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

When Luo Huaqing hit the barrier, the scene in front of him was colorful and distorted. In a blink of an eye, the corridor ahead disappeared without warning. He swayed and was already on the deck.

In the end what happened?

He looked around and saw that the sea was choppy, but the people on the deck seemed to be unaware and still kept their original positions.

He had already spread the evacuation order just now, and it was impossible for the scene in front of him to appear. In other words, this was not the real deck situation at all, and everything was just an illusion created by the illusion storm——

"It turned out to be a mirage..." he murmured.

Jin Yan told him when investigating the illusion of Yeliu Island that the reality and complexity of the illusion are closely related to the spiritual power of the caster.

Different from Yuanli, spiritual power is not innate, but acquired through cultivation. It does not have strong attack power, and mainly relies on illusion and spiritual magic to exert its effect.

People with low spiritual power activate the illusion, and can only simply change the shape of the utensils in the real world, and can even be easily discovered by people: but with the increase of cultivation level, not only the things conjured by illusion can gradually turn out to be fake, but can even affect the whole environment. Make changes to fold, compress or lengthen the space.

"Mirage" is the embodiment of the ability of people with extremely high spiritual power. It can fold multiple layers of illusions together. When others move in the illusion, they only need to slightly change the level of the illusion space to transfer people to another place. scene.

But falsehood is falsehood after all.No matter how the scenery in front of him changes, from the perspective of detaching from the illusion, he has always remained in place without moving.

Remember not to get upset.

He held his breath and concentrated his soul into one. He submerged his mind to carefully feel the changes in the wave flow of spiritual power around him. At the same time, the rich power spread from the palm of his right hand, enveloping his whole body, feeling the flow of spiritual power.

Chen Ming is a sword spirit, and has a natural affinity for the spiritual power of illusions.Since fighting against the illusion will be disturbed by mirages, it is better to find another way, feel their whereabouts along the spiritual power, and you should be able to find Chen Ming's location.

"Wait for me..." He frowned, his cherry red lips fluttered, and muttered to himself.

At the same time, in the warehouse where Chen Ming was, the water was up to his waist.He was sitting on the haystack and waiting for Luo Huaqing, but now that he is as stable as Mount Tai, he will definitely be swallowed by the sea water, just as the meridians in his legs have also been unblocked, he simply stood up by supporting the wall.

The ever-burning lamp in the storeroom was extinguished by the sea water, and his eyes were in darkness. He groped to the door, grabbed the handle and tried to open the door, but for some reason, the door remained motionless as if it had been welded dead, and he let him use it. It doesn't help to work hard.

What... what's going on?

The water was still pouring into the room surgingly, and it was about to fill his chest in a blink of an eye. Chen Ming kicked and beat the door wildly. He was struck by claustrophobic fear and life threat at the same time. He could no longer keep calm and shouted Say:

"Qingqing!"

"Qingqing, where are you!"

"I can't open the door no matter what, I can't leave here, come and save me!"

He promised that he would come back... He will definitely appear... Chen Ming shivered uncontrollably as the icy sea water surged up, and stretched out his arms to hug himself tightly.

In the past, he was protected too well by Luo Huaqing and the system, naively thinking that no matter what kind of difficulties he faced, he could rely on the bug-like props and the hero's perverted strength to turn the tide.

But at this moment, he was the only one left. He didn't know how to control spiritual power or break through illusions. What's more, he was a landlubber. Before the sea water submerged his neck, he felt a strong suffocation.

"Qingqing, help me, please, please appear quickly..."

Chen Ming patted on the door in vain, his nose was sore and his eyes were reddish, his voice was clearly tinged with tears.

The feeling of despair is getting stronger and stronger. In this world, he has no one else to trust. Although he knows that there is little hope, he can only stubbornly hold on to this life-saving straw and refuse to let go.It was as if by reciting that person's name, one could gain some power in the emptiness.

In the corridor on the second floor that he couldn't see, Bai Jinman and Ruochen were checking the evacuation situation one by one. The two of them had already arrived near the gangway, but Bai Jinman seemed to have a sudden realization and turned back to check.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Seeing him stop suddenly, Ruochen seemed a little anxious: "The sea water will soon flood the cabin, we have to return to the escape cabin behind the boat as soon as possible, otherwise..."

"It's okay, I suddenly remembered that something important was left in the room, I have to go back, and I will go to the escape cabin to meet you later."

For some reason, that faint cry lingered in his mind all the time, and he couldn't tell who it came from, but it still made his heart anxious.

He let out a low cry, the brilliance of his right hand flashed, and the crystal and slender Star Picking Scythe immediately appeared in his palm: "My Star Picking Scythe is a spirit weapon, and it has a natural restraint effect on illusion-like spells. You don't have to worry about my safety. Hurry up and go to the escape cabin to protect Xiao Ci."

"Wait a minute, young master!"

Ruochen didn't expect him to say that the wind is the rain, and he flew out in a flash, and hurriedly reached out to stop him, but the space in front of him was suddenly distorted.He only felt that his arm had penetrated into a viscous wave, and his vision was hazy for a while, and by the time he regained consciousness, Bai Jinman had long since disappeared.

Bai Jinman felt that something was wrong when he took a step forward. He lowered his eyes to feel the flow of spiritual power around him for a moment, and a helpless smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is it actually a mirage?"

Although the mirage is indeed a manifestation of the peak spiritual power of the caster of the illusion, the star picking sickle is a rare spiritual martial arts. In order to enhance his strength, Bai Yunxiao also added a secondary training of spiritual power in addition to the cultivation of primordial power. , one of the most important items is to let him fight against high-level spiritual power users.

The most common form of confrontation is tantamount to a mirage.

But since the mirage has the effect of folding space and distorting reality, even if the cognitive illusion caused by spiritual power is broken, the damage to the body caused by space folding is inevitable after all.

He was still a little hesitant, but the man's desperate cry suddenly came from his ears, but compared to just now, the voice was extremely weak, intermittently following the turbulence of the sea:

"Save... help me..."

This voice is...Xiao Ming?

Aware of some terrible fact, Bai Jinman's chest seemed to be clenched tightly by a huge force, and the last hesitation was squeezed out. He pointed forward brazenly with the star-picking sickle in his hand, and the transparent and solid light of lavender Yuanli centered on the blade of the mega-blade Gradually spread out.

His elemental force attribute was originally just an ordinary gold type, but because his natal spirit was too powerful, it mutated and became an extremely rare thunder attribute. In addition to the control power of metal, he also derived the power of thunder Explosive power and the burning ability of some fire attributes.

It's just that the stronger the ability, the heavier the burden on the body when using it, not to mention that he has been suffering from illness for many years, and his bones are broken.

As the scope of Yuanli's rays of light continues to expand, the illusion picture is squeezed and can't help but retreat, gradually showing the real scene:

At this moment, he had already moved away from the gangway, and was standing in the middle of the corridor on the second floor below the deck, not too far from the place where the shout came from.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A sharp pain suddenly pierced into his chest, Bai Jinman's eyes blurred, he couldn't help but slowly slid and knelt on the ground holding the star picking sickle, his throat couldn't suppress the sweet smell.

Hot blood oozed out between his fingers and dripped onto the ground. He realized the critical situation in front of him, so he just clenched his cuffs and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he stood up holding the star picking sickle, and walked quickly to run forward.

"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming!" He forced himself to endure the surge of energy and blood, and tried to raise his voice, "Where are you? Tell me what you hear!"

His voice spread far away in the corridor through Yuanli. In the warehouse, the accumulated sea water was almost submerged to the ceiling. Chen Ming was floating on the surface of the water with a piece of broken wood, half-conscious.

His whole body was trembling, his bangs were sticking wetly to his forehead, and his face was no different from a white paper.Originally, the eyes couldn't hold back and were about to close, but suddenly there was a faint shout in the ear, which became more and more clear:

"Xiao Ming... where are you..."

He, he is not Qingqing, but...

Huge surprise and shock surged in Chen Ming's heart. He never expected the development of the situation to become like this. The will to survive was rekindled instantly. He tried his best to row to the door and shouted to the corridor:

"Here I am! In the warehouse at the end of the corridor!"

He had yelled for too long before, his voice was hoarse and sore, even though he tried his best, his voice was not very loud, but Bai Jinman immediately sensed the weak response from the other party, and rushed to the door of the warehouse with strength on his feet, his eyes froze, and the The Star Picking Scythe slashed over!

How could he fail to see with his cultivation base that the reason why Chen Ming was trapped and unable to escape was precisely because the illusionist used spiritual power to seal the entrance of the space. Can't break through.

"Kang Dang!" Wherever the Star Picking Scythe went, the spiritual power of the illusion collapsed one after another, the door that was originally closed was suddenly opened, and the accumulated sea water poured over Bai Jinman's head and face in an instant.

Followed by Chen Ming, who was in a state of embarrassment, rushed towards him like an octopus. His feet were unsteady and he couldn't catch it, so he could only embrace him and fall to the ground.

And the seawater accumulated in the corridor was already waist high, and Bai Jinman choked on a few mouthfuls of water in a blink of an eye. The violent cough caused injuries in his body, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Chen Ming hurriedly got up from him, held his arm and pulled him out of the water, "Bai Nai, are you alright?"

"Ahem, I'm fine..." Bai Jinman smiled weakly, his strength could no longer be maintained, and streamers of the star-picking sickle melted into the palm of his right hand.

His snow-like white clothes were tightly attached to his body, making his figure more slender and slender.Chen Ming looked at his pale face which could not be called "nothing" at all, and was about to ask, but he waved his hand feebly, covering his mouth and coughing muffledly.

"Has your illness flared up again?"

The blood dripping from his palm was so obvious that Chen Ming gasped in pain, and stretched out his hand to hold the other palm that was hanging beside him.

There is a special connection between the two. In the past, as long as he touched Bai Jinman himself, his illness would be relieved a lot.

But now, even though his cheeks were flushed from holding back, the cool air that he could summon up easily still refused to emerge. Instead, Bai Jinman's complexion became worse and worse, and beads of sweat rolled down the corners of his forehead.

what the hell is it?

The author has something to say: (Mina-san, I am currently collecting manuscripts, and I plan to write more on the day of November, so I will write more in these two days, and the update will start on November, everyone forgive me!)

So the hero who saved the beauty became the white nanny?

The development of this plot is too paradoxical hahahahahaha!

Why did Xiao Ming's ability fail?Where did the system go?Can Qingqing arrive in time?

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