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

[In short, Xiao Ming, please complete the remaining plots of the ancient sword as soon as possible, and proceed to the next stage: entering the court for the first time. 】

This time the system was very concise and concise, and immediately went offline after speaking the key information, sending Chen Ming back to the world of novels.

He explained to Luo Huaqing with his thoughts:

"Your blood essence activated the connection with the ancient sword, and also allowed me to detach from the sword and follow you. However, in the future, as long as we have direct physical contact, we can communicate through thoughts and hurt each other I will feel it later, and I will not be able to leave your five-meter radius."

"So in a word, the current situation is that there is me in you, and you in me, and we don't distinguish between each other."

"What about the ancient sword?"

Unexpectedly, Luo Huaqing did not immediately express protest or rejection, and his tone was even mild:

"The eldest prince will definitely take it away after he wakes up. If I want to prove my identity as the sword master in the future, what should I do?"

"It's simple."

Chen Ming lightly raised his hand and pinched a seal. Lan Zhen's ancient sword was suspended in the air under a halo of light, and then slowly fell to Fang Chengyao's hand.

He tapped his fingers, and a flame-like dark red mark immediately appeared on the back of Fang Chengyao's right hand, and the same mark appeared on the back of Fang Muci's hand beside him, but the color was much brighter.

"Except for me, no one in the world knows what kind of mark the ancient sword will leave on the real owner. This flame pattern combined with the spirit spell will make them believe in their identity as the owner of the ancient sword."

"And no one will know that the mystery of controlling the ancient sword lies elsewhere. As long as you have the sword spirit, no matter where you are, when you need to use the ancient sword, you can immediately summon it to your side."

Luo Huaqing nodded thoughtfully, a lingering smile appeared on the corners of her cherry red lips, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Ming's collar, lifted him up like a cat, looked at him carefully, chuckled and said:

"Xiao Ming is right. You see, as long as direct contact is cut off, we won't be able to communicate with each other."

The slightly hoarse voice echoed in the ears, the words were gentle, but the content was full of malice:

"Besides, since you and I are inseparable, Xiao Ming will naturally not cause any harm to me. And as long as you are by my side, you can summon the ancient sword to use it at any time, which is somewhat useful."

Accompanied by his words, violent words such as "Tu Baoqi slashed the wolf's head with a knife" flashed through Chen Ming's mind.

There was a deep fear in my heart, facing the black-bellied hero Luo Huaqing, as expected, I couldn't take it lightly for a minute.

If he hadn't confirmed that he was not a threat to him at all, or even useful, no matter whether he was the Eternal Sword Spirit or not, as long as he witnessed the whole process of this shocking secret, he would definitely find a way to make himself never tell the truth.

Chen Ming thought about the sadness coming from it, and couldn't help rolling his huge eyes at Luo Huaqing.

Just now when he was attached to Lan Zhen's ancient sword, his brows and eyes were not clear, and his whole body was a hazy sky blue light and shadow. Now that he is free from the shackles of the ancient sword, the outline of his body gradually becomes clear.

Luo Huaqing squinted his eyes with great interest, and began to look at this ancient sword spirit that was only the size of his palm.

After all, he was teleported into this world in a coma state, and Chen Ming still retained his image in the ICU ward, wearing a large blue and white striped hospital gown, with soft, short ear-length hair sticking to the side of his face, forehead The front broken bangs look soft and cute.

There is some baby fat on his face that hasn't faded, two heroic eyebrows, and a pair of big eyes that are watery, looking gentle and harmless.

The nose is not very tall and straight, but its shape is very small. Against the plump lips, it shows a different kind of gentleness and delicateness.

It's just that this attire looks strange in Luo Huaqing's eyes.

After all, "Ten Miles of Red Makeup and Chaos in Jinghua" is an overhead historical novel. Although the author did not clearly identify which dynasty it was, people basically had waist-length hair and usually wore wide robes and wide sleeves, so this modern attire seemed very out of place.

He immediately snorted slightly, and pointed at Chen Ming's clothes with disgust:

"I heard that the sword spirits are all sacrificed by the souls who forged the sword. How can their body, hair, and skin be cut short so easily by their parents? The blue and white obscene clothes are also quite strangely tailored. Could it be due to Xiao Ming's special aesthetics? ?”

Chen Ming slandered a few words viciously at Waiting's remarks, but faced with this thigh that must be hugged tightly in the future, he still used the Congxin card to change his attire out of disdain.

He didn't know what normal ancient clothes looked like, so he made one according to Luo Huaqing's clothes. Anyway, he is a spirit body now, and the outside temperature has no effect on him at all——

Wait, what about eating and drinking?

In this room, Chen Ming's scalp was numb from the thought, and the system in that room appeared in a timely manner, and said in his ear:

[Xiao Ming is now the body of the sword spirit, so naturally he does not need food to replenish, but if he does not replenish the aura of heaven and earth, and loses the nourishment of the ancient sword, your health will also slowly decline. Of course, this problem can be solved by absorbing the hero's Yuanli to solve. 】

Suck... Absorb Luo Huaqing's energy?

Chen Ming wanted to cry without tears, but Luo Huaqing frowned suddenly, picked up Chen Ming and stuffed it into his collar, made physical contact, and turned on the empathy mode again:

"There was a noise outside the cave. It must have been too long. Someone couldn't hold back."

As he spoke, he kept moving, and found a nearby open place to lie down, brushed his temples and loosened his clothes, his slender eyelashes drooped, and he looked no different from the people around him who had been in a coma for a long time.

Chen Ming originally wanted to recall the next plot of "Ten Miles", but now he is in a state of connected consciousness. The foretelling will definitely arouse the suspicion of that person, and the half-baked sub-system has not taught him how to cut off the connection in one direction, so he can only watch with his eyes. Heart, temporarily empty the brain.

But once a person calms down, he will be extremely sensitive to his surroundings, his ears are filled with Luo Huaqing's long and soft breath, he feels a little uncomfortable, he can't help swallowing, and averted his eyes.

Sensing the mixed emotions conveyed by the sword spirit, Luo Huaqing raised her eyebrows lightly, and was about to ask a question, but was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person who came was the heroine's father who was waiting outside the cave, Fang Yu, the king of the Qingli Kingdom. He was followed by a group of generals and civil servants, who hurried over. Seeing the magnificent scene of a group of royal protons "dead corpses strewn all over the field", they all agreed. Xizi held his heart together and let out a heart-breaking exclamation:

"what happened!"

It's no wonder they were taken aback. After all, hundreds of years have passed since the last time the ancient sword appeared. It's normal for everyone not to know the existence of the shock wave.

Fang Yu looked around, and immediately keenly noticed the silver-white sword in the hands of the eldest prince, his thoughts moved slightly, and then he gave a low shout, and summoned his natal spirit weapon—the Lonely Moon Wheel.

There is no trace of dust in the sky, and there is a lone moon in the bright sky. Although this Lingwu has a beautiful name, its attack power is extremely weak.

Fang Yu's own aptitude is not amazing. He is over fifty now, but he still stays at the seventh-level Yuanli level, and his attribute is only a single water system.

The practice of natal spirit martial arts is the fastest between the age of awakening and the age of 25, and it becomes more and more difficult as one gets older, so that it is difficult to advance.

Looking at the Qiongzhou Continent, there are not many people with seventh and eighth grades of origin power, only one person with ninth grade of origin strength has appeared in decades, and even more so, people with grade [-] yuan strength only exist in legends.

Fang Yu has cultivated to the seventh level with an upper-middle aptitude, but due to the limitation of the low attack power of Guyuelun, he gave up the option of improving the sharpness of Lingwu and turned to other water-attribute healing methods, which can be regarded as an opening A new world.

Now he summoned the Lone Moon Wheel just to wake up the stunned people.

As the milky white Yuanli brilliance diffuses in the Jinyan Cave, everyone present, whether conscious or unconscious, feels refreshed, and the accumulated fatigue is instantly swept away, and even the old rheumatism Gastrointestinal problems have eased a lot.

Chen Ming huddled in Luo Huaqing's collar, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his life value was slowly increasing with the infiltration of Gu Yuelun's Yuan Power. The 40 points rose to 42 points.

Although he can't feel any difference for the time being, but for him now, his life value is no different from savings deposits, and more is not a bad thing.

Chen Ming's thoughts reached Luo Huaqing's ears through the state of mind-to-heart connection. He subconsciously repeated the word "life value" several times, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

To be honest, there was nothing weird about this sword spirit from hair to toes, but the fact that he drew his sword was right in front of him, so he couldn't help but not believe it.

The most urgent task is to get out of the Jinyan Cave and then make a long-term plan.

So he held his breath and carefully hid behind the other awakened protons, observing the situation in the arena.

I saw Fang Yu came to Fang Chengyao's side, bent down and held his hands, his voice was obviously unstable because of excitement:

"Yao'er, the sword in your hand is the ancient sword 'Lan Zhen'?"

Fang Chengyao was also stunned by this sudden change, his memory was in a mess under the effect of the spell, he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only nod dully.

In the 13 years of his reign, Fang Yu had never seen such a storm, but facing this ancient sacred object that existed in legends, the emperor's majesty was still unsustainable.

The expression on the handsome and elegant face shook, and the steady hands trembled slightly. He couldn't help laughing loudly, and raised his arms and shouted:

"After hundreds of years, the sword master of the ancient sword has finally returned to our country. God bless me, Qingli, and the great fortune of all people!"

The author has something to say: So Xiaoming should hurry up and attack Qingqing, no matter what, solve the problem of eating first, right?

It would be great if there were props such as "obediently obedient card" in the system, how easy it is, so that the author can finish it earlier, right? (Dark Fog)

Hahahaha please collect and comment~