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

Chen Ming couldn't help being amused by Gu Jian's strange reaction, he really couldn't think of any reason why this treasure that had been silent for thousands of years could be so excited.

Couldn't it be because he, the half-baked sword spirit who had been away for three years, returned?You know, he couldn't even convince himself of this reason.

Why?Is there any external factor?

Puzzled eyes turned to the system, but suddenly found that the person had disappeared without a trace.

Although the system that removes the high-cold personality has indeed made communication a lot easier, but the behavior is more mysterious and unpredictable. For example, at this time, it is obvious that he should be given some task guidance, but the person suddenly disappeared.

After trying to poke the system page several times, there was no response. Chen Ming had no choice but to sigh secretly and wait quietly.

It took him a lot of effort to understand the current situation. The side effect of the death-preventing gold medal is not only immobility, but his entire body is now sealed in the ancient sword. Outsiders have no way of detecting it, and they don't know how to reveal it.

If no one can notice, it means that he has to be trapped in this invisible place for a whole month——

Please, what contemporary social animals need most is human interaction, shutting up a small black room for a month, he will definitely go crazy!

The more Chen Ming thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, her eyes turned red with anxiety, but suddenly there was a small noise not far away.

This movement was extremely slight, if it wasn't so quiet that the surrounding area could be heard, it would never have been noticed.He couldn't help but get nervous for a moment, this place is where Lan Zhen's ancient sword is stored, not to mention that it is heavily guarded, and usually no one will break into it.What's more, it's midnight at this time, and it's even worse, who could it be?

After a while, a black-clothed figure slowly walked out from the shadows. At first glance, he was a man with a slender figure and well-proportioned bones. His soft black hair was tied high behind his head, revealing a forehead that was as translucent as jade.

He covered his face with a black gauze, only the upper half of his face was exposed, his black eyebrows were as thick as lacquer, but their shape was extremely elegant, they swept obliquely into the black temples, and the lines were neat and clean.Its next pair of narrow pupils are fluent in light and shadow, and the two smears of red at the end of the eyes are as bright as the clouds, and the flowers are blooming along the way.

Some unknown force instantly strangled Chen Ming's breath.

He, he is...

The man walks like a civet, light and quiet, and walks to the charm around the ancient sword in three or two steps. The brilliance in his right hand is lit up, and the surging energy extends out in the shape of a knife, cutting iron as easily as mud to break the enchantment A crack, dodging into it.

His gaze was as intense as it was real, and he pressed heavily towards the direction of the ancient sword, the scalding temperature could almost burn people.Soon, he stretched out his hand forward, stroking the blade with his slender, ice-white fingers, feeling the dark red luster surging under the surface of Chengyin, and a stagnant sigh escaped from the corner of his mouth:

"Why...why haven't you come back?"

The body of the ancient sword became hot to the touch in an instant, and there seemed to be some kind of power inside echoing the man. There was a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, but the brilliance in his eyes was sad and gloomy.

"I remember that when the ancient sword recognized its master, it was my blood that made the sword body appear." His tone seemed nostalgic and gentle, and he tilted his head slightly, as if he had fallen into some kind of long-term memory. The reaction is stronger than before, so why not... try again."

As he said that, he drew out his natal spirit weapon in his right hand, and cut deeply towards the wrist of his left hand!

A hideous wound opened on the snow-white skin, and blood gushed out of it like a small snake. He put his wrist close to the ancient sword, and let the warm liquid flow along the sword, soaking the stone surface below.

When the ancient sword came into contact with the man's blood, Chen Ming only felt that the pressure binding his body was lightened, and a strong buoyancy emerged from under his body, lifting him upward until he floated on the sword.

His whole body still couldn't move, but his eyes were extremely fierce, like resentment and admiration, the tears gathered were as crystal clear as stars, the corners of his mouth pressed down fiercely in grievance, choked up and said angrily:

"Luo Huaqing, you lunatic!"

Even though time has changed everything, he recognized him at the first sight when they met.

One day passed for him, and three years passed for that person, but what was repeated in each other's hearts was clearly the ardent longing accumulated over the years, as well as the self-evident deep-rooted tacit understanding.

Luo Huaqing stared blankly at the sword spirit that emerged, blinked her beautifully shaped eyes, trembling uncontrollably, and slowly reached in front of Chen Ming.

The moment he was about to touch it, he withdrew his hand suddenly, as if he was worried that the blood would stain the man, he hastily wrapped his wrist with a beam of Yuanli force to stop the bleeding, and then tried to reach out again:

"Is it you... Am I dreaming?"

The familiar temperature touched his cheeks, Chen Ming's nose was sour, and the tears that had endured for a long time fell "shua":

"It's me, I'm back."

It is not an ordinary greeting at the door, but a promise full of joy and comfort after crossing life and death, and passing through the barrier between reality and illusion.

Tears were streaming down Chen Ming's face, but his body was still unable to move. Luo Huaqing noticed his strangeness, reached out and picked him up by the waist, and held him carefully in front of his eyes, lest his actions hurt the other half:

"What's wrong with you? Why can't your body move?"

I saw the sword spirit that was originally alive and kicking, lying limply in his palm at this moment, collapsed as if he had lost all his bones, even if he fiddled with it, he had no power to resist.

"I don't want to...but after all, it's a narrow escape, and my body hasn't fully recovered. I need to rest for about a month before I can act as usual."

Sniffing, Chen Ming said in a few words, with the side effect of the special effect of avoiding death, and said in a low voice, "Why did you come here late at night? It's very dangerous!"

As Qingli's national treasure, Lan Zhen's ancient sword is hidden in a top secret of the state. On weekdays, there are also a large number of guards inspecting and patrolling nearby, and many of them are masters of the sixth-level element force.

Judging by Luo Huaqing's familiarity, it is obviously not the first time he has been back near the ancient sword.Now that he thinks about it, he can't help being afraid. If someone finds out, that person has wounds on his hands, how can he escape smoothly?

"It's okay, I just want to give it a try." Luo Huaqing smiled, as if he didn't care too much about the threat to his life, "It's because of this sword that you and I got married. I haven't been able to find you in the past few years. So I thought of coming here to try my luck.”

More words were swallowed by him. In the past three years, he has taken personal risks countless times. He has traveled through layers of obstacles to come to the ancient sword. He has tried a series of methods such as blood sacrifices and priming to no avail.

At the craziest moment, he even thought of stealing the ancient sword. Since Chen Ming met him for the first time in the Jinyan Cave, he might as well repeat the past, and maybe be able to summon the sword spirit again. uncertain.

The past cannot be remonstrated, and those who come can still be chased. It is useless to reminisce about the unbearable past at this time. He smiled slightly, and was about to ask more about Chen Ming's recent situation, but his eyes suddenly focused and turned to the side:

"No, someone is here!"

As if echoing his voice, the originally dark quiet room was instantly illuminated by the firelight outside the window, accompanied by dense human voices.

Luo Huaqing snorted coldly. Now that Chen Ming has been found, it is more dangerous to stay here any longer.

The condensed yuan force bound Chen Ming firmly to his chest, clinging to the skin of his heart, with no gaps in the middle, almost fused into one.Chen Ming's face was immediately stained with crimson, and then he lightened up, and jumped out of the window following Luo Huaqing.

After more than three years of diligent training, coupled with extraordinary talent, Luo Huaqing's Yuanli level at this time has reached an astonishing seventh-level peak, which is even higher than that of Bai Jinman at the same age.

After leaving the quiet room, he kept moving. With his left hand, he threw a virtual avatar of Yuanli, and with his right hand, he supported himself on the window lattice. His whole body was as agile as a wisp of green smoke, and he floated onto the roof like weightless.

After all, Luo Huaqing's illusionist was Qiu Hezi, and the illusioned avatar/body was indistinguishable from him in appearance, and could exist for half an hour apart from the caster, even those with medium-level strength could see it. Not abnormal, let alone ordinary people.

The guards who came from the quiet room were quickly attracted by the avatar. Taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, Luo Huaqing tapped the rubble with both feet, leaped up the palace wall not far away like a swallow, and quickly fled away under the cover of night.

"Wait a minute."

The guards were chasing the clone/body, running in the opposite direction to Luo Huaqing and Chen Ming, but a stream of silvery light passed over everyone's heads, bringing up a series of afterimages, and hit the back of the clone/body!

It was Xiao Rufu, General of the Hussar Battalion, who was born to be the Spiritual Martial Arts, Poyun Spear.

The handsome face was tense like a knife, and Xiao Rufu looked gloomy, silently retracted the Cloud Breaking Spear, and clenched his fists.

After he threw the Cloud Breaking Spear, he didn't feel the sluggishness of the spear tip piercing the flesh. After being hit by the spear, he only trembled for a moment, and then turned into a puff of black smoke under the impact of Yuan Force, dissipating without a trace.

"This is just a trick of the little thief. His body has already escaped, and it may be futile to track him down."

He used his power to spread his voice far away, ensuring that everyone present could hear him clearly: "The Dragon Boat Festival will be in less than one month, and nobles from all over the world will come to the Proton Mansion to visit, so there must be no mistakes in Gu Jian's guards. I will Immediately inform His Majesty to strengthen the guarding of the enchantment, and also strengthen the defense to everyone, so don't easily fall into other people's tricks."

Staring at the palace wall not far away, his eyes were gloomy, as if a thousand years of profound ice that could not be melted was condensed in it.

Since the beginning of three years ago, there have been frequent people secretly coming in and out of the quiet room where the ancient sword is stored. He deliberately surrounded him, but that person's cultivation level was extremely high and his body skills were agile, even if he tried his best, he couldn't stop him.

Being able to come and go freely in the Nine Palaces is not restricted, and there is no clue in the secret investigation of the palaces. If it is not a top expert, it is trying to hide its identity and lurk in this huge palace.

After all, who will it be?

The moonlight was shining, reflecting Luo Huaqing's speeding figure. To Chen Ming's surprise, after successfully escaping from the quiet room, he did not go straight back to Zhixi Palace, but fled to the outside of the palace.

Jiuque Palace is built at the foot of Qionghua Mountain, and on the north side is a dense forest on the outskirts of Yaofeng City. It looks extraordinarily dark and quiet in the night, and there seems to be endless undercurrents lurking in it.

About half an hour later, Luo Huaqing flew down on tiptoe, raised her hand and rubbed Chen Ming's hair messed up by the night wind, and said with a light smile:

"Follow me to meet someone first."

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