The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Cheng Mou has a prejudice against Yan Song, even if Yan Song's teachings to him make him feel that there is no problem, he also feels that he should not.

Yan Song took advantage of the situation and said, "Who are you thinking about, who are you suspecting? Let me guess, is it your senior brother?"

Cheng Mou looked at him and sneered, "What else do you know?"

Yan Song thought to himself: Of course I know everything because I am your elder brother.

He said: "I also know that this time, it was your senior brother who came to send you to death."

Cheng Mou's eyes flickered coldly: "So?"

"You don't want revenge? You don't want that hypocrite to pay the price?" Yan Song began to create his own hot little witch figure again, getting very close to Cheng Mou, with his fingers circling his hair.

The candlelight in the house is gentle, the dim yellow candlelight dances, the beautiful-looking person has a charming heart, the fiery red wedding dress is plated with a layer of gold, and the eyes are glistening. If you were an ordinary straight man, you might be indistinguishable from him. I can't hold back my appearance.

But the hero, is he an ordinary person?

Cheng Mou stood still like a mountain, his heartbeat was steady, this response made Yan Song somewhat frustrated.

"Xiao Langjun, this is a harmless and good thing for you. I support you to sit on the seat of the Demon Emperor and rule the Demon Race. When the time comes, you can call the wind and call the rain to do whatever you want. The tens of thousands of troops in the Demon Realm will only obey you. Isn't it just a matter of waving hands to kill that scumbag Yan Song?"

Cheng Mou was silent for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "Give me some time."

After getting this answer, Yan Song heaved a sigh of relief, the hero's answer has proved that the balance in his heart is tilting to this side.

The male protagonist in the original outline also started to waver without much hesitation. After all, Ling Duanfeng did not treat him well. He insulted him like that, and even the entire sect would regard him as a shame. The justice that I firmly believe in, I am afraid that I don't even have to hesitate to accept the inheritance and become the devil emperor.

Yan Song got up and straightened the skirt, and said with a charming smile: "Well, you have to think about it carefully, I have banned the doors and windows, don't think about escaping~"

Cheng Mou looked at him deeply, and said for a moment, "Don't talk like that, it's disgusting."

Yan Song: "..."

"Also, don't call me that, it's also disgusting."

Yan Song: "..."

Suddenly, I don't want to unlock the chain and hold spell for him anymore!

For the past few days, Cheng Mou has been sitting quietly in the room, and Yan Song will send someone to bring him some food.

This situation lasted for more than half a month. One day, his subordinates suddenly reported that Cheng Mou refused to eat.

Yan Song smiled, thinking to himself that it's because he refused to eat, it's because he figured it out.

Yan Song waved his hand casually: "I'll go and see, you guys reheat the food before sending it to him."

The subordinates agreed and withdrew respectfully.

"567, guess what he will say when he sees me?"

"It stands to reason that he will tell you what to say."

"What are you going to say to me?"

"Things such as the devil emperor and the devil veins, although the male protagonist is shaken very quickly in the outline, he is not so fast when he really wants to become the leader of the devil clan. According to the progress of the original plot, he is even in the devil emperor's mausoleum. Hesitating."

"It's a bit tricky..."

Yan Song doesn't like big red by nature, so after he came out from the hero half a month ago, he ordered the embroiderers to drive out a few sets of clothes for him overnight.

Now wearing it on the body, I just feel comfortable all over.

He floated to the host's room like a gust of wind, stood in front of Cheng Mou with a smile, and tapped his forehead: "Why are you being so coquettish? You don't even eat."

567 is unable to support the forehead in the system space.

Cheng Mou slowly opened his eyes, but was slightly taken aback when he saw Yan Song.

The person in front of him is dressed in plain white, with high-quality clothing, embroidered with dark silver patterns, his eyebrows and eyes are like spring, and his black hair is like ink.

Cheng Mou suddenly thought of Yan Song in a trance.

Yan Song also had a good appearance, he still remembered the first time he went to Lingduan Peak to meet Yan Song, he almost didn't move after seeing this fairy brother.

Yan Song also likes to wear white, but he doesn't show such a bright smile.

"Cheng Mou, what are you thinking?" Yan Song called out to Cheng Mou when he saw Cheng Mou suddenly froze.

Cheng Mou was silent for a long time, then closed his eyes lightly: "For so many days, people from the Qing Yuanzong came... to search for the corpse."

He wanted to talk about search and rescue at first, but then he probably changed his words temporarily because he realized that his idea was too outrageous.

Yan Song hooked the corner of his mouth: "No, no one from Qing Yuanzong came to chase us again."

Cheng Mou opened his eyes, and the fragility in his eyes had dissipated: "Okay."

It just so happened that the food was brought up again at this time, Yan Song held the bowl and said, "Eat some, or your body won't be able to take it."

Cheng Mou bowed his head: "Okay."

Yan Song turned around and left, now that he knew that Cheng Mou had already thought about it, he just missed the door.He decided to help Cheng Mou get kicked.It's just that I didn't get clichéd, and I didn't say the words I prepared in my heart, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

A few days later, Yan Song threw the two bloody people on the main hall of the Demon Palace, and ordered people to invite Yan Song with a sneer.

When Yan Song's figure appeared above the main hall, Yan Song stood up to meet him. When he stood opposite Cheng Mou, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Is Cheng Mou taller than him?

Even if Qianyu Nan is not tall, and he is 175 to death, now he has to raise his head slightly to meet him.

This scurrying is too fast!

After seeing each other for a few days, Cheng Mou's whole demeanor changed, becoming more gloomy and difficult to fathom. When his face was expressionless, it was frighteningly gloomy.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Mou looked at the two blood gourd-like people in the hall, frowning in disgust.

Yan Song poked the one on the left with his sword, and said casually: "It's not a big deal, I just want you to see Qing Yuanzong's face clearly.

"Well, I sent someone to pretend to be you to encircle and suppress the demons on Xuanling, but I didn't expect..." He dialed the one on the right again, "This person was sent by Qing Yuanzong to secretly The one who killed you, look at how the people on my side have been harmed by him. Don't forget that he is holding your face. I couldn't get angry, so I gave him some color to see. "

Cheng Mou was not very interested, and his expression was light: "It doesn't matter, I am just an abandoned son of Qing Yuanzong."

Unexpectedly, the disciple of the Qing Yuanzong who heard this was extremely emotional: "Cheng Mou, it really is you! You...you have fallen to this point, and you are in the company of the demons. You... are not as good as animals!"

Yan Song looked at him with a cold face.

The disciple lost his mind: "Are you worthy of the sect that raised you? Don't you feel ashamed of the sect leader and senior brother?

"Don't you think that you can change the fate of your trash by joining the demons, bah!"

Cheng Mou sneered, and the cold eyes in his eyes remained unchanged: "I never thought of changing my fate, because I have never been a waste.

"I'm saving your life now, and let you tell Yan Song yourself, I see what he will do to me."

As soon as the words fell, the sword in Yan Song's hand didn't stop, piercing through the disciple's chest.

Cheng Mou frowned: "You!"

Yan Songdao: "It's dangerous to let him go back... He may not be able to get out of Xuanling, it's better to die here so that he will suffer less." After finishing speaking, he wiped the blood that fell on his cheeks, revealing Some bloody, uncomfortable laughs.

Is it okay to let this disciple go back?All of this is a game set up by him, and these two people are just acting for Cheng Mou under his orders.

If Cheng Mou really let him go to Qing Yuanzong, wouldn't everything be revealed?

Cheng Mou didn't like to see his smile, his eyes were dark, and there was something hidden inside. After looking at him for a long time, he paused and said: "I have decided, take me to accept the inheritance of the Devil Emperor."

Yan Song suddenly smiled, it was sincere, as if the branches were covered with peach blossoms overnight.

"Okay, let's go tonight."

Before leaving, Yan Song arranged a series of matters for his subordinates. After all, he was doomed to die in the mausoleum of the Devil Emperor, so he had to arrange a way out for these people no matter what.

After Yan Song arranged everything, he finally had time to take a breath, slumped on the chair, and said to 567: "567, you said the male lead won't betray him temporarily, right?"

567: "Not sure."

Yan Song: "..."

"You, the host, have a high degree of freedom, because it's just the task of the outline, so you only need to achieve a staged plot transition, regardless of the process.

"But if you turn the plot into a wild dog out of outline, then you will definitely be judged as a mission failure."

"..."

Yan Song went into battle lightly, and landed at Cheng Mou's door.

The door was not locked, and he did not set a restriction on the room, Cheng Mou never left.This made Yan Song feel relieved a lot.

When Cheng Mou came out to look for him, he decided to take another dose of reinforcement injection just in case: "Think about it, there will be no chance to regret it once you go this time."

Cheng Mou responded lightly.

"At least I won't harm you. You are the hope of the Demon Realm. After receiving the inheritance from the Demon Emperor, you will have all the power of the previous Demon Emperor. Does anyone dislike power, force, and wealth?"

Cheng Mou turned his head and glanced at him: "Since I have promised you, I won't go back on my word. You don't need to say anything more."

Yan Song rubbed his nose with a wry smile, the feeling of being seen through by a kid is really not so wonderful.

Xuanling is far away from Canglong Snow Mountain. It takes at least several months to walk alone, and ten days to fly with the sword without sleep. Only Cheng Mou can control the sword, but his current strength is far from enough.

The two of them were standing at the gate of the magic palace at this moment, looking at each other.

"567, what to do!"

"Whistle, didn't I teach you the way of Qianyu summoning monsters!"

"Oh yes yes yes yes."

Yan Song's left thumb and forefinger formed a ring and put it between his lips, and a crisp whistle sounded immediately.

Suddenly, endless flames ignited in the distant sky, and Qingyue's cry was loud and pleasant, from far to near, bringing a billowing heat wave.

Cheng Mou looked up to the sky in a daze, and found a phoenix with wings flying over fire.

The sky was full of colorful clouds, covering the scorching sun, and the bright red flame gradually fell, turning into a soft yellow and warm light. The phoenix calmed down, and landed beside Qianyu obediently and quietly, with her long neck twisted slightly, as if begging for praise.

Yan Song stroked it gently, and said, "My dear baby, take us to Canglong Snow Mountain."

The phoenix gave a long cry, and the clouds in the sky were stained with red light, like fire clouds clearing the way, giving way.

Yan Song raised his chin towards Cheng Mou: "Go up, Jiujiu is very good."

Cheng Mou raised his brows, with an indistinguishable expression, a smile that was not a smile: "Jiujiu?"

Fenghuang seemed to hear the dislike of his name in Cheng Mou's words, and began to flap his wings frantically to vent his dissatisfaction.

"You are not allowed to dislike it! This is my favorite master for me!"

Cheng Mou always felt that he understood the meaning of Fenghuang, and stood speechless for a while.

Yan Song scratched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. Originally, Fenghuang was not called Jiujiu, but the domineering "Cangyun".But when 567 transferred Qianyu mana to Yan Song, Yan Song didn't like Cang Yun, so he had to let 567 change it to Jiujiu...

Yan Songle can't be a peacemaker: "Okay, okay, he didn't laugh at you, be good, be honest."

Jiujiu just calmed down, but when Cheng Mou jumped onto his back, he deliberately shook it to scare him.

Cheng Mou: "..."

Phoenix's flying speed was very fast, and in just ten days, Phoenix sent the two of them to the foot of Canglong Snow Mountain.

When parting, Jiujiu acted like a baby with Yan Song with his huge body on his back. Yan Song was scratched by the soft hair on his neck, and laughed non-stop until finally he barely stopped laughing, saying: "Can you stay on the snow mountain?" Hold on, be good, next time I come back to play with you."

Jiujiu didn't listen, maybe it had a premonition, and clung to Yan Song and refused to leave.

Yan Song coaxed Fenghuang away with great difficulty.

Cheng Mou had been watching from the side for a long time before saying, "You are liked by it."

Yan Song thought to himself, before in the real world, the cats and dogs in the school all chased me for sausage.

While the two were talking, Yan Song caught a glimpse of a snow-white mass rushing towards him from the corner of his eye. He stood awe-inspiring and subconsciously blocked it, but his arm bumped into a fluffy thing.

"Meow~"

It's a civet.

Seeing the cat, Cheng Mou's expression suddenly distorted.

This cat is exactly the same as the one that died tragically in Yan Song's hands!

The author has something to say:

Cheng Mou: Good name.

Yan Song: 囧