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

The justifiable defense that Mr. Hu talked about was indeed something that Chen Ming didn't understand much in the past. After a lecture, it can be regarded as a lot of gains.

It's just that somewhere in my heart I always feel empty, as if something important has been ignored by me.

"Why are you so sluggish?"

Xie Yicong shoved him, "There is nothing that can't be solved with a meal. I heard that there is a new bibimbap restaurant in Yuzi Village outside the South Gate. Let's try it for dinner?"

Outside the south gate...?

A flash of light flashed in his mind, Chen Ming was shocked, and suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly:

"Brother Cong, tell me the truth, did I have a car accident outside the south gate?"

Although the memory is blurred, the heart-wrenching pain and bloody scenes cannot be faked.

However, Xie Yicong just stared at him in astonishment, and finally raised his hand to lightly touch his forehead:

"I don't have a fever, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"No, buddy, you know it's impossible when you think about it."

Seeing that Chen Ming was still suspicious of life, Xie Yicong patiently explained:

"In our closed campus, every motor vehicle has a speed limit, and you and I are typical dormitory squats. If it weren't for going out to improve their lives, who would run around outside the campus?"

"But..." Chen Ming still wanted to struggle for a few words, but suddenly felt a headache, the pain dissipated, and even the pictures became blurred.

By the way, and...

"Then wait for me for a while."

With a tense face, he turned on the computer and searched for the novel "Ten Miles of Red Makeup in Chaos in Beijing".

You can't say that this book is also conjectural, right?

Feeling uneasy, I pressed Enter to search, but what appeared in front of me was not the expected 404, but a large number of search results covering the computer screen.

What is this situation?

He was still looking at the search bar with a dazed expression, and Xie Yicong came up to him curiously: "Isn't this the romance novel that became popular a while ago?"

fire?But in his memory, it is obvious that the author's data is very poor, and he has even been hit to the point of self-locking?

Seeing that Chen Ming didn't answer, Xie Yicong continued:

"Speaking of this book, the reason why a rough guy like me knows it is because its author is a senior sister who has graduated from our academy!"

"Nowadays, ancient romance has become less and less popular, but she can stand out with her good writing style and wonderful plot design. Not only is she popular all over the Internet, but she also sold the copyright. It is estimated that there will be news of a TV series being released soon."

It's an old-fashioned old saying, but the three views are not correct? !

Everything in the memory had a huge deviation from his own cognition, Chen Ming still refused to give up and stared at the screen until the fonts were colorfully distorted in front of his eyes, it was really unsustainable——

Could it be that I really remembered it wrong?

But at the same time, in another space.

As the pale streamer sank between his eyebrows, Chen Ming trembled and fell to the ground.

Bai Jinman hastily freed up a hand to check his condition, only to see that his eyes were closed tightly and his complexion was bleak, he had already lost his breath!

how so!

He was short of breath and heartbroken for a moment, and raised his eyes to look at the source of the storm, with a trace of scarlet on the edge of his pupils:

"Senior, we didn't wantonly offend you. What's wrong with Xiao Ming? It's worth you taking away his soul so viciously?"

The Star Picking Scythe is the spiritual weapon of Dharma. The moment he touched Chen Ming, he felt that the body had lost the aura of the soul, and all kinds of vitality also stagnated with the disappearance of the soul.

Although this situation is not fatal for the time being, it is very dangerous. If the person's soul cannot return to the body in time, he will truly die.

His angry questioning did not get feedback from Feng Ling, but a sneer came from not far away, and the storm retreated to both sides, and a graceful and graceful figure flashed from it——

She was dressed in a golden sari, with fair complexion and delicate eyebrows, a mocking smile on the corner of her red mouth, and a ball of light in the palm of her right hand.

This ancient god in charge of the power of wind turned out to be a daughter.

"Si Xun! They just want to make use of the Yin Qi, so why embarrass others like this?"

Zhuo Li saw the spirit of the wind appeared, but his neck was locked by the spiritual power and he couldn't move, so he could only shout loudly: "You and I are both ancient spirits, why bother with mortals?"

"Zhuo Li, I haven't seen you for many years, and you still haven't improved at all."

Si Xun caressed his lips with his fingertips dyed vermilion Koudan, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his flowing eyes:

"If you hadn't believed that others seriously injured Yuanyao back then, how could you have ended up in the tragic situation where the two places are separated and you want to see but can't see?"

"You..." Being trampled on the painful foot, Zhuo Li's eyebrows showed obvious pain, "You knew that I was deceived at that time!"

"Hmph, you are indeed the weakest of the spirits of the Four Elephants. Not only is your spiritual power low, but your mind is also not bright. I don't know what that idiot Yuanyao is looking for in you."

Si Xun obviously didn't want to talk too much nonsense with Zhuo Li, so he raised his plain hand lightly, and sealed Zhuo Li's lips with a touch of spiritual power.

Then she turned around, raised her chin and squinted at Bai Jinman, and said with a haughty expression:

"Since you have something to ask for from me, you should naturally have the attitude of asking from others. Relying on your identity as the ancient sword sword spirit to launch an offensive at will, how can this seat let it go so easily?"

Bai Jinman's eyes fell on the light ball in her hand without blinking:

"Is this Xiao Ming's soul? You used illusion to imprison him in this ball?"

"That's right," Si Xun hooked his lips, "This is the soul-leaving realm that I have condensed with spiritual power. All souls trapped in it must rely on their own will to break through the illusion, otherwise they will be trapped in it forever , the body will slowly die.”

"It is said that the ancient sword and sword spirit were transformed by the blue dragon of the ancient protoss, and I really want to see with my own eyes how powerful his soul power is."

"How can you let him go?"

The pressure from the spirit of the wind's attack was too strong, Bai Jinman let out a muffled snort, feeling warm liquid pouring out of the corner of his mouth.

"Mortal, you have to know that you don't have the capital to negotiate with me."

Si Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, the light in his beautiful eyes flashed, and suddenly he smiled:

"Of course, your strong emotions are an excellent nourishment for the Soul-Leaving Realm. If you are willing to donate your soul to challenge the illusion of this seat and successfully escape, this seat may consider letting him go."

"I promise you." Bai Jinman didn't hesitate too much, his eyes were fixed, and his whole body shook slightly, which directly shook his soul out of his body!

His soul was incomplete from birth, although it was complete after being supplemented by dragon veins, compared with ordinary people, its connection with the physical body is still carelessly close;

Coupled with the natural advantage of Faxiang Lingwu, his perception of the sea of ​​consciousness is much more sensitive than ordinary Yuanli users, and it also gives him the ability to temporarily strip away the soul.

What's more, he still can't rest assured that the moment he extracts his soul is the moment when he is most vulnerable. If Si Xun intentionally harms him, the consequences will be disastrous.

Therefore, even with the possibility of self-injury, he also took a gamble.

"It's courageous."

Si Xun sneered, and also captured Bai Jinman's soul in the ball of light.

"Little Lord!"

Ruochen, who was at the side, was terrified, but there was no time to stop him, barely able to catch Bai Jinman's fallen body, seeing that his complexion was pale, his breathing was weak, and he had completely passed out.

He hugged Bai Jinman, trembling all over, suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth and said firmly: "You might as well take me into this ball of light."

Being proficient in illusion also means being sensitive to changes in the sea of ​​consciousness. Si Xun raised his eyelids and gave him a faint look, and couldn't help but chuckled:

"I didn't expect that you are also a lover."

"I originally wanted to let you off for a while, but since you are in a hurry to be punished, I am not polite."

As soon as her eyes were fixed, Ruochen's body fell down silently.

The moment before his consciousness disappeared, he still had time to hug Bai Jinman into his arms and tightly clasped his fingers.

Young master, wait for me.

Seeing that all three spirits were absorbed into the Lihun Realm, Si Xun lazily raised the corners of his mouth and removed the seal on Zhuoli's mouth.

"All the idlers have left, now you and I can finally have a good talk."

Her expression gradually turned cold: "Tell me, what happened to this ancient sword master?"

Zhuo Li pursed his lips and said nothing, only looked worriedly at the blurred figure in the ball of light, and slowly clenched his fists.

In Lihun Territory, Bai Jinman's soul had just been involved before falling into a dark cave.

His whole body was extremely heavy, and it was almost difficult to lift his fingers. He tried to stand up, but he gasped for breath, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The familiar pain spread from his chest to his whole body, he curled up slightly, covered his lips and coughed fiercely.

This feeling... was actually the same as when he was dying of serious illness in the past.

Putting down his blood-stained fingers, he sat up with difficulty, but froze in place the moment he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

What was displayed in front of him was a huge sword furnace, and not far away stood a huge iron sword that was tens of feet high and thick enough to be embraced by several people. A person was tightly bound by chains all over the sword, and under that person was a A raging flame.

This is……

His eyes fell on that person's pink face, passing over the small and delicate nose tip and round dark eyes——

It turned out to be exactly the same as Chen Ming's appearance!

The flames under his feet rose higher and higher, and under the unbearable high temperature, the man's clothes were already drenched with sweat.

The iron chains tore the delicate skin and bled, blood and dust were all over his face, and he cried out in embarrassment:

"Jun Mu, help me!"

Help me...Jun Mu...help me...

Blood was dripping from the corner of Bai Jinman's lips, he couldn't hold back his rapid panting, his heartbeat almost stopped for a moment:

This is the scene of Qinghong throwing himself into the sword casting furnace in his previous life!

Faxiang Lingwu's talent makes his soul power far stronger than ordinary people, even though his memory has been disturbed, he still instinctively feels something is wrong.

Seeing that he hesitated and did not move forward, Qinghong on the iron sword suddenly let out a cry of pain, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corner of his eyes:

"Why don't you come and save me, I'm going to be wiped out!"

"I..." Bai Jinman struggled violently with his heart, he was full of guilt towards Qinghong, and the greatest remorse in his previous life was precisely because he couldn't stop him from leaping into the sword furnace.

But I have used the lives of generations to make up for it. Not only is my life not as good as the weak crown, but I even have to suffer inhuman diseases, just to send that person into reincarnation.

What's more... If he remembers correctly, Qinghong in this life has already owed him everything, and even found his own happiness.

With such a man, what qualifications does he have to interfere in that person's life?

"Ahem..." He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, sighed softly and shook his head.

"Qinghong, I'm sorry, I've tried my best, but I still haven't been able to bring you back... Fortunately, you in the future have already found your destined person."

"You're going to be fine and happy."

"I'm sorry, and... goodbye."

The author has something to say: Why do I think Si Xun is also an assist?

Hee hee hee, everyone can guess what is the connection between System 001, the novel world and Gu Jian!

Little Matchmaker is coming to an end soon, I will try my best to finish it well!

And the collection finally slowly climbed over 3000, I am too difficult, crying loudly