The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Cheng Mou couldn't even wait to unlock the cell, he directly shattered the lock with force, and the tiny light pierced through the crack of the door, casting a dirty white spot on the ground.

Cheng Mou saw Yan Song's figure through the dim light.

The cell was filled with a strong smell of blood, and as soon as Cheng Mou stepped in, his brows were furrowed.

In order to make himself fall into a coma, Yan Song chose to stop the pain with pain, and actually stabbed into the lower abdomen with bare hands, not only making the dantian no longer able to gather spiritual power, even the golden core became dim and shriveled, and the spiritual power of the whole body tended to be weaker. Collapse, the building will collapse.

I saw that the white shirt on Yan Song's body was dyed bloody, and the blood had coagulated into a blackened hard shell, but his face was clean, the blood from the seven orifices was washed away by tears, and only the corners of his eyes were covered with tears. There are still some traces of drying.

Now he was lying still, motionless, and he was alive only by the slight rise and fall of his chest.

Cheng Mou lowered his gaze and walked towards him slowly. Although his heart fluctuated violently, he did not forget that he had the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand, and was always on guard.

If Liu Jiang and Mochizuki saw his behavior like this, they would cry and scold him again.

Cheng Mou looked at Yan Song with complicated eyes for a long time, and finally reached out his hand to grab his pulse, he was no longer willing to look at the black line on Yan Song's wrist.

If Qian Yu was really disguised by Yan Song, then what he did and said was really heartbreaking.If what Liujiang and Mochizuki said is true, then what did he do?Treating the prince as a civet cat, crushing him under his feet, abandoning him, and regretting it in a fantasy?

idiot!

Cheng Mou felt a sudden pain in his heart, he held Yan Song's wrist tightly, tried his best to swallow the blood gushing out of his throat, and for a while, he felt that the hand he was holding was very tight. Thin, very fragile, as if if he exerted a little strength, that hand would be broken by him.

Cheng Mou let go of his hand for a moment, and finally pulled Yan Song cautiously, feeling the sadness in his heart gradually.

He bent his neck, and spread out Yan Song's bloody hand little by little. Finally, in the half-darkness, in Yan Song's palm, he clearly saw a group of bright red flames.

At that moment, it seemed that everything around was instantly annihilated into photons by a higher-dimensional existence. After the collapse, Cheng Mou couldn't see anything clearly. No matter what he looked at, it seemed to be separated by a distance In the layer of fog, only the cluster of flames gradually spread and gradually turned into a prairie fire, arrogantly burning his reason and his remaining consciousness.

He was hoarse, his voice seemed to be mixed with blood: "Yan... Yan Song..."

Yan Song had a dream, in the dream he became a millionaire, he could do whatever he wanted, but for some reason, suddenly one day, the balance in his account kept decreasing, and every time it decreased more than the last time, he In the end, I remembered that I checked my balance, and there was only ten yuan left!

At that moment, Yan Songsheng was so frightened that he woke up, but his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them at all, but the 567 in his mind was like crazy, and kept reporting:

"Ding, the hero's blackening value is reduced by 5"

"Ding, the hero's blackening value is reduced by 10"

-5-3-5-10-1-1-10-5……

!!!

Why does the blackening value keep dropping?

In the end, the blackening value barely stabilized at 20 before it stopped moving.

Yan Song was horrified. At that moment, his potential exploded. At the beginning, his whole body was weak, but at this moment, he sat up straight from the bed!

Yan Song's eyes widened, he was gasping for breath, his chest heaved violently, and the direct result of too much heaving was that his head was very dizzy, as if he was cooking porridge, bubbling and bubbling.

He suddenly found that he was sitting on a very soft bed at this moment, all the pain in his body disappeared, and the room was bright, and there was a peach forest outside the window, and the fallen flowers were colorful, gradually charming the eyes.

When 567 saw him waking up just now, he told him everything about Liu Jiang and Mochizuki's coming to clean him up, Yan Song immediately put on a loveless face.

What is the difference between a life without blackening value and a salted fish?

As soon as he regained his thoughts, he heard the sound of the door opening and closing. He raised his head and happened to meet Cheng Mou's eyes.

Cheng Mou's face was very ugly. He was dressed in a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, and he looked like a devil, but the tail of his clothes was covered with mud.Even the hair was a little messed up.

—It seems that he just returned from digging a grave.

Of the two civet cats, the one in Yan Song's yard was buried with the cat's corpse, and the one in his own yard was buried with a broken jade pillow that had changed back to its original shape due to the failure of Yan Song's mana.

Cheng Mou's eyes were bloodshot, he adjusted his emotions for a long time, and after a while he said in a hateful voice: "Yan Song."

"Ding, the male protagonist's blackening value is +5, the points reward is 500, and the current balance is 11500."

Yan Song: Oh... how long is this?The hero's heart, the sea needle.

Yan Song slowly shifted his gaze away from the soil at the bottom of Cheng Mou's robe, and gradually met Cheng Mou's deep gaze.

In that very short moment, Cheng Mou suddenly felt very nervous.

I was so nervous that my fingers gathered unconsciously.

"Dare to ask the devil, but did you think of a good way to torture me?" Yan Song opened his mouth and realized how weak his body was at the moment, and his words were weak.

With difficulty in Cheng Mou's throat, he swallowed and threw the half jade pendant in front of Yan Song: "I ask you, where did you get this jade pendant from?"

Yan Song: "..."

567 has already given up on himself: "Host, you can figure it out yourself, the current plot has already involved grandma's house, and I don't mind letting it talk a little more."

Without raising his eyelids, Yan Song said flatly, "I just picked it up."

Cheng Mou's eyes were red, his emotions fluctuated greatly, he clenched his fist with one hand, carrying a strong wind, and directly hit Yan Song's face.

Yan Song closed his eyes, waiting to die.

"Ding, the hero's blackening value is +10, and the points reward is 1000."

The next moment, Cheng Mou stopped his strength and hit the wall with his iron fist. In an instant, dust and smoke were everywhere, and the rock-solid wall was deeply sunken.

This time, if he hit Yan Song's face, he would definitely die.

"Yan Song, I want to hear the truth."

Yan Song's eyes were dull, and he said in a low voice: "Truth or lies... Whichever you believe is the truth."

Regardless of the blood on his hand, Cheng Mou stared firmly at Yan Song's slightly dodging eyes: "I only listen to what you say."

Yan Song said concisely: "I picked it up."

Cheng Mou couldn't hold it back, he raised his head and laughed loudly, and the ending sound broke when he smiled.

"Okay...okay..." He said yes several times in a row, and finally took a deep look at Yan Song, and before leaving, he did not forget to wipe off the dust on the half of the jade pendant and put it away carefully.

"One day, I'll let you say it yourself."

After Cheng Mou left, Yan Song rolled his eyes and asked me to say something, that I pretended to be Jiang Che?That jade pendant was given to me by you?

The blackening value has to fall through the center of the earth.

"Host, I always feel that the way the hero looks at you is not right."

"how?"

"It's just not right. I have done so many tasks, and I have seen countless people. I have never seen this kind of look in the eyes of a protagonist. You, the host... ask yourself to be blessed."

Yan Song didn't take 567's words to heart. He lowered his head to check his body, and found that every wound had been carefully bandaged, and the palm of his right hand was also well-medicated. Except for the broken tendons, everything else was fine.

Now that he has a problem with his golden elixir, his dantian can no longer gather spiritual power. I'm afraid it's no different from ordinary people, but he doesn't know if he has no spiritual power, and the natal lamp on Qing Yuanzong's side can still light up.

But judging from the reactions of Liu Jiang and Mochizuki, it was that the natal lamp was extinguished the moment his dantian was destroyed. From then on, there was no Yan Song in the world of comprehension.

Yan Song stood barefoot by the window, the cool wind wrapped in the unique smell of grass and trees in spring, and lifted his hair. In an instant, the people by the window, the flowers in the bushes, the skin pierced with peach blossoms, the pink and white complement each other, eliminating the romantic beauty The color is beautiful, the beauty is beautiful, and even the flowers are lighter.

Cheng Mou went and came back again, he was standing outside the window, which happened to be where Yan Song's eyes fell.

Yan Song's slightly relaxed face froze for a moment. He frowned and took a step back. It was a subconscious reaction, but he received a report from the system that the hero's darkening value had increased by 5.

Yan Song: "..."

Standing in the sunlight, Cheng Mou's fine clothes were plated with a layer of gold edging in sunlight, which made it easier for him to get along with him. Yan Song slid his eyes away and closed the window directly.

"Ding, the hero's blackening value +2"

Yan Song was put under house arrest by Cheng Mou in this side hall for several days in a row. Although the doors and windows could be opened, they seemed to be restricted, and everyone was free to come and go except him.

Yan Song knew that Cheng Mou was having a hard time now.The goal of revenge and revenge that I have insisted on for ten years has changed overnight, and it has become the person I used to rely on the most. If it were him, he might not be able to bear this contrast. How could he be like Cheng Mou now, Heal him, make his subordinates treat him well, and even bring him pastries and food in different ways.

But Yan Song is very clear-headed, he knows what he should do now is to increase the blackening value, and then go to death, complete the task and you're done.

After several days of frenzied probing on the verge of death, he found that as long as he ignored the male lead and made a play on the male lead who entered the room, the male lead would increase his blackening value. The more indifferent he is, the more handsome he looks more.

After several days of hard work, Yan Song finally found that he had finally pushed the hero's blackening value to 90.

On the day when the blackening value reached 90, the cheers of 567 lasted for an entire hour. If it had an entity, Yan Song had no doubt that it would dance a hula dance.

It was night, just as Yan Song was about to blow out the candles, he was going to plan all night how to kick the doorman again tomorrow, so that the male lead's blackening value would increase to [-], but he heard a very slight noise by the window, he looked intently, But found the male protagonist who entered through the window.

Yan Song: "..." Is this a popular hobby?

Yan Song's clothes are half-faded, his arms are supporting his body, his black hair is hanging down, half-covering his shoulders, the candle is dim, adding a bit of spring scenery to the room for no reason.

"The devil came here in the middle of the night, what advice do you have?" His voice drooped, and he was extremely impatient after hearing it for a while.

"Senior brother..." Cheng Mou sat down next to Yan Song regardless of Yan Song's wishes with a cold wind all over his body. The cool wind made Yan Song shrink back.

Cheng Mou paused for a moment before he realized what he had just done, and subconsciously tucked Yan Song into a quilt.

"Don't dare to be..." After not hearing this name for a long time, Yan Song was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly felt a little mocking, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "How can I be so favored by the devil."

Cheng Mou pursed his lips lightly, his face was like a warm jade under the candlelight: "Today is my birthday."

Yan Song fell silent, turned his head, looked at Cheng Mou quietly, and waited for his next words.

Cheng Mou seemed to have been working on his heart for a long time, and his voice trembled for the first time: "Today is my birthday, do you...do you have anything to give me?"

Yan Song only found it strange, he sneered: "No."

Cheng Mou clenched his fists and clenched his teeth: "Then... I'm about to reach the crown, do you...do you have any good words you want to send to me?"

His appearance actually looks a bit like he is at an important fork in the road between life and death, and it is all up to Yan Song's decision.It seems that as long as Yan Song chooses the right side, he can come back to life.

Yan Song was just surprised, even if Cheng Mou went to Liujiang Wangyue to get his watch, he shouldn't have come to him, so he sneered, turned his head away, with frost in his voice, closed his eyes, and said coldly words:

"No."