The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

The self-healing ability of the demons is very strong. Yan Song stood in place for a long time before suppressing the frenzied breath in his body, and the wounds on his body that were corroded by the rays of light just now healed visibly with the naked eye.

As a demon saint, Qianyu's own strength is definitely not bad. Just now, he just wanted to wave his hand to scare Cheng Mou, let him promise himself as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that now he is like a humanoid Gundam, and he is still full of energy. The kind of electricity, with a slight movement, it is like landslides and ground cracks.

Is it my fault it's too strong!

567 is only now recovering, and the mechanical voice is trembling: "Host, take your time. Fortunately, the male lead is protected by the blood of the devil emperor, otherwise he will be killed by you, and we will be finished."

Yan Song wanted to cry but had no tears: "I don't know I'm so awesome now."

"Hey, host, you beat up the male lead after the first meeting, how are you going to get through the next plot?"

Here is the plot of Qianyu, according to the outline, it should be that she gained the trust of the hero and became the most trustworthy woman of the hero, and she also took the hero to the tomb of the devil emperor in the Fallen Immortal Cave to make him accept the evil spirit. Inheritance, but now... it is a bit difficult to follow the plot completely according to the outline.

Quite a bit difficult, in every way.

Yan Song didn't think about things that were too difficult and couldn't think of a solution. Anyway, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, and the plot correction ability in this world is also top-notch, so don't worry.

He raised his hand and wiped it lightly, and restored the main hall of the Demon Palace to its original state.

A servant came in and asked for instructions on how to deal with Cheng Mou.Yan Song thought for a while, and suddenly there was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and he gave a few instructions in a low voice, ignoring the frightened eyes of the attendant, Shi Shiran turned and left.

It wasn't long before Cheng Mou fell asleep. He felt a thirst in his throat and the heat around him was unbearable. After slowly opening his eyes, he found himself in a completely strange place.

He wanted to sit up, intending to support his body with his hands, but suddenly found that there were fine iron shackles on his wrists, and the long chains spread upwards, firmly fixed on the wall.

These shackles seem to have the effect of sealing spiritual power. Cheng Mou tried to use his spiritual power to break through this layer of confinement, but it seemed that something wrapped his dantian, and his spiritual power could not be used by him as usual. Feeling weak for a while.

Not only on the hands, but also on the feet.

He is now locked in the small space of the bed like a watchdog, unable to escape, unable to earn, and even if he wants to take one more step.

Cheng Mou: "..."

"Hey, are you awake?" A lazy voice came from a distance. Hearing this, Cheng Mou immediately raised his vigilance. His hairs all over his body exploded, veins popped out on his forehead, and murderous intent erupted in his eyes.

Holding the book in his hands, Yan Song walked slowly towards Cheng Mou, saying: "You don't have to guard against me like this, you can't guard against me anyway."

Cheng Mou still looked at him with cold eyes.

Yan Song was a little worried, and wanted to scratch his head in worry.He's not very good at dealing with this kind of situation.The original text of the author has not been written here, so all this depends on his improvisation.

"Xiao Langjun, don't be so stern, you scare me to death." Yan Song himself got goosebumps when he said it.

Cheng Mou's pupils were more like ice-covered snow, and he uttered four words coldly: "Shameless."

Yan Song got excited, raised his hand to stabilize Cheng Mou's body, and stuck to his side like a boneless body, his jade fingers lightly touched his head, making him look at him, and said: "I like you like this, He is handsome, has a backbone, and has a mysterious body..."

Cheng Mou looked at him coldly. If he could move now, he would probably bite off the beautiful finger pointing at his chin.

"Host, host! Have you forgotten that you are now a man!"

"No, I just want to take revenge on him. When he becomes emperor and wants to take revenge, he will chain me up like this and lock me in a small dark room! Unbalanced mind."

567 actually wants to say that even if you want to lock up the male lead to have fun, you don't have to be so eager to seduce the male lead...Of course, this sentence is just thinking about it for yourself.

Cheng Mou's face was expressionless. He knew that the demons always did what they wanted and were masculine, but he didn't know that one day he would fall into this demon den.

He was thinking about how to get out, but unfortunately his eyes fell on Yan Song's palm.

This devil is well maintained, there is no calluses on his hands, not even a bit of rough skin can be seen, his palms are as white as jade, and the roots of his fingers are slightly pink, which sets off the fiery red flame in the center of his palms Very obvious.

After seeing the flame mark, Cheng Mou's pupils shrank suddenly, and the blood all over his body wanted to rush to his brain.

That imprint——is the soul imprint he left on the benefactor who saved him on the Canglong Snow Mountain, and it will only be revealed when he is near him, and the person who has been imprinted cannot see it.

Seeing Cheng Mou suddenly stunned, Yan Song was curious, leaned in front of him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you thinking? Don't you want to know what is the secret hidden in you?"

Cheng Mou suppressed his complicated emotions, tried his best to keep calm, and asked, "Who are you?"

Yan Song had no idea that he had been stripped of his underpants, he moved a little closer to Cheng Mou, and smiled: "Don't you know that Qianyu, the demon saint, is different from what you imagined?" Too the same?"

Cheng Mou said coldly, "It's very different. Have you ever been to Canglong Snow Mountain?"

Yan Song was caught off guard by Cheng Mou's sudden turn, he was almost stunned, and suddenly remembered that Fallen Immortal Cave had to climb over Canglong Snow Mountain to reach Zhongsi, so he kept calm and said calmly: "Of course I have been there."

Cheng Mou's heart sank a little. He had imagined meeting his savior countless times, but he never imagined that his savior turned out to be a demon.

A different kind that is incompatible with the middle division.

Seeing Cheng Mou's eyes flickering, Yan Song knew that Cheng Mou's mind was fluctuating now, and it was a good time to say something. He raised the corner of his mouth, leaned forward, and said, "Little Lang, I like you so much now. Very, I regret that I was so cruel to you at the beginning, but... if you are not cruel, you will not find out..." He deliberately didn't say the following words, in order to arouse Cheng Mou's curiosity.

Cheng Mou's heart was flustered, he accidentally fell into Yan Song's trap, and frowned, "What did you find?"

Looking at Yan Song's face now, he felt a little dazed.

The appearance of this demon saint is really deceptive, her eyes are clear, seem to contain water, she looks particularly big, looks a little innocent, her facial features are exquisitely proportioned, and there is a bit of coquettishness in her purity昳丽.Even though he is now a man, he doesn't look feminine, but instead has a strange sense of beauty, which Cheng Mou has never seen before.

Sometimes it is like strong wine, sometimes it is like sweet syrup, coquettish but soft, crispy but sweet.

Yan Song smiled maliciously: "Do you know why you didn't die in my hands?"

Cheng Mou pursed his lips and looked at him indifferently.

"The stuff in your body saved your life." Yan Song pointed to Cheng Mou's chest, "It's in this place, what your father left for you."

Cheng Mou was stunned: "My father?" He is an orphan, and he felt very strange when he heard the word father at first.

Yan Song smiled brightly: "Yes, do you know that you hate us and want to kill us, but you never thought that you have the same blood as us."

Cheng Mou didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, and frowned at him.

"Devil, emperor, blood, vein," Yan Song articulated these four words without looking at Cheng Mou's expression, and knelt down on one knee, "Welcome Lord Demon Emperor."

Cheng Mou's face was so gloomy at this moment that water dripped out, his belief seemed to collapse in an instant, and he actually ran counter to his own belief.

Cheng Mou clenched his teeth and almost screamed, "Impossible!"

Yan Song chuckled: "Is there anything impossible?"

With a wave of his arm, the scene that happened in the main hall of the Demon Palace reappeared in front of Cheng Mou.

Yan Song was at the side, looking at him with interest on his chin, and added an explanation thoughtfully: "I always thought that Lord Devil Emperor had no heirs left in this world, but I never thought Lord Devil Emperor would be so thoughtful that he sent you to Join the Central Division, and in the future, with you in the Central Division, you will be able to conquer the Central Division in one fell swoop."

Cheng Mou didn't want to listen to Yan Song's words, but he couldn't move, he only hated that he was not deaf or blind, and he kept muttering "that's not the case", he is not a demon, he is not a waste, he is a sword repairer!

After the reenactment of the scene, Cheng Mou's face was gone.

In the illusion, Cheng Mou felt the soaring demonic energy and powerful force brought by the black mist. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that it was released from his body.

He grew up in the Qing Yuanzong, and under the influence of Shen Jianzhi, he has always taken it as his duty to save the common people in the world and slaughter the terrifying demons, but now, someone tells him that the most important thing he should get rid of is him. Own.

Seeing Cheng Mou's appearance, Yan Song felt a little distressed, and stepped forward to gently support his shoulder.

Cheng Mou's eyes were red, filled with despair and collapse: "Get lost!"

"Even if I die, I will not be with you."

He couldn't accept it now, the demons he hated before could all be used by him now, and he had become the demon emperor who deserved to be hacked into pieces.

Yan Song understood his feelings, so he sighed: "How do you know that the demons must be evil?

"Let's not talk about Zhongsi, there is Si Guotang in the Qing Yuanzong, right? The Qing Yuanzong still has a distinction between good people and sinners. Why are they all unforgivable sins when they come to the demon clan?"

Cheng Mou sneered: "It's true that there are good and bad demons, but these evils are big enough to cover up the insignificant goodness. Thousands of years ago, the army of the demons invaded Zhongsi, making the people of Zhongsi miserable. They are in dire straits. Repeated offenses and ignoring the agreement, this alone is enough to make me hate the demons."

Yan Song also didn't care about the evil, crazy, charming and hot "little witch" character set he created, and said softly: "It was indeed wrong for the demons to invade Zhongsi thousands of years ago, but now the demons are divided into two groups. One of the forces is still following the old path of aggression thousands of years ago, and the other is seeking peace with the Central Division and begging the Central Division to give him a place."

Cheng Mou sneered: "There will be no second possibility."

Yan Song sighed, "Why don't you believe it?"

"The demons are all extreme people with evil intentions. You are greedy and jealous. I don't believe that you are willing to coexist peacefully with Zhongsi."

Yan Song sneered: "How did you make these judgments?"

"Based on what I have seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears since I was a child."

"Then what if someone deliberately let you see everything you saw?"

"The demons are good at bewitching people's hearts, so you don't have to bother to bewitch me."

Yan Song laughed again: "The demons are really good at deceiving people, but do you dare to say that you have never been bewitched since you were a child? What you think is 'right' was instilled in you by those who carefully taught you, but How do you know that he is not bewitching you? How do you know that those "right" must be right? How do you know that the way you think about problems and the way you look at things are all right? If someone with a heart guides you from an early age, how do you know? Haven't you been deceived?"

Cheng Mou frowned, his mouth was already open, it was "impossible", but he couldn't say it for a long time.

He has no confidence.

When he was a child, he was taught by his elder brother, Yan Song.

The author has something to say:

Hey hey, the first [-] words or so is about getting ready for the later stage. After this small copy is over, I will start to frantically pick up the vest!The length of this article is not long, and there will be emotional scenes soon.I just don’t know if the author, a rookie like me, can write it well [shivering]