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

It's not that Mu Zhengyan overreacted, Chen Ming's complexion is indeed extremely bad at the moment.

The original plump cheeks were slightly sunken, and his complexion was icy white, so bleak that it was no different from a white paper. There was a faint blackness between his brows, and his thin clothes were too heavy for his shoulders, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Well, cough cough cough..."

Chen Ming pressed his lips and coughed a few times, knowing that this was a normal reaction to low health, and he didn't pay too much attention to it: "I'm fine, but I got some injuries from fighting the Spirit of Fire a while ago, and I haven't recovered yet. That's all."

"Speaking of the spirit of fire, I found that there is something extra on this ancient sword." Mu Zhengyan glanced at him indifferently, "The seal of the spirit of the four elephants created by Jun Mu thousands of years ago, no sword master in the past has been able to do it." Collect them all, you have found three of them, it really makes this old man very impressed."

"The spirit of the four elephants can give Qingqing the powerful power to mobilize the power of the basic elements, so that no matter what kind of difficulties he faces in the future, he must have the ability to protect himself." Chen Ming lowered his eyes, "This way I can feel more at ease. "

"You are a sword spirit, and you still have a lot of time to waste, why do you have such a half-dead tone?"

Mu Zhengyan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, couldn't help but clasped his wrist in his palm, frowned and felt it carefully, and said solemnly: "Sword Spirit, tell me the truth, is there some power that is eating away at you? Your vitality?"

The flow of spiritual power under his palm shocked him. Although Chen Ming is a sword spirit and does not have the pulse of ordinary people, he can feel the direction of spiritual power from his wrist.

Although the sword spirit's spiritual power is strong now, there is a more ruthless force rushing left and right in it, constantly eating away the vitality in the spirit body.What's more, this force is tightly wrapped around his core of spiritual power. If he tries to destroy it, the sword spirit will also perish.

Chen Ming showed a wry smile, and guessed that the "weird power" that Mu Zhengyan was talking about was probably the matchmaker system he was carrying, but it was inconvenient to explain directly, so he could only explain:

"I'm not very clear either. This seems to be the price I paid for leaving the ancient sword in this world. It cannot be escaped or reversed."

"This old man has never heard of such a saying..." Mu Zhengyan rubbed his chin, "Is this why you don't hesitate to let the sword master forget the relationship between you and save his life?"

Caressing Luo Huaqing's peaceful sleeping face, Chen Ming nodded and knelt down beside the barrel: "I only hope that he can live a happy and safe life. No matter where I am in the future, I will never forget him."

The sadness in his words penetrated deeply into Mu Zhengyan's heart. Although the latter couldn't fully understand it, he couldn't help but sigh: "But your choice like this may not be the result that conforms to the sword master's wishes."

"Jianling, do you know that on Yeliu Island, the sword master once quietly asked me to help him find a treasure?" He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said in a deep voice.

"What... what?" Chen Ming became nervous for a moment.

"It's a thousand-year-old sacred tree that grows in the dragon's veins." Mu Zhengyan raised his hands and gestured, "Here, it's about this thick and thin. It grows with the dragon's veins and the Yang veins. It has the power of life and death, flesh and bones, but its biggest The effect is to warm and nourish the incomplete soul."

"Shenmu is only born in the yang veins. Originally, the dragon veins only opened up a yin vein. Otherwise, Xiao Yezi would have used the Shenmu to save Jun Mu's reincarnated boy. Why did you let you take such a big risk to reshape the dragon veins?"

Mu Zheng said: "Based on your current situation, if there is a way to strip away the spiritual power that hurts your body, and then pour your soul back into the spiritual core of the Shenmu, it will not be difficult to live for a long time."

Is this... is this possible?Strip the existence of the system, and then survive in the novel world in a new way?

Chen Ming felt that his worldview had been greatly impacted, and he was dumbfounded and speechless, but suddenly a familiar voice came from his ear: 【Trust him, Xiao Ming, I will help you. 】

Wow? !

He turned around suddenly, but there was no one behind him, as if everything just now was just his own illusion.

Mu Zhengyan observed his reaction, and sighed secretly for a long time: "This is all for later, the most urgent thing is to relieve this kid from the love gu, sword spirit, take off your outer shirt and enter this bathtub."

"Wh-what? Me?" A thin blush flooded Chen Ming's face, and he realized belatedly that the size of the wooden barrel was indeed too big for Luo Huaqing alone.

"You are the ancient sword sword spirit, and your own spiritual power is closest to him. When the old man prepared the antidote, he added candle keel and star grass. These two medicines are powerful and will have a great impact on his heart. You need to use your spiritual power to protect him."

Mu Zhengyan turned his back as he spoke, with a rather disgusting tone: "The old man has never seen any troubles, and we are all men, so why should you be ashamed? Quickly feed him the antidote, and I will prepare to relieve him." An instrument of medicinal power."

After his figure disappeared behind the screen, Chen Ming tried his best to calm down his violent heartbeat, untied his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

Luo Huaqing had already absorbed the calming potion in the barrel to a great extent, and was now falling into a deep sleep.Chen Ming poured out the only vermilion round pill from the small porcelain bottle on the side, and brought it to his mouth to feed it.

However, Luo Huaqing's lips were tightly pressed, he had no choice but to hold the elixir in his mouth, and put it on the man's lips.

As soon as the dragonfly touched the water, the intense heartbeat almost made him faint. He leaned on the edge of the tub to relax for a while, and then he called weakly: "Senior Mu, I have fed Qingqing the antidote."

"Feed a pill like this, if someone doesn't know the inside story, they can't guess what you are doing,"

Mu Zhengyan came over with a sheepskin roll of silver needles and a few squares of clean towels, and glanced at him with distaste, "It's not too late, the antidote will take effect soon, let's start now."

He raised his hand to pick up a pile of silver needles, and pierced along the key points on Luo Huaqing's head. At the same time, Chen Ming also poured spiritual power into the palms of both hands, covering Luo Huaqing's heart.

The warm spiritual power overflowed along the opponent's meridians without any obstruction, and he realized that this was the result of Luo Huaqing's wholehearted trust in him, and couldn't help but redden his eyes.

Mu Zhengyan's hands kept moving, and the silver needles almost covered Luo Huaqing's entire neck and back. The moment the last needle fell, Luo Huaqing suddenly trembled, his eyes widened, and he let out a cry of pain!

Dark red lines gradually emerged from his temples and heart, slowly spreading along his face and chest, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Chen Ming immediately felt the terrifying high temperature on the lines, but still resisted the sharp burning pain from the skin, and continued to output spiritual power.

"The love gu poison has been forced out, and he is desperately fighting back." Mu Zhengyan moved his fingers one after another, and the rich spiritual power flow surrounded the silver needles. "No matter what happens, he must protect his heart, otherwise Toxin invades, everything falls short!"

Chen Ming nodded, cold sweat broke out from the corners of his forehead, the skin under his palms had been blackened by the horrible heat burns, but he endured the pain, not even a single groan.

Luo Huaqing, who was in extreme pain, opened his eyes wide, but his vision was blood red and he couldn't distinguish anything outside.

The remaining sanity and consciousness were eroded by the pain, without warning, he suddenly stretched out his hand and tightened Chen Ming's waist!

"Well!"

Chen Ming was pushed vigorously by him, nearly lost his balance, and leaned forward slightly. He also didn't expect that Luo Huaqing suddenly turned his head and bit his neck viciously!

The delicate skin was immediately cut open by the canine teeth, blood flowed out, and the sweet smell quickly diffused between Luo Huaqing's lips and teeth.

I don't know if the blood was bitten, but the wound soon bled profusely, and the bright red color spread rapidly along half of the shoulder, dripping into the water in bits and pieces.

"Sword Spirit!" Mu Zhengyan was taken aback, as if he wanted to knock Luo Huaqing unconscious at the risk of damaging his consciousness.

But Chen Ming shook his head resolutely, even though such a simple action immediately caused a splash of blood.

"I'm fine...Senior, save him quickly."

Tears poured out of Chen Ming's eyes uncontrollably, but he didn't care about the gradually torn wound on his shoulder, and still pressed tightly against Luo Huaqing's heart.

Time passed minute by minute, until the medicinal solution in the wooden barrel gradually turned light red, and the detoxification process was declared over.

Mu Zhengyan pulled out the silver needles that had been blackened by the poison one by one, looked at Chen Ming whose body was half soaked in blood, with a worried expression:

"His pulse needs to be protected for a while, why don't you rest first and let me continue?"

"No...no need, if the flow of spiritual power is cut off, it will be very difficult to resume it," Chen Ming curled up his pale mouth, "It's fine senior, I can still hold on."

Most of his spiritual power had already been lost with the blood, and his eyes were dark, but he was only relying on his willpower to support himself.

The notifications from the system in his ears rang out in disorder, and his health points, which had already been few, had dropped to less than 30.

Mu Zheng couldn't hold back his persistence, so he could only sigh:

"I hope he can survive smoothly and live up to your efforts."

More than two hours later, near dusk, Mu Zhengyan felt that the Gu poison fluctuations on Luo Huaqing's body had completely disappeared, and the man's eyelashes quivered slightly and he was about to wake up, so he said in relief:

"The Gu poison has been cleared, he should be fine."

"It's so... so good."

Trembling and withdrawing his spiritual power, Chen Ming struggled to raise his fingers, as if he wanted to touch Luo Huaqing's face, but suddenly his body went limp and he fell backwards.

His body was already on the verge of limit, and his tense nerves were slightly relaxed, and he immediately fell into a coma of self-protection.

Mu Zhengyan's eyebrows twitched, and he was about to support him, but the other person in the bathtub had woken up at some point, and opened his arms to hold Chen Ming in his arms.

He opened his eyes wide, and the expression in them gradually recovered. He hugged the cold, pale and weak Chen Ming tightly, and was so shocked that even the ending sound changed:

"This...what's the matter?"

"Just now when the old man undid the Gu for you, the poison of the Gu poisoned fiercely. In order to strengthen yourself, the Yuanli in your body instinctively devoured the sword spirit's spiritual power and used it for your own use,"

Mu Zhengyan smeared the ground medicine on Chen Ming's scar on the side of Chen Ming's neck finely: "He can bear it, he was bitten by you like this and didn't make a sound, he didn't pass out until it was confirmed that you were fine."

"Senior, you summon Mingcheng... what?"

Luo Huaqing bit her lip tightly, trying to regain consciousness with the pain.The thoughts in his mind were chaotic, and it seemed that many complicated pictures flashed by for a while, making it impossible for him to distinguish them.

"Mingcheng?" Mu Zhengyan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly there was a cold smile.

"He's not Mingcheng. The one in front of you is the sword spirit of Lan Zhen's ancient sword, Chen Ming?"

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