The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

"Ding, the hero's blackening value +1, the current blackening value is 100."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the task, the points are being settled..."

"Ding, 10000 points will be rewarded for completing all tasks, 5000 points will be rewarded for the blackening value, and 5000 points will be rewarded for promoting the development of the main story line."

Yan Song was pulled into the system space, and in the vast expanse of whiteness, he saw a light screen suspended in mid-air.

Just now, he was bombarded by the system prompts in a row, and he was still in a daze. Slowly, he also asked the question in his heart,

"567, how did the hero's blackening value be filled up in the end?"

567's mechanical voice was calm and unwavering: "Because of the host, you have completed the fourth mission.

"—Lost love, the hero Cheng Mou has now been completely blackened."

Yan Song was stunned: "Lost love?"

Yan Song couldn't turn this corner for a while, and murmured: "567, you made a mistake."

"Host, the error tolerance rate of my control task is only one in a million. I mean, it is impossible for me to make mistakes."

Yan Song was stunned for a moment, then looked back in a daze, only to see a foggy white system space.

567 sensed his thoughts: "Host, since your mission has been completed, there is no need to look into the past. I will open the portal and send you back to the real world."

"Then what about the [-] points I owe you?"

"This system space has its own arrangements, host, you just need to be patient and wait for my notification."

Yan Song was still a little hesitant. When he knew that the hero's last miss was triggered by himself, guilt began to surge in his heart.

During those days in the magic palace, although they were not free and happy, they were definitely not suffering, and Cheng Mou's feelings were always hidden so deep that he had no way of knowing.

He suddenly wanted to make up for Cheng Mou.

567 opened the teleportation tunnel, and the huge space-time vortex rolled, and began to suck Yan Song towards the entrance.

Forget it, if we have a chance to meet again in the future, we will think about these things again.

Yan Song let himself be drawn into the tunnel by the huge suction force, relaxed his body, and closed his eyes lightly, but at the moment the eyes just closed, the whistle suddenly sounded!

"Drip-drip-an unknown error occurred, an unknown error occurred, an unknown external force intervened, please close the tunnel, please close the tunnel!"

567 was suspended in mid-air, and the blood-red word "error" flashed violently on the light screen.

Yan Song suddenly opened his eyes, and asked anxiously: "567, what's going on!"

567 seemed to be fighting against some huge force, his mechanical voice became intermittent: "Don't worry, host, I will definitely be able to send you back."

In the next moment, a wave-like impact rushed in from the other end of the tunnel. Before Yan Song could call for help, he immediately felt the powerlessness of drowning in the deep sea. He couldn't breathe. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he just opened his mouth. A string of air bubbles gushed out of his throat, and he felt suffocation in his chest. In the middle of nowhere, he seemed to see a cloud of black mist, but the mist seemed to be dispersed instantly by something, and he was powerless to think about it. In the end, he directly Lost consciousness in a piercing white light.

"Host, host..."

The sound in the ear fluctuates from far and near, and there is also a short-circuit sound caused by the failure of electronic equipment.

Yan Song's head hurts badly, he feels his whole body is stiff, the voice calling him in his ear keeps on, Yan Song frowned, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Host, you finally woke up."

Yan Song opened his eyes in a daze, and found that there was a high dome in front of him. He felt that he had slept for a long time, otherwise why he didn't even know where he was.

"Host, to make a long story short, I'm about to run out of electricity and won't last long."

Yan Song blinked, remembering that the voice in his head was called 567, and it was a system.

"Host, you have completed the task. According to the agreement, I should send you back to the real world, but... I encountered some obstacles from external forces, which made our original plan fail. I contended with that force for two months, and finally I lost to him, so I can only suspend the plan and send you back to this body first..."

Yan Song had a series of questions in his mind, he was a little excited, but 567 detected Yan Song's brain waves, and comforted him: "Don't worry, host, I will definitely send you back, the tug-of-war load for the past two months is too heavy , Let my battery run out, I have to go back to recharge it, and these two months have also damaged your soul, if I send you back by force, it may cause a series of sudden dementia that modern medicine cannot explain, The phenomenon of sudden amnesia, in order to avoid trouble, I decided to send you, the host, to a time node to recuperate the soul, and I will pick you up after I finish charging."

Suddenly, 567 seemed to have detected something, and he suddenly became excited: "Host, close your eyes quickly! Play dead, hurry up! The male lead is here, if he finds out, I will send you back, and we won't be able to leave. !quick!"

Yan Song's heart felt cold, he immediately held his breath and tried his best to pretend to be a dead body.

Cheng Mou's footsteps were very light, for fear of disturbing anything, he stood condescendingly in front of Yan Song, his black eyes filled with dead silence.

Thump, thump.

Yan Song felt that Cheng Mou seemed to be squatting down. The two of them were very close, and Yan Song seemed to feel Cheng Mou's heavy breathing.

After being speechless for a while, Cheng Mou suddenly stretched out his hands and took Yan Song's palm.

There is also a blood hole in the middle of Yan Song's palm, which is the wound that has not healed since Cheng Mou disabled Yan Song's right hand.

Yan Song was startled by the scalding temperature in Cheng Mou's hands, and his breathing became involuntarily rapid. He tried his best to restrain himself, but fortunately, Cheng Mou's attention was not on this side, so he didn't let him be exposed.

The next moment, Yan Song felt Cheng Mou gently put his hand on the top of his head.

Yan Song was startled.

Cheng Mou squatted beside the bed, shaking his head slightly, creating the illusion that Yan Song was gently rubbing his head.But Yan Song didn't exert any strength at all, he was just an unconscious "dead body" at the moment.

The hand slid down from the top of Cheng Mou's head. Cheng Mou panicked, held the hand in a hurry, and put it on top of his head unwillingly.

The hand slipped down again.

Cheng Mou stopped moving, and gently put Yan Song's hand back under the quilt, after that, there was no sound for a long while.

Yan Song was startled secretly, and after the shock, he only felt that his heart was full of sadness.The hero is probably not crazy.

Yan Song knew that Cheng Mou was by his side, so he didn't dare to move, but the more he didn't want to move, the more he couldn't restrain his impulse, so that his forehead and palms began to sweat gradually.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Yan Song heard the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and it was Cheng Mou who stood up.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a shadow fall, and something cold and soft fell on his forehead, taking a shallow breath.

Yan Song didn't expect Cheng Mou to do this, and blinked his eyes violently.

How could this kind of change escape the male lead's keen eyes, Cheng Mou immediately widened his eyes, put his hands on Yan Song's side, reluctant to get up, the distance between their faces was only a hair's breadth.

Cheng Mou endured the great surprise, and whispered: "Senior brother... Senior brother, are you back?"

Yan Song: "..." He is just a dead body now.

Cheng Mou felt Yan Song's breath, and simply took his hand: "Brother, are you there... Open your eyes... Let me see."

Yan Song shouted in his head: "567, 567, I've been discovered, take me away!"

In an instant, Yan Song felt a huge force pulling his scalp, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and in a daze, he softly shouted: "It hurts..."

Cheng Mou was both surprised and delighted, he was immersed in great joy and before he came out, he felt the air wave surrounding Yan Song.

Surprised by Yan Song's sound, he picked Yan Song up from the bed, hugged him in his arms, and patted his back lightly. He wanted to coax Yan Song into pain, but he was very clumsy, so clumsy that he didn't know Overwhelmed,

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt if you bear it..."

Yan Song couldn't feel anything, he just felt that the huge suction force was going to suck out his brain, he curled up in pain, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Cheng Mou tightly wrapped his arms around Yan Song's waist, and kept kissing Yan Song's wet forehead, but finally broke down and found that Yan Song's spirit tended to collapse.

In the next second, a huge blood-red magic circle suddenly appeared under Yan Song's body, flowing like viscous red mercury liquid, and the magic circle burst out with a raging demonic energy, but in just a split second, the magical energy seemed to be suppressed by something Stopped, directly caused the light of this magic circle to gradually dim, and the rotation became slower and slower, and finally stopped completely.

The moment the magic circle stopped, Cheng Mou finally couldn't hold it back, his throat was sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of blood. The corner of his mouth hadn't been wiped clean, he moved quickly, and suddenly grabbed Yan Song's hand tightly, begging the same: "Brother ...don't go, okay?"

The blood-red magic circle is a soul-inducing circle, and if the soul-inducing circle stops, it proves that this ray of spirit is unwilling to return.

Cheng Mou held Yan Song's hand tightly, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, time stood still for a long time, so long that Cheng Mou was trembling while holding Yan Song's hand.

Yan Song's breathing kept weakening, and his vital signs gradually declined, until finally, Cheng Mou felt that the person in his arms was completely silent, and his whole face became numb.

"I would like to say goodbye..."

The hoarse ending was swallowed by the roaring wind, and Cheng Mou was finally unable to shout a second time.

If Yan Song had paid careful attention before leaving, he would have found something wrong with Cheng Mou's state.

But he had no time to take care of it. The pain of being torn apart by his soul made him want to die completely in the turbulence of time and space. 567 was worried that he would run out of battery, so he turned on the power saving mode. are the most energy-efficient states.

The weaker the protective effect, the more damage Yan Song will suffer.

When 567 brought him to a safe time point, Yan Song's soul fell into his body, his whole face instantly turned pale, and his head ached.

567's battery was exhausted, and he turned on the backup power before explaining the matter clearly to Yan Song.

It turned out that in the past two months, Cheng Mou had abolished his own magic veins and used all his cultivation to draw a soul-attracting array, just to attract Yan Song's soul and not let him leave.

And 567 was determined to bring Yan Song back to the real world. The two sides spent more than two months like a tug-of-war. In the end, 567 couldn't exhaust it, so he temporarily sent Yan Song back, and the scene just now happened.

However, the two sides fought each other, and the soul-inducing formation also consumed a lot, which allowed 567 to take advantage of the loophole, and took advantage of the hero's inattention before desperately fighting to bring Yan Song out.

Yan Song was in a daze. When he met Cheng Mou when he went back, the sadness exposed by Cheng Mou pierced into his heart like a nail.

To the outside world, he has been in a coma for two months, and Cheng Mou, who has been guarding him, will be fragile, gradually despaired, and overjoyed when he sees hope, but to Yan Song, he just slept. People who are still powerful and powerful suddenly become sensitive and emotional.

This made Yan Song a little unable to accept this fact, not to mention - he knew that he was Cheng Mou's "love".

567's low battery alert sounded, and Yan Song rubbed his forehead, feeling a little helpless.

"Host, now is the time when the male lead was just born, and Shen Jianzhi has just brought him back to the mountain gate, because this is strictly the past, you don't want to do anything to change history, otherwise, this world will collapse."

567 rested for a while, and said: "Host, you don't have to worry too much. I will pick you up when the battery is fully charged. As long as you don't do anything that drastically changes the direction of history, and honestly take your baby to practice, you won't have too much trouble." Stress, here is very good for your recovery."

Yan Song didn't say a word, saying that he had no problem.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and 567 couldn't hold it anymore, so he hurriedly told Yan Song a few words and went back to the main system space to recharge.

A voice came from outside the door: "I would like to resign, are you inside?"

Yan Song shook his body, stood up, and replied: "Yes, Master."

Shen Jianzhi opened the door and came in, holding a baby in his arms, with a smile in his eyes: "I would like to resign, I have brought you back a little brother."

Yan Song stood where he was, feeling dazed.