The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

"567, you said, now the male lead stretches out his hand, and then I stand in front of him and jump from here, does it count as being pushed down by him and dying in the male lead's hands?"

"Of course, if you are willing to spread in the cultivation world that senior brother Qing Yuanzong died by falling off a cliff, which is an extremely stupid way of death."

Yan Song thought for a while, and he still hoped that he could die handsomely.

Cheng Mou noticed that Yan Song was distracted, and asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Yan Song stretched out his hand from under the cloak, and tightly pinched the joint of the cloak around his neck to prevent the cold wind from pouring in.

Yan Song's inner clothes are thin. As a cultivator, he has used spiritual energy to protect his body for a long time. Even if he has lost his cultivation, he is not used to adding clothes to the cold like ordinary people. That little arrogance.

He stretched out his hand, revealing a wrist that was blue and white from the cold. His fingers were pale and slender, trembling slightly in the cold wind.

Cheng Mou leaned forward and wrapped Yan Song's hand with his warm palm.Cheng Mou keenly noticed that Yan Song's whole body froze, his heart sank, and the distance between the two narrowed even more. At that moment, Yan Song's face was terribly gloomy, Cheng Mou held on tightly, and he Unable to break free, he frowned and wanted to pull out his other hand to help, but Cheng Mou predicted it first, his eyes sank, his lips were pursed, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he let go of his hand as if giving in.

"Ding, the hero's blackening value +1, the current total blackening value is 96."

Yan Song was ready to leave, but before he could take a step, he heard Cheng Mou's words in a trance, "Which one of you is the real you?"

When going down the mountain, Yan Song didn't care about the scenery around him, he just wanted to die early and be reborn sooner, so he quickly increased his blackening value to 100, and then returned to the real world to continue his life of salted fish.

Cheng Mou kept falling five steps behind him, no more and no less, so precise that it made one's scalp tingle.

The two were speechless all the way, when Yan Song was feeling exhausted and wanted to take a break, he lowered his head and suddenly saw a fiery red phoenix feather floating in front of him.

Phoenix?

The alarm beeped in Yan Song's mind, and the ominous premonition in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, a clear and clear cry came from the distant sky. The phoenix bird raised its neck and screamed, its sharp beak shone with dazzling golden lights. Wherever it went, bright flames ignited in the sky. The phoenix opened the way, and the fire clouds branched. All dragging the scorching sky fire.

Fenghuang had already seen Yan Song, and gradually extinguished the temperature around his body, from a scorching divine bird, with a bang, he turned into a warm chick after removing the edge.

There is no doubt that this is the coquettish and clingy Jiujiu.

Yan Song subconsciously put his palms together to catch the falling chicken cubs. The chicken cubs don't recognize people, but only smell and spirit, so it didn't surprise Yan Song and Cheng Mou that it could recognize Yan Song.

It's just that Cheng Mou's eyes flickered, and his eyes were full of pain.

Warcraft can still recognize people, why can't he?

At that moment, Cheng Mou couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, a sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him crazily, he couldn't blame others, he could only blame himself, for being cruel, for being ignorant, for being blind.

Jiujiu affectionately pecked at Yan Song's palm, his warm body rubbed back and forth on Yan Song's palm, and was constantly sending heat towards him, Yan Song saw that the eyes of the bright yellow chick mung bean were full of his own Look, the mood gradually improved.

After returning to the magic palace, Cheng Mou and Yan Song were still the same. Cheng Mou didn't know how to treat Yan Song, and always had a cautious feeling of flattering towards him, while Yan Song was alienated and indifferent, which often made him helpless.

Cheng Mou always recalled the things of his childhood, and he would go to the side hall to tell Yan Song on a whim, Yan Song always looked indifferent, gently stroking the civet's fur, absent-minded.

Sometimes having to respond and only saying "I don't remember" or "I don't know" is frustrating.

Phoenix and the cat always fight, in order to compete for Yan Song's favor, sometimes when Yan Song is sucking the cat, the chicken cub will wobble over, squeeze Yan Song's hand away with its wings, and then let his hand cover his soft little On the plush, every time this happens, Yan Song will smile: "Why are you so domineering?"

Jiujiu crossed his hips and straightened out his small chest, looking airy.

Yan Song knew that Cheng Mou was watching his every move, Cheng Mou would know what he said and what he did.It didn't matter to him, the greater the contrast to Cheng Mou, the more comfortable he felt.

These days, Shen Jianzhi is busy rebuilding the Qing Yuanzong, and he keeps urging people to come to Moyu to beg for Yan Song's body.One wave after another, no matter what, we must see people alive and corpses dead.

Cheng Mou never hurt Qing Yuanzong's disciples again, but he was never polite. The monarch of the Demon Realm would only look at the face of the one in the side hall of the Demon Palace, and the others were nothing.

No matter who came here, they could only return disappointed in the end.

Yan Song didn't know it at all, he concentrated on working hard and continued his great cause of promoting black value.

However, for several months, the blackening value was stuck at 98 and did not move at all. If he hadn't been confirming with 567, he would really have thought that the full score of blackening value was 98.

Yan Song is like a pregnant woman with dystocia, who is about to become an adult, being blackened all day long by this bastard and tortured until she is out of shape, while 567 is like an experienced midwife, who has a whole body of experience, but the child is stuck in the stomach and comes out Not coming.

It was almost a cry of "strength".

Yan Song tried desperately for several days, but the blackening value was still as stable as a mountain.He decided to rest for a few days to give himself some nutrition. He really didn't want to fight with Cheng Mou again.

That night, Yan Song was wearing his coat and reading by the lamp, the room was dimly lit, his hair was hanging down and wrapped around his shoulders, the cat and Phoenix nestled at his feet, soundly asleep.

There is a breeze outside the house, the windows are open, and occasionally peach petals blow into the house, and the soft pink falls in the shadows, which will not be noticed.

On this quiet and soft night, the master of Demon Realm disappeared and stood under the brilliantly blooming peach tree by the window, with the light of candles dancing in his eyes, doing something that his subordinates wanted to break their heads. I would never think of something - peeping.

The more time passed, the more Cheng Mou figured it out. Of course he still hated Yan Song. The ten-year hatred of bullying took root in his heart like a sapling. into a towering tree.But it was true that Yan Song bullied him, tortured him, and threatened him, so how should we explain what Jiang Che and Qian Yu did?

Before he was five years old, before the five spirit roots were exposed, he remembered a lot. Yan Song treated him very gently, so that when he was ignorant, he was the one who admired, relied on, and trusted. Even... If that kind of feeling rises one step further, it will be beyond redemption...

Love.

He hated Yan Song, he just wanted to take out Yan Song's heart and blood, and see what was inside.If Yan Song made one of them to the extreme, making him hate or love extremely, neither of them may reach this point, but Yan Song mixed these two roles together, gradually forming a complex contradictory body , so that he can't love, and hate can't be at ease.

So much so that he ended up making a big mistake.

Cheng Mou raised his head to look at Yan Song's figure. Yan Song's expression was relaxed at the moment, holding the pages of the book with his slender fingers, turning a page from time to time, sleeping soundly, twitching his feet from time to time, sometimes kicking Jiu Jiu down, Jiu Jiu was so angry Fried hair, Yan Song chuckled softly, bent over slightly, held the chick in his palm, and placed it directly on his lap.

At this moment, Cheng Mou only felt that he had never really understood Yan Song.

Another gust of wind blew, and the peach petals fluttered down, but one petal came towards Cheng Mou's direction. Cheng Mou's invisibility was not complete, it just made his body transparent. Therefore, the petal touched Cheng Mou's body. At that time, the trajectory changed suddenly, and it fell in another direction with a trajectory that modern mechanics could not explain.

Yan Song's five senses are sensitive, and even a small petal's abnormality cannot escape his perception. His eyes flashed, and he turned his head suddenly. It seemed that there were two long knives hidden in his eyes.

"Since the devil is here, why don't you come in and have a seat?"

Cheng Mou knew that he was exposed, so he stopped hiding and appeared, only to hear the door leaf open and close gently, Yan Song followed the prestige, and happened to see Cheng Mou holding a small broken iron sword in his hand. Just hold it in your hand.

The all-powerful Demon Lord held it, which looked quite funny.And Zhu Mo didn't know where he threw it, he just held the small iron sword in his hand cherishedly, stood at the door and stared at him.

The emotions in Cheng Mou's eyes are always very complicated, so complicated that Yan Song can't understand at all, he only feels that Cheng Mou's gaze sometimes overwhelms him, and as long as he meets those gazes, he seems to be drowning in the bottomless water. in the abyss.

Yan Song looked away, lit a few more candles, looked at Cheng Mou, and waited for his words.

Cheng Mou was a little hesitant, holding the iron sword carefully, and asked softly, "Do you remember this sword?"

Yan Song just glanced at it, and after searching for the memory in his mind to no avail, he lowered his eyelids and said, "I don't remember."

Cheng Mou's mood became a little unstable for a moment, he tried his best to hold back, suppressed the trembling of his voice, and said, "This is your thing."

Yan Song was not interested at all, and replied lightly: "If I don't remember, then it's something I left behind at some point, and it's useless."

"Ding, the hero's blackening value +1, the current total blackening value is 99."

For a moment, the voice of 567 was like discovering a new continent, each sound was louder and louder, and the excitement was extremely high.

"Hey, it's grown, it's grown, it's finally grown!"

Yan Song had no doubt that if 567 had thighs, it would have happily patted it.

Yan Song also felt relieved, his mood became more relaxed, and even his emotions softened.

Just when the civet woke up, he patted his leg to make the civet jump up. All his movements were coherent and natural, and he was relaxed and gentle with the cat and the phoenix.

Cheng Mou was suddenly very jealous, because Yan Song was lifeless when facing him.