When a straight man is bound to the matchmaker system [Transmigration Book]

The moonlight was like a practice, diffused into the room along the window lattice, gently and silently enveloped the two figures cuddling each other in the room.

Luo Huaqing was still in a deep sleep with her eyes closed, but her eyebrows were silently furrowed, her face was pale, as if she was enduring some kind of unspeakable pain.

He is having nightmares again.

In the past, this kind of situation was rare. It seems that from the illusion of Yeliu Island, these pictures related to the past and present flashed before the eyes one after another.

Life and death in the past are the most complicated and unpredictable, and he didn't want to believe it at first, but the joys and sorrows in the dream were deeply rooted in his heart, and he couldn't ignore it, and couldn't help him not to believe it.

What's more...all of this seems to be related to Chen Ming.

In the dream, his appearance is very similar to that in reality, but his attire is extremely simple, as if he is living in a long time ago.

At this time, he was in a battlefield, and the soldiers who were also wearing white armor around him had been damaged in seven or eight, and not far away, the enemy's team was rolling over like a dark cloud.

"Young master, Xuanwu's reinforcements have arrived. Most of the brothers have been killed or injured. We really can't hold back..."

The subordinate's voice was trembling, he was only a young man after all, he was thinking of going home after the war to honor his parents and relatives, facing a battle that was almost certain to die, he immediately felt timid.

Luo Huaqing sighed, at the moment he himself was also in a state of distress, from head to toe, there was no place without injuries, and the white shirt on his body had already been soaked in deep and shallow blood stains, and he could no longer recognize his original appearance.

It is his righteousness to rather die than surrender, but he also deeply understands that such a heavy fate should not be borne by those innocent teenagers.

So he said lightly: "You take the recruits of the White Tiger Clan to retreat first, and I will finish off the rear."

"But..." The young man suddenly panicked. He couldn't see that Luo Huaqing had reached his limit now, and it was impossible to resist the approaching reinforcements. "Young master, what should you do?"

"I was born lonely and widowed. It was the White Tiger Clan who gave me accommodation and food and raised me up."

He smiled and stroked the blood-stained long sword in his hand: "Now it's time for me to repay my favor, how can I back down?"

The only regret in my heart is that I can no longer keep my promise.

"If I fail to come to meet you, please help me and give this kit to someone."

Luo Huaqing took out a plain white brocade pouch from her bosom, although the whole body was stained with blood, this brocade pouch was spotless, presumably because it was carefully protected in the inner armor and kept close to her body.

"His name is Qinghong, and he is the young master of the Azure Dragon Clan. I once promised to meet him by the Huai River, but I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill the promise right now."

His tone was calm and unwavering, but his words were full of despair.

The greatest tragedy in life is to destroy the beauty that people are looking forward to, and laugh at his powerlessness wantonly.

In this life, he is afraid that he is doomed to fail.

The battle situation didn't leave him any more time to think, the soldiers of the Xuanwu tribe rushed towards him, and in a hurry, he only had time to put the kit into the young man's hand, and then he raised his long sword and rushed forward.

He and less than a hundred soldiers resisted with all their strength, but how could they stop the sharp blades of the chariots that rolled over? step forward.

The rolling white snow is splashed red with blood, the world is so hopeless.

Luo Huaqing lay down on the snow, the blood under her body converging into a shallow pool.

His chest was pierced by a sharp weapon, his once graceful and slender neck was cut open, and his long hair was stuck to his skin by sticky blood.

The rapid loss of energy and blood made him feel cold all over his body, and his eyes turned black, but his eyes stubbornly refused to close, but desperately looked towards the far southeast.

That person... I'm afraid he's still waiting for him.

The hustle and bustle around him went away in an instant, as if all the fights and fights were gone, and the bloody smell lingering at the end of the pen also changed from strong to light, as if he could smell the light and pleasant breath of that person again:

"Heng, you're late again!"

"Honger..." He smiled and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hold the running figure, the light and shadow in his eyes lit up instantly, and then disappeared with the extinguishment of the fire of life.

When the dream dissipated and Luo Huaqing woke up from the deep pain, it was already the next morning.

There seemed to be something heavy on his chest, he hummed and moved slightly, which immediately woke up the light sleepers beside him.

"Qingqing, are you awake?"

Chen Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes, and was about to inquire about his physical condition, but froze when he saw his face clearly.

There were tear stains on the clear and soft white cheeks, the long eyelashes were moist, the eyes were sparkling with water, and there was a thin blush at the end of the eyes as if weeping blood.

"What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?" He stroked the face wet with tears.

The moment Luo Huaqing was touched by him, she trembled slightly, and the fragile expression in her eyes immediately shattered like glass:

"I'm fine, I'm just sick, and I'm much better now."

"It's you," he immediately raised the corner of his mouth and grabbed Chen Ming's restless wrist, "What do you want to do while I'm asleep?"

"What time is it, you still have the time to joke with me."

Chen Ming couldn't see him pretending to be relaxed, so he bit his lips lightly:

"I know everything about you being cursed."

Luo Huaqing didn't expect this answer. The smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly closed, and he sighed softly: "It's just a small curse caused by human emotions. I can solve it myself, so don't worry about it."

"don’t worry?"

Chen Ming didn't intend to give him a chance to pass it off this time, so he held his cheeks with both hands and forced him to look at him: "Luo Huaqing, what do you think of me? Why are you bleeding in front of my eyes? Don't you have the right to know your real situation?"

It's been a long time since the little sword spirit was so aggressive, Luo Huaqing thought for a moment before tentatively explaining: "I just don't want to bother you too much..."

He understands Chen Ming even better than himself. Even if he doesn't know the emotional debts of past and present lives, and the terrible matchmaker system behind Chen Ming, he can still feel the bitterness hidden behind Little Sword Spirit's smile and the heavy burden on his shoulders.

This is a treasure that he holds in the palm of his hand and is afraid of melting, so how can he bear to let him worry about himself?

Chen Ming stared fixedly at him, and couldn't help blushing.

If it wasn't for the fact that the person in front of him was ill, he really had the urge to grab the other person by the collar and reprimand him severely:

"Do you think that you are Qing. Tian. Zhu, and you will support me even if the sky falls? No matter how bad I am, I am also an ancient sword and sword spirit. I have the ability to protect myself in the face of danger. Do you not trust me that much? "

He pursed his mouth in grievance, his vision gradually blurred by tears.

"Hey Xiao Ming, don't cry, how can I not believe you..."

Seeing him crying, Luo Huaqing was in a state of disarray, hurriedly hugged his shoulders to comfort him, but was pushed away gently but resolutely:

"You just don't believe me, not only in strength, but also in emotion!"

Chen Ming raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, choked up and said, "Luo Huaqing, I only have you in my heart from the beginning to the end, no matter what happens, no matter in the previous life or in this life, I will never fall in love with anyone else, do you understand? "

Luo Huaqing really couldn't laugh now.

He didn't expect to be greeted with such a confession from Chen Ming, but felt his heart was shaken violently, and his usual calm and self-restraint was shattered: "Why...you suddenly said this to me?"

"Talan Yuan told me that the spell you are using is love gu, and what stimulates it to attack is the affection in your heart."

"So..." Chen Ming's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Anytime you feel emotionally shaken by the person you care about, it will trigger the attack of the curse. Last night, I just mentioned the Baimao, and it triggered the emotion." The outbreak of Gu, if it wasn't because you didn't believe me, what would be the reason?"

"I..." Luo Huaqing's eyes dimmed suddenly, and she couldn't speak for a moment.

He can't be blamed for this matter, after all, only the two parties and Ti Ye and others know about Junmu and Qinghong's previous life. In his eyes, he can only see Bai Jinman's love and dedication to Chen Ming, as well as Chen Ming's irresistible affection.

And according to his deduction, love Gu has some similarities with Yeliu Island Illusion, which can magnify people's negative emotions thousands of times, so he is as calm as he is, only to become angry from embarrassment because of Chen Ming's light words.

"It's best not to trigger the curse in your body again. I promise you, I will tell you all the ins and outs of the matter when the curse is lifted, okay?"

Including where do I come from, what kind of entanglement we had in the previous life...

Chen Ming lovingly traced his eyebrows all the way to his lips, sighed and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around his neck.

The warm breath intertwined, they hugged each other and fell on the soft bed, their long or short hair was entangled together, and the only thing lingering in their ears was the sound of each other's rapid breathing.

"I love you, Qingqing, I love you..." Chen Ming murmured softly with the saltiness of tears mixed with the sweetness of kisses.

Even for me, please take good care of yourself.

It was not long before the night was good, Luo Huaqing was not the only one who was tortured by a dream the night before, Fang Ziyu, the third prince of Qingli, also had trouble sleeping and eating.

Since Fang Muci's disappearance, he has been suspected of "killing the head of the Changfeng sect". Fang Yu has already confined him in the palace for several days and did not allow anyone to visit him.

In the past few days, something strange happened to his body, and there was a strange itching feeling from behind his back from time to time. He asked his servant to examine him carefully, but he couldn't see why.

It was only the third quarter of Yin time, but he was sleepless. He got off the couch and walked forward a few steps. When he passed a bronze mirror standing on the ground, his vision was suddenly caught by something, and he stopped involuntarily.

He was only wearing a thin obscene garment in the room. The snow-colored cloth had a translucent texture, and the texture seemed to be hidden under it.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he felt vaguely uneasy, so he couldn't help holding his breath, and leaned closer to the bronze mirror to check.

Under the obscene clothes, a faint dark red color was climbing up his back, and soon spread to his waist and shoulder blades——

It was exactly the same as the evil curse mark on Fang Muci's body.

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Continue the plot in the next chapter~

And I would like to ask everyone, do you think it would be better to change the title of this article to "I heard that the matchmaker and the hero he [Transmigration Book]"?Because it seems that Wuli Xiaoming didn't have a very straight Yazi from the beginning 2333333

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