The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

The night was still long, Yan Song was leaning on the couch, almost turning over the book in his hand, and did not listen to Cheng Mou's second sentence.But I don't know why this demon king is crazy, he just stays in the house and refuses to leave, Yan Song is so sleepy, and he can't ignore this ancestor, just climb into bed and go to sleep, but he is really too lazy to talk to Cheng Mou, for a while , The two were so stiff.

Yan Song used the cover of the book to sneak his gaze over to Cheng Mou for the unknown number of times, and found that Cheng Mou was always sitting firmly on the mountain, showing no signs of leaving in the slightest.

Yan Song finally couldn't bear it anymore, and summoned Changge with the little remaining spiritual power. He stood up, holding the long sword at an angle, pointing the tip of the sword at Cheng Mou's chest: "Go out and have a competition."

The blade of the sword is sprinkled with moonlight, which is as cold as water, and the temperament of the sword master is as cold as ice.Cheng Mou slowly raised his eyelids, and watched Yan Song's Guao hold the sword all over. After that image was firmly imprinted in his mind, he lifted his lips and smiled: "I will accompany you to the end."

Moonlit night, peach blossom, sword.

Although Yan Song has no spiritual power, he still remembers his sword moves. Although he has a pretentious appearance, he is also extremely fierce.

Cheng Mou was holding the small iron sword, and most of the time he was on the defensive, defending every move without leaking.

When the swords meet, both of them are working on attacking, using attack to stop the attack, the rhythm of the two is getting faster and faster, the peach blossoms are flying, falling on the tip of the sword.

The sound of gold and jade striking each other resounded throughout the small courtyard.Although the small iron sword was dilapidated, it was extremely hard, Yan Song couldn't imagine how sharp it would be if it was brand new.

Cheng Mou obviously realized this too, his eyes were indistinguishable, his face became more and more serious, but his hand holding the sword became tighter and tighter.

This sword is really a treasure.

Yan Song is no different from ordinary people at this time, his physical strength is gradually exhausted, and finally a big flaw is revealed, and Cheng Mou catches him, and the iron sword points at Yan Song's heart.

Cheng Mou's voice was hoarse: "Brother, you lost."

After finishing speaking, he was about to withdraw his sword, when suddenly, a gust of wind picked up, and the peach blossoms floated down like rain, covering his eyes within a few breaths.

The next moment, he suddenly felt that the tip of the sword hit something soft.He was not worried at first, because the iron sword was corroded and blunt, even if it touched someone, it would not cause any harm, so he confidently used the sword to compete with Yan Song.

But when he wanted to withdraw the sword but found that the sword could not be retracted, panic surged in his heart.

He couldn't move his whole body, only his eyes could move freely.

The petals fell quickly, and in just a few short breaths, when he could see the things in front of him clearly, he found that there was a pale hand on the blade.

Yan Song held the blade of the sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at his heart. He raised his head and smiled cruelly:

"Yes, I lost."

Cheng Mou was surprised. He frowned and wanted to pull the iron sword back, but found that his hands were weak and he couldn't pull the sword at all. All attempts were in vain.

"I didn't expect that the Demon Lord would also be poisoned, otherwise you thought I was locked here by you for several months, what am I doing?

"It's just a paralytic, you don't have to worry about it."

Yan Song grabbed the iron sword and pressed it against his heart. The blunt sword cut the flesh, which was even more unbearable than Ling Chi.Cheng Mou's eyes trembled, and he felt like a blunt sword was poking in his heart, a hole was exposed in his heart, which hurt like Yan Song.

He couldn't take it anymore, and desperately bit the tip of his tongue to restore his ability to move, but he heard a painful chuckle:

"Don't try, it's useless."

The iron sword had already submerged into Yan Song's body, Cheng Mou glared at him, his voice hoarse: "Yan Song, what on earth are you trying to do!"

"I...Of course I want to die," Yan Song's palm holding the blade began to ooze blood, "Isn't this your wish, I will fulfill it for you."

Unable to bear the tremor in his heart, Cheng Mou couldn't bear the tremor in his heart. He opened his eyes wide and couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood. His mouth was full of blood:

"Yan Song, Yan Song, Yan Jinci! Listen carefully, I...I want you to die, and I want you to die under the torture of my own hands. Who allows you to die so quickly?"

Yan Song felt that the sword had pierced into his heart, he began to stand unsteadily, his mind was blank, the pieces of flesh and blood cut off by his turning the iron sword were washed down by the blood flow, poured on the ground, dyed the ground An ominous black-red.

"But I... can't wait."

Yan Song gritted his teeth to hold on, and walked forward with a ruthless sword. The rusted iron sword pierced through his heart in an instant, and pierced from his back. The tip of the sword was bleeding, and the blood flow washed away the rusted debris. , revealing the bright silver blade inside.

This body has no spiritual power, the spiritual power will no longer wash away the tendons and heal the wound, and Yan Song's dantian has been destroyed, no one can save him.

Cheng Mou yelled and shut up, and then mobilized all the devilish energy in his body to forcefully rush away the poison of the paralyzing drug. He immediately let go of the hand holding the sword, his face full of despair, but he also wanted to check Yan Song's injury, but he As soon as it was loosened, Yan Song lost his support, and his whole body fell forward, his knees softened, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Cheng Mou stood still in a daze, only to see Yan Song hunched over, with his head down, smashing into his arms.

It was the first shapeless hug the two of them had had in years.

The blood was still flowing, Cheng Mou tremblingly put his hand on Yan Song's back, he didn't dare to move, he only felt that the person in his arms was very light and there was no sound.

"Yan Song, Yan Song, do you really...hate me so much?"

Yan Song only felt a strong sense of powerlessness coming from deep in his body. He didn't want to move or talk, but the embrace in front of him was surprisingly warm.

"Even if I die... I will die... in front of you."

"Ding, the male protagonist's blackening value is +1, and the current blackening value is 100. Congratulations to the host for completing the mission achievement 'helping the tyrant'. Please escape to the host within an hour, and the expiration date will not be waited."

Cheng Mou felt that his head was hurting, his heart was hurting, his eyes were full of bright red blood, and there was a feeling fermenting in his heart that he had never felt before.

In fact, he never wanted Yan Song to die.

Cheng Mou was completely panicked, trying to heal Yan Song's wound, but in a daze, he passed the demonic energy over.

When the cultivator encountered the devil's energy, he was incompatible, which actually made Yan Song's situation worse. Yan Song's spirit was completely sluggish, and the blood that flowed out turned abnormally black.

Yan Song tried his best, raised his head and tried his best to smile: "Thank you for sending me this journey, then... I'll take a step first... what you owe me, what I owe you, those... I... I will take care of it .”

The smile was weak, with the pleasure of revenge, and when the words fell, he was exhausted, and his head drooped weakly.

At the moment when Yan Song's head was unable to hang down, Cheng Mou only felt that a certain string was broken, and there was a buzzing sound, which made him dizzy.There was a blood hole in my heart, sour water, bitter water and blood poured into that hole together.

His hands trembled violently, his eyes were blurred as if there was water, he couldn't believe it, he supported Yan Song's head with his hands, and when he let go, Yan Song's head drooped again.

The black hair was stained with blood, and a few strands of hair fell from his forehead, wet with sweat, and stuck to Yan Song's cheeks. Yan Song's eyes were tightly closed, his face was still cool and beautiful, but there was no sound.

Cheng Mou still refused to believe it. He tried several times in vain, but this man would never raise his haughty chin again, make a beautiful gesture of raising his hand, and point his sword at him with an awe-inspiring expression. up.

The next moment, he raised his hand suddenly, his right hand caught Yan Song's chin, and his fingers tightly gripped his chin. Cheng Mou's phalanx turned white, and Yan Song's face was deformed with such force that Yan Song's face was pinched with blood dripping from the corner of Yan Song's mouth. out.

Seeing this, Cheng Mou gritted his teeth and turned Yan Song's face to his side, weeping blood every word:

"Yan Jinci, do you want to die?"

Cheng Mou's eyes were red, with an unseen fragility in his eyes: "Remember, it's not that easy."