The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Yan Song looked at the carved pattern beside the bed, waiting for the 567 system report in his mind, but after a while, his mind was still silent.

Puzzled in his heart, he secretly looked at Cheng Mou through the cover of his hanging hair, but unexpectedly, Cheng Mou's face was calm, and his eyes never left for a moment while the candlelight was dancing, and kept on him.

Yan Song's heart skipped a beat, he hastily looked away, he was caught peeking, the panic rising in his heart made him frantically explore on the edge of OOC.

Cheng Mou's eyebrows and the corners of his mouth seem to be curved in an imperceptible way, and there is an emotion in his eyes that Yan Song can't distinguish. The candlelight falls into his eyes, and Yan Song's figure is tightly wrapped in the small flame.

"In that case..." Cheng Mou's voice became hoarse, but still calm, "Then I want an explanation from you."

Yan Song made the expression on his face cool down, then looked at him indifferently: "Devil Lord, just ask."

"After I tested my aptitude when I was five years old, why did you suddenly hate me? Is it really because... I'm a trash who can't cultivate..."

Yan Song sneered: "Don't I need a reason to hate you?"

Cheng Mou had a self-deprecating smile on his lips: "I really admired you when I was young."

Yan Songhun didn't care: "I don't remember."

Cheng Mou paused for a moment, and in the next moment, he fixed Yan Song's gaze firmly. His gaze was extremely penetrating, as if he could see through Yan Song's soul in an instant, making all his lies invisible.

Yan Song suppressed his smile, and looked away indifferently.

——The surface is as stable as an old dog, but the heart is flustered like a jumping rabbit.

When Cheng Mou was five years old, he hadn't come yet, so how did he know the author's setting and background?How did he know how the original owner treated the hero?He also wanted to answer the male lead's question, but he really - didn't know!

Yan Song's answer made Cheng Mou's anger rush to his head, veins popped out of his forehead, and his fists were clenched.

"Yan Song, do you really think that if you did those things secretly, you can really restrain me, and I have no reason to kill you?"

Yan Song sneered, and calmly met Shang Chengmou's gaze: "What have I done?"

Cheng Mou was speechless for a moment, he had nowhere to vent his anger, the teacup in his hand was crushed by him, the shards of porcelain cut his palm, blood flowed out from the palm, the stinging pain eroded his body bit by bit Reasonable, but this little pain, how can it compare to the overwhelming pain that he felt when he was in a mess, and the day when several kinds of poisons were released on Yan Song's body together?

Cheng Mou's eyes were gradually bloodshot, and the broken porcelain was embedded in his palm, making his flesh bloody in an instant.

Yan Song didn't go to see him, he stared at the dancing candlelight in a daze.

"On Lingduan Peak, I saw my own tomb." Cheng Mou's breathing gradually calmed down, "Liu Jiang Wangyue and the two of them said...you always stare there in a daze, Yan Song..."

Cheng Mou stood up suddenly and looked down at him condescendingly: "You have me in your heart, Yan Song."

Yan Song: "..."

"Little bastard, why do I have him in my heart? What is he thinking about? Is this a sequela left by the shadow of childhood?"

"Host, I still feel that something is wrong with the male lead..."

"You son of a bitch, what kind of feelings do you think I have for him, brotherhood? Nonsense, my love for him is obviously a father's love!"

Yan Song couldn't listen anymore, he summoned Changge, held it in his hand, and stabbed Cheng Mou with the shining blade: "Get out!"

After yelling, Yan Song found that he was weak, and he could look inside, and found that his cultivation had stopped at the early stage of Bigu, and his dantian had leaked into a sieve, and the more he used his spiritual power, the less and less he was. Spirit period.

Cheng Mou didn't dodge, he also noticed that Yan Song's internal friction was not good, his eyes flashed with pain, facing the shining sword blade, he didn't move at all.

Yan Song's hands and feet were weak, and he panicked when he saw that Cheng Mou couldn't move. He loosened the strength in his hand, and the tip of the sword turned directly to Cheng Mou. The trajectory of the sword was completely chaotic. Yan Song couldn't stabilize his body. Stretching out his hand to pull, Yan Song did not forget to avoid Cheng Mou's hand in just a few breaths. He would rather fall to the ground by himself than have any contact with Cheng Mou.

Cheng Mou's hand froze in mid-air, and after a long silence, he slowly withdrew his hand.

The moment Yan Song fell to the ground, a sound rang in his head at the same time: "Ding, the hero's blackening value is +5, and the current blackening value is 95."

As time went on, the blackening value became more difficult to grow, and since that day, Cheng Mou rarely came to him again, Yan Song tried his best, but the blackening value only increased by 2, and it has stagnated at 97 for nearly half months.

Yan Songcha didn't think about food or food, just because of the last three blackening points, he was so worried that he was haggard.

567 had no choice but to erase some points debts for him, plus the points he earned, so far, only 50000 points of debt remained.

567 expressed joy and congratulations.

Yan Song once asked 567 how to pay off the remaining debts, but 567 was also vague, only that he would make his own arrangements when the time came.

The peach tree on Lingduan Peak was transplanted here, every day as long as Yan Song opens the window, he can see the vigorous vitality of the flowers watered by his spiritual power.

Yan Song's eyes were stained with spring, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

When he was in a happy mood, he suddenly felt a fluffy thing under his feet. He lowered his head to look in surprise, and happened to see the civet civet circling his legs and acting coquettishly.

Yan Song: "..."

Cheng Mou brought it all back from Canglong Snow Mountain?

567's voice suddenly sounded: "Master, it is now the end of the mission, you are allowed to have a certain degree of human destruction without causing any punishment, this is what I bargained hard with the main system, you are not happy Thank me!"

Yan Song didn't want to have any response to 567, he thought he could finally pet the cat openly, lifted his robe, squatted down, gently scratched the civet's chin, and said softly: "What's your name?"

The civet let out a "meow", and Yan Songfu felt his heart, and smiled softly: "Can I call you meow?"

The civet is much easier to serve than the little phoenix, and it doesn't have any requirements for Yan Song's name. When Yan Song called it, it immediately meowed and moved closer.

Yan Song was so teased by Miaomiao that his lips parted, his eyebrows and eyes curved: "You don't hold grudges."

Yan Song was teasing the cat, with a gentle smile in his eyes, when he felt the breeze blowing behind him, he suddenly raised his head to look, his hand stopped in the soft fur of the cat.

Cheng Mou pursed his lips, stood far away by the door, tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be some soft smiles hidden in his eyes.

Yan Song didn't move for a moment, and there was only one thought in his mind...Heaven's wronged me!

All the Zhongsi knew that senior brother Qing Yuanzong hated any furry animals, but now, senior senior brother smiled stupidly, and his hands were stuck in the civet's fur for a long time and could not be pulled out.

Yan Song's clothes were thin, and his hair was loosely tied behind his head with a headband. When he squatted down, his long hair was already hanging on the ground.

Cheng Mou saw Yan Song's bare feet at a glance, he stepped forward slowly, and held out a hand to Yan Song, with the palm facing up, motioning for him to use his strength to stand up.

Yan Song didn't appreciate it, he avoided Cheng Mou's implicitly expecting gaze, put his hand on the corner of the table, and stood up slowly.

Cheng Mou squatted down, gently pinched Yan Song's ankle, wrapped his other hand around his cold sole, and said:

"Let's go to the snow mountain to watch the sunrise, I have already promised you."

Yan Song's pupils were wide open, he turned his head suddenly, reflexively wanted to kick him hard, but he didn't expect that Cheng Mou's hands were still like iron hoops, he raised his head and whispered: "Don't reject me, okay."

Yan Song frowned, and had been working hard to break free from Cheng Mou's imprisonment, but he didn't expect that his current state could not be compared with before, and he was out of breath after a little movement, which directly caused his body to lean back, and he was about to fall fall.

Cheng Mou wanted to fly up to embrace Yan Song, but suddenly a picture of him not wanting to touch himself appeared in his mind. He was stabbed in the eye, and instead used devilish energy to form balls to support Yan Song's body .

Yan Song half-lyed on the cloud formed by the condensed demonic energy, his smile turned cold.

"That's fine."

Canglong Snow Mountain is located at the junction of Demon Realm and Zhongsi, where the weather is cold and the living beings are far away.

With selfishness in mind, Cheng Mou sent someone to make a fiery red fox fur cloak for Yan Song. Yan Song was always used to wearing plain colors, even when he was disguised as Jiang Che and Qianyu, he was usually dressed in white. Song's only time in a bright red dress was the day when he first met Qianyu.

Cheng Mou tilted his head, looked at Yan Song, and silently passed the demon energy to him, trying to help him resist the cold, but Yan Song found out, so he mercilessly used what little he had left. The spiritual power broke through the shield of magic energy.

Cheng Mou's eyes were gloomy, he stopped against the snowstorm, Yan Song ignored him, and continued to move forward, Cheng Mou moved in front of him, blocking Yan Song's way of action.

Yan Song raised his eyelids lightly, his eyes slid to his face, and then slid away like a fish, ready to go around him and continue walking.

Cheng Mou directly stopped him, took his hand, fastened the cloak carefully for him, and did not let go of Yan Song's hand until no wind could blow in, and took a step back politely.

Yan Song seemed to be stained with something dirty, he shook his hand a few times, glanced at him, and continued to walk forward.

Cheng Mou turned sideways, looking at Yan Song's footsteps stepping on the thick snow, his lips moved, as if he wanted to shout something, but in the end he didn't make a sound.

On the snow-capped field, Yan Song is as small as a mustard seed. The dark sky dyes the thick snow dark and gray, and the snow gradually falls, reflecting Yan Song's figure as if faded, and the white snow gradually washes the fiery red into an old dark red , even so, he seemed to be in the center of the world, the only color.

Yan Song insisted on climbing the mountain on foot. He believed that as long as he accomplished this, he would have meaning in existence.

Cheng Mou had no reason to refuse, and let Yan Song think.

The two of them had already climbed the mountain for more than two hours against the wind and snow. Yan Song refused to rest, and Cheng Mou would not say anything. It was not until dawn that Yan Song really stood on the top of Canglong Snow Mountain. peak.

"fake."

Yan Song said this out of nowhere, Cheng Mou turned his head to look at him puzzled.

"The legend that one can cultivate the righteous way after reaching the top of the mountain," Yan Song looked at the east, "it's false."

Cheng Mou's heart sank severely.

The genius of Zhong Si in the past, the cultivator at the peak of Danhua, now his cultivation base has regressed crazily, and has retreated to the strength of an outer disciple leading the spirit, who can bear it?

The two were silent for a moment, Cheng Mou keenly felt that Yan Song's breathing stopped for a moment, his heart trembled, and he turned his head to look east.

White light gradually appeared in the east, and the two stood side by side, waiting quietly.

The period of waiting seemed extremely long, Yan Song felt as if he had been waiting for a century, and was in a daze, when the circles of his eyes suddenly lit up, he saw a very short arc emerging from the distant horizon.

Just the appearance of that small arc, half of the eastern sky became clear in an instant, and the golden light mercilessly pierced through the clouds and dispersed to the more distant sky.

Yan Song didn't even blink his eyes.

The sun is rolling, as if trying to get rid of the confinement of the dark region, rushing to the vast world regardless of one's own body.

The fire from the sky burns down, brilliant and gorgeous, and finally merges with the rising sun. In an instant, the whole sky is bright, and the eyes are suddenly clear, and there are no shadows anywhere as far as the eyes can see. The snow that covers the mountains is covered with a layer. In the golden red light, there are only two people standing side by side on the top of the snow mountain, lonely but empty.

Cheng Mou looked at him sideways, and suddenly remembered what Qianyu had said.

There is a beautiful sunrise on Canglong Snow Mountain. After they go out, they will go to see it together.

Cheng Mou suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, such a good Qianyu, such a good Yan Song, had been completely ruined by him.