The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Yan Song hadn't been to Canglong Snow Mountain for a long time. The sudden cold air made him shiver. He was about to release his spiritual energy to protect his body when he suddenly felt warm all over his body. He turned his head to look and found that Fang Qingwen was one step ahead of him. Wearing an aura mask.

Yan Song said: "Thank you."

Fang Qingwen turned half of his body and looked at him intently: "You're welcome, this is my job."

Yan Song thought to himself, why is this your duty? Do you have enough spiritual power for a period of spiritual guidance?

Of course, he just thought about these words in his heart.

Since Zhongsi's cultivation world fell behind eight years ago, Canglong Snow Mountain has become a gray area without jurisdiction, and the presence of monsters has become more and more blatant. The two have killed many monsters that raided them along the way. Fortunately, the monsters are not strong. Before Song could make a move, they were all wiped out by Fang Qingwen like chopping melons and vegetables.

Yan Song was amazed. He always felt that Fang Qingwen could observe a very strong sense of disobedience. He has a strong ability to predict the crisis, and he can even predict what path the monster will choose when he is mentally tense. Count to attack him.Yan Song carefully observed his moves and the trajectory of his sword, and always felt that Fang Qingwen's poor spiritual power was not enough for his excellent crisis awareness.

After the monster screamed and died down, Yan Song moved to Fang Qingwen's side: "What state are you in?"

Generally speaking, those with high cultivation bases can easily see the realm and strength of those with low cultivation bases, but not vice versa. Yan Song deliberately asked aloud in order to follow Fang Qingwen's words.

Fang Qingwen wiped off the dirty blood on the sword: "Let me tell you, don't be a joke if you don't have mercy."

"how come."

"I'm only at the stage of guiding spirituality now, so it's hard for me to take on a big responsibility, and I'll make Brother Wuci laugh at me."

Yan Song looked at him with raised eyelids: "Qingwen, you are very skilled, but has your dantian been damaged?"

Fang Qingwen shook his head: "I was born with poor talent, mediocre aptitude of the four spiritual roots, and my cultivation focused on physical exercise, and spiritual energy became the icing on the cake, so I..."

"Did it come out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood?"

Fang Qingwen's emotions froze for a moment. He lowered his eyes and closed his eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes."

Yan Song suddenly didn't know how to answer, that memory must also be a bloody and cruel history for Fang Qingwen.

Yan Song kept silent, and looked up at the boundless snowfield, just when everything was silent, he suddenly noticed a very faint wisp of devilish energy.

He looked around, and there was no one around, nor a beast.

Yan Song quietly set his gaze on Fang Qingwen.

——It is absolutely impossible for the demonic energy to emerge from him.

Fang Qingwen looked calm, and met Yan Song's eyes: "What's the matter?"

Yan Song stared into Fang Qingwen's eyes: "Have you noticed the devilish energy around us?"

Yan Song began to have some bad thoughts in his heart. Although he could protect himself along the way, Fang Qingwen helped him a lot after all, and he didn't want to doubt Fang Qingwen's identity.

However, if Fang Qingwen really had ulterior motives, deliberately tricked him into ambush by his side, tricked him into the Demon Realm and had another purpose, then he would never tolerate it.

Fang Qingwen looked at Yan Song's eyes that were definitely not kind, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Maybe you are talking about this."

Fang Qingwen took out a phalanx of a small monster from his bosom, raised his head again, his eyes were full of innocence, he stared at Yan Song without blinking, unwilling to miss any moment of Yan Song's expression.

Yan Song: "..."

Why do you carry such things with you?

Fang Qingwen looked at Yan Song's face that was going to be stiff or not, smiling or angry, his brows and eyes were slightly curved, and then the corners of his mouth sank: "Warcraft are also kind of cute and psychic. I once raised a civet, It's a pity that it has a limited lifespan, it passed away two years ago, and I..."

"It means a lot to me. I wanted it to stay with me all the time, so I thought of this way."

Yan Song looked at the phalanx, looked away, and stopped doubting.

The deeper you go, the closer you get to the entrance of the Demon Realm, the stronger the monsters will be back and forth. Fang Qingwen suggested finding a hidden place to rest for a while. Yan Song calculated the time, thinking that he should also fall into a dream and return to the real world. went.

He had no objection, and the two found a nearby cave to go in. Fang Qingwen lit a bonfire and asked Yan Song to sit by the fire to warm up.

On the other hand, he was busy at the side, taking out blankets, dry food, and even a piece of dried meat from the space ring.

The things are complete, the operation is skilled, and the personnel are professional.

Yan Song is amazing x2

Recalling Fang Qingwen's method of lighting the bonfire just now, he sat closer and said, "You just made a fire with dead wood, but what you practiced is the skill of the fire root?"

Yan Song suddenly approached, Fang Qingwen didn't react, his body froze for a very short time, he glanced at Yan Song, found that Yan Song's expression was normal, hid his emotions, and replied seriously:

"My four spiritual roots are fire, water, wood, and metal. I have dabbled in all four kinds of exercises, but I am not diligent. I am just used to showing people the fire root."

Yan Song curled his lips: "That's still convenient." He suddenly remembered that when he was in the mausoleum of the devil emperor, he was very envious of Cheng Mou's ability to make fire out of thin air, how convenient it was to eat barbecue.

Thinking of Cheng Mou, Yan Song's expression was a little sad.

Fang Qingwen was taken aback for a moment, not understanding the meaning of Yan Song's words.

Yan Song suppressed his emotions, smiled without saying a word, and stretched out his hand to warm the fire.His current demeanor is very much like a cat that has found a source of heat in the cold winter and is satisfied, his eyes are so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes.

Fang Qingwen looked at him for a long time, still seemed to be puzzled by his words, spread the blanket gently, then turned to look at him: "Wuci, it's getting late, let's rest after eating."

Although practitioners do not need to eat or sleep after bigu, it is not absolute. If necessary, everything can be done as usual.

Yan Song had been coveting that piece of jerky for a long time, and was worrying how he should open his mouth to ask Fang Qingwen for it, but Fang Qingwen's question made him want nothing more.

Along the way, he had a good impression of Fang Qingwen. Fang Qingwen was as gentle as a ball of cotton soaked in warm water, soft and warm, spreading to the corners and corners without deliberateness. It was a very comfortable state.He intuitively felt that Fang Qingwen was not a bad person, so he let go of all his defenses and showed his soft inside.

With no burden in his heart, he couldn't help but become curious about this person. Taking advantage of Fang Qingwen's words, he naturally sat down next to him, tilted his head sideways, and asked, "Qingwen, can I ask what kind of brother you are?" person?"

Fang Qingwen narrowed his eyes and used a small knife to cut the jerky. He cut off the tenderest piece and handed it to Yan Song. He stopped and said, "My senior brother..."

"He is a very gentle person." Fang Qingwen also met Yan Song's eyes, "He is also a very good person, but his personality is changeable. Sometimes I can't figure out what he really is like."

"But he...has always been nice to me."

After he finished speaking, seeing Yan Song finished eating that piece of meat, he cut another piece and handed it to him.

Yan Song was still indulging in the fantasies of Fang Qingwen's senior brother, and he had already pictured a person who was as beautiful as a fairy and extremely gentle in his mind. He bit the piece of meat and said indistinctly: "It seems that he put You teach well too."

Fang Qingwen stared at Yan Song firmly, watched his hamster chewing all over, his brows and eyes became softer, and soft flames fell into his pupils, denying Yan Song's words.

"He just taught me how to lie."

Yan Song: "..." With a snap, the hamster was so shocked that the food fell to the ground, covered with dust, and could not be eaten.

Hearing Fang Qingwen's low laugh, he cut off another piece of meat for Yan Song, handed it to him, and said, "It's not what you think, he's lying to me, but in a way, he has also made me a success."

Listening to Fang Qingwen's words, Yan Song fell into deep thought. He was also a senior brother back then, but he was far from reaching this level. He secretly compared with Fang Qingwen's senior brother in his heart, and felt that he was instantly weak.

He swallowed the last bite of meat, a little embarrassed: "I also had a senior brother back then, but I am not as powerful as your senior brother."

Fang Qingwen looked at him quietly.

"Children," Yan Song rubbed his nose, showing a wry smile, "I always feel that there are some things he won't take seriously, and he will forget them after a while, and I also said some unrealistic things to him, I didn't realize it until recently."

"He understands everything, and he understands everything. I underestimated him too much."

Fang Qingwen asked: "Then your junior brother is still alive?"

Yan Song got a little annoyed when he thought of this: "I don't know, but he's probably still there. I'm looking for him now."

Fang Qingwen's eyes suddenly hit him like a laser light: "Is there any news?"

Yan Song shook his head: "It's hard."

Fang Qingwen suddenly put his palms up, hanging between the two of them, and said in a low voice: "Wuci, spread your left hand, like me, I will calculate some causes and effects."

Yan Song suddenly became interested, and waved his left hand in front of Fang Qingwen: "Then help me see if I can find my junior brother."

Fang Qingwen's eyes were locked on Yan Song's palm, and his eyes swayed from side to side as his hand moved. After a while, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and said, "Yes."

Yan Song confidently put his hand in front of Fang Qingwen, quietly waiting for the result.

Fang Qingwen held Yan Song's hand with his left hand, his palm trembling slightly, and the index finger of his right hand gently moved along the palm lines of Yan Song's palm.

Fang Qingwen didn't use any force, only the skin was touching, a little itchy, and there was a strange feeling. Yan Song felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Fang Qingwen grabbed it all at once.

"do not move."

Yan Song blinked, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?"

He saw with his own eyes that Fang Qingwen's index finger moved along the palm from the beginning, then gradually changed its trajectory, and finally became the shape of a flame.

Yan Song looked at him suspiciously.

Fang Qingwen finally raised his head, with intensely burning flames in his eyes, his scorching gaze was about to burn Yan Song to ashes, Yan Song felt a little uneasy, he frowned and pulled his hands out, unexpectedly, he pulled it out easily this time .

Fang Qingwen's hands were empty, his fingers were slightly curled up, and then he heard him pressing his throat, the voice seemed to surround Yan Song's ears.

"Don't worry, there is a destiny in the dark."