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

The sleeves of Tianqing's clothes move like clouds, and his figure is as sharp as a rainbow.

The surging strong Yuan force surged crazily from the Subduing Demon Pestle, and the output force was forced to rush back. Fang Shunhua was shocked all over, the blood in his chest was churning, and he vomited a mouthful of blood in a "wow".

He didn't even have time to react, a sharp chill came from his neck, and the sharp edge of the Xuantian Blade had already reached his most vulnerable throat.

Luo Huaqing's cherry red soft lips curved, and her slender white fingertips tapped lightly, immediately restraining Fang Shunhua's big acupoints all over her body:

"Second Highness, a sneak attack from behind is not done by a gentleman."

He smiled leisurely and nodded to Fang Muci, who immediately understood and said coldly:

"Why, second brother lost his temper in a hurry, and he wants to get rid of me soon?"

"The one who condemned the third brother for being ruthless before, but it was you."

There was no ups and downs in her tone, but every word hit Fang Shunhua's heart, making his heartstrings vibrate violently.

The scene in front of him was even more uncomfortable than killing him. It was clear that the dawn of victory was close at hand, and his years of forbearance were about to be released, but in the end he missed a tiny bit, and with one careless move, he lost everything.

This makes him how willing, how willing!

"You bastard!"

Fang Yu waved his robe sleeves, angrily walked off the throne, and quickly came to Fang Shunhua, with a resounding slap in the face with his backhand:

"Being like this, I really feel ashamed of treating the people of Qingli and violating the holy virtue of Mingjun!"

He was really angry, and he used ten percent of his strength to strike down. Fang Shunhua's fair cheeks were suddenly red and swollen, and the corner of his mouth was scratched, and blood oozes out, making him look very miserable.

"...Your self-awareness is good..." This slap calmed Fang Shunhua down, and he suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Fang Yu, his eyes piercing with resentment, "You really violated the holy virtue of Mingjun, ask yourself, Can you be worthy of me, my concubine mother!"

Gao Hua's gentle mask shattered, revealing an ugly and embarrassing body corroded by resentment and resentment. Blood was bubbling from the wound, and his body was full of rancid astringency.

"My mother and concubine can be humiliated wantonly and suffer from cold and hunger just because she is not favored."

He complained bitterly, "Even if you invited eminent monks from the monastery to exorcise ghosts, they could make a big fuss, accuse her of an unwarranted crime, and give her a bowl of poison to take her. life……"

"Why is my mother and concubine innocent? She is just a weak woman who has nothing to do with the world, why should she be treated so viciously by you?"

"Your mother and concubine are innocent, but what's wrong with Yao'er that you can put him to death without hesitation?"

Fang Yu sighed secretly and spoke heavily, his voice exhausted: "Even if you have more grievances and more unwillingness to reconcile, you are here for me, why do you want to bring trouble to others? Why is Yao'er the most honest person, and he is your direct relative Brother, how can you bear to..."

"Father, you will only know the answer to this matter better than my son," Fang Shunhua sneered. Swallowing in your stomach, how dare you come at you?"

"Fang Chengyao did not harm me, but his existence itself is the biggest hindrance to me."

He and Fang Yu were arguing endlessly here. On the other side, Luo Huaqing left behind a beam of energy to restrain Fang Shunhua's actions, and came to Chen Ming in a flash:

"Just now someone reported that the ancient sword was stolen, can you roughly sense the whereabouts of the ancient sword?"

He had no intention of getting involved in Qingli's intrigue, now that the truth is known, it would be futile to argue any further.After all, the real master of the ancient sword is not someone else, but himself. If the ancient sword falls into the hands of others, it will inevitably cause many obstacles to Xuanyin's subsequent journey.

"I'll give it a try." Chen Ming nodded with a smile, closed his eyes and stimulated the spiritual power in his body, calling for Gu Jian's response.

He is the sword spirit of the ancient sword, carrying most of the spiritual power of the ancient sword, and its importance is comparable to that of the sword heart of ordinary magic soldiers. Under the circumstances, it will be forcibly recalled.

Of course, he still doesn't know exactly what this situation is. The system mysteriously refuses to tell him, and only explains it as a follow-up hidden plot.

Hanging down his eyes for a moment, he could probably detect that the ancient sword was not far from the Jiuque Palace at this time, but when he wanted to continue to detect it more clearly, he seemed to be hindered by some invisible force, and he couldn't go further. .

What's going on here?

Chen Ming wondered secretly, but he was not a person who gave up lightly. He failed once, so he simply gathered more spiritual power, and went to the direction of the weak induction from the ancient sword again.

The accident happened suddenly at this moment.

I don't know if it was stimulated by his sudden increase in spiritual power. The invisible force that had only hindered it suddenly became agitated. Not only did it bounce back the spiritual power that he sent out, but it also contained some kind of strange aura. Get into his sea of ​​consciousness!

Immediately, Chen Ming felt a cold and sharp chill penetrate into his mind from every opening, his originally clear reason was crushed to pieces, and there was a strong dull pain in his chest, he couldn't help opening his mouth, trembling and choking blood!

The world was spinning before his eyes, he let out a muffled grunt, and fell softly.

"Xiao Ming!" Luo Huaqing was so frightened that the end of her voice changed, she hurriedly hugged his limp body, and was shocked to find that the blood on his face had faded like a tide, and in a short moment, cold sweat had already wet the broken hair on his forehead.

Chen Ming was trembling and unable to speak, cold sweat broke out like pulp, the tearing pain from deep in his consciousness made him unable to resist at all, his chest was stuffy, and even breathing smoothly seemed difficult.

Seeing him raise his hand with difficulty, Luo Huaqing immediately held his wet and cold fingers tightly, and the surging Yuan force was also sent over.

It's good to relieve the pain at least temporarily.

But just after sending a little energy, he instinctively felt something was wrong.

Originally thought that Chen Ming vomited blood because he had consumed too much spiritual power when detecting the location of the ancient sword, and his body was empty, but judging from the feedback of Yuan Li, the spiritual power in his body was very full, and there was no sign of exhaustion at all.

On the contrary, the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness was in chaos, and several forces even clashed with each other, smashing the stable spiritual power to pieces.

"...Well," Chen Ming's eyes darkened a little, and his mind became more and more blurred. He struggled to speak, and said vaguely, "Ancient sword...northwest...outside the Nine Towers Palace..."

He was so weak that Luo Huaqing leaned close to his lips to listen carefully, but could only catch a few vague words.

However, this was enough for him to grasp the general location of the ancient sword, and immediately hugged the person in his arms tightly, and said softly: "I understand, don't worry."

After receiving his reply, Chen Ming's tense nerves relaxed, he fell on his back, and immediately fell asleep.

The sea of ​​consciousness was broken into and twisted by an external force, and his spiritual world was severely damaged, so he fell into a coma under the self-protection of his body.

Luo Huaqing hugged his cold and trembling body tightly, and was in a state of confusion for a moment, so he couldn't help but loosen Fang Shunhua's restraint.

Everyone's attention was also attracted by the two of them, so Fang Shunhua naturally refused to let go of such an opportunity, bit the tip of his tongue desperately, and spewed out a mouthful of blood on the demon pestle in his hand!

By pouring their heart and blood into their natal spiritual martial arts, the Yuanli practitioners can obtain a powerful Yuanli in a short period of time, which is a geometric multiple of the original level, but the duration is only two hours, and the price is that they must not act rashly for three full days. Therefore, it is often only used when the situation is critical.

But at the moment, he obviously didn't care so much, he suddenly broke through Luo Huaqing's restraint, and then tapped the ground with his toes, and his whole body floated away like a meteor chasing the moon.

"Nizi, stop for me!"

Seeing that he fled outside the hall in a blink of an eye, Fang Yu was instantly outraged, and immediately ordered the guards stationed outside the hall to stop him at all costs.

Fang Muci and Fang Ziyu looked at each other, and they also sacrificed their natal spirits one after another, and chased after them.

It's just that Fang Shunhua had already made thorough preparations, and when everyone rushed outside the hall, the man had long since disappeared, and all he could see was a bodyguard lying on the ground, looking bruised and swollen, very miserable.

"Report... Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, the brothers were guarding outside the hall, but suddenly a group of men in black from unknown origins suddenly attacked, all of them were of high strength, the brothers did not even have time to resist, They were knocked down one after another..."

One of the generals struggled to get up, and pointed his trembling fingers to the southeast: "They took the Second Highness and fled in that direction..."

Everyone didn't think there was anything weird, but Luo Huaqing, who was standing behind holding Chen Ming, couldn't help frowning.

Xiao Ming's perception is absolutely correct, the ancient sword was obviously transported to the northwest, while Fang Shunhua and others fled along the southeast...

Could it be that this is actually a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain?

After all, in the eyes of others, Fang Shunhua's intention to frame the other emperor's heirs to seek power failed, and he would definitely stare at Lanzhen's ancient sword where Wang Qi was, and the force that abducted the ancient sword must be closely related to him.

But now it seems that things are not as simple as imagined.

Looking around to make sure no one noticed, he took out a small voice-transmitting bird from his arms, and input Yuanli to hold it up and fly away.

Today's confrontation is a matter of success or failure. He and Bai Jinman arranged in advance, and placed many Weimingjiao and Changfengmen near Jiuque Palace respectively. Now the letter is sent to let him go to the northwest to intercept the smuggling of ancient Team of swords.

And he himself...

The long and narrow phoenix pupils were narrowed, and Luo Huaqing looked to the southeast in the distance, the light and shadow flickering in the bottom of the pupils.

According to that person's personality, since Fang Shunhua had already failed in his efforts, he would definitely not show mercy to this worthless pawn.And this place is Qingli, not Xuanyin, even if he has the ability to reach the sky, he can't show his fists here.

In other words, this is undoubtedly a great opportunity for him to use Qingli's influence to wipe out that person.

He lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the sleeping person in his arms. His eyes flicked from his pale cheeks to the corners of his blood-stained lips, gradually stained with a bit of murderous intent.

That's right, he dared to hurt the person he loves the most... It really is his heart.

With a cold snort, he raised his palm, tapped his soft white and slender fingertips, and a small paper folding spirit took shape instantly:

"Master, you and I have been planning for many years, and finally it's time to see each other."

"Quickly go to the southeast of Jiuque Palace to meet up, there must be no mistakes."

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