The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

567 had already transmitted the formulas and exercises of this world to Yan Song, so Yan Song naturally used the sword.

The sword move was fast, precise and ruthless, and Yan Song used it very well. Suddenly, he saw a bright white long rainbow cut across the vastness of the world, the sword energy was overflowing, sharp and unstoppable, and the head of the wolf closest to Cheng Mou instantly After being cut off, he didn't even have time to let out a wail, and the blood spurted out, pouring over Cheng Mou, who hadn't recovered from his senses. Without blinking, he quickly got up, clenched the broken sword in his hand, and forcefully pushed away a wolf that was trying to sneak up on him.

Approval flashed across Yan Song's eyes, but even if he joined, he was no match for the pack of wolves, and it was best to run away.

He dodged to Cheng Mou's side, took Cheng Mou's hand naturally, and said in a deep voice, "I'll take you out of here."

The moment he was pulled, Cheng Mou was obviously stunned for a moment, he seemed not used to being close to people, and his whole body was stiff.

The scene of Yan Song coming to rescue him just now still lingers in his mind for a long time.

Threatened by a pack of wolves, Cheng Mou knew it was his fate, and at the moment when he accepted his fate and was about to die, he suddenly felt a domineering whiteness rushing in front of him, in a daze, he felt as if he had been annihilated in the world of light Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp sword energy, which effortlessly chopped off the wolf's head.

All the pictures were slowed down to the extreme, and he just felt that he could not reach that height even if he spent his whole life.

Cheng Mou was still reminiscing about the scene just now, while Yan Song had already begun to secretly call the system.

"What's the matter, dear host?"

"567, if I use this body to do whatever I want, is it OOC?"

"Not counting."

After getting 567's answer, Yan Song felt relieved, and was about to pull Cheng Mou out of the encirclement when he suddenly felt Cheng Mou break free from his hand.

Yan Song was full of doubts, and turned to look at him.

Cheng Mou didn't give any face, only kept the tips of his red ears, and hurriedly wiped the blood on his cheek with his cuff, completely ignoring the wolves around him.

With a "tsk", Yan Song drew a sword aura in front of the two of them, temporarily deterring the pack of wolves, and then turned to look at Cheng Mou.

"Hey, you don't have to be so troublesome," Yan Song said, and gave him a cleansing formula.

He had good intentions, but Cheng Mou didn't appreciate it at all. He glanced at him coldly, thanked him awkwardly, and rushed into the pack of wolves again.

Yan Song only felt suffocated, he was furious: "What are you doing, don't you want to kill yourself?"

Cheng Mou turned his head, looked at Yan Song's slender eyebrows and angry eyes, he relaxed, and added an explanation coldly: "They robbed me."

Yan Songjian rubbed against Cheng Mou's cheek, pierced the throat of a wolf that was trying to bite Cheng Mou, and asked angrily, "What is it?"

Cheng Mou's Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was afraid, after a long time, he said slowly: "Jade pendant."

With a goal, Yan Song felt that everything became clear. His white clothes were fluttering, and the sword was like a rainbow. Wherever the sharp sword was swung, there were splashes of blood, and Cheng Mou followed Yan Song all the way, making up for him , By the way, pay attention to the jade pendant you are looking for.

In the end, Yan Song found the jade pendant in the wolf's mouth. The process of snatching the jade pendant was a bit more difficult. He was covered with bloodstains of wolf paws all over his body. In some places, the bones were even visible, but he didn't care.

Finally, holding the jade pendant, he completely forgot that he was now a daughter, and sat on the ground to rest without grace. He weighed the jade pendant a few times in his hand, and said to Cheng Mou who was standing far away: "Come here, your jade pendant."

Cheng Mou didn't dare to look at Yan Song, his eyes kept wandering but didn't fall into place.

But at the moment Cheng Mou was about to hold the jade pendant in his hand, Yan Song suddenly pulled the red string and pulled his hand upwards. Xiang Yan Song.

Seeing the anger and a trace of weakness in Cheng Mou's dark pupils, Yan Song was taken aback, and his playful heart disappeared completely. The hero has never had a good life since he was a child. This jade pendant belongs to his parents. It is not surprising that the relics left to him have been worn by him since he was a child.

Perhaps, the existence of this jade pendant is also a proof that he was once loved in this world.

Yan Song adjusted his mood and pretended to be stupid: "You're so nervous, who sent you?"

As he spoke, he casually hung the jade pendant on his index finger and twirled it around.

Cheng Mou's anger was about to turn into substance, but he also knew that Yan Song was teasing him, so he suppressed his temper, collected his expression, and changed the subject calmly: "Who are you?"

Looking at Cheng Mou's expression management, Yan Song couldn't help sighing that he was too precocious.

"Of course I'm a person who came to practice in the Taixuan Secret Realm, so it's okay, since you've already asked, my name is Jiang Che, and I'm a casual cultivator." I don't like this kind of etiquette, so I retracted my hand and smiled, "What about you, I saved your life, you should at least tell me your name, where did you learn from?"

Cheng Mou knew that he was no match, so he swallowed his anger and his face was terribly cold: "Cheng Mou, casual cultivator."

Yan Song smiled and leaned closer: "Okay, if they are all casual cultivators, then they are a family. Let's go, I will take you to find a chance."

Cheng Mou suddenly pushed him away, and said in a deep voice, "A man and a woman can't kiss each other."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, which directly knocked Yan Song awake.

I saw Yan Song jumping back a few steps on one leg like an electric shock, his face was full of shock, the first thing he did was to raise his hand to touch the veil on his face, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that the veil was still alive, and then remembered Cheng Mou's words again , immediately stood up straight, with a stiff face: "You're right...you're right, I was the one who was abrupt just now."

Cheng Mou looked at Yan Song in surprise, but suddenly he was stunned when he saw Yan Song's cold eyes.

The man's eyebrows were cold, as thick as Shandai, cold as a blade, his eyes were black and bright, and there seemed to be a smile in them all the time, and a slight hook at the end of his eyes seemed to be able to draw away the mind of a person, but the lower half of his face was covered. He was wearing a veil, so he couldn't see clearly, but the eyebrows and eyes alone gave him a very familiar feeling.

Cheng Mou thought coldly: I have watched Lingduanfeng for 15 years, and now you want to dirty my eyes?

Cheng Mou looked at Yan Song again, knowing that this was a person who was somewhat similar in appearance to his senior brother, but he also felt somewhat disgusted in his heart out of thin air.

When Yan Song received Cheng Mou's eyes, he couldn't help being shocked.

In Cheng Mou's eyes, all the gloom and darkness were mixed together, wrapped in a huge oppressive force, and stabbed him with a roar.

Really worthy of being the protagonist who grew up in adversity.

Yan Song was a little timid, took the opportunity to throw the jade pendant across the air, and shouted: "Pick it up."

Cheng Mou raised his left hand to catch the jade pendant firmly, then carefully wiped the jade pendant clean with his cuff, and put it close to his body.

"Host."

"What are you doing?" Hearing 567 calling himself suddenly, Yan Song had an intuition that nothing good happened.

"The plot has been changed. The male protagonist didn't get the jade pendant back at first, which caused him to go berserk. He singled out the pack of wolves. In the end, he was seriously injured and accidentally fell into the sea of ​​bitter flowers. He was poisoned by the flowers. Only in this way can we successfully have a relationship with Jiang Che, but you are like this..."

Everything 567 wants to say is contained in ellipses.

Yan Song didn't take it seriously: "It's not the only way. At worst, I'll find a way to escape, and then pass all the skills to him. He will definitely integrate himself."

567 only let out a low sigh.

Yan Song said again: "The important thing is not the process, but the result."

Seeing that he has not moved, Cheng Mou frowned and pursed his lips, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you for today's matter, the kindness of a drop of water, I will repay you with a spring, I don't know if there is anything you need me to settle, I will do my best. "

After saying this, he laughed himself. What can he do for others, a waste who has not even awakened his spiritual roots?

But he didn't get a response for a long time. He looked up and found that Yan Song was in a trance, looking at the void, because Cheng Mou was not treated well since he was a child, and he was skinny and half a head shorter than Jiang Che. At this moment, he bowed. Looking up, I happened to see Jiang Che's tall nose bridge, snow-white skin, and a beautiful and smooth jaw line.

Cheng Mou somehow felt his face burn.

"Your Excellency!" Cheng Mou raised his voice.

Yan Song just finished talking with the system, was startled by Cheng Mou's voice, and immediately came back to his senses: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Mou repeated what he had said.

When Yan Song heard it, he immediately smiled: "Don't worry, I don't want you to repay your favor, so just let me follow you. You have not awakened your spiritual roots and have no spiritual power. It's safer if you have more than one of me, right?"

Cheng Mou was silent.

Seeing that Cheng Mou didn't object, Yan Song pushed Cheng Mou forward on his own initiative, and said while talking: "Okay, you are also dangerous in the Taixuan Secret Realm, let's form a team, I just want to understand the realm , I will give you all the opportunities I encounter, how about it?"

Cheng Mou felt extremely uncomfortable being pushed away.

"Hey, Cheng Mou, why are you blushing?"

Cheng Mou said in a calm voice, "If a man and a woman don't want to kiss each other, I ask the girl to respect herself."

Yan Song felt teasing again, thinking that the male lead at this age is really cute.

But before his bad intentions came out, he suddenly felt a white streak across the corner of his eye. He became vigilant in an instant, let go of Cheng Mou, and put his hands on the hilt of his sword, only to find that a civet flew over and stayed behind while running. Bloodstains, like fleeing for life.

Yan Song was moved with compassion, and said: "There is a wounded civet in front."

Cheng Mou understood what he meant: "Then it's better to save it."

Yan Song glanced at him gratefully, then dragged him and ran away, with the wind blowing under his feet, Yan Song chased the civet around all over the place, almost hitting a tree several times, and finally bypassed a gravel beach. In the middle of the sea of ​​blood red flowers, the civet with white fur was found.

Yan Song: "..." Bad food.

Cheng Mou was panting, breathing heavily, and coughing a few times from time to time, obviously exhausted.

"567, you worried too early, obviously...you underestimated the plot correction ability of this world."

567:"……"

Cheng Mou gasped for breath, and suddenly frowned: "Why is it so fragrant?"

Because Yan Song had a veil, he didn't inhale much. He felt cold and shouted: "Hold your breath, this is the flower of bitterness!"

Cheng Mou was startled, but it was too late. He had just inhaled a lot of the fragrance of bitterness flowers. He took several steps back, his face full of shock, but he didn't know that there was actually one person who couldn't accept this fact more than him.

The effect of the bitter flower is actually not as romantic as its name. It can temporarily numb the sense of pain.

Yan Song's expression was about to crack, and he couldn't hide from such a thing even if he hid left and right.

The author has something to say:

567: Tsk