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

"What is it?"

Chen Ming squinted her eyes comfortably, and lay prone on the bed with her arms pillowed on her head. Since Luo Huaqing took the initiative to bring this up, she probably didn't want to listen to her own answer, so she responded with peace of mind.

"You..."

Luo Huaqing shook his head with a wry smile, and tapped him lightly on the back: "Before we set off, Jin Yan gave me a scroll recording the secret arts of Yeliu Island, one of the most insidious spells is 'Lost Soul' Curse', the raw materials we need are just a few we purchased in the hidden market."

"This secret technique has long been banned by the ancestors, and it has been lost for many years. I am afraid that Yimaer would not have thought that we would manage to find out, so we did not pay more attention."

Lost Soul Curse?Sounds like a great sub...

Chen Ming looked at Luo Huaqing, and a series of classic plots of Jin Yong's martial arts drama floated in his mind:

"The effect of this spell won't be to damage people's brain and cause memory confusion, right?"

"That's right." Luo Huaqing nodded, "However, as a spell, the dominance of the Lost Soul Curse lies in the fact that once it is hit, it is irreversible. No matter how high the cultivation level is, it cannot resist. , and even the body will gradually weaken, and the remaining lifespan is less than three years."

"It's so vicious, who is he going to harm with it?"

It must be said that they still knew too little about Yimaar, Chen Ming thought about it, and there was no suitable candidate in his impression.On the contrary, Luo Huaqing saw him scratching his ears and cheeks in a very interesting way, so he couldn't help but joked:

"Don't scratch it anymore, you won't be far from baldness if you squeeze it again."

I still remember when I first met Chen Ming, my daily conversations were always inseparable from topics such as "Why is your hair so thick", "Law is really not a major in human studies", "Bald in the middle of the night and get grade points".

Although he is not very clear about the meaning of some of the words, but Little Sword Spirit clearly attaches great importance to his hair, he usually takes good care of it, but recently he has a real body, and it has become even worse. , I wish I could stick the broken hair back one by one.

"Luo! Hua! Qing!"

Chen Ming was trampled on his sore feet, and wanted to sit up angrily, but the sore muscles on his back twitched violently, and he immediately collapsed limply, and said weakly:

"Why are you exposing my scars? What can you be proud of? Do you know the reason why you have long hair but short knowledge..."

"Okay, okay, thousands of mistakes are my fault, so don't get angry."

Luo Huaqing was amused and distressed at the same time. He increased the strength of the massage on his hand, felt the tense muscles under his palm gradually relax, and then continued what he just said:

"Rongbin Inn is full of good and bad people, and the news is well-informed. I have inquired carefully in the past few days. What I can confirm is that no one in the racecourse knows who Yimaar is at all."

"Also, I don't know if you still remember," he mused, "When we entered the entrance of the hidden city, the bridge guard told us that no one on the forbidden list could enter, and there were no other taboos. "

"Makes sense."

Chen Ming seconded the proposal deeply. Since Yimaar had promised to return them the corresponding consideration according to the purchase price in advance, there must be no financial difficulties.

In this way, the only explanation is that he cannot appear in the hidden city, and the reason why he hides himself like this is probably the forbidden list.

"Not only that, but I think the way he mentioned Dr. Miao Yue before is also very strange," he said with a frown, "Although it is said that discord among colleagues is inevitable, it's not that he would gnash his teeth in such hatred, right?"

"My little Ming is really a clever little ghost." Luo Huaqing smiled.

He didn't know when he took off his coat, leaned down against Chen Ming's back, and hugged his tight waist through a thin layer of obscene clothes:

"Miaoyue's statement doesn't seem to be false. She may really know nothing about the method to remove the heart-eating poison. And Yimaer's identity is definitely not as simple as he said. When we hand over the materials to him, everything We should see the outcome soon."

"what you up to......"

Young people are full of vigor, and they are easily moved by a little rubbing. When Chen Ming is rubbed by him, he feels a little distracted, feeling a fire burning from his back all the way to the bottom of his heart.

"I think......"

Luo Huaqing's warm lips fell on the back of his neck, her voice was seductive and hoarse, her fingers traced along his skin carefully, and finally said with a sigh: "I want you."

I want to grow up with you and experience a lot of good times together: I want to fly moths to the flame with you and fall into the eternal love together.

Chen Ming's body trembled slightly, and he didn't speak for a long time. He just turned over to face him silently, raised his arms around his neck, and kissed him gently with his lips.

They are still teenagers, so they can do whatever they want, so they have no taboos.

The respected belief is nothing more than to be happy in life, so how can you care about the elusive and uncertain future.

The clear moonlight is like a tulle, covering the quiet and deep night.

However, the Zhixi Palace was brightly lit, and many people dressed in red came in and out in a hurry. Miao Yue, who was dressed in a white dress, stood out among them. Under the guidance of the servants, she directly entered the bedroom of the High Priest Ti Ye.

At this time, Ti Ye had changed back to her usual attire, and she stood leaning against the pillar with her arms folded, her face so tense that water dripped out.

The hem of her sleeves was stained with dots of dark brown marks, which were the blood oozing from the corner of Bai Jinman's mouth.

At this moment, that person was lying silently on the bed in the dormitory, and the number of heart ties covering his body was more than doubled than before, and he was continuously inputting spiritual power to save the vitality that could not conceal the decline.

"Your family doesn't take your body seriously too much. You are close to running out of fuel at a young age, and you are so sad and happy at every turn."

Miao Yue cut Bai Jinman's wrist veins, opened his eyelids to look at him, and sighed:

"Even holding the heart, there is no way to stop the weakening of the heart. The only way is to return the incomplete soul as soon as possible."

Ti Ye's expression was unmoved, but he bit his lips slowly, and said shyly:

"Master Jun Mu has a deep affection for Xiao Qinglong. He not only sacrificed his soul and soul to help Xiao Qinglong enter reincarnation, but also endured the cruel backlash of intervening in the world of living souls. If his soul cannot return for a day, his body will continue to be tortured." The power of the soul has been eroded, so that the reincarnation has been reincarnated for many lives, and every life can't survive the year of the weak crown."

"Then he doesn't have much time?"

Miao Yue was taken aback, her medical skills were superb, and she could roughly know Bai Jinman's age from the age of her bones just by feeling her pulse.

"Then our plan to reshape the dragon veins..."

"Miao Miao, you also know that the reason why our Red Clothes Sect can continue to this day is all thanks to Lord Jun Mu's kindness."

Ti Ye stared at Bai Jinman's pale, almost transparent face, her voice trembling unconsciously:

"It is certainly our goal to use the power of adults to reshape the nearly exhausted dragon veins. But this time I finally found his reincarnation. I also hope to help him find his missing soul and escape the painful fate of endless reincarnation. , can be regarded as repaying the kindness of thousands of years ago."

"But Master Jun Mu's soul is on the sword spirit, if you want to forcibly strip it, I'm afraid..."

Although the sword spirit is a soul body, the ending of stripping the soul is not too different from that of a human being. Without the protection of Jun Mu's soul, the sword spirit may not be able to resist the impact of the ancient sword's spiritual power, and it will be the same as Bai Jinman's current state. Weakened repressively.

Miao Yue frowned in thought, and sighed for a long time:

"Actually, there is no solution. If the spiritual power of the dragon veins is still sufficient, the sword spirit and Master Jun Mu can be stripped of their souls at the core of the dragon veins. In this way, when the soul body is damaged, it can be repaired with the help of spiritual power. There are ways to preserve both at the same time."

"But firstly, the dragon veins have been exhausted, and even the spiritual power in the center is not as sufficient as it was in its heyday." Ti Ye rubbed the center of his brows wearily, "Secondly, even with the protection of abundant spiritual power, how dangerous is the separation of the soul, even if the sword spirit It can be stripped off smoothly, but no one can guarantee whether Mr. Jun Mu can integrate smoothly."

"Now, if you want to save Lord Jun Mu's life, the only way is to try to let the sword spirit sacrifice his soul to him. Although the stripping of the soul is dangerous, if one party is purely voluntary or does not resist, the other party will accept it much more smoothly. .”

Ti Ye narrowed her eyes slightly with a gloomy expression. Although doing so would probably cause irreparable harm to Chen Ming, she has led the Red Clothes Sect for many years and has never been decisive in key matters. There is no use in delaying the timing.

"Miaomiao, since you have left tracking drugs on them, we will act immediately after the opening day is over."

She held Miao Yue's palm, and clenched her fingers slightly:

"The ancient sword of Lanzhen has been completed. Even if the sword spirit is damaged, I still have a way to use the spiritual power of the dragon veins to repair the ancient sword. At least to ensure that the sword owner's use of the ancient sword's spiritual power will not be affected in the short term. At that time, I will try to deal with the one next to the sword spirit. The man suspected of being the sword master, take this opportunity to take the sword spirit away, and then I will find a way to use the remaining power of the dragon vein to extradite the soul."

"Yeye..." Miao Yue pursed her lips, unable to say anything.

The doctor is benevolent, and if there are other possibilities, she is of course unwilling to sacrifice Chen Ming's life. After all, all of this is caused by the cause and effect of the previous life, and the soul's incomplete reincarnation is endless. In the final analysis, it is Jun Mu's own choice.

However, the lack of regret in his heart has created the indignation of the Red Clothes Sect for many years.

The atmosphere became depressing for a while, and the two of them were thinking about their heavy thoughts, so they didn't notice the person who should be unconscious on the bed, and slowly clenched their fists.

Miao Yue and Ti Ye stayed in the dormitory for a while and then left. After all, the injection of spiritual power can only temporarily delay the deterioration of Bai Jinman's physical condition. No matter what, it is best to try to rest with peace of mind.

The person on the bed kept his eyes closed all the time. He felt the sound of footsteps fading away, so he coughed softly and opened his eyes.

The pain in his chest was the same as before, and there was a lingering shadow in front of him. He closed his eyes and tried his best to gather his spirits.

This is the unique communication method of Changfengmen. Anyone who is nearby and senses a special fluctuation of Yuanli will meet at the outgoing signal.A moment after he sent out the Yuanli signal, there was a slight noise outside the window, and then a person jumped in through the window lattice, as light as a swallow, stepping on the moon.

He quickly came to the bedside, put Bai Jinman's pale and thin hands in his palms, and tried to warm up the cold temperature with his body temperature:

"Young master, Ruochen is late."

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