The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

A strange poison in the body, arousing suspicion

At this moment, Cheng Mou has no power to fight back against Shang Yan Song, and can only let Yan Song manipulate him.

Yan Song was also polite, and directly brought him back to Lingduan Peak, where he was imprisoned in the cold iron prison under the mountain of Lingduan Peak.The Ice Iron Prison was built by Shen Jian in the past, and it was specially used to hold heavy prisoners of the Demon Race. It was only later that the Demon Race only made small troubles and did not make a big mess, so the Iron Prison did not come in handy.

It's not a waste to use it to imprison the next Devil Emperor now.

Liujiang Mochizuki looked at Yan Song who had returned covered in frost, all of them showed timidity, and tried to ask whatever they wanted to ask.

Just now when they saw the senior brother, full of hostility, dragging the bloody second senior brother straight to the ice prison, they were almost scared out of their wits.

Yan Song looked at the little boy who was hesitant to speak indifferently, and said coldly: "Ask if you have anything to say."

Mochizuki was speechless for a long time, Liu Jiang was worried that Yan Song's patience was exhausted, he took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "Senior Brother, Liu Jiang is bold, can you ask Second Senior Brother what happened to him?"

Yan Song sneered: "You might as well ask yourself about this matter yourself."

Mochizuki sniffed, and said in a sticky voice: "Elder brother, just now... I seem to feel... the magic energy, I don't know if I feel it wrong."

Yan Song's eyes are like knives, blowing towards Wangyue.

Frightened by Yan Song's gaze, Wang Yue flinched, and took a step back to hide behind Liu Jiang, only to hear Yan Song's cold voice.

"It's demon energy, that's right, your second senior brother is a demon, and he is still—" Yan Song's mouth curled into a cold arc, and the cold light in his eyes was even worse, "Devil Emperor."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bombshell, the two children were stunned, Liu Jiang was better, but his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of doubt and surprise.

Mochizuki was exaggerating, she exclaimed directly, stuttering: "Devil...Devil Emperor?"

If the new Demon Emperor really turns out, it will be a shock not only to the Demon Realm, but also to the Central Division. The Demon Race has been restless for nearly a thousand years. If Cheng Mou is really the Demon Emperor, it will undoubtedly give those Demon Race a reassurance .

Yan Song said with a cold face: "What I said today must not be spread to outsiders. If people from other peaks know, I will ask you."

The two children are also sensible, knowing that Yan Song has his own considerations, and they don't want Cheng Mou to really betray the sect, so they respond obediently.

After Yan Song finished his instructions, he was ready to go back to the house to discuss the next action with 567.

Now that he is rich, he first repaid the debt of 567 points, and received [-] compliments.

But his mood is not very good, he is a little bit uncertain about his position now.

"567, what do you think is the meaning of my existence? Blindly forcing the male protagonist to blacken, making him a frightening devil emperor, but I pretend to be Jiang Cheqianyu or even a civet, what am I doing?"

He only remembered Cheng Mou's calm and hateful eyes as he embraced the silent Qianyu amidst the boundless flames.

"Host, you are an indispensable person for this world. I don't know if you will feel better when I say this." 567 knew what Yan Song was sad about. It went wrong and continued, but now the outline has been cut, and all the connections have been cut off, and your role as host is to connect these things that cannot be reached by eight poles, and let them lubricate and run in."

Yan Song didn't speak.

"Host, I know it's unfair for you to switch between the two extremes of your feelings for Cheng Mou, but I hope you can understand me, this is my duty, I can't let this world collapse .”

Yan Song smiled wryly: "It's not fair to me, so... is it fair to Cheng Mou?"

567 suddenly couldn't continue talking.

"This is the world created by the author. How to write it and how the plot develops are all things set by him. But a half-grown child has experienced so much and forced him to betray his relatives." Yan Song paused for a moment, gently He touched his heart, "Why do I feel so distressed?"

567's mechanical voice also fluctuated a bit: "Master, there are some things we can't decide. Cheng Mou is destined to experience these. The identity of the devil emperor is not what he chooses to become, but what he must become. He is the core of this world. The world will run perfectly only if he follows the established trajectory.

"Besides, since he wants to sit in that position, the more he gains, the more he must lose.

"Jiang Che is 'lost relative', civet cat is 'lost support', Qianyu is 'lost trust'...the last one is short."

Yan Song couldn't help asking: "What is it?"

"Love lost."

Yan Song was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed dryly: "This...it's a bit difficult..." He smiled, but couldn't laugh anymore.

The last task is completed, and he is about to return to the real world. As for the male protagonist who has gained eternal life and has an endless high position, will he accidentally remember that a long time ago, he had a scumbag brother who bullied him in every possible way? .

Yan Song sighed, suddenly felt melancholy, but he accidentally lowered his head, and saw a slender black line appearing on the inside of his wrist.

He had some bad associations in his mind, and hurriedly opened the sleeve of the other hand, and found that it was the same, the two black lines just stopped at the same height of the upper arm and the heart.

It was exactly the same position as when Qianyu died.

Yan Song frowned, unwilling to give up, took off his shoes to look in the mirror, opened his collar to look, there were also neck, ankle, and wrists, exactly like Qianyu when he was dying.

All those thoughts were gone just now, now Yan Song is a little bit broken: "567, what's going on?"

567 obviously couldn't understand: "It shouldn't be, how did the poison in the vest transfer to the main body?"

Yan Song rubbed the thread frantically, his skin turned red and the black line didn't disappear, which made him panic even more.

"I'm not going to hang up too!"

567 frantically redeemed: "Host, don't worry! I've detected that your heart rate is normal now, and you're more alive than a monkey. Rather than saying it's poisoning, it's more accurate to say something like a mark."

Hearing that his life was temporarily saved, Yan Song calmed down a little and asked, "Mark?"

567 has never encountered such a situation before, and he is a little uncertain: "I think the marking effect is correct, because you have no signs of poisoning at all now, and the poison of the first-line throat seal is very special. There are five lines, even if the poisoned person is dead, these five lines will not be removed from the corpse, and because the poisoned host is 'you', not 'Qianyu', so these five lines were brought back to the deity."

What 567 said made sense, which made Yan Song feel a little more at ease.

"I have to hide these lines. If the male lead sees my mission, won't it be cool?"

567 acquiesced to Yan Song's words.

Inside the ice prison.

Cheng Mou's hands and feet were locked by Xuan Tie, and he could only maintain one posture, unable to move. He was motionless, and at this moment, the ends of his hair, eyebrows and tails were covered with a thin layer of frost.

Being imprisoned in the cold iron prison is exactly what Cheng Mou wanted. He already showed others with the fire spirit root, so he wanted to make the magic vein open to be more inclined to the fire spirit root. However, he will inevitably experience some suffering when he accepts the inheritance. The ice and iron prison is a good location to suppress the raging fire in the body.

He knew that he shouldn't be greedy now, so he only carefully absorbed [-]% of his cultivation. If he was greedy and absorbed all of it, he might just explode and die.

But just this [-]% directly made his cultivation reach the early stage of Danhua.

Even if a peerless genius like Yan Song, who has worked hard for decades, is only at the peak of Danhua's strength, he has not practiced for ten years, and he leapt to the early stage of Danhua in just a few months. Be hated.

Cheng Mou narrowed his eyes slightly, he let out a long sigh of relief after the inheritance was digested.

When he came out of the Demon Palace this time, he also brought out something unique to the Demon Realm - poison.

He was going to give Yan Song a big meeting ceremony, and he also found that he had a new ability - soul separation.

It is to keep the soul out of the body for half an hour, do whatever you want without being caught by anyone, it is a very easy to cheat ability, but there are many restrictions, the soul can only be out of the body once in three days, and the time is up After the soul returns to the body, the body will be very weak and will be slaughtered.

Cheng Mou sneered, his eyes full of heartlessness.

Cheng Mou launched the formula, and suddenly felt a strong pull on his scalp. In the blink of an eye, he felt a lightness in his body, and then he floated up. Looking down, he found that his body was upright. Sitting on the ground, eyes closed.

He succeeded.

Cheng Mou's eyes dimmed, he went straight to Yan Song's small courtyard through the wall.

Mochizuki is rushing to Yan Song's room with the freshly brewed tea in her hand.

Cheng Mou was floating in the air, taking advantage of Wangyue's inattention, he used his spiritual power to manipulate the poison powder into the teapot along the spout.

This poison is called Banyue Qian, although it will not kill people immediately, but it will attack once every half a month, the whole body will be painful and itchy during the attack, completely lose the rationality of a human being, and there is no medicine to cure it.

Cheng Mou followed Wangyue and entered the room lightly.

Yan Song was sitting on the couch with a book in his hand in a daze, the candlelight reflected his face like warm jade, and his usual unapproachable aura was missing.

Cheng Mou looked at him carefully, and suddenly felt his heart beat faster.

Ever since he was a child, he liked to run after his senior brother. If his senior brother went down the mountain to practice, after finishing his homework every day, he would sit on the protruding rock of the mountain and look into the distance, hoping that a white snow-white man would appear in the blink of an eye. A banished fairy-like figure.

Since then, the little boy has been looking forward to the return of the person he relied on.

But then everything changed.

Cheng Mou settled his mind and fixed his eyes on the teapot.

As long as Yan Song drinks the tea in it, he will have another handle on Yan Song.

Mochizuki brought the tea to the tea table and called out: "Brother, the tea is ready."

Yan Song obviously regained his senses from a memory that he missed so much, he lowered his eyes to cover the turbulent emotions in his eyes, and said, "Is it hot?"

Mochizuki poured a little tea into the cup very naturally, took a sip, and said, "It's still a little hot, let's put it away..."

Seeing this scene, Cheng Mou's face changed suddenly, but he was only in a state of soul and could do nothing.

Seeing the little boy who was alive and kicking just now suddenly seemed to be stuck in his throat by something, his face turned purple, and he was rolling all over the floor in extreme pain, and his cups fell all over the floor. He still didn't forget to squeeze out a few words: "Mr. ...Brother, don't...don't drink..."

Cheng Mou was still sneering at the moment, thinking that maybe your senior brother is using you to test the poison, and he won't drink it after seeing you like this.

Yan Song was shocked by the scene in front of him, his first reaction was to help Wangyue.

567's icy voice rang in his ears: "Alarm alert, ooc alert, please stop all behaviors of the host, otherwise a yellow card warning."

Yan Song: "Go to your uncle!"

567: "Host, calm down! Someone is peeping in this room."

Yan Song: "Is ooc important, or a human life?"

567 has nothing to say.

Yan Song suddenly stood up from the collapse, he walked in a hurry, and when he came to Mochizuki, he tripped over the leg of the stool, he stabilized his figure and rushed to Mochizuki to check his pulse.

All of Cheng Mou's expressions froze on his face, and he remained motionless.

"Ding, the host constituted an OOC behavior. Combined with the previous two OOC records, this time a red card warning will be issued and [-] points will be deducted."

Yan Song didn't care about the ooc alarm, and focused on Mochizuki, his eyes full of frost: "567, what's going on?"

567 scanned it and came to a conclusion: "It's the poison of the Demon Realm, and there is no cure for it."

Yan Song couldn't control his emotions, cursed, and then asked: "Is there any way to save him?"

567 said: "Yes, you can transfer the poison to yourself."

Without saying a word, Yan Song bit his fingertips and prepared to draw a formula.

567 hastily stopped him: "Host, you have to think clearly, there is no way to cure this poison, and you have to endure inhuman pain every half a month."

While drawing the formula seriously, Yan Song said: "This is a matter between me and Cheng Mou, there is no need to involve anyone."

After the words are finished, the secret is done.

Yan Song put his palm on Mochizuki's heart, and saw wisps of black air spiraling up and down his forearm, before sinking into his body.

The moment Cheng Mou understood what Yan Song was doing, all his calm expressions collapsed.

He rushed up like crazy, completely forgetting what his original intention of this trip was, and wanted to shake Yan Song's shoulder to make him stop this crazy behavior, but he was just a soul, the moment he touched Yan Song, His hand pierced through.

Finally, he yelled: "Yan Song, are you crazy? That's a tormenting poison!"

However, in the next moment, he became quiet as if all his strength had been taken away.

——He saw, there was a slender black line on the inside of Yan Song's wrist.