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

"What are you going to do?"

Bai Jinman glanced at Ruochen faintly, his voice was a little cold.

It's not that he doesn't understand Ruochen's thoughts, but he couldn't restrain his desire to ask.

It is clear that the person who violated the rules was right.

Ruochen's footsteps stopped, and his expression was slightly surprised:

"This subordinate intends to get some bedding and set up a floor bunk next to the bed, so that if there is any change during the night, the subordinate can know in time."

The heart skipped a beat, Bai Jinman pursed his lips, momentarily at a loss for words.

It's like punching cotton, not only can't exert strength, even the target is not clear——

In other words, because of the emotions of other people's every move, my heart has long been a little messed up.

Chen Ming was silent at the side, and also smelled something unusual.

The gossip soul of contemporary people is burning fiercely, and he has the urge to fan the flames, poking Zhuoli beside him:

"Ali, do me a favor."

Shui Ling is naive and ignorant, so of course she doesn't understand what kind of showmanship the so-called "God Assist" is.

However, his learning ability is excellent, and he quickly realized the role he should play. He jumped off Chen Ming's shoulder with a chuckle, and stood on the ground to transform into a boy.

"Ah, after such a long journey, I'm really exhausted~"

He wailed, ignoring the eyes of others, picked one of the soft beds and lay down on it, hugging the pillow and rolling back and forth:

"Xiao Ming, come and try it too!"

Please, you have stayed on my shoulders all this way, curled up to sleep from time to time, how could you be tired?

Chen Ming secretly slandered him a few words, and sat down beside the bed in a calm manner:

"Hey, I didn't expect this bed to be so spacious, it shouldn't be a problem to sleep two people."

"Yes, yes, besides, it's already winter, how cold it is to lie on the ground,"

Zhuo Li poked his head out from the quilt, blinked and said with a smile: "Human boy, don't bother to make the floor. What's the trouble if you squeeze with your family master?"

"This..." Ruochen's eyes lit up, and he was secretly happy, but when he turned to Bai Jinman, he restrained his expression and put on a hesitant look.

Bai Jinman had no choice but to hold his forehead, and couldn't help feeling annoyed at his devious thoughts. It was obviously a simple matter, so why bother with it?

So he quickly retracted his gaze and said indifferently:

"Then Ruochen will sleep with me tonight, there is no need to discuss this matter."

After he made a final decision, the three people who had their own thoughts didn't say anything more. After dinner, they each took a bath and washed, and then went to bed to rest.

What the innkeeper said was indeed true. It is almost deep winter now, and the night in the desert area can indeed be called ice-cold.

Wrapping the quilt tightly around her body, Bai Jinman fell into a drowsy sleep, but her body still couldn't restrain her slight trembling.

He has been weak for many years, and even though his old illness has recovered, he is still very afraid of the cold.

In a daze, it seemed that there was something warm and tough not far away. He couldn't help but get closer to touch it. His cold skin was warmed and moisturized, and he couldn't help but want to absorb more.

"Mm...cold..." He whispered half-consciously, and suddenly a pair of arms embraced him, carefully hugging him into his arms.

On the other side of the bed, Ruochen leaned his back against the wall, relying on the cold bricks to regain consciousness for a moment.

Bai Jinman was curled up in his arms, his face was pale and his black hair was loose, and a section of snow-white wrist was exposed under the slipped clothes, glowing dimly in the night.

Never make a sound...

Otherwise, the person's light sleep will be awakened.

He raised his legs slightly, wrapped Bai Jinman's icy legs and feet warmly, and then gently stroked his back, nourishing the man's new and fragile meridians with his strands of energy.

After running for a whole week, the opponent's palm gradually warmed up, and some blood returned to his face.

Ruochen raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat from his forehead, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

The man finally got a good night's sleep.

The tense nerves were relaxed, and the drowsiness suddenly swept over like a tide.

He sighed softly, and couldn't help but think of the crystal red that caught his eyes when he first entered the inn during the day.

Anwei came from humble beginnings, and he has followed Bai Jinman faithfully for many years, always burying that forbidden feeling in his heart.

Even if he couldn't hold it back now, he was unwilling to force it. He just stretched out his hand and waited quietly. When the person looked back and checked, maybe one day he would find that he never left.

"I will never do anything against your will, young master."

He cupped the man's slightly cool palm in his heart, and closed his eyes satisfied.

Afterwards, there was nothing to say all night. When I woke up the next morning, Zhuo Li turned into a spirit body and returned to Chen Ming's shoulders. The three of them packed up their luggage, paid the rent and left the inn. They bought a few bamboo hats and dry food on the street, and went He took a camel to the Desert of Chasing Wind outside the city.

Sand and dust weather frequently occurs in winter, and recently, there has been a strong wind sweeping through the field of chasing the wind.

The three of them tied the camel to a nearby stone, and Bai Jinman looked around, seeing that the incoming yellow sand showed no signs of weakening, and said in a deep voice:

"This sandstorm is very severe. To be on the safe side, we'd better find a shelter from the wind for a while, and wait for the storm to subside before setting out to search."

Chen Ming nodded in agreement, followed behind Bai Jinman, found a big rock that could block the wind, and squatted down behind him.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something else, but as soon as he sat down, he felt a powerful breath of spiritual power. Although it only appeared for a moment, it was enough for him to discern the approximate direction.

"This is……"

Before he had time to ask questions, Zhuo Li had already jumped down and transformed into a physical form:

"Xiao Ming, this storm is unusual, and the spirit of the wind is probably nearby."

Chen Ming nodded slightly, his brows furrowed, and he fell into thought.

According to what A Li told himself before, the spirit of the wind is moody, relying on a pure illusion cultivation base to dominate the world.

This illusion is also different from the island guard illusion he experienced on Yeliu Island before. It is not affected by changing the external environment, but directly invades the sea of ​​consciousness of others, intensifying the greatest fear or the strongest desire in his heart.

If the subject does not have a strong willpower, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist, and the result of failure is to sink into the illusion forever, unable to struggle out.

His finger pierced deeply into his palm, and he felt uneasy. Originally, looking for the seal of wind this time was tantamount to risking his life, and he never thought that Bai Jinman and Ruochen would be involved.

For now, we can only minimize the damage as much as possible.

"Bai Nai," he said solemnly, "I just sensed it with my spiritual power. This storm is probably related to the spirit of the wind. The spirit of the wind is best at manipulating people's hearts with illusions. Your star picking sickle is Faxiang Lingwu, should be able to resist one or two."

Bai Jinman didn't doubt that he was there, the brilliance shot out from the palm of his right hand, and the vitality spread out like quicksilver, and he immediately held a faint blue transparent sickle in his hand.

The white wrist flicked lightly, and the tail handle of the star picking sickle tapped on the ground, and soon there were blue ripples rippling, forming a hemispherical barrier of energy around the boundary about a foot away from the three of them.

"I will keep sending Yuanli to ensure that the barrier of the Star Picking Scythe will not collapse," he smiled slightly at Chen Ming, "You just need to protect yourself."

Chen Ming nodded vigorously. Feeling the spiritual power of the ancient sword spread all over his body, it was immediately contained in his voice, and the voice spread far away:

"I am Lan Zhen, the ancient sword spirit. I have come to Chasing the Wind Desert to look for the seal of the wind. I also hope that the senior Feng Ling will show up to meet you!"

It was too late to say it, but it was so fast, before he finished speaking, the storm in front of him suddenly condensed into one wave, and hit hard on the boulder where the three of them were hiding!

In an instant, the stone made a loud cracking sound, and the sharp gravel fell heavily on the outer layer of the Star Picking Scythe barrier, and was bounced away again and again;

The camel tied to the side was also thrown into the air by the strong wind, and immediately fled away in a panic after landing.

"What a powerful force!"

As the supporter of the barrier, Bai Jinman felt more clearly that the raging storm was not only wrapped in gravel and gravel, but also contained a lot of tyrannical spiritual power, hitting the edge of the barrier time and time again.

Even though his cultivation base of Yuanli has already stood firmly at the eighth level, facing the terrifying power from the original attribute, it is no different from Yinghuo to Haoyue, and in just a moment, he feels a dull pain in his chest.

Seeing that Bai Jinman was stretched to the left and right, Chen Ming was in a hurry and didn't care to think too much, so he condensed a beam of spiritual power and bombarded directly at the source of the storm.

He must be rescued when attacking the enemy, and he only wanted to save Bai Jinman from the siege, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Li beside him suddenly changed his face:

"Xiao Ming, don't!"

It is a fact that the spirit of the wind has a bad attitude, but the spirit of the four elephants, as the origin of the genus of origin force, is regulated by the laws of heaven and earth, so it is easy to not take the initiative to launch an offensive against ordinary people.

But the spiritual power released by Chen Ming undoubtedly broke this delicate balance. Before he could stop it, there was a burst of laughter in the storm:

"Ancient sword and sword spirit, really overestimate their abilities!"

"Si Xun, we don't mean to offend, don't indiscriminately hurt innocent people!"

Zhuo Li's hand flashed with light, and the surging water element rushed out, as if he wanted to block the next move of the spirit of the wind, but suddenly his whole body froze.

Lowering his eyes, he saw a wisp of pale spiritual power firmly locking his throat!

"Ali!"

Seeing that he was restrained, Chen Ming's mind power was as sharp as a knife in his palm, and he quickly slashed at the ray of energy, but there was a sudden chill between his brows.

It seemed that a cold icicle pierced through without any hindrance, smashing his reason and consciousness to pieces. He let out a muffled grunt, his eyes darkened and he fell down.

The moment he lost consciousness, Bai Jinman and Zhuo Li seemed to be crying anxiously in his ears, but he couldn't even struggle, and could only fall powerlessly into the chaotic darkness.

There was a suffocating pain in the chest, as if drowning in deep water and unable to breathe, I don't know how long it took before a dim light appeared in front of my eyes——

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, gasping for breath like a drowning dying person.

This movement immediately attracted the attention of the people around him. Someone gently touched his arm with an elbow and asked with a smile:

"Isn't it just that I squinted for a while between classes, why did it look like drowning?"

Between classes...a nap?

Chen Ming raised his head in a daze, and saw a magnified handsome face in front of him, a snow-white T-shirt with neat short hair, and crooked smiling eyes——

Isn't this his best friend Xie Yicong?

He stood up and looked around, only to realize that he was in a lecture hall.

All the students coming and going around me put their laptops on the table and got ready to listen to the class.

"It will be Lao Hu's criminal law lecture soon. Didn't you tell me that you were interested in the topic of self-defense last time?"

Xie Yicong felt a little funny, and raised his hand to pat the back of his head:

"Could it be that the posture is wrong, and you are sleeping stupidly?"

The author has something to say: Hehehe, today is really amazing!

I originally wanted to write about the brains of the entertainment industry, but in the morning, I was suddenly inspired by God, and I thought of a new brain, and then I was busy all morning with enthusiasm, and finally my liver came out qwq

Guaranteed to be colorful, there will be crematoriums for the tyrant master and apprentice chasing his wife next year!Pass by and collect it 1551

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"The tyrant fell in love with the master again [Rebirth]"

The genius Fu Xiucheng Yuexi took in an apprentice named Fu Hanzhang

This young man is gentle and obedient, talented and intelligent, he will call him Shizun sweetly and softly, and cook him delicious meat buns

But such a well-behaved disciple is a tyrant

The world was spinning, and when he opened his eyes again, his hands and feet were locked, and the man pinched his chin with a presumptuous and dangerous expression

"You finally fell into my hands, Master." He smiled cruelly and indifferently.

"The taste of being cheated, is it still satisfying?"

┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉

In his previous life, Fu Hanzhang was an evil dragon that everyone shouted to kill, but he was taken in by Si Xi, the Immortal of Diancang, and became his beloved disciple

Master loves him and loves him, and has become his heart and soul, Yun Jianyue

He could give everything for his master, but he couldn't bear the man's sword piercing deeply into his chest, his eyes were cold:

"Then go to die."

go to hell

Words to punish the heart

┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉

In the first rebirth, Fu Hanzhang's eyes were blinded by paranoia and violence. He dragged the blood-stained moon from the sky and locked him in a cage

But when the misunderstanding was resolved and the chaos in the Three Realms suddenly arose, he repented and threw himself into the flames of the Gate of the Void Abyss

The moonlight still follows him

┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉

If the road ahead is forever night

just let me light your way home

[The girl from the previous life is now sick and charming, the tyrant attacks x the cold and forbearing beauty suffers]