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

The expression on Chen Ming's face was serious:

"Since the fourth prince has no way to protect himself, and he will not be a virtuous son, we might as well make a series of tricks, so that the first prince thinks he has pulled out the ancient sword. It is logical to say that, even if others want to make some small tricks, It will not endanger the personal safety of the eldest prince. At the same time, in order to protect himself, even if the fourth prince knows the secret, he will never reveal it. Who would take the blame for no reason?"

He repeated the logic of these remarks for a long time in his heart, so as not to be questioned by Luo Huaqing again.

After all, in the original "Ten Miles", Fang Muci panicked after pulling out the sword, thinking that his elder brother always cared for him, and was the eldest son, so he would never be threatened by others, so Mimi quietly recognized Gu Jian as the master, and took Gu Jian as his master. The sword was in his hand.

Fang Chengyao woke up and saw the ancient sword in his hand. He was in a coma before and didn't know what happened, so he went along with the current and claimed that he was the man of destiny who pulled out the ancient sword, so he successfully entered the East Palace later in the article.

But for those Yazi who have nothing to do with the follow-up development and the present, the most urgent task is to persuade Luo Huaqing, a difficult brat, to follow the plot.

He stared expectantly at that exquisitely elegant face, and it was no surprise that he frowned and nodded suspiciously.

"That's fine, Senior Sword Spirit, what should I do next?"

Chen Ming heaved a sigh of relief after finally getting rid of the little beauty who had been thinking about it.

Immediately, he couldn't care less about holding up the eternal sword spirit and caring about his previous rudeness. With a wave of his little hand, a few rays of faint light appeared out of thin air, circulating around the foreheads of Mu Ci and Fang Chengyao above the ground:

"You're welcome, just call me Xiao Ming. Now I've modified their memories with the spell of words. When they wake up, the fourth prince will only remember that he fell into a coma after pulling out the ancient sword, and the first prince will know when the ancient sword appeared. I firmly believe in the facts in my hands, and as for you, a little proton, no one will remember."

"But the ancient sword is just a dead thing before it recognizes its owner. If you want to stimulate the spirituality of the sword, you must take a few drops of your blood and drip it on the sword, so that you can truly become the master of the ancient sword Lan Zhen. Wherever the sword is, it will maintain a close connection with its owner, once it senses your call, or encounters a life-or-death crisis, it will immediately come to your side."

He automatically omitted words such as "body and soul depend on each other" that could easily cause misunderstanding, and explained the whole process of Gu Jian's recognition of the master concisely.

Luo Huaqing is also a master of one thing, picked up the Xuantian Blade, aimed at his right hand and pierced without blinking.

A hideous wound opened on the snow-white palm, and blood gushed out, trickling down along the blade in a blink of an eye.

"You child, why are you such a tiger, don't you know how to cherish yourself?"

Seeing this, Chen Ming gasped, several healing beams flew out of his palm involuntarily, wrapped around Luo Huaqing's bleeding palm, and gradually healed the bruised wound.

He himself is most afraid of pain. Since childhood, he has taught four beauties to be well-behaved and sensible, with excellent grades and good manners. Isn't it to prevent his parents from having a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots and mixed doubles?

But I didn't expect Luo Huaqing to be so good at him. You must know that such a beautiful woman in modern times must be loved and cared for in a thousand ways. Even if she scratches her, she will feel sorry for her, let alone him. To pierce such a deep wound without hesitation?

What about scars?

The person involved was far less frightened than him, but frowned slightly, with a slightly cold smile on his lips:

"If you also live in a dangerous environment and live a precarious life, you won't worry about this small wound at all. It's not bad if you can survive."

Chen Ming couldn't help being taken aback for a moment. Based on the available information, he only knew that Luo Huaqing was the second prince of Xuanyin Kingdom, who had a plastic elder brother Luo Qian, a sister Luo Qingyang who was dedicated to Buddha, and a sibling who had been dependent on each other since childhood and had a deep affection. Sister Luo Bingxi.

It sounds like the configuration is pretty good, and I don't know what allusion there is to his saying "precarious".

But it's obviously meaningless to worry about these things now. Chen Ming urged the healing beam to sew up the wound on his palm. The bleeding stopped within a few breaths, and new pink flesh gradually grew on the edge of the incision, which seemed to be healed almost immediately. I was relieved:

"Anyway, don't do such stupid things in the future. Even if it has nothing to do with others, I am your sword spirit after all. If you don't protect yourself well, I will be sad."

Luo Huaqing trembled when she heard the words, and turned to look at him in disbelief, but immediately lowered her eyes, letting the dense eyelashes conceal the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

The blood flow was gradually absorbed by Lan Zhen's ancient sword, and the whole body of the silver-white sword was filled with a faint pink color from the tip of the sword. With the slight humming sound gradually spreading, the momentum of the whole sword changed drastically afterward. :

If it was unsharp and unsophisticated before, now it is sharp and sharp.

Every inch of space seems to be filled with the roar of mountains and tsunami dragons, making people involuntarily fight and feel a sense of worship.

This is the most powerful weapon of destiny in the world, Lan Zhen Ancient Sword!

Chen Ming was dizzy from the violent shock. He was originally attached to the ancient sword, half of his body was glued to the hilt and he couldn't pull it out. At this moment, he was easily separated from the sword, and he had no time to grasp it. What stabilized his figure and fell from the ancient sword unsteadily!

You must know that he is only the size of an adult's palm in the state of a sword spirit, and Lan Zhen's ancient sword is at least two meters long. However, the expected violent impact did not come as scheduled, but fell into a puddle of softness.

Chen Ming raised his head and saw that Luo Huaqing reached out to support him who fell, and was holding him close to his eyes with great interest, wanting to take a closer look.

No matter how thoughtful he was, he was still only a half-grown boy, and children's curiosity was unavoidable.

Chen Ming watched the slender and thick eyelashes flickering and flickering, and the long and narrow eye tails flew out a joyful arc. The color of the eyes was as dark as obsidian, like a huge vortex, trying to suck him in.

Although being held in the palm of the male lead's hand at this moment, he is full of helplessness in being treated as a biological specimen.

He couldn't help but flashed the words "Fuck, it's too real", he opened his mouth, and was about to say something to relieve the embarrassment in front of him, but Luo Huaqing frowned at the same time.

Obviously didn't say anything, but Chen Ming heard his voice echoing in his ears very clearly:

"What's the meaning of Wochao? What's too real?"

"Holy shit is a modal particle, mainly used to express strong emotions..."

Chen Ming only thought about it subconsciously in his heart, and Luo Huaqing suddenly blinked across from him, looking as if he was enlightened.

But the two of them immediately realized that something was wrong. It was clear that none of them spoke just now. How did they successfully complete a complete conversation?

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

The two men's eyes met, and they came up with this idea almost at the same time, and they couldn't help being startled by each other again.

Before he could think about it, Chen Ming suddenly found that the picture in front of him had stopped again, and the system said in a calm and orderly tone:

[Congratulations to Xiao Ming for successfully completing the plot of "The Ancient Sword Recognizes the Lord", and the relevant rewards will be settled uniformly after the system calculation is completed.After successfully identifying the master, the sword spirit can exist without the body of the ancient sword, but cannot leave the five-meter-diameter circle around the sword master. 】

[At the same time, due to the effect of blood essence irrigation, the effects of "body-soul interdependence" and "mind interlinkage" are activated. The sword spirit and the sword master will sense each other's safety, and as long as you have direct physical contact, you can communicate through thoughts, except Subconsciousness, conditioned reflexes, etc., will be perceived by the other party. PS: As the system host, Xiao Ming, you have the right to unilaterally cut off the connection with the sword master. 】

It wasn't until the last sentence that Chen Ming got a little bit of comfort.

The author has something to say: So what has Qingqing experienced before?I'm curious too

And it's not bad to fall in love with two beams of brain waves!You can yy as much as you want, hehehe~

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