The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

The poison is strong, quenched on the arrow, when it stabs Yan Song's right shoulder, the poison quickly spreads to the whole body along the blood, attacking the heart in all directions.

On his neck, wrists and ankles, there is a long thin and black line that seems to grow in the skin, and it is elongating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cheng Mou didn't know the poison, but he knew that as long as the five black lines were concentrated in the heart, Qianyu would definitely die.

Yan Song had already lost consciousness, and his whole body was limply paralyzed in Cheng Mou's arms. The situation was urgent at this time, and Cheng Mou couldn't care less about other things. He recalled the trick Qian Yu used when he first saw Qian Yu in his mind. , gently raised his hand, facing the ground in front of him, his pupils shrunk slightly, and his five fingers became claws. In an instant, the ground where the boulder was about to roll was suddenly pressed down into a deep pit, which just caught the menacing boulder.

The first time he replicated this powerful skill, it was a bit overwhelming, but there was no time to wait. Even if he tried his best to retreat, he had to stop the stone behind him.

After releasing the skill for the second time, after getting stuck on the huge boulder, he collapsed to the point of staggering, but his hands were firmly supporting Qianyu's body, and he managed to stabilize himself.

He didn't dare to lean against the wall casually, for fear of triggering some mechanism, he stopped the boulder at just the right time, leaving a small square space between the two stones, just enough for a person to sit cross-legged.

He sat down and asked Qianyu to sit in his arms so that he could surround him, so that both of them could sit down.This gesture is so ambiguous that one has to have other thoughts, even Cheng Mou, the main male lead of Dianjiao, is blushing.

Cheng Mou swallowed a few elixir to restore spiritual power, regained his strength, and went to investigate Qianyu's poison.

He has never seen this kind of poison before, and after teaching people how to do it, he doesn't look like poisoned at all, his face is ruddy, and his lips are also moist. If you ignore the five lines on his body, others will only think that he is asleep.

At this moment, the speed of the long-term spread is still the same. If it is left alone, I am afraid that the saint will have to see the devil emperor in two or three hours.

Cheng Mou tentatively sent spiritual power into his body, trying to suppress the poison, but once the poison felt the spiritual power, it would rise very fast like sparks encountering dry wood, and it might become a prairie fire in an instant trend.When Cheng Mou froze, within a short period of time, the long line on the neck had reached the center of the collarbone, and the line on the inside of the wrist had reached the elbow joint.

Cheng Mou hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power, and he was relieved when he saw that the long line was no longer long.

"Host, host, wake up," 567's voice rang again and again, "If you don't get up again, your mission will fail!"

Yan Song was frightened by the sound, and woke up suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and he was gasping for breath like a bellows. With this panting, he suddenly felt pain all over his body, as if being cut open and then sewn up by a knife.

Cheng Mou was startled by Yan Song's violent movements, he straightened his back, tried to minimize contact with Yan Song, and secretly let go of the hand that had been holding onto his wrist just now.

Yan Song didn't realize it for a while, his pupils were slack, his whole body was wet with sweat, his little braid loosened at some point, was wet with sweat, and stuck tightly to the side of his cheek.He leaned against Cheng Mou's arms, enduring the severe pain, and Cheng Mou couldn't bear it.

"Qianyu, Qianyu...do you know what kind of poison you have?"

After a while Yan Song came to his senses and realized that it was Cheng Mou who was calling him, his Adam's apple rolled and he gathered all his energy before answering: "I don't know."

God knows how much pain he endured just saying these three words.

He closed his eyes and didn't want to talk anymore, he kept calling 567 in his head.

This time 567 replied quickly: "Host, you finally woke up."

"What's wrong with me now? What kind of poison is it?"

567 replied vaguely: "Just order the special product of the Demon Realm, called a first-line throat seal, you know, the setting for this poison in the outline is that there is no cure, and those who are poisoned will definitely have their braids..."

Yan Song rubbed his brows, and accidentally said: "How long can I live?"

Cheng Mou heard it, and he poked his head over: "I won't let you die."

567:"……"

Yan Song: "..."

567: "Heaven-shattering and earth-shattering hero."

Yan Song closed his eyes and said to 567, "Quickly answer my question."

567: "There are still three hours, enough time for you to use this vest to lead the hero to complete the task."

"How can three hours be enough for me to take the hero to find the Devil Emperor's inheritance?"

567: "Host, please praise me, I just went to the system space to do this for you."

"So you suddenly disappeared and ignored me, causing us to be trapped in this place just to download the map of the Devil Emperor's mausoleum?"

567 said: "That's it."

Yan Song: "You're smart, so I won't scold you this time."

567: "..." I see that you are poisoned, so I don't have the same knowledge as you.

The map of the Devil Emperor's mausoleum was sent over, but it was just a map. It could only tell them which way to go, but it couldn't let them avoid the mechanism.

Yan Song moved, as if he wanted to stand up, but Cheng Mou directly stopped him and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Just now he asked 567 to give him a painkiller injection, the pain was gone, but he was still a little weak, he wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, and said: "You find a way to get rid of this stone in front, I will take you past."

A thin layer of worry appeared in Cheng Mou's eyes: "Your body..."

"It's okay," Yan Songhun didn't care, "I know the things in our Demon Realm, they won't die."

Just now 567 has described to him the toxicity of this first-line throat seal. Once poisoned, not only will he die within three hours, but he will also suffer unbearable pain all over his body, and die under the double torture of body and spirit.

Cheng Mou was very suspicious and locked his eyes firmly.

Yan Song coughed twice: "Since I promised you to take you to find the inheritance of the Demon Emperor, I will not break my promise. I have a way to detoxify. Don't think too much about it. I am not for you, but for the entire Demon Realm."

Cheng Mou looked at him for a long while before replying in a calm voice: "Okay."

Just now when he lost his mind for a moment, looking at Qianyu's stubborn face, he suddenly thought of Jiang Che who died protecting him in the Taixuan Mystery Realm.

The faces and expressions of the two unexpectedly reached an astonishing consistency for a moment, and it was that moment that made it difficult for him to calm down.

Jiang Che's death was still a hurdle he couldn't get over.

Cheng Mou's spiritual power has fully recovered, and he still has the momentum to break through. Yan Song saw this scene in his eyes, and was really happy for him in his heart.

When the hero becomes stronger, he will no longer be bullied.

Cheng Mou poured his spiritual power into Chiyuan, and pointed his sword point at the boulder. The next moment, there was a loud bang, the boulder was shattered, and the road that was blocked was exposed.

Yan Song glanced at the map, remembered the route, and walked forward first.

The place they are going to is the Demon Palace in the center of the entire mausoleum, where the corpse of the Demon Emperor is enshrined. How to accept the inheritance after entering it requires Cheng Mou's own understanding, and no one can help him.

The two of them encountered many crises along the way, and Yan Song was weak, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he could only grit his teeth and follow Cheng Mou.

Along the way, the mountain walls that swallow people, the burial ground that lures people into the illusion and never come out, the overwhelming swarm of man-eating insects, etc., the two of them came over without any danger. Cheng Mou worked very hard, not only He has to take care of his own life and protect Yan Song who has no ability to protect himself.

But in the end the two of them reached the gate of the magnificent palace, Yan Song could not stand up straight now, the passing of life kept draining his strength, he could only stand with Cheng Mou's body.

Yan Song said softly: "Go in, it's all up to you when you get inside."

Cheng Mou turned his head and looked at him deeply: "What about you?"

Yan Song took advantage of the situation and sat cross-legged on the ground, saving some energy, said: "I'll guard the door for you, we have destroyed the mechanism from where you came, so you can't be distracted inside, I'm afraid someone else will break in."

Cheng Mou squatted down, looked at him at the same level, wiped off the blood splashed on Yan Song's face, and said: "When I come out, I will take you to detoxify."

Yan Song smiled: "Okay, Your Majesty."

Cheng Mou was taken aback for a moment, then laughed too.

People who don't smile often are very amazing when they smile once in a while. The snow clears up quickly, the frost melts, and every frown and smile is gentle and soft.The edges and corners of the boy's face are still not very clear, but he can already see his handsome appearance, the boy's eyes are black and bright, and Qianyu's thin figure is reflected in it.

Yan Song was about to turn into an old father, seeing his silly son smiling so happily, he felt no regrets.

Yan Song looked at him and tilted his head slightly: "If you encounter difficulties inside, use your five spirit roots."

Cheng Mou froze, the smile on his face disappeared: "You..."

"I know it. I've known it since you copied my soil spirit root formula and got stuck on those two boulders. I believe that you are the one who will greatly change the situation of Zhongsi and the Demon Realm."

Cheng Mou pursed his lips, and looked down at the black line on Yan Song's wrist.

"Cheng Mou, there is a place on Canglong Snow Mountain where the sunrise is particularly beautiful. Let's watch the sunrise after we go out."

Cheng Mou narrowed his eyes and replied softly: "Okay."

567 couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and said, "Host, your flag is too obvious!"

Yan Song didn't bother to pay attention to him, and directly ignored 567's roar.

Cheng Mou cast a magic circle around him, and said softly: "As long as you don't go out, no one can do anything to catch you."

Yan Song raised his head and blinked: "Thank you."

Cheng Mou straightened up, frowned and said, "No need."

Yan Song kept looking at his back until finally he couldn't see him, then he sighed and said to himself: "Silly boy, your senior brother will be here soon."

Cheng Mou's comprehension ability is excellent, and his talent is outstanding. If he hadn't been able to unleash the true strength of Wulinggen before, he would probably become the most popular figure in Zhongsi now.

In less than half an hour, Cheng Mou had already accepted the inheritance. In an instant, he saw a beam of colorful light suddenly burst out from the top of the Demon Palace, and the boundless magic energy exploded. Light.

567 said: "Host, hurry up, the male lead is about to come out."

Yan Song was a little bit reluctant, and slowly glanced at the entrance of the magic palace, and then slowly stood up.

"It's time to start."

As soon as Yan Song's voice fell, 567 directly sent his sleeping body over. Yan Song only blinked his eyes and found himself back in the body.

And Qianyu's broken body was temporarily taken over by 567.

Yan Song seized the time, and at the moment before the hero was about to step out of the gate of the magic palace, he quickly broke through the protective formation, and in front of Cheng Mou, stabbed the long sword into the heart of Qianyu who was dying.

The blood of the demons is also red.

Seeing this scene in the distance, Cheng Mou was so shocked that he had completely forgotten his physical state at the moment.

Now he just introduced the inheritance into his body without digesting it, quite like the state of a person who is full of food but unable to digest it.

Cheng Mou was furious, Chiyuan sword was controlled by him and caused thousands of hectares of flames, gradually turned into a prairie fire, and rushed towards Yan Song.

Yan Song indifferently pulled out the sword from Qianyu's chest, splashing out a string of blood beads. He raised his hand, and a wall of ice suddenly formed. In an instant, under the strong impact, the ice and fire instantly turned into smoke Air winds up.

The trend of ice and fire is absolutely incompatible.

He felt the monstrous devilish energy overflowing from Cheng Mou's body, and said coldly, "You lowly thief!"

Cheng Mou's expression was distorted to the extreme at this moment, he rushed forward, he was already a lunatic who had lost his mind, the Chiyuan Sword was swung indiscriminately, and all the extreme moves were easily resolved by Yan Song .Extremely saddened, Qianyu was covered in blood and lay down powerlessly in his mind.

There was pity in Yan Song's black eyes: "You had a chance to survive, but now it seems that I don't have to spare your life, go with him."

After finishing speaking, countless ice fronts formed from behind him, and as he pointed with his long sword, they all flew out and pierced Cheng Mou.

Cheng Mou's physical condition is unstable, and his mind is also unstable. It is the critical moment to digest the inheritance of the Devil Emperor. At this moment, he is very likely to regress in cultivation, and even be swallowed by the devil's veins, becoming a sacrifice for the resurrection of the Devil Emperor.

Cheng Mou was stabbed in the shoulder and right leg by the ice pick, he couldn't control it so much, he just let the fire burn more intensely, and in the sea of ​​fire, he staggered step by step towards Qianyu's side.

Yan Song felt uncomfortable in his heart, tried his best to maintain the disgusted expression on his face, and said ruthlessly: "No one from the demon clan can be left behind."

In the next moment, the three-foot-long sword in Yan Song's palm was like ice, and lay straight across Cheng Mou's neck.

Cheng Mou ignored him, gently lifted Qianyu from the ground, and called out, "Qianyu, Qianyu."

The blood of the two is mixed together, and they are all the same color, and the demon race is no less than the cultivator.

Yan Song was furious: "You really think I won't kill you?"

Cheng Mou raised his head, his eyes were sad but full of killing intent: "Yan Song, you must not kill me today, and as long as you can't kill me today, I will make you regret what you have done one day!"

Yan Song was startled by the murderous intent in those eyes, took a step back uncontrollably, frowned, and looked at him solemnly.

Qianyu barely opened her eyes at this moment, and gently tugged at Cheng Mou's cuff.

Cheng Mou seemed to have encountered a big surprise, his eyes softened suddenly, afraid of being surprised, he said softly: "Qianyu."

Qianyu has no strength, poison and sword wounds have made him unable to recover.

"Jun...Your Majesty, take...take me...to see...the sunrise..." 567 dutifully read out the words Yan Song left for Cheng Mou.

Cheng Mou held Qianyu's hand tightly, not letting him hang down.

After a long time, as if fulfilling some solemn promise, he said, "Okay."

567 came back, and Yan Song heard a whisper in his ear: "Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the task, the points reward is 1000, the hero's blackening value +15, the current point balance +10000, -26200."

Yan Song closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions.

The author has something to say:

This dungeon is over, and then I started to frantically pick up the vest, which is also the place I am most looking forward to and want to write about! ! ——2019.3.9

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When I write this, I am actually quite uncomfortable. I quite like the character of Qianyu. I think Yan Song can use this shell to get the name "Lang" justifiably, and there is a bit of true temperament in it.Originally, there were a lot of plots for him, but after thinking about it, it seemed too procrastinated, so I deleted a lot, and there are still some things that I haven’t explained clearly. I will borrow the next chapter tomorrow to explain it in a few hundred words_(:з」∠)_Love You~2019.3.10