The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

With his soul back in place, Yan Song slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was not the desolate Lingduan Peak, nor the snow-covered Canglong Snow Mountain, but the snow-white roof, and a face that was obviously relieved to see him wake up.

Yan Song was at a loss for a long time before he remembered that this was his dormitory.

The roommate wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "Yan Song, you can really sleep, you don't even turn over, you almost scared me."

Yan Song: "..."

Seeing Yan Song looking at himself in a daze, the roommate was also a little surprised: "You have been sleeping all day and all night, and you haven't woken up yet? I asked you to take leave from the supervisor, saying that you have a fever, and you will think about it tomorrow." Click to find him to make up the leave."

Yan Song came back to his senses, reluctantly thanked him, pressed his arms to his eyes, his head was extremely dizzy, no matter what he figured it out, it was his roommate who saw that he hadn't woken up just now and was worried, so he woke him up.

He sighed, worried about the situation over there, turned over, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

If Cheng Mou saw that he had fainted for no reason, and was still cold like a dead person, he didn't know what he would do.There is no way to contact 567 here, Yan Song sighed regretfully, and went straight to cool.

He was very weak from top to bottom, sleeping too much unexpectedly hurt his body, Yan Song had no choice but to get out of bed to look for food first, so as not to wear down his body.

Yan Song estimated that he would not feel sleepy until at least twelve hours later, he stood in front of the school hospital, hesitating whether to go in and buy some sleep aids, after all, if the world over there really collapsed If he dies, he will lose his life, let alone return to a normal life.

After making a decision in his heart, Yan Song is a man of action. He ate dinner and took the sleeping pills back to the dormitory. He just wanted to take a look at the things he did in the book world all these years before going to bed. It will not have any impact on the direction of "Mie Tian Zhan Zun". He habitually opened the novel's webpage, wanting to read the comments of readers, but when the page became blank and it said "no search results found", An ominous premonition had already risen in Yan Song's heart.He searched the entire network, and even took a look at Duanwen.com, but there was still no result.

He once asked 567 that if he successfully completes the mission and the plots are all in line with the original outline, the novels in the real world will end normally, and there is no possibility that they will not be found.

Yan Song opened his eyes wide, looking at the blank page on the phone, a thought in his mind grew like wild grass, growing from the gap in the far underground.He tried his best to curb this growth, but he was powerless.

——The world in the book is unstable and is about to be destroyed.

Only this explanation can explain why he is not dead yet, and the reason why "Mie Tian Zhan Zun" cannot be found here.

The world in the book is in danger, but he lingers in the real world, and Cheng Mou doesn’t know what’s going on. If the world in the book is destroyed, Cheng Mou will disappear forever. No matter how alive people are, they will disappear with the novel And vanished.Never existed, lost all traces, as if never existed.

Yan Song was impatient, but he was sober in his mind and didn't feel sleepy at all, which made him a little anxious. After swallowing two sleeping pills mixed with water, he still didn't feel sleepy. When his roommate came back at night, he saw him tossing and turning on the bed. After being stunned for a moment, he subconsciously asked, "Sleep so early?"

Yan Song buried his head in the quilt and didn't respond at all.

He stayed in bed until four o'clock in the morning the next day, and finally fell asleep and fell asleep.

On the other end, Yan Song, who had returned from his soul, sat up. He was in shock, panting heavily, hurriedly pressed the little red mole on his wrist, and called 567.

"567, are you there?"

"Yan Song, I'm here."

Yan Song told 567 that he couldn't find the novel "Mie Tian Zhan Zun" in the real world. Yan Song thought that 567 would comfort him that it was nothing serious, after all, the palace he was in now It was his side hall in the magic palace on weekdays, everything was fine here, nothing could happen in this world.

But 567 remained silent for a long time. In the end, as if it was difficult to speak, it directly transferred some pictures into Yan Song's mind.

"Now the hero's collapse value is 82%, the world has already begun to collapse, you might as well take a look."

Yan Song suddenly felt a tingling pain in his head, some images overlapped and overlapped together, spinning at high speed like a kaleidoscope emitting strange colors.

Blood red, thick black, dark green, white gray, twisted violently, twisting into a hellish horror.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, and locust plagues wantonly invaded this already fragile world. The great lakes are desolate, and the bustling markets are filled with savage and savage moisture. From a distance, you can see the crimson pavilion peeling off and mottled, and the disaster is suspended. An old man in a gray cloth shirt survived the catastrophe, his cloudy eyes were bloodshot, looking at the devastated land.All the big trees at the head of the village died, and fell blackly on the cracks in the ground. The branches of the trees struggled out like hands, as if they had been dead for a long time*.Heavy rains fell in the desert, but sandstorms blew up in the south of the Yangtze River. The century-old trees were smashed by the wind, and the newly planted seedlings were directly swept up into the sky.

There were dead bodies everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.

These Shura scenes were seen by Yan Song, and his heart was already filled with turmoil.

"Where's Cheng Mou?"

567 sighed softly: "It might be too late for you to go find him now."

Yan Song staggered away, pushed open the door, and stumbled towards Yangyun Hall.

This time, he didn't know where the determination and affirmation came from, Cheng Mou must be there.

He walked through the long corridor and stood in front of the dilapidated Yangyun Hall, hesitantly daring to open the door to enter.

After entering, what will he see?Is it Cheng Mou who gave up on himself, or Cheng Mou who has been sanctioned by heaven and has only one corpse left?

Thinking of this, Yan Song suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a sharp hammer fell from a high place and hit his heart directly.At that moment, blood was dripping, and severe pain hit his body, Yan Song covered his heart, not daring to think about it.

He only dared to admit that he didn't want Cheng Mou to die.As for the rest, he didn't dare to think about it.

He lifted his foot and kicked open the crumbling wooden door, and the spider web dust fell down, making him cough violently. In the gap between light and shadow, Yan Song saw Cheng Mou, who was sitting cross-legged with his back facing him in the center of the hall. .

Yan Song shouted out: "Cheng Jingyuan!"

Cheng Mou didn't look back.

Yan Song's heart that had just calmed down tightened again, he rushed forward, intending to ask Cheng Mou what was going on, but as soon as he got close, he was shocked by what he saw.

"Yan Song" closed his eyes tightly, his hands were powerlessly hanging on the ground, while Cheng Mou hugged him tightly, the two chests pressed tightly together, Cheng Mou's chest wound seemed to be torn apart by him again, "Yan Song" was snow white There were some blood stains on the front of his clothes, and a fragile side of his gray chest was exposed, showing the bony sternum.

Cheng Mou didn't realize that the corpse in his arms was cold, and when his love was strong, he lowered his head and kissed "Yan Song" reverently on the forehead.

Cheng Mou hugged him very tightly, Yan Song couldn't stand it anymore, put his hand on Cheng Mou's shoulder, and said coldly: "Cheng Mou, wake up."

Cheng Mou raised his head coldly, glanced at Yan Song, raised the corners of his mouth, and sneered: "How do you know I'm not awake?"

Yan Song said coldly: "He's dead."

Cheng Mou closed his eyes: "He didn't."

"he died."

In an instant, Yan Song felt his eyes suddenly go dark, he only had time to see a corner of the sleeve of the black robe, and the next moment, a hand grabbed his neck, Yan Song couldn't breathe, but he channeled spiritual power in his hand, With difficulty, he gritted his teeth and said: "Cheng Jingyuan, he is dead, he died in front of you, he was cut off by you, and his spirit was concealed. Now you even want to imprison his body, so that he will have a terrible death!"

The majestic spiritual power burst out and directly hit the body of "Yan Song". middle.

Yan Song had lost his breath, and the last thing he saw was Cheng Mou loosening the hand that imprisoned him like crazy, catching those shards of light in mid-air, but fetching water from a bamboo basket, to no avail, Yan Song's body, finally Still gone with the wind.

Yan Song fell to the ground, coughing with difficulty, and when he finally recovered his breath, he raised his head, and just about to say something, he saw Cheng Mou, like an angry beast, with red eyes, black robe hunting, with wind, In the next second, the figure directly enveloped Yan Song. At that moment, Yan Song felt that he was extremely small.

He didn't even have time to take a few more breaths of fresh air before he was pulled into his arms by Cheng Mou's strength. At this moment, Cheng Mou was extremely rude, his whole body smelled of blood, his eyes were red, and he forcefully opened Yan Song's mouth , brutally branded his own lips.

Yan Song was stunned, there was no time to react.

Cheng Mou was rude, wild, and ferocious back and forth between Yan Song's utterances. He seemed to have endless resentment, wishing to smash the man in front of him to pieces, mixed with blood, and chewed and swallowed the man with his bones in his mouth. , merged with himself, made Yan Song's flesh and blood melt into his body, making him unable to go anywhere.

Yan Song couldn't stand Cheng Mou's reckless posture at all, he could feel the blackness in front of his eyes, Cheng Mou's aggression made his whole body sore and weak, he had no ability to resist, he could only breathe hard, like a stranded fish.

Cheng Mou seemed to be reluctant at last, he wrapped his arms around Yan Song's waist, and told him to cling to him, he withdrew slowly, looking at Yan Song's moist, red and swollen lips, the blood in his whole body seemed to be on fire, My heart is cold.

He calmed down for a long time, looking at the person in front of him who was already a little confused, but his body was warm, and his cold heart seemed to be filled with something warm and soft.

He tremblingly said: "Yan Jinci, please forgive me."

Don't scare me anymore, don't be lifeless at every turn, like a dead person.

Don't give me hope and bring me down.These two are not kind, and with them, they will bring fear to me, and fear will make me more painful.

Yan Song closed his eyes, as if he understood Cheng Mou's implication.