The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Yan Song coaxed left and right, finally coaxed 567 well, squeezed out what he was going to say like squeezing toothpaste.

Although the 567 points were deducted, the main system judged that [-] was negligent and failed to remind the host in time, so the main system decided to compensate Yan Song with [-] points, and the system mall gave him a [-]% discount.

The master system of this hairpin!

In order to keep the mission going, 567 tried to persuade: "Host, this mission is a key node in the plot, it is a reward of [-] points, and if you find some hidden places, you will be rewarded with additional points. No compensation!"

Yan Song: "I don't want to pretend to be a woman."

567: "If you become Qianyu, you can still get along with the male protagonist day and night, and cultivate feelings. Think about the heart of an old father when you were back then, and your stupid son was right in front of you, so you were not tempted at all?"

Yan Song: "I don't want to pretend to be a woman."

567:"……"

After a long time, 567 gasped like a silk: "The demon saint is actually a hermaphrodite, host, think about it."

Yan Song rolled his eyes: "You should have said it earlier."

The mission officially started, and Yan Song was sent to the Holy Maiden's Palace in Xuanling by the system.

The discovery of the traces of the demon clan in Zhongsi this time is actually a well-planned invasion operation. Legend has it that the demon emperor is dead and has no blood under his knees. Those who competed for the position of Devil Emperor were all trying their best to prove that they were worthy of that position, and the big piece of fat Zhong Si became their goal to prove themselves.

If Zhongsi was captured in one fell swoop, which demon clan wouldn't respect itself as emperor?

There are two guardians on the left and twelve priests under the seat of the devil emperor, and the most ambitious one is the guardian on the left.

The planner of this offensive battle is Xiusha, the left protector of the Demon Emperor. These so-called fairy sects are tired of making trouble, and they are tired of attacking them in one fell swoop.

And the demon saint Qianyu became his thorn in the side.

Qianyu is a person who can directly talk to the gods and issue oracles. She still has a certain status in the hearts of the demons, and she has always been at odds with Xiusha. If she uses the oracle as an excuse to prevent Xiusha from claiming God, there is nothing that Xiusha can do.

So for this attack, Xiusha sent Qianyu to guard Xuanling, where the terrain was the most dangerous and where he would encounter the most powerful enemy, Qing Yuanzong, with ulterior motives.

Yan Song was sitting on the main seat of the magic palace at the moment, looking at the suit of clothes on his body, he hesitated to speak.

He has turned into a male body, but this male body is not the male body that is generally seen in the normal sense.

The demon saint has never seen wind and rain since she was a child. She was pampered and spoiled in the Fallen Immortal Cave. She has a slender figure, no extra flesh on her legs and hands, her skin is silky and soft, as delicate and white as milk, and her long black hair is curly and untied. From the beginning, he only braided a thin braid on one side of his cheek. From the appearance, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. If he doesn't speak, he will be indistinguishable from male to female.

It doesn't matter to Yan Song, but it does matter, and what makes him collapse is... the clothes he is wearing are only two layers of red gauze, which does not hide his shame, and the beautiful snow-white body is looming, which attracts people's daydream.

Also, there is a ring of bells tied around his wrists and ankles, and the bells start ringing as soon as he moves, making Yan Song want to poke his ears deaf because of the noise.

"567, you...you better give me a reasonable explanation."

567 wondered: "Host, what's wrong?"

"Look at this... Is this called clothes?"

"The host and the demons all have this style. They have always done whatever they want, regardless of the details."

Yan Song couldn't put it into words: "Do you have any extra clothes for me?"

567 refreshed the interface of the system mall, and said, "Yes, but..."

"Is it made of cloth? Is it opaque?"

567 Answer: "Yes..."

"That's fine, stop talking nonsense and give it to me!"

567 decided to shut up, and put the clothes on Yan Song directly.

Yan Song: "Why is this...a wedding dress?"

567 hummed aggrievedly: "Master, you don't even let me finish my sentence."

Yan Song was speechless, he thought to himself that the wedding dress should be the wedding dress, at least it will not show off.

In such a short while, Qianyu's subordinates escorted Cheng Mou in.

Yan Song wasn't ready yet, when he first saw the bloody male protagonist, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was reminded by 567, and then he remembered that before he came to do the mission, Cheng Mou saw the demons on Xuanling, and he said nothing. Killing, Qianyu lost many shrimp soldiers and crab generals.Although it doesn't matter, Qianyu can't just watch her own people being killed, otherwise she will not be able to explain to her subordinates, so she will send more people to bring the hero who has already killed the super god.

Cheng Mou had gone through a bloody battle, and now he didn't even have the strength to hold a sword. Fortunately, he was not fatally injured. He was held up at this moment, and he could barely raise his head to look at the person in the chief seat.When he saw Yan Song in a red wedding dress, his mind froze for an unprecedented moment.

Is this for marriage or for war?

Yan Song blinked and asked, "Is this Cheng Mou?"

The subordinates answered "yes" softly.

Cheng Mou below heard this, and recovered some strength, his expression remained unchanged, and he was puzzled in his heart, how could he be a man?

Yan Song received Cheng Mou's suspicious eyes, tilted his head, his black hair fell down his shoulders, and he grinned: "What are you looking at me for?"

Just as Cheng Mou was about to open his mouth to say something, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of his eyes, and a crisp copper bell rang in his ears, followed by a blush covering him.

In a trance, the eyes are full of blood-red Manzhushahua.

Yan Song stepped in front of Cheng Mou, half squatted down, and looked at him level: "Are you afraid?"

Cheng Mou suddenly came back to his senses: "What am I afraid of?"

"If I want to avenge my subordinates, I can only skin your skin and cramps, and then cut off your head with a blunt knife, so that you can feel the slow passage of your life while excruciating pain, isn't it terrible?"

Cheng Mou sneered: "I am an upright person, why should I be afraid of you, an alien of the demon race? If I am really afraid, it is you - you are obviously a man, but you are also called a saint, but you are willing to accept it. Could it be that you have a special hobby?"

Yan Song: "..."

567:"……"

Yan Song: "I'm going to kill him!"

567: "Host, calm down, calm down! QAQ, the male lead still depends on you to save me! You still have to earn points to go back to the real world!"

Yan Song took a deep breath and rolled his eyes.

Yan Song covered his lips and smiled lightly: "Little Junlang, why are you so confused? You say you are a person of righteousness, so what do you see that the righteousness you are desperately protecting has forced you into?"

Cheng Mou was silent.

Yan Song naturally poked his heart and said: "You came here alone, right? The person who arranged you here obviously wanted you to die, and he just wanted to use our hands to get rid of your thorn in the flesh, didn't he? "

Cheng Mou raised his lips: "So what? They want me to get rid of you, and I want to get rid of you myself. What does this have to do with whether I was framed?"

Yan Song lovingly wiped off the blood on his face, and said softly: "That's not what you said, they are using you, a group of sanctimonious hypocrites, our demons have never been like this, everything is based on strength.

"I see that you have a good foundation, how about coming to my place?"

Cheng Mou's eyes were heavy: "Then I...would rather die."

Yan Song stood up, bent down, raised Cheng Mou's chin with his index finger: "It's a pity, you are young."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be regretful, and dusted off the dust on his hands. Immediately afterwards, the momentum around him changed, and a red light flashed in his eyes. The ground was deeply sunken.

Yan Song was still standing, he smiled and groaned, the copper bells rang together, listening carefully, they formed a series of very strange rhythms.

Cheng Mou didn't expect Yan Song to attack suddenly, he didn't even have time to set up defenses, his whole body seemed to be crushed by a giant, and his body fell silently, the gravity made his mouth and nose bleed, and he was still twitching incessantly amidst the sound of the copper bell.

Yan Song's figure was straight, he bowed his head slightly, with pity in his eyes, he asked: "I see that you really suit my liking, and I'm a bit reluctant to part with your skin, so I'll give you another chance.

"Come and help me, how about it?"

When Cheng Mou heard it, he resisted the severe pain that felt like his muscles and bones were being broken, and opened his mouth to smile, showing his white teeth soaked in blood: "Dream."

Yan Song was completely enraged, a cold wind suddenly blew in the hall, his black hair was pulled back suddenly, revealing a cheek like white jade.

"Cheng Mou, do you really think your life is valuable?"

The wind was howling, and the wedding dress seemed to be burning under the sun, Yan Song raised his hand and twisted it lightly.

Cheng Mou suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his pupils opened wide, he forgot to make a sound due to the severe pain, and the upright fiery red figure was reflected in his protruding pupils.

His body didn't seem to belong to him anymore, and his blood seemed to have drained dry, which made his thinking freeze.

But he knew only one thing with incomparable clarity: he was dying.

hurry hurry!

Just when his consciousness was chaotic and he was on the verge of death, a huge golden magic circle suddenly appeared under his body, and all his blood seemed to have life, and began to spread along a strange route as if he was guided by something .

Cheng Mou had lost consciousness a long time ago, while Yan Song was condescending, looking down at the gradually formed magic circle with a serious expression.

"567, this should be the blood of the devil emperor protecting the hero, right?"

567 said: "It should be right here, host, just rest assured and follow the plot."

The scarlet blood gradually solidified, and only the last path was slowly spreading.

The blood of the devil emperor in the male protagonist is the most heaven-defying golden finger given to him by the author's own father, and it is a life-saving talisman when the male protagonist's life is in danger.

At the moment when the last magic circle was drawn, the viscous black and red light rose sharply, and the whole hall of the magic palace suddenly fell into darkness.

This light is not ordinary light, but also corrosive and poisonous, Yan Song almost exhausted his strength just standing.

The people serving the saint in the palace fled in panic, only Yan Song stood still, he sometimes pursed his lips and chuckled, and sometimes laughed loudly.The darkness and scarlet seemed to isolate him, his body was covered with dazzling white light, standing still in the center of the dark vortex, and finally, he showed a faint smile: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

After a cup of tea, the sticky red light receded, leaving behind the corroded and dilapidated Demon Palace Hall and Yan Song standing quietly.

Cheng Mou was lying on his side on the ground, breathing evenly, his face was rosy, all the wounds were gone, and he was just sleeping peacefully at the moment.