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

[Xiao Ming, your intimacy value has reached more than 400, which is enough to unlock the free adaptation function of the system treasure house. Not only has the number of props in each link increased to three, but it can also be adjusted according to your specific needs. 】

As the system spoke calmly, it rummaged through the system's treasury and found a round iron piece the size of a palm:

[This is a "Guiding Astrolabe" prop that can guide the direction. When using it, you only need to recall the appearance of the other party in your mind, and the astrolabe can guide the other party's location. 】

"I'll go, so six?"

Chen Ming took the guide astrolabe suspiciously, only to see that the astrolabe was not made of metal as he had imagined, but very light, showing a jade-like luster.

On the black background, there were faint spots of brilliance flowing. He recalled Fang Muci's appearance in his heart, and held the astrolabe in his palm.

After only a few breaths, the originally scattered light spots on the astrolabe gradually converged into a bunch, showing a pointer pointing to the northeast, and at the end of the pointer, the outline of a temple was slowly outlined.

"This is...a temple? Why is the heroine in the temple?"

Chen Ming's mind was in chaos, but fortunately, the system reminded him in time: [Xiao Ming, don't forget that Fang Shunhua, the second prince of the Qingli Kingdom, has been practicing in Chanyin Temple for seven years. 】

"Second Prince... When did he get involved in this mess?"

For a moment, the cursed mark on Fang Muci's back, the sudden break of the ancient sword, the accidental death of the prince, and even Luo Huaqing's poisoning all flashed through Chen Ming's mind, and his heart skipped a beat. A secret thought arises—

Is there any connection behind all the recent events?

He is not an uninformed person. Although he was just a student in the ivory tower before crossing, he has experienced all kinds of things in Yeliu Island, and the memory of his previous life has returned, and now he can clearly see the situation in front of him.

The root cause of Fang Chengyao's murder was nothing more than the struggle for imperial power. After all, he was the master of the ancient sword in name, and his cultivation of Yuanli was not high. I'm afraid there are countless people who want to replace him.

This is the reason why the heroine didn't want to admit "I am the master of the ancient sword" too early, but she probably never thought that the price of cheating would be her brother's life.

The Yuanli system prevails in the world of "Ten Miles of Red Makeup", but this group of people are playing power tricks in a serious manner, which is not as simple and rude as the real world.

In any case, looking at the entire Qiongzhou Continent, there are only a small number of people with Yuanli.

Thousands of years ago, after Emperor Zhaowu pacified the Quartet, he reached an unwritten agreement with the leaders of various countries to completely separate the Jianghu from the court.

Therefore, even though there are countless people with amazing talents and brilliance in history, the famous emperors and virtuous ministers who have been passed down from generation to generation still have a place for those with low vitality or even those with celestial strength.

[Xiao Ming's next task is to ensure the safety of the heroine and find out who is behind the scenes. 】

The system was silent for a while before speaking again, and there was a faint blue-purple electric light on his body, and his voice seemed a little unstable: [Due to the restrictions of the rules, the system cannot tell you more plots, and all hints are limited to props. 】

"Okay, thank you very much," Chen Ming looked at him with some concern, "Are you really okay? What's going on with this lightning?"

If he remembered correctly, the system had never experienced such a situation before heading to Yeliu Island.

In Chen Ming's eyes, these blue-purple lightning lights seemed to be some kind of punishment, which made the system feel painful and weakened him at the same time. For example, at this moment, compared with the last time they met, the outline of the system was obviously not clear enough.

He suddenly felt a little inexplicable fear.

[The host doesn't need to worry, it's just that under the impact of the plot, the system needs to adjust itself to fix the loopholes, and when the fixes are completed, everything will return to normal. 】

The system seemed to see his worry, and his tone was very gentle: [And now Xiao Ming has accumulated 100 life points and 445 affinity points, so he can safely exchange for various items in the system's treasury, so don't worry too much. 】

Before the words fell, the electric light on his body became stronger again. This time, he didn't even have time to say goodbye, and faded out of the system interface like flying.

Chen Ming: ...

He froze in place for a while, watching the surrounding system interface gradually dim as the system left.

This interface will only appear when he talks face-to-face with the system, and once one party leaves, it will quickly dissipate.

The darkness in front of him gradually turned into fragments and scattered. He raised his hand to grab it, but he couldn't catch anything with his fingertips, as if there was something in the dark that he had been neglecting all along, and it was drifting away and it was difficult to hold.

"Xiao Ming... what are you doing?" Luo Huaqing's voice came to mind, and finally brought Chen Ming back to his thoughts.

In his eyes, the little sword spirit first closed his eyes and pressed his eyebrows with one hand, and the golden spiritual power turned into a small black disc and stayed in the other palm, and then raised his hand, his eyes seemed to hold back something.

Yuanli and Lingli operate in different ways, and the latter involves a complex spiritual field. He saw that something was wrong with Chen Ming's situation, and worried that he might be insane, so he asked this question.

Chen Ming shook his head lightly, withdrew his consciousness, and the indicator lines on the guiding astrolabe in his hand immediately spread out and turned into dots of stars.

"I'm fine, I just summoned this guiding astrolabe with my spiritual power, and I'm not very familiar with how to use it yet."

It was the first time for Luo Huaqing to summon the system props in front of Luo Huaqing. Fortunately, he had already unlocked the spiritual power user's avatar in Yeliu Island, and using the illusion of spiritual power as an excuse was not a bad idea.

"Hey, look," he held the astrolabe in front of Luo Huaqing, "I call it the guiding astrolabe, and the method of using it is also very simple. You just need to hold it in your palm, and at the same time recall the appearance of the person you intend to find. The light spots on the disk will condense into a bunch to guide the direction."

"Oh, so amazing?" Luo Huaqing's lips curled up, and she hooked her slender porcelain white fingers, holding the astrolabe in her hand, and her fingertips still reluctantly slid across Chen Ming's palm, "I have to try it first."

"Hmm." There was a tingling electric sensation on the touched skin, Chen Ming blinked helplessly, and lowered his head.

Although Luo Huaqing quickly mastered the technique, the dots of light on the astrolabe gradually connected into a line, but they pointed to Chen Ming himself impartially.

Moreover, the end of the pointer will roughly outline the environment in which the person is looking for. On the dark background of the astrolabe, there are two figures clinging to each other, and the intimacy and dependence of each other are fully revealed in a few strokes——

Dare to feel that he is in front of this person, and he still uses props to show his feelings? !

"you……"

He opened his mouth dumbfounded, and just met Luo Huaqing's tender eyes, and couldn't help but tighten his throat, and the words he wanted to say were instantly silenced.

The sudden show flashed your sword spirit's waist.

After a while, he was the first to lose the battle, and sighed helplessly: "I'm right in front of your eyes, is it worth spending so much effort?"

"But I always feel like it's not enough, I feel restless."

There was some worry between Luo Huaqing's eyebrows, and the long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped down, casting a faint shadow on the snow-white cheeks:

"...as if you would always leave my side."

His words sounded like a prophet. Chen Ming was left speechless for a while, his heart ached, and he couldn't help but leaned closer and bit his lips:

"I said it all, you are the only one in this life..."

The fingers traced along Luo Huaqing's smooth jaw, and finally stopped at the warm back of the neck.He raised his head almost reverently, opened his teeth slightly, and let the other party wander in his own world.

The quilt was pushed aside at some point, and Luo Huaqing's slender clothes like flowing clouds spread out, revealing her tight waist and slender and strong legs.

Chen Ming felt the fiery pressure pouring down upon him, and in a blink of an eye, he was limply laid down on the couch. The man stared at him intently, his eyes darkened slightly:

"Xiao Ming...

He already knew something about what was going to happen, his eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and finally fell down in relaxation.

Forget it, he thought.

Half a day passed quickly, and seeing the sun set in the west, the dim afterglow faded from the golden red eaves of the temple, and ripples were set off in the dark night.

In the hut, Fang Muci was curled up on the bed, his hands tightly covering his abdomen, his face was pale and he looked in pain.

She barely ate a fresh meal in the prison, and was stimulated by Bai Yunxiao's death. At this moment, she only felt abdominal pain like twisting, as if a blunt knife was turning over and over in it.

"It hurts..." After enduring it for a while, she still struggled to stand up and walked out step by step.

The houses of the Chanyin Temple are very small, and the main house is used to accommodate incense burners and monks, so the baths and toilets are located outside the dormitories.

The clouds covered the moonlight, and it was almost pitch black as far as he could see. Fang Muci groped forward, but unexpectedly tripped over a protruding stone, staggered, and hurriedly supported the window sill beside him.

After such a tossing, the abdominal pain became more severe. She gasped, dripping with cold sweat, and was about to stand up and leave, when a faint voice of conversation came from her ears:

"...has been noticed by the emperor, and now the Jiuque Palace has fallen apart."

The speaker's voice is clear and clear, like hitting a stone with a hammer, it is her second brother Fang Shunhua.

The candlelight in the room is reflected on the paper window, outlining the indistinct figure in the room.Needless to say, one of them was a man in a monk robe, but the other was a tall figure with a wide robe and long sleeves, but he looked very strange.

It's night now, and the pilgrims of the Chanyin Temple have basically left or rested. The person in the second brother's room is obviously not a monk in the temple. Who could it be?

She thought secretly in her heart, and the stabbing abdominal pain seemed not so unbearable for a moment, she simply bowed under the shadow of the corner, and leaned closer to the paper window to listen.

As soon as Fang Shunhua finished speaking, the man opposite suddenly laughed lowly. Although she couldn't see the man's appearance, it was not difficult to imagine his expression, which must be teasing and playful.

He smiled and said: "It seems that the Second Prince's years of planning are finally coming to an end."

The author has something to say: Hey hey hey, the bad guy second brother is going to be exposed

The following plot will continue to advance, and Xiao Mingqingqing's good days of being shameless and shameless will come to an end (no)

But I feel that I am really a little cold, and I need encouragement from comments. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I really want to hear it.

Writing on a single machine is too tormented qwq