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

Even though Chen Ming's Ru Yan Jue had already stripped Luo Huaqing of the memories between the two, the raging love voodoo before still caused great harm to his body.

What's more, at the same time, there was also a large amount of ancient sword spiritual power intruding, which made his Yuanli cultivation base continue to rise, not only quickly breaking through the eighth-level bottleneck, but even surged up, approaching the ninth-level barrier all the way.

The cultivation of Yuanli pays attention to gradual progress, not to mention that Luo Huaqing's meridians have already been greatly damaged by the erosion of love Gu. A stalemate situation.

From evening till now, not only did Luo Huaqing show no signs of waking up, but she even continued to have a high fever, coughing uncontrollably from time to time, and blood spilled from her lips.

He and Tan Yuan tried various methods, but at best they could only temporarily stabilize the injury of the meridian, but they couldn't stop the raging Yuanli in his body.

It would be great if there is some kind of power that can temporarily block the spiritual power of the ancient sword...

He frowned slightly, and the figure of Chen Ming flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help heaving a long sigh with soreness in his heart.

"Xiao Man, you melt this medicinal material with hot water, and take it for the leader in half an hour. This thing is a hundred-year-old snow silkworm, which has a great tonic effect on various injuries. If the deadline is delayed, the medicinal effect will be damaged. .”

"Yes, this subordinate is going to decoct the medicine." The young man called Xiaoman responded softly, carrying a tray to the dining room on one side, took the copper pot on the stove next to it, and poured hot water into the porcelain bowl middle.

Chen Ming sat on his shoulder and watched his movements. As the paper wrapping the medicinal materials unfolded, he could see clearly the true appearance of the so-called "century-old snow silkworm".

It's called Snow Silkworm, it's not an animal, but a medicinal herb, but it's white and moist, and its shape is very similar to a silkworm, so it got this name.

Holding the paper in both hands, Xiaoman carefully shakes the snow silkworms into the porcelain bowl. With the slight sound of "sizzling", the herb whirls and shrinks continuously in the water, and finally returns to a piece of clarity.

He stirred it a few more times with a spoon to confirm that the snow silkworms had completely dissolved in the hot water, then he picked up the porcelain bowl tray and walked out along the corridor.

Chen Ming's heart twitched almost instantly, and the feeling for the ancient sword in his heart became stronger and stronger, but instead of feeling joyful, he felt a strong sense of tension from the bottom of his heart.

It's almost time... to see that person again.

How is he recovering from his injuries, has he woken up?

If she found herself, would there be nothing but bone-piercing coldness in those narrow eyes that were once full of tenderness?

He bit his lip lightly, the spiritual energy in his hand overflowed, a few strands of pale golden brilliance quietly surged up to Xiaoman's temple, and soon sank into it.

The boy's walking pace paused slightly, his expression was dazed for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already warm and peaceful.

It's not Xiao Man who is standing here now, but Chen Ming who has temporarily taken over his knowledge of the sea.

Even if it was out of his own selfishness to feed Qingqing with medicine, he would never easily give it to others.

Presumably, Hua Yao had already notified the Weiming believer on duty in advance, so he traveled unimpeded along the way, and soon came to a guest room on the right.

Opening the door curtain, the furnishings in the room came into view, perhaps because of the short arrival, the room layout is extremely simple, except for a round table and a few low stools, there is a soft couch leaning against the inner wall.

A person was lying quietly on the couch.

Almost the moment he met his gaze, Chen Ming felt his heart beating violently, his body swayed, and he could hardly hold the tray in his hand.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, which could not be wiped away even after it had been cleaned. He put the tray on the low cabinet next to the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and silently stared at the man beside him.

"Qingqing..." He opened his lips, his voice already hoarse beyond recognition.

Luo Huaqing's eyes were closed tightly, her complexion was frosty and deep in sleep, her black brows were tightly frowned, as if she was enduring some kind of unspeakable pain.

He unconsciously clutched the brocade quilt under his body with both hands, and the quilt and clothes were soaked with cold sweat.The exhaled breath was quick and scorching hot, and the scalding temperature could almost scald a person's skin.

"Why do you still have a high fever?"

Chen Ming bit her lip, raised her hand to cover Luo Huaqing's wet forehead, frowned and felt it carefully.

Gentle spiritual power spread along the palm, and he could clearly see that two powerful forces were rushing left and right in the human body, and violent collisions occurred from time to time, shocking the meridians on the side to create cracks.

If this continues, he is afraid that his life will be in danger!

He was worried, and the sleepy person on the bed had already groaned, covering his mouth and coughing.

Blood oozed from his pale lips, flowed along the delicate jaw, and then dipped into the cold palm.His body trembled, his long eyelashes were stained with water vapor, and he was weak and helpless like a butterfly with broken wings.

"Qingqing!" Hastily pulled the cloth towel prepared beside the bed, Chen Ming sat on the side of the bed, supported Luo Huaqing's back so that he could lean on his shoulders, patted his back for smoothness, and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully of blood.

The scene in front of him really had to be handled by himself.

Calmly, he raised his palm and pressed it against Luo Huaqing's heart, frowning to sense the spiritual power of the ancient sword raging in Luo Huaqing's body.

The memory does not exist, but the induction and instinct of the body are there. Luo Huaqing's Yuanli did not repel the deep breath of Chen Ming from the outside world, but instead conveyed joyful emotions, which soon led him to find the power of the ancient sword.

As the extremely pure aura of heaven and earth that has been accumulated for thousands of years, the power of the ancient sword is a nourishing and nourishing thing for any monk. No matter how much you can’t chew it, no matter how beneficial it is, absorbing too much at one time will only make you feel better. It does more harm than good.

Luo Huaqing's meridians are now in a state of over-swelling, and she was already extremely vulnerable due to the impact of the love gu. Facing the pure ancient sword aura, her first reaction was not to try to absorb it, but to resist fiercely. Dire situation.

Chen Ming thought for a while, and decided to adopt a compromise method. First, seal a part of the ancient sword's aura in Luo Huaqing's dantian Qihai, and wait for his body to recover and absorb it imperceptibly; the other part is divided into trickles, used to nourish the damaged body. Meridians, and further purify the miscellaneous energy.

In the realm of inner vision, the pale golden spiritual power was divided into two strands by him, one slowly dissolved in the circling Yuanli flow and disappeared, while the other scattered like sparks, enveloping the meridians in tiny strands, Then integrate one by one.

Without the fierce offensive of the ancient sword's spiritual power, the restless spiritual power in Luo Huaqing's internal organs quickly calmed down, and began to flow back steadily along the veins.

Seeing that this life-threatening crisis finally passed, Chen Ming let out a long breath, only to realize that he was sweating heavily at some point.

His head was a little dizzy. After all, he was using the body of others to accomplish all of this. The mental load was extremely heavy, and he couldn't last long at all.

Suppressing the darkness in front of him, he supported Luo Huaqing to lie down on the couch, and then searched for Juhai Liuyin in the luggage at the end of the bed.

If I remember correctly, it should be nearby...

He was concentrating on rummaging, but suddenly there was a call from the slanting stab:

"What are you doing?"

The voice is sweet and soft, and because of the weakness of the body, it seems that the spirit is not enough. If it is not Luo Huaqing's younger sister, Luo Bingxi, who is it?

And at this moment, Chen Ming's fingertips touched such a familiar thing.

The golden light in the young man's eyes dissipated without a trace in an instant, and his eyes gathered again, his face was already full of surprise and panic:

"I've met Miss! The villain was ordered by the head of Hua to take care of the leader. I have not informed the future beforehand. Please forgive me!"

For security reasons, Luo Huaqing did not disclose the identities of herself and Luo Bingxi to the whole church, so elementary believers like Xiaoman only knew that she was the younger sister of the leader's direct relative, and nothing else.

When Luo Bingxi walked into the room, Xiaoman had already retreated to the side in trepidation, and seeing Luo Huaqing on the couch was breathing steadily, and her complexion had improved a lot compared to before, her high-hanging heart was relieved a little, and she probably believed Xiaoman's explanation .

Her eyes flicked over the untouched medicine bowl on the table, and she frowned: "Let me take care of my brother's medicine. There are still many believers downstairs who need to be treated. Just leave it to me here."

"That's it...thank you, Miss, and I will leave first." Xiaoman was so frightened that he trembled, even if he racked his brains to think about it, he couldn't figure out why he had been in the teacher's room for so long, but he did nothing. .

Ahhh, it's a short lifespan, and the manager clearly told Snow Silkworm to take it as soon as possible! !

Xiaoman, who was in a mess in the wind, left the room in a trance. Behind him, Luo Bingxi sighed secretly, picked up the half-cold soup on the table, and sat down beside Luo Huaqing's bed.

"Brother..." She had a sad expression on her pale and clear face, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

It was because of his reckless and careless following Luo Qian's way that Luo Huaqing was poisoned by the poisonous needle, which led to the outbreak of love voodoo.

Luo Huaqing's long eyelashes drooped, and she was still in a deep sleep, but there were bloodstains on the corner of her pale mouth.

The elder brother in my memory has always been gorgeous and powerful. No matter what kind of crisis he faces, he will not panic in the slightest. If he taps Jiangshan with his long and slender fingers, any difficulties will be easily solved.

... She shouldn't be lying weakly in front of her like this.

She fed the snow silkworm soup spoon by spoon into Luo Huaqing's mouth, breathing slightly, and couldn't help but think of Hua Yao and others' advice.

The reason why Luo Huaqing can still lie here safely at this time is precisely because Chen Ming managed to erase the memory between the two of them, and Luo Huaqing cannot arouse any impression of Luo Huaqing about him within three months, otherwise the love gu will immediately come back, At that time, Immortal Da Luo will also be hard to save.

However, Luo Huaqing values ​​love and righteousness the most, it's okay if he can't recall at the moment, if there is a chance to think of all these things after the love gu is released, how sad will he be?

Luo Bingxi put the empty bowl aside, rested her chin and stared at Luo Huaqing's sleeping face, and couldn't help but let out another sigh.

"Get better soon, brother..." She pursed her mouth slightly, her nose couldn't help sour, "We all need you."

And precisely at this moment, the ancient Lanzhen sword hanging on the wall erupted without warning, and there seemed to be something echoing it in the luggage at the end of the bed, projecting drops of lustrous light. Bluish luster.

These abnormal movements immediately attracted her attention, and she groped to the end of the bed. She rummaged carefully for a while, and finally found the inexplicable light source——

It is a spiral-shaped conch with light powder all over.

The author has something to say: Xiao Ming: My sword spirit can not only possess me, but also become a virtuous snail girl~

Bingxi: Emmm brother, wake up quickly, the operation of the little sister-in-law is really scary.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and I will try my best to see if I can double-up 23333. Interested little angels can come and see it around 9 o'clock~

During the extraordinary period, everyone should pay attention to precautions, reduce going out, and remember to wear a mask!

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