The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Yan Song never thought that Cheng Mou, who lacked spiritual power, could be so strong.He raised his eyes to look at the cold sword's edge, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, but Cheng Mou didn't care about anything else, he bullied him, and directly restrained him with his size advantage.

Yan Song, who has spiritual power and a weapon, can't beat Cheng Mou, who has no spiritual power, let alone Yan Song who has been restrained.

Yan Song was about to resist, wanting to test what Cheng Mou was going to do, at least he couldn't let Cheng Mou do something that would hurt Shen Jianzhi and Shu Ci, but just as he was about to speak, the voice of 567 came:

"Yan Song, the Honkai value has reached 61, don't say those things that irritate him anymore."

Yan Song closed his mouth tightly at the right time, thinking that the future will be long, at least the lives of the two people are safe at this moment.Concerned about chaos, Yan Song knew that he was impulsive just now.

Cheng Mou noticed that Yan Song hesitated to speak, and looked at him coldly, his whole body seemed to be brought out of an ice cave, lingering in the cold.

"I would like to resign, you can rest assured, even if it is to contain you, I will spare their lives."

Cheng Mou did not know where to find a way to completely seal Yan Song's spiritual power, and he couldn't break through even if he tried to break through, so he could only wander around like a lonely soul in the magic palace all day long.

Yan Song had no intention of leaving, and Cheng Mou would not let him go. The two parties knew each other, but they both achieved their goals.

Although Yan Song didn't leave, he still had a knot in his heart. He knew Cheng Mou's thoughts about him. He had a delicate mind and could always guess the same, but when the two really met, he was at a loss. .

Therefore, I can only maintain my ridiculous self-esteem and stubbornness from nowhere with cold words and cold faces.

He has always been shy about expressing his emotions, as if he felt it was a shame to express those normal concerns and natural feelings.

Therefore, he never said those pleasant and easy-to-say personal words, but kept them in his heart. When Cheng Mou was young, all he could do was to try his best and use the most fulfilling actions to fulfill his duties. Do your best.

The peach tree planted back then is still there, and Yan Song has no fun in the house all day long, and the scope of activities is limited to the small yard where he lives. When he is free, he will go to sit under the peach tree.

So that I suddenly saw a row of small characters on the tree trunk that was thicker by several rounds:

The flowers in front of the tree are not defeated, and this life is no longer waiting.

Yan Song was silent for a long time, he recognized the handwriting, it was Cheng Mou's.

The peach blossom was irrigated by his spiritual power in the early years, and it always bloomed unbeaten. If there is only one time when it withers, it is the moment when the peach tree dies.

Here, life, already, no, wait, Yan Song's eyes lingered on the line for a moment, his back subconsciously straightened.

He was restless and stepped on the grass as if venting his anger. He was bored and had no direction, so he unconsciously walked out of the small courtyard.Should he accept Cheng Mou's feelings for him?Accepted, what position should he take to face Cheng Mou?

What is his relationship with Cheng Mou?

These are all unsolvable problems, entangled in his mind like a mess.He walked to the gate of the small courtyard, and the servant was stopped without any accident.

Yan Song didn't want to talk to him, he just wanted to go out, but the attendant was a gummy candy, he couldn't get rid of him no matter what, Yan Song had no choice but to frown: "Go and ask your lord to come up, just Said I wanted to see him."

The attendant seemed to be dumb, after hearing Yan Song's words, he trotted to invite his lord to come.

And Yan Song looked at the attendant's back, a little regretful.

Regretted because he saw a sentence and became irritable, and then his brain became hot, and he called Cheng Mou over.

When Cheng Mou came, there were dirt debris at the end of the black robe, his black hair was pulled up hastily, and his bun was still a little crooked. His eyes were full of joy, bright and hot.

Yan Song looked at Cheng Mou who was looking at him pretendingly indifferently, he had already changed a thousand or eight hundred words in his mind, but none of them were suitable.

In the end, he could only cough lightly, and said, "I miss Master a little bit, when can I see him?"

Yan Song saw with his own eyes that the flame in Cheng Mou's eyes struggled and jumped a few times, and then completely extinguished in a dead silence.

"Yan Song, the Honkai value is 65, what did you say to the hero again?" 567 seems to be very idle recently, staring at him all the time.

Yan Song had no time to take care of 567, Cheng Mou's gaze made his heart tighten suddenly.

Cheng Mou's voice was filled with piercing chill: "Then I will take you to find him right away."

Yan Song was a little guilty, he had no other intentions, but the topic at the beginning was not very good.

He shook his head and said: "Don't bother, I will go by myself another day."

567 roared wildly: "It's 66! The Honkai value is 66! Yan Song, you forgot what you are here for? What you mean by that is to leave the magic palace alone, away from the male lead, you forgot the male lead Is the blackening value full now? What can’t be done by the blackened male lead? You’ve said it before your head!"

567's voice made Yan Song's brain buzz. He knew that he was not in a good state, and he intended to ease the tense atmosphere between him and the hero, but it made it worse.

He glanced at Cheng Mou's expression, and the dark expression made him tremble with fright.

Yan Song felt that if he didn't explain his purpose, the Honkai value would break 70 after a while.

He couldn't help but miss the days when he used blackening value. If he had this speed, why would he worry?

"Cheng Mou, that peach blossom..." Yan Song stretched out his slightly pale fingers and pointed out the window, as if what he said next was too difficult to say. His ears were red, and he thought for a while before he said, "This life is already gone." What do you mean by not waiting? Who are you not waiting for?"

The doubt in Cheng Mou's eyes disappeared in a flash, and then it was as if he wanted to understand something, his pupils suddenly burst into brilliance, and the beauty of Sanyue Peach Blossom was not as beautiful as that momentary light in his eyes.

"It's just a bad sentence made by Arty. At that time, I was not in a firm mood, so it didn't have any special meaning." Cheng Mou paused, then turned to look at Yan Song, "I would like to ask me that, but what did I think of?"

Yan Song turned his head, unwilling to see the expression on Cheng Mou's face.

At first he didn't think about it carefully, but now that he has free time, he doesn't dare to think about it.

Ten years, if it is an ordinary person's lifetime, how many decades can there be?

Day and night, Cheng Mou lived in the shadow and pain of killing his loved one with his own hands, waiting for a long time without hope, more than 3000 days and nights, how did he survive?

With the turmoil in the Demon Realm, the flames of war in the middle division, and the pain on his skin, Cheng Mou held a bad hand, how tough and mentally it would take to fight his way out.

In what mood did he write that sentence?

Yan Song only felt sour in his heart, and he wanted to stop. As for the extra ones, he didn't dare to think about them anymore. In the end, what's wrong with Cheng Mou?

Yan Song raised his head: "It's nothing, just a moment of curiosity."

Cheng Mou didn't discuss this issue deeply with Yan Song, he looked away and said softly: "I'll take you to see Shen Jianzhi."

Yan Song smiled wryly, but didn't say much.

When Cheng Mou pulled out the fiery red cloak, Yan Song was really shocked, but after thinking about it, he felt a sense of desolation rushing to his heart.Cheng Mou has been alone in this boundless demon for ten years, and he has to try his best to keep every little detail of the two of them together fresh, lest in the future when he looks back on his life alone, even one can relax him a bit None of the memories.

Yan Song pursed his lips, his eyes were mixed with some indistinguishable complex emotions, his eyes fell on Cheng Mou's Gujing Wubo's face, he couldn't say a word for a while.

As if he didn't feel those two burning eyes, Cheng Mou put a cloak on Yan Song meticulously, tucked his neckline tightly for him, leaned over slightly, happened to block the sunlight that shot into Yan Song's eyes: "Let's go."

Canglong Snow Mountain is cold all the year round, Yan Song still can't get used to the biting coldness on it, but luckily Cheng Mou kept helping him with spiritual energy, barely able to protect his body, so he endured it.

When the two of them reached the foot of the mountain, Yan Song suddenly remembered that he had left a little phoenix here. On a whim, he turned his head and asked, "Where's Jiujiu?"

It seems that this name is too old for Cheng Mou. His sword eyebrows were lightly pulled together, and there was an uncertain light in his eyes. It was at this moment that the Lord of the Demon Realm had some vitality.

"Chirp?"

Yan Song explained: "Phoenix."

Suddenly, Cheng Mou clenched his hands hidden under the loose sleeves into fists: "After you... died, the civet didn't last long. The phoenix and I have always been at odds. It didn't take long before it left too. Now it may be It lives in the sycamore forest where Lintianmen used to be."

Cheng Mou said it lightly, but Yan Song felt a little uncomfortable, he turned his head away, not to look at Cheng Mou's expression.

"I would like to resign, there is one thing I can't figure out so far." Cheng Mou stopped and looked into Yan Song's eyes seriously, "Why did you do those things before?"

The devil's words were tactful, and Yan Song knew that he used different identities to get close to Cheng Mou.He nodded silently, really not knowing what to say.

Said that he was from another world, that he did these things just for fun and to complete the task?Said that I was actually guided by a system to force you to blacken?

Leaving aside whether Cheng Mou will believe it or not, just whether the system allows him to tell the existence of the upper-dimensional world to the people in the lower-dimensional world will have to say otherwise.

Even if the space of the main system allows it, if Yan Song finds out that he is only a character in a novel, and that it is for the entertainment of people in a world higher than his own, then he will probably destroy this world too, and then go to See for yourself the so-called "High World".

Not to mention the Lord of the Demon Realm who has never surrendered.

Yan Song chose to remain silent.

In silence, some things are often worn away, such as patience or the string that suppresses impulse.

Cheng Mou stood as firm as a pine and cypress, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon: "Since you don't want to say it, how did you... get injured so many times in front of me, but remain safe?"

Yan Song knew that Cheng Mou wanted to say the word "death", but he seemed to have a taboo, so he changed his words.

Yan Song said concisely: "□□." This explanation is not accurate, but it is the most acceptable to Cheng Mou.

Cheng Mou looked sideways, Yan Song looked away.

He wasn't guilty, he was just afraid of Cheng Mou's questioning.

Why didn't you reveal your identity, why you made the same mistakes again and again, why didn't you come back in those ten years.

One by one, it was difficult for Yan Song to speak.

Cheng Mou seemed to have smiled, but he didn't seem to. He remained silent and hid all his thoughts in a dark corner.

Qing Yuanzong has fallen, and the formerly carved beams and painted buildings, simple and low-key but dark and luxurious pavilions and buildings are all wiped out. The ground of Xuanzhen Square is full of cracks, and weeds come out from the cracks in the bricks. Heaven, since Zhongsi's five major sects were bloodbathed, the sky seems to have rarely been clear.

Revisiting the old place, Yan Song looked at the buildings that had collapsed into ruins, and the four main peaks of wild mountains that had been deserted. The melancholy in his heart gradually magnified, and finally swallowed him like a wave.

The cool wind blows, and it seems that it is much colder here than it was more than ten years ago.

Yan Song, he is ashamed in the end.

Ashamed of Zhongsi, Qing Yuanzong, and true heart.

"Where is Master?"

Cheng Mou didn't say much, he just raised his head and looked into the distance.

At this moment, the sky is getting darker, and the distant horizon is stained with purple clouds, and the red orange fire lights the curtain call, like an unknown dancer who has disappeared at the end of a brilliant life.

Under the dark blue sky, Yan Song saw a solitary hut, the lights inside the hut were as bright as beans, and there were two shadowy figures.

"It's Shen Jianzhi and Elder Xixi." Cheng Mou said, his words filled with chill.

After a long time, Yan Song said, "Let's go."

Cheng Mou looked at him in surprise.

"As a dead person, it would be against the norms to appear in this world again," Yan Song breathed out lightly, "Master is at a critical moment to overcome the catastrophe, if I appear to attract the attention of the heavens, wouldn't it be harmful?" he..."

All of a sudden, Yan Song felt that his mind was dizzy, and he couldn't hold back when he said the word "harm". Fell into darkness.