The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Yan Song didn't know why, but Fang Qingwen felt too much like Cheng Mou to him.

The same stubbornness, the same stubbornness, and the same hit his heart at an inadvertent time.Powerful yet unexpectedly fragile.

Fang Qingwen's body froze in Yan Song's embrace.

His face was in the shadows, his eyes were squinted, and he greedily breathed the smell from Yan Song.

A living, living person is finally no longer cold in his arms.His palm quietly covered Yan Song's heart. He saw a long sword piercing through here just now, but at this moment, it is smooth and flat, without even blood.

A bit of ruthlessness was gradually brewing in his eyes, as well as indistinguishable ecstasy and anger. All kinds of emotions mixed together, gradually weaving into a storm, the storm raged, and finally quietly dispersed in the pure eyes with swaying eyebrows. in the black.

Yan Song's voice was extremely gentle: "Qing Wen, what happened just now?"

Fang Qingwen regained his composure, but he couldn't open his mouth for a long time. The two looked at each other for a long time, and Yan Song smiled softly.

Yan Song let go of him and moved away from him: "Fang Qingwen, you killed those people, right?"

"Even if your body training method allows you to fight against three people alone, I absolutely don't believe that you can kill all those dozens of people who have at least the cultivation level of the Yingyuan stage with the spiritual power of the Yinling stage."

"Besides, I can't detect your cultivation level now," Yan Song said otherwise, "You should keep your promise."

He is currently in the Yingyuan period, and if he can't detect the strength of his opponent, it proves that Fang Qingwen's strength is far more than Yinling, at least above him.

Fang Qingwen was about to speak, but his face turned pale. His originally indifferent expression couldn't be maintained for an instant. He seemed a little flustered. He grabbed Yan Song's hand and wanted to leave here. In a hurry, he only had time to say to him "" What I said will definitely be fulfilled, there are more important things now, believe me."

Yan Song refused to follow him, and used his spiritual power to stand still.

Fang Qingwen was very anxious, if he didn't hurry back, I'm afraid it would be too late...

Yan Song deliberately stayed where he was and refused to leave: "What are you panicking about?"

Fang Qingwen's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he pursed his lips and turned to look at Yan Song: "Wuci, you go somewhere with me first, okay?"

Yan Song said bluntly: "Not good, Cheng Mou."

Fang Qingwen's pupils widened instantly, he couldn't believe it, and smiled with the corners of his mouth: "Wuci...what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yan Song coldly showed his long sword, piercing Fang Qingwen's chest: "Cheng Mou."

This time he didn't hesitate. If he was a little uncertain just now, he is 100% sure now.

At any rate, he can be regarded as the person who has brought Cheng Mou that bastard for several years, and he also knows some of the bastard's character.

When he yelled for the first time, he just had doubts in his heart, and when he yelled, he just wanted to deceive him, but he didn't expect Cheng Mou to really show his feet.

If Fang Qingwen was right in his heart, he would never show that expression.And when he went back to the real world, his mind was much calmer, and somehow he felt that the senior brother Fang Qingwen was talking about was somewhat similar to himself. After thinking about it, such an idea came to his mind.

What's more, the news that countless cultivators in Zhongsi scratched their scalps and couldn't find it was heard by a cultivator with mere spiritual strength like him?

It was Shu Ci's words that inspired him just now. There are many people who want to kill Cheng Mou every day. Those people can't get any news about the Demon Lord even if they sharpen their heads. Even Shu Ci has to wait by the entrance of the Demon Realm. , why can he know?

Unless, he is Cheng Mou himself.Where you go and what you are doing, of course, you have the final say.

When the strips come together, a bold guess takes shape.

"Then, Lord Mojun, are you going to explain to me the reason why your spiritual power fluctuates, or do you want to kill me?" Yan Song said with a mocking smile, "After all, I am just an unknown person who died in the big city. In the Demon Realm, it is estimated that even a single splash cannot be splashed, why don't I kill myself, and I won't bother you old man to do it."

Cheng Mou looked at him fixedly, for a long while, he sighed in a low voice, and in an instant, fiery spiritual power enveloped his whole body, and a flame appeared in Yan Song's eyes out of thin air.

In an instant, Fang Qingwen's figure continued to grow taller, and the outline of a somewhat mediocre face gradually changed. His sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, his pupils were as black as stars, and his eyes were deep. He was wearing a black robe with dark gold cloud pattern, The body is hung with a dragon's head and the waist is wide, the shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, and the figure is sharp. Except for the pale face, there is nothing unusual about it.

Yan Song sneered in a low voice: "In this life, I am fortunate to see the true face of the Demon Lord, and I will die without regret."

After Cheng Mou returned to his original body, his voice became much lower.

"you listen to me."

Cheng Mou's figure moved slightly, Yan Song was very vigilant, the tip of his sword followed Cheng Mou's movement, pointing at him all the time.

Cheng Mou noticed the trajectory of the sword tip, his pupils moved, and he stopped walking.

"Brother..."

Yan Song's hand holding the sword trembled: "..."

What did Cheng Mou call him just now?

Brother?

If Yan Song didn't think it was inappropriate at this time, he would have stretched out his little finger to pick at his ear to see if it was plugged and hallucinations would occur in his brain.

Did he hear wrong?If he remembers correctly, he is Jingwuci... He is handsome and approachable, a man from the sky who is completely opposite to that aloof snow mountain top...

The next moment, Yan Song didn't have time to think about anything, he was dazed, and suddenly felt that the sword had pierced something soft, he looked up in astonishment, and saw Cheng Mou facing the edge of the sword, walking towards him step by step.

The long sword was sharp and boundless, and against the fragile flesh and blood, it gradually opened a hole in Cheng Mou's heart.

Yan Song was stunned, subconsciously stepped back, his eyes were stabbed by Cheng Mou's blood, and suddenly felt a faint pain in his heart.

The hole in Cheng Mou's heart was getting bigger and bigger. The blood clots washed away the broken flesh and fell to the ground bit by bit. He was wearing a dark robe with blood stained on it. Nothing could be seen except the sword. As the tip kept going deeper, Yan Song could feel the sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood.

Yan Song was startled: "Cheng Mou, what are you doing!"

After finishing speaking, he opened his eyes wide and frowned, trying to withdraw his spiritual power.

At that moment, Cheng Mou grabbed Yan Song's hand, and he took a fierce step forward, with the tip of the sword carefully poking out from his back.

His body was trembling slightly in pain: "Have I returned it to you, senior brother?"

Cheng Mou's other hand grabbed the blade of the sword, twisting it fiercely like masochistic, the flesh and blood twisted together, Yan Song heard the voice, his face turned pale, his hand was too soft to hold the sword, but Cheng Mou held it, He couldn't let go of the sword at all.

Yan Song stared blankly at Cheng Mou's face which was very close to him, his pale face was mixed with some inexplicable emotions.

"It's been ten years since you left, you are really cruel, my senior brother."

Cheng Mou's voice was hoarse, and the last four words seemed to be chewed and held in his mouth, as if he had chewed a hard bone, and his mouth was full of blood, but he was reluctant to spit out this delicious bone.

Yan Song suddenly realized that Fang Qingwen was Cheng Mou, and Cheng Mou was Fang Qingwen, and Fang Qingwen kept saying that he wanted to avenge his senior brother...

Yan Song was so angry that his face turned red: "Cheng Mou, what you said is really lying to me."

Cheng Mou looked sad for a moment, he endured the pain and stood up straight: "Brother, I have never lied to you."

"Then you..." Yan Song questioned, "Why did you hide your identity..."

Cheng Mou was in excruciating pain, and thick blood trickled down slowly. Although he had crippled his own demon veins, the demon's body, which could easily heal itself, was still there. The wound was about to heal, but it was torn open again under the blade of the sword.

The pain was even more unbearable than Ling Chi.

Cheng Mou's Adam's apple rolled up and down, he cast his eyes down, and said, "Brother, Shu Ci has been guarding the entrance for ten years to kill me, so I, in Wolong Town, have been waiting for you."

"Wolong Town is the only way to enter the Demon Realm. Now the situation in Zhongsi is in chaos. If you come back, brother, the first thing you will do is seek revenge on me."

Yan Song looked at him coldly, his hands gradually stopped shaking, and he only locked Cheng Mou firmly.

At this time, the alarm did not sound, which proved that Cheng Mou was not in danger of life. The self-healing ability of the demons has always been strong. Yan Song is not worried about the collapse of the world, but looking at Cheng Mou's embarrassed appearance, Yan Song felt in his heart Slightly stabbing pain.

He didn't think he had any deep-rooted hatred for Cheng Mou, but after a long time, he felt that he owed Cheng Mou a lot.

He is the giver, and he is also the plunderer. What Cheng Mou is grateful for and what he hates are closely related to him.Yan Song himself became a contradictory body of a pair of extreme things. He gradually began to think that if there was no existence of himself, then Cheng Mou would be as set in the outline, gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas. There will be a day when the king will rule the world and stand on the top of all things. Although lonely and desolate like snow, he will hold the power of life and death.

The coldness in Yan Song's eyes receded gradually, but his eyes on Cheng Mou became more distant.

Come back this time, it's better to just watch him from a distance, and it's better not to have anything to do with him.For Cheng Mou, but also for himself.

Cheng Mou's hand twisting the blade gradually loosened: "Brother, if I hadn't found you in the crowd, how long would you have avoided me?"

Yan Song really can't stand Cheng Mou's pitiful look with red eye circles at this moment, the handsome young man seems to have stepped back ten years ago at this moment, confusion and uneasiness appear on his usually calm and composed face.

"Brother, you keep everything from me, how long are you going to play me?"

Yan Song said indifferently: "Your Majesty the Demon Lord was joking, how dare I fool you in my hands, I am a dead person, and I still care about this world, so the underworld naturally refuses to take me in. Let me back from Huangquan Road, how can you talk about deception, how can you talk about playing tricks?"

"What's more, since Your Majesty gets along with me day and night as Fang Qingwen, isn't it considered a lie?"

Cheng Mou's face was still pale, his back was straightened, as if he wanted to prop up the world in front of him.

"Senior brother," Cheng Mou's face seemed to be even paler than before, "Senior brother, do you actually think of me as this kind of person..."

"Alarm, alert, Child of Destiny's collapse value is rising, and the world's danger value has risen to 5%."

A familiar mechanical sound suddenly sounded in his head, and Yan Song suddenly felt something was wrong.

He murmured, "Cheng Mou, calm down."

But Cheng Mou didn't hear his whisper, the hole in his chest was still bleeding, but the light in his eyes became stronger, and said: "Brother, do you want to know why I did this, of course it's because... I want to change my identity .

"I mean, if you want you to rely on me, you will be the first to think of me when you are in trouble, tell me directly what you want, if you are in a bad mood, you will tell me, I will coax you, I don't need you to do anything, I As long as you don't bear anything, rely on me, and then...you can't leave me.

"That's what I mean, Yan Jinci, do you understand?"