The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

The scene in front of him changes disorderly, the high platform collapses, and the palace rises again. This world is weird and unreasonable, and Yan Song is unwilling to watch the subsequent scenes.

It was nothing more than Mei Qiege destroying Chong Wuji's most precious "collection", the ignorant woman finally angered him, Chong Wuji smiled sadly, and decided to execute this cruel woman.

Mei Qiege, who was in a state of madness, could not be called a "person" at all. Without her dignity, she rolled into the mud, and the hem of her red clothes in the past was wrapped in mud. The deeper she sank, the more she struggled in the mud, and she even wanted to trample the child under her feet to escape from the predicament.

"Why don't you look?" A cold voice came from his ear, Yan Song was terrified, his eyes widened, he looked at the people around him in amazement, unable to utter a word.

The neckline of the man beside him was wide open, revealing his strong chest. He casually put on a dark black robe.

"Cheng Mou?" Yan Song lowered his voice, stabbing at Cheng Mou with merciless eyes flashing with a thunderbolt.

567 said: "Host, you don't have to worry about it. This is an illusion left by Cheng Mou in the illusion. He has no consciousness. It is just a shadow left by Cheng Mou when he entered the illusion."

Hearing 567's explanation, Yan Song heaved a sigh of relief, but before he breathed comfortably, he understood—Cheng Mou knew everything.

"It's a miserable night in the wind and snow. It's better to have a child than to have a child in this life."

Cheng Mou's voice was hoarse and deep. His voice was always low and cold. At this moment, every word and every word seemed to be soaked in ice. People shudder.

Apart from being cold, Yan Song could also hear a little helplessness and loss in Cheng Mou's voice.

So what about being in a high position, what about wielding unlimited power?Parting from life and death, everything that should be experienced must be experienced.

Yan Song gritted his teeth and raised his eyes to see the illusion.

What he saw had long since changed. What he saw was no longer a magnificent palace, but a miserable snowy night, with the boundless snowfield reflecting the cold white light of the moon.

A dying mother is holding her baby in the wilderness where no one visits, crying loudly, her heart trembles, she regrets, she hates, she is rarely clear, the child in her arms seems to feel Seeing her mother's grief, she coughed twice and then began to cry too.

There is no mother who does not love her child.

The baby's clear and loud crying made people feel irritable, and an attendant beside him was full of impatience: "Let's go, let's put that broom star down quickly, if the devil finds out, I will take you out and we will both be finished, you Don't dawdle, you want to die but I still want to live."

When the person was about to die, Mei Qiege didn't go crazy anymore. There were tears in her eyes, but she couldn't speak a word. She could only kiss his forehead lightly in vain, and then took a long time to remove A piece of jade pendant that was slightly more valuable on her body was stuffed into Cheng Mou's swaddle, and then, with tears in her eyes, she let the servants push her roughly, and went back to the magic palace, waiting for the execution at dawn the next day.

In the boundless and snowy night, Cheng Mou, a child, lost his father and mother from that moment on, and became an orphan, and Yan Song didn't know whether Mei Qiege found a child to replace Cheng Mou to die, or whether Said that Mei Qiege didn't need to find a substitute at all, and Chong Wuji didn't care about the death of more or less children.

Yan Song subconsciously looked at the expression of Cheng Mou's phantom beside him.

Watching your biological parents abandon yourself, no matter what, it will not be a good feeling.Moreover, a death row prisoner in the magic palace was brought out by a servant, without looking ahead, Yan Song knew what deal Mei Qiege was going to make with that servant.

Cheng Mou still looked indifferent, if Yan Song didn't know him well enough, he would have ignored Cheng Mou's trembling hand under the wide cannon sleeve.

How about being proud of the cultivation world?What about the honor of all people?In the end, with no one by my side, no one to sleep with, even recalling the past, I have to rely on the vague and pitiful memory, and I have to think carefully about the details - that's what I did back then , or do you do that?

Yan Song suddenly felt distressed, what would Cheng Mou do if he didn't come back?His mother doesn't love him, his father doesn't love him, and there's no one around him, so how will he live the remaining ten, hundred years?

He didn't want to look at the picture in front of him anymore, Mei Qiege had been executed by capital punishment, and there was no whole body left.

This kind of picture is undoubtedly like Ling Chi to the mother's child.

Yan Song sighed, and was hesitating how to break out of the illusion, when suddenly he felt the ground tremble, the scene in front of him fell apart, and all the scenes turned into dots of fluorescent light, which jumped up and drifted away with the wind.

Yan Song turned his head in astonishment, his ink-like hair was scattered in the wind.

It's Cheng Mou.

Standing behind him, Cheng Mou was panting, his face was abnormally pale, and he seemed too weak.

All of Yan Song's words were drowned out by the cracking sound of the bronze mirror behind him.He wanted to say: "Cheng Mou, you have worked hard." You have worked hard for so many years.

The huge bronze mirror was overwhelmed by the impact of external force, sharp fragments fell from behind, Yan Song dodged to dodge, and in a hurry, he saw a huge ice coffin behind Cheng Mou.

Yan Song was terrified.

Cheng Mou only raised his eyes to glance at Yan Song, and said slowly: "How did you come here, senior brother?"

Yan Song ignored him, looked at the ice coffin behind him, and cut straight to the point: "What's in there?"

Cheng Mou coughed forbearance, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth calmly. He took two steps back and stood in front of the ice coffin: "Brother, you don't need to know."

While speaking, Yan Song keenly sensed something was wrong.Cheng Mou's previously majestic spiritual power has disappeared, leaving only the empty inside, his tendons are so shriveled that he can no longer squeeze out half of the spiritual energy. I am afraid that his current cultivation level is already barely enough to lead the spirit. .

The direction of the spiritual flow in the whole room was very wrong. He felt the flow of spiritual power carefully, followed the trajectory of the spiritual power with his eyes, and gradually fell into the ice coffin behind Cheng Mou.

All the spiritual power in the house, including Cheng Mou's own, converged on the ice coffin behind him.

Yan Song said sharply: "Cheng Mou, what is behind you!"

Cheng Mou coughed twice, and his body shook a little. He simply sat on the ground, leaning against the ice coffin, with a smile on his lips: "Brother, you might as well guess."

All of a sudden, Yan Song struck out with a thunderbolt, and before his long sword came out, Cheng Mou was completely helpless in fighting with only his fighting skills. Cheng Mou in front of him fell silent.

He saw lying in the ice coffin, with ruddy skin and a complete body, as if it was just "Yan Song" who had fallen asleep.

At that moment, dense fear bombarded his brain mercilessly. Is that... his corpse?

Since Cheng Mou abolished the magic vein, he did not hesitate to ruin his future, destroy his lifelong cultivation, give up the inheritance of the devil emperor that he had suffered so much to integrate, and rebuild the spirit vein, just to have the spiritual power to maintain this dead body. the human body?

Did he think about himself?Has he thought about the consequences of his overspending of spiritual power for such a long time?He thought about whether he could survive in such a huge demon realm that devours people with a cultivation base that can only lead to spirits?

At that moment, Yan Song had mixed feelings, only feeling extremely furious, and three words that were deeply ingrained in his mind also burst out with his loud shout:

"Cheng! Jing! Yuan!"

Cheng Mou was stunned for a moment, and the long-standing haze on his face dissipated for a while. He hooked the corner of his mouth, as if responding to something he had been waiting for for a long time, and said, "...it's me."

Yan Song was furious and rushed forward, he felt that there was nowhere to vent his resentment, so he grabbed Cheng Mou's collar indiscriminately, before he could question him, he suddenly felt his hands were sticky.

Yan Song lowered his eyes to look, and found that there was blood seeping from Cheng Mou's skirt, seeping into his hands, which were still hot.

The two fought hard, Cheng Mou said in a low voice: "I... just knew, I... believe you will come back..."

There was a buzzing in Yan Song's mind, and the sharp-edged face in front of him suddenly became a distant memory. On the day he went down the mountain, he curled up on the boulder at the entrance of the Zongmen and watched him with his sword in his arms. He refused to go back to the Zongmen. The aggrieved face of the little boy.

The immature face gradually merged with the handsome and sinister face, and the voices of the boy and the man mixed together, and the two voices overlapped, deafening:

"Brother, I have been waiting for you to come back."

Yan Song suddenly let go.