng Mou's chest, he raised his head, his crystal clear eyes reflected Cheng Mou's appearance.

Cheng Mou was a little dazed, and raised his hand to stroke Yan Song's back a few times. Yan Song snored friendly, very well-behaved.

Cheng Mou suddenly felt relieved.

A person cannot be brought back to life after death, but he must at least take care of those who are still alive.

For example, his own life in exchange for Jiang Che, and the last connection he has with Jiang Che at this moment - this cat.

Didn't senior brother always want him to die, so he wanted to live a good life for him to see!

Angry him to death, hated him to death, let him never get what he wanted!

Yan Song suddenly felt the hero's aura change, and his eyes became dark and unpredictable.He felt relieved, maybe he figured out something on the spot.

Cheng Mou said softly: "You will follow me from now on, follow me well."

For several days, Cheng Mou went down the mountain to practice. He came back later and later, with more and more wounds on his body, and he worked harder and harder.Yan Song felt sorry for him, but he couldn't reveal anything, so he could only change back to his original body and ordered Mochizuki to deliver medicine to Cheng Mou, while turning into a civet cat. When Cheng Mou came back at night, he would listen to him and lick his wounds. Make him happy.

Every time at this time, Cheng Mou seems to be a different person, he will show the fragility in his heart to Yan Song, and tell him the interesting things he encountered at the foot of the mountain.Make fun of bitterness.

Yan Song loves him dearly, at this moment he will snuggle into Cheng Mou's arms, trying to make him feel better with the warmth of his body.

In these dark and hopeless days, the civet has almost become Cheng Mou's only sustenance for healing.

Finally one day, when Cheng Mou went down the mountain, because he was too tired the day before, when he left the next day, although he locked it, he forgot to close the window.

567: "Host, good opportunity, let's start the task."

Yan Song sighed, as if there was a big hole in his heart leaking out.The warmth and care that Cheng Mou received were all given by him, but he wanted to take them back after giving them again and again.

Only the disillusionment of hope is called despair. If there is nothing at the beginning, there is no such thing as despair.

Yan Song also knew that he was forcing Cheng Mou to a dead end step by step.

Yan Song jumped out of the open window in the body of a civet, and got into his small courtyard without looking back.Everyone on Lingduan Peak knows that senior brother hates cats, and now senior senior brother is at the critical moment of retreat and breakthrough, if a cat that doesn't know what to do runs in and disturbs senior senior brother's cleansing, what will happen?

The whole day, Cheng Mou was a little restless. He always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember the specifics. He really didn't want to practice, so he went back to the sect early, and stopped to buy some for the civet on the way. My favorite crispy meat.

He is in a good mood today, thinking about holding the cat in his arms for a while and giving it a good hug.But when he returned to Lingduan Peak, he felt that there was a dead silence on the mountain, as if something was wrong.

He rushed back to the courtyard in a hurry, and when he saw that the window was not closed, his heart was half cold.