The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Qing Yuanzong was completely defeated.

The Xuanzhen Square was destroyed, and the Yiyan Hall was smashed to pieces by the group of demons. The four elders tried their best, but they only saved the Xuandeng Pavilion, which was used to store the inner disciples' natal lamps.

In the end, Xiusha grinned grinningly, and lit Qing Yuanzong with a demon fire.

The magic fire is not extinguished when it meets water, and it is stronger when it meets wind. Unless the person who cast the fire wants it to be extinguished, the only way to suppress it is by force.

The black smoke was billowing, from Xuanling in the north to Lintianmen in the south, you could actually see the terrifying thick smoke. The fire burned for three days, and Qing Yuanzong tried his best to control the fire, but only narrowed the circle of fire. In the end, Shen Jian After crossing the thunder tribulation, he rushed out of the pass, with majestic spiritual power like a sea, roaring and suppressing the magic fire.

But in these three days, everything that can be burned has been burned. Fortunately, the four elders rescued the classics in the Sutra Pavilion. Otherwise, the No. [-] Zhongsi sect standing in the east would have really fallen. .

After suppressing the magic fire, Shen Jianzhi stood on the ruins of Xuanzhen Square, with the scorched ground under his feet and the hazy sky above his head. In the confusion, he suddenly felt a little sad.

His only two apprentices fell into the devil's way, and their lives and deaths were uncertain. Qing Yuanzong had no successors.

Yan Song was drowsy, he only had a weak perception of the outside world, his hands and feet couldn't move at all, and was tightly bound by the fairy lock.It was 567 who kept stimulating his brain with a weak electric current, so that he could barely stay awake.

"567, where am I?"

"The hero has brought you back to the Demon Realm, and now you are on your way to the Demon Palace... Host, I wish you good luck."

Yan Song twitched his mouth and gave a wry smile. He licked his chapped lips and found that his current situation was very pessimistic.

There are still three days before the onset of Banyue Qiang's toxicity. He has no spiritual power now, and his dantian is damaged. There is no good place in his body. Whether he can survive the night after three days is another matter.Even with painkillers, the damage is still physical. He was afraid that his body would not be able to bear it if his spirit could bear it.

In a trance, he only felt that the carriage was moving very slowly and unsteadily. If he ignored the bundle of fairy locks and the severe pain on his body, he would still think it was a leisurely trip.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance lingering in his nose, which made him feel very comfortable. Gradually, he felt that his eyelids were heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep after failing to live up to expectations.

In his dream, he dreamed that he was still a freshman, living a busy and fulfilling life, grabbing a seat in class and grabbing the last row, chasing the update of "Mie Tian Zhan Zun", crying and laughing at the phone, like every ordinary The reader fantasizes about the appearance of the male protagonist, but for some reason, the male protagonist in this novel is very familiar to him, and an extremely handsome face naturally appears in his mind, and when this face clearly appears in front of his eyes Suddenly, he felt a chill all over his body, and the huge impact pulled him out of the dream.

The voice of 567 in his head made him dizzy, his eyes were empty, and his mind froze for a long time before he gradually saw the situation in front of him clearly.

The owner of that face in the dream looked down at him with a cold face.

Beside him were two demons holding buckets of ice water. Seeing that he didn't respond after opening his eyes and wanted to continue pouring them, Cheng Mou raised his right hand to stop them.

Yan Song felt that apart from the cold, his body didn't hurt anymore, and his strength recovered a lot. He raised his eyes to look at Cheng Mou, and smiled: "It's so majestic, Demon Lord."

Cheng Mou signaled the two demons to retreat, and when there were only two of them left in the cell, Yan Song opened his eyes and stared at him steadfastly.

"How does the devil want me to die?" Yan Song supported the wall and tried his best to stand up, even though he was weak all over, his legs were weak and trembling.

I don't know if this sentence stabbed Cheng Mou, Cheng Mou's face suddenly changed, and the next moment, his five fingers turned into claws, tightly wrapped around Yan Song's neck, pinched him and threw him against the wall.

With a loud bang, Yan Song's body was almost embedded in the wall, and the gravel rain fell, hitting Yan Song all over his body. Yan Song's mind was completely blank, and he couldn't react to anything at all, only the system in his brain The sound of the siren gave him a little confidence that he was still alive.

Some warm liquid dripped onto the back of his neck, and his eyes were blocked by black and red blood. Yan Song closed his eyes gently with heavy eyelids, but before they could close them completely, he heard Cheng Mou's harsh tone in his ear , bitterly said:

"Open your eyes, if you want to die, it's not that easy."

Yan Song is rebellious by nature, if someone forces him, he will go against that person - especially if that person is Cheng Mou.

Yan Song closed his eyes, let the blood flow from his forehead, pooled on his chin, and then fell on the skirt of his clothes bit by bit, with a loud buzzing in his ears, he only felt that he was driving a bus that was in disrepair , It's booming when it moves.

Cheng Mou's hand tightened bit by bit: "Yan Song, why did you use that move?"

Yan Song had trouble breathing, his consciousness was confused, and he struggled to squeeze out four words: "Yu, you, what, what?"

Of course Yan Song knew which move Cheng Mou was talking about, it was nothing more than the one he used in front of the mountain gate to stop the coercion he released.

It was Jiang Che's move.

At that time, he didn't have time to think too much, he just wanted to use a sword move that was easy to use and powerful. Jiang Che's move was indeed the best choice.

After using it, he reacted.

He even received a 567 batch.

Now it was discovered by the male lead... It's cool.

"Ding, male lead blackening value +1, points +100, current balance +10600."

Yan Song's expression was slumped, his hair was stained with blood, his head was tilted, his eyes were tightly closed, and his black hair covered most of his face. He was leaning against the wall, unable to move at all.The white clothes were covered with blood, and he no longer looked like that exiled immortal at all.

The originally proud and cold person now looked like this. Cheng Mou's hand suddenly loosened, and he could no longer hold it tightly.

A large amount of air suddenly poured into Yan Song's chest, and his body slid down the wall, coughing violently.This appearance fell in Cheng Mou's eyes, making his eyes stained with blood.

"If you tell the truth, I can make you suffer less."

"More torture, less torture will inevitably lead to death. Why don't I do what I want before I die?" Yan Song coughed out a mouthful of black blood, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, he leaned against the wall and raised the corners of his eyes , looked at Cheng Mou provocatively.

Cheng Mou: "Don't think I won't kill you.

"Since that sword move has nothing to do with me," Cheng Mou squatted down, and untied the bandages wrapped around Yan Song's neck and wrist with a very gentle movement, "then this has something to do with me."

Yan Song's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he was about to resist, Cheng Mou easily restrained him with one hand, Yan Song was panting violently, like a fish stranded on the shore.

Cheng Mou sneered, the index finger of the other hand touched the black line in the center of Yan Song's collarbone, and fell along the black line, just touching the end of the black line at the same height as Yan Song's heart through a thin layer of clothes.

"You should know about this kind of poison," Cheng Mou said with a playful smile, "It's called a thread to seal the throat, it's a poison unique to the Demon Realm, and anyone who is poisoned will have these five lines on his body, so...

"The eldest brother that everyone in the righteous way respects, why is he poisoned by the demon realm?"

Yan Song was completely dumbfounded.

"567, why did the hero know that I got a throat seal?"

567 was also confused, and simply responded to Yan Song with a series of system busy tones.

Yan Song looked at him with coldness in his eyes: "Major, guess what is the reason?"

Cheng Mou's black pupils were full of indifference, he didn't want to say a single unnecessary word to Yan Song, he just pursed his lips tightly, using silence to put pressure on him.

Yan Song smiled coldly: "Naturally, when your holy female friend was dying, he felt unwilling to go to hell and dragged me with him, but he ignored one thing..."

Cheng Mou's hand tightened suddenly.

He is very clear about Qianyu's behavior. Although Qianyu's methods are extreme, she will never do something like poisoning someone.

And... Once the poison of the first-line throat seal is onset, it will be extremely painful, and the suppression is absolutely irresistible. At that time, he didn't know... Qianyu, a fool, actually endured the pain and accompanied him all the way. He didn't know how to repay this kind of kindness.

Just thinking about it, Cheng Mou felt a sharp pain in his heart, how could a person with a genuine temperament like Qianyu do such a thing as poisoning Yan Song?

Yan Song looked at Cheng Mou's face, and continued to fight:

"His method is too low-handed, so I naturally noticed it. There will be no problem in forcing the toxin out of the body. It's just that these ugly lines are left behind, so it's not a big problem to cover them up... "

Yan Song's words were interrupted by Cheng Mou's violence, a cloud of demonic energy hit his chest, he vomited a mouthful of black blood, and lost consciousness again.

Cheng Mou's heart fluctuated violently, Yan Song was lying!

The master of the past is now reduced to a downcast prisoner, barely covering his body with his blood-stained clothes, but somehow still has the demeanor of a fairy.

Cheng Mou closed his eyes tightly, calmed down, and stood at the door of the cell for a long time, his eyes were stained with crazy blood, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the unconscious man.

After a long time, he finally turned around and left with slightly messy steps.

Yan Song woke up quickly, and after that, he found that he had at least six or seven kinds of poison from the Demon Realm on his body. Fortunately, none of these poisons had taken effect, otherwise he would directly ascend to heaven as soon as he woke up.

The most terrible thing is the blood demon Gu. As long as you swallow the blood of the demons who have cast the curse, you will obey the blood demon spell issued by the blood demon master. If you resist a little, your seven orifices will bleed, and your whole body will begin to rot until only the blood is left. Next skeleton.

Yan Song sighed lightly.

"567, how much is the hero's blackening value?"

"Exactly 90."

For a moment, one person and one system were speechless, and finally 567 broke the silence.

"Host, after you fell into a coma, the hero watched you for a long time...I always feel that there is something wrong with his eyes."

Yan Song was a little surprised: "What is he looking at me for?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, it's a very complicated look. I can't decipher it, but I always feel...it's weird. Let me tell you, just pay more attention."

Yan Song nodded, and asked again: "Then what happened when I was unconscious?"

"The Qingyuan Sect sent people to rescue you, but they were all beaten back by the male lead, and half of them were killed or injured. Now the male lead is moving this way, and he seems to be in a bad mood. Host, you ask for more blessings, I will prepare for you." Ten painkillers, take them whenever you need them."

As soon as 567's voice fell, Yan Song felt a small gravel hitting his hand.

He frowned and turned his head to look, but he didn't expect this slight movement to make him dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the spinning world, he saw Shu Ci's face with a silly and stupid smile.

Yan Song: "..." Silly son.