The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

I don't know where Shu Ci's words stimulated Fang Qingwen, he suddenly turned his head, showing his sharpness.

Shu Ci noticed Fang Qingwen's eyes, and instantly became suspicious, stopped the two who were about to leave, and said, "Dear man, why did you go to the Demon Realm?"

Fang Qingwen stopped: "I went to Demon Realm to kill someone."

"who?"

Fang Qingwen paused every word: "Cheng Mou."

Shu Ci laughed out loud: "Those who want to kill him have to line up all day long, and I haven't seen a few who have succeeded. It's not enough to shout a few slogans. I advise you, turn your back and be right."

When he was speaking, his probing eyes kept falling on Yan Song.

He was soft-hearted just now, and rescued these two people without finding out their identities. Now that there is a mix of good and bad in the Demon Suppression Alliance, maybe there is an undercover agent from the Demon Realm.

These two people are really suspicious.

"And, do you know where Cheng Mou is now? He must be in the Demon Realm?" Shu Ci was not polite, and the horizontal sword stopped in front of the two.

Putting his fingers together, Fang Qingwen gently pushed Ling Xiao's epee away: "I have received true news that Cheng Mou can't retreat at this moment, and it is an excellent time to attack the Demon Realm."

Shu Ci tilted her head to look at him: "How did you know?"

"I have my own way."

Shu Ci smiled, his eyes turned a little cold: "You guys must go in and die?"

Yan Song looked at the aggressive Shu Ci at the moment, and suddenly felt that he was a little strange.

That's right, ten years is not short, and it can change a person. Now he just wants to catch up and ask Qing Yuanzong and Qing Yuanzong how those people are doing.

However, the timing was wrong.

Obviously now Shu Ci has classified them as dangerous people.

Fang Qingwen: "You must go in."

Shu Ci smiled lightly, and moved the sword: "That's fine, let's go in."

Yan Song looked at him in surprise, Fang Qingwen obviously did not expect Shu Ci to change his words so easily, he was stunned for a moment, then cupped his hands, turned around and did not forget to hold Yan Song's hand, and left.

Yan Song followed Fang Qingwen's pace, but turned his head back, looking at Shu Ci without blinking.

Shu Ci stood there alone, holding an epee, with the vast white snow behind him, so insignificant that he seemed to be abandoned by the world.

Yan Song suddenly remembered that Shu Ci had been alone since a long time ago, it seemed that there was no one who had good friends with him except him.

Shu Ci noticed Yan Song's gaze, and was stunned for a moment, then raised his chin, and joked: "You said you're not a Taoist companion, you're holding hands."

Yan Song blushed instantly, turned his head angrily, and the thought of Shu Ci in his heart disappeared completely.

And Shu Ci, after the two of them walked away, crushed a jade slip of communication, with a cold light in his eyes, moving his lips, and said a few words to that side.

The Demon Realm is different from Zhongsi. After crossing the Canglong Snow Mountain and entering the entrance of the Demon Realm, you will find yourself in a completely different world.

In Moyu, black is the most respected color, followed by vermilion, followed by deep purple, indigo, bamboo green, light yellow, and plain white.Usually only the devil is qualified to wear black, the saint is red, and the protector is purple.

The resources in the Demon Realm are scarce, the soil is mostly compacted, and there is little green vegetation. Even the sky is more cloudy than Zhongsi. It seems that there is a cloud of fog floating in the air, which is very depressing.It's no wonder that most demons want to invade Zhongsi's land and plunder resources.

Yan Song asked himself, even if he stayed in this depressing place for a long time, he still wanted to escape to a place where the sky is high and the earth is wide.

Fang Qingwen never let go of his hand, Yan Song frowned and kept struggling.

"Wuci, it's not safe here, stop making trouble, lest we get separated."

Yan Song: "It's much safer to be separated than to be by your side."

Fang Qingwen closed his eyes: "Wuci, I don't intend to lie to you."

"Then what's the matter with your ups and downs? If you explain it clearly to me, I will believe you."

Fang Qingwen pursed his lips tightly: "The time has not come yet..."

"Okay," Yan Song suddenly exerted his strength, and took advantage of Fang Qingwen's distracted speech, quickly pulled out his hand, "The time is not here, and the time will come after we part, okay, I'm going to do my own business now , as you please."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the murderous aura rushing towards his face. His pupils opened suddenly, his body leaned back suddenly, and a strand of forehead hair was still floating in place due to inertia. , a strand of forehead hair was cut off and fell to the ground, the sword energy was chasing after him, Yan Song frowned, his spiritual power turned into a sword, and was about to block the life-threatening sword energy, but suddenly he heard a loud noise. With a sound, before he could raise his sword, a water-like sword edge appeared in front of him out of thin air, barely blocking him, blocking the life-threatening sword force for him.

Fang Qingwen lacked spiritual power, but his superior fighting skills could make up for it. He twisted his body at an extremely tricky angle, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword drew a beautiful arc, facing the piercing sword intent.

Yan Song was pushed behind him again.

Yan Song frowned: "Fang Qingwen, get out of the way."

The comer was not kind, his swordsmanship was extremely tricky and mean, and he took a vicious path. Yan Song frowned and watched the battle, and found that Fang Qingwen could handle it with ease. He thought to himself that he might not be so comfortable.

The fierce battle here was in full swing, but another sword edge came in obliquely. Yan Song was stunned, and his aura turned into a sword, blocking the sword of the empty door on Fang Qingwen's back in the middle.

Yan Song finally found a place to vent his temper, and he raised his sword to fight.

Just now, the two of them were consumed a lot of strength by the Huoyang Bird. Even if they tried to recover later, they couldn't recover to their peak state. Now they encountered a strong enemy and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

What's even more frightening is that more and more people appeared out of thin air to attack them, each of them was dressed in black robes, and their techniques were sinister and tricky, making it difficult for people to see the way. After hundreds of rounds, the two of them were panting hard Rough, with paint all over his body, extremely embarrassed.

Even if Yan Song didn't want to, he and Fang Qingwen had to stand back to back and hand over their backs to each other.

Fang Qingwen's breath was even smoother. He tried his best to fly an incoming sword blade, and said in a low voice, "Wuci, what should we do?"

Yan Song was about to temporarily reconcile with Fang Qingwen, he wiped some blood on the blunted spirit sword, and said, "Who are these people, can you tell?"

Fang Qingwen: "I don't know, but they seem to be here, waiting for us."

Yan Song was really puzzled this time: "Did you make some enemies in Demon Realm?"

This time after Yan Song finished speaking, Fang Qingwen was silent for a long time before answering: "I... I am in the Demon Realm... I have no enemies."

While the two were whispering, keeping an eye on the surrounding situation, he stuffed two pills to restore spiritual power into their mouths, let out a sigh of relief, and prepared to rush into the melee again.

Fang Qingwen took his hand and said, "Wuci, kill all these people, and I will tell you about my cultivation."

Yan Song sneered: "Understood."

After finishing speaking, he felt that Fang Qingwen might not have understood that he already understood what he meant, and added another sentence: "Don't worry, I can't die. I still have to listen to your explanation, so don't die here."

Fang Qingwen seemed like the boulder in his heart had finally fallen, he smiled and said, "Okay."

What follows is a dark battle.

Yan Song couldn't remember how many times he had picked up the enemy's sword, and he couldn't remember how many times he had been hit by the sword. In short, he used spiritual power to wash away the dirty blood accumulated in the veins, and wiped the long sword with blood. Killed the enemy group again.

Fang Qingwen's side was not easy either, he wiped off the blood that blocked his sight, and turned his head to take a look at Yan Song's side, but unexpectedly, he saw a long sword piercing Yan Song's chest with his own eyes.

"Yan Song!" Fang Qingwen yelled out this Jiu Yuan's name in an extremely nervous situation.

Yan Song's fierce battle was in full swing, but he didn't expect a bell to ring out of nowhere in his head.

The ringtone of the rooster crowing, a series of deadly calls.

Yan Song recovered from the battle of life and death, and remembered that in the real world, he has an important class tomorrow, and this is the alarm he set.

Yan Song: Fuck

Yan Song lost consciousness, his whole body was no different from a dead body, so he couldn't avoid the sword piercing his heart.

Naturally, he didn't hear Fang Qingwen calling him.

Fang Qingwen's eyes were red, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He watched Yan Song's robe covered in blood, and fell down slowly.

The second time, the feeling of powerlessness, that he couldn't save this man.

Fang Qingwen didn't care about it and let the long sword stab at him. There was nothing in his eyes, only the light body.He cautiously went to pick up Yan Song who was weak and fell down, those people took advantage of the situation to chase him, and the long sword stabbed him mercilessly.

Fang Qingwen bent down to block those sharp knives and spears for Yan Song.

His eyes were red, and he hugged Yan Song tightly with one arm, letting their chests touch each other, with such strength that he wished to rub him into his body.

In the next moment, five colors of spiritual light suddenly rolled up in the sky, and a strong wind rose from the ground. In an instant, the surging spiritual power came from nowhere.The momentum is majestic, overwhelming, if Yan Song is there, he will find that this is already the cultivation base of the early stage of transformation.

Yan Song turned off the alarm clock, decided to skip class, and went back to sleep on the dormitory bed.

The other side is about to be beaten to death, who cares about going to class!

Yan Song fell into a dream again, his spirit returned, he opened his eyes and woke up, stood up, but found that there was silence around him.

He only saw a vast river of blood and scattered rusty long swords.

The corpses in black and long robes were lying around. He held his nose and stepped lightly on a severed arm.

Where is Fang Qingwen?

The blood flowed like a river, and he could hear the patter when he stepped on the water.

"Fang Qingwen?"

No one answered, he stared at it, and finally found a "blood man" kneeling on the ground, leaning on his long sword to support his body.

It's Fang Qingwen.

Fang Qingwen's clothes were torn and covered with blood. It seemed that there was no good flesh on his body, and his back was almost stabbed like a sieve. I don't know if he hurt his internal organs.

"Fang Qingwen?" Yan Song called out again.

Fang Qingwen's pupils trembled, he raised his head in disbelief, and happened to meet Yan Song's eyes.

Yan Song was a little at a loss, bowed slightly, and looked at him apologetically: "Sorry..." I'm sorry that I left when you needed me the most.

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingwen retreated crazily after seeing Yan Song, as if seeing something terrible, he was far away from Yan Song.

Yan Song's eyes showed doubts: "What?"

Fang Qingwen tried his best to clean up the blood on his body: "Don't come here, I have blood on my body, dirty."

Fang Qingwen's exposed fragility and caution hit Yan Song's heart directly, and he suddenly wanted to hug him.

He thought so, and he did.

He knelt down, hugged Fang Qingwen, and said softly, "It's okay."