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

Perhaps it was because of the comfort and peace of mind in her embrace, but after a while, Bai Jinman's body gradually stopped shaking.Chen Ming felt a weight on his shoulders, and looked back, only to see that his eyes were closed tightly, and he passed out again.

He couldn't help but sighed softly, he supported Bai Jinman's back and carefully put him down on the ground, wiped away the tear stains on his face and the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and then tightly clenched those cold fingers.

"I'll be back, Sister Bai, you must hold on."

After finishing speaking, he let go of Bai Jinman's hand without hesitation, stepped forward to the edge of the energy pool, and the moment he jumped down, there was an anxious shout from behind: "Xiao Ming, what are you doing, stop!"

The person here is... Qingqing?

Chen Ming blinked, and tears poured out uncontrollably. At this moment, he had no time to explain everything to Luo Huaqing, and the energy pool under him was like a black abyss with its mouth wide open, engulfing his body in an instant.

The moment he came into contact with the pool water, severe pain like burning fire spread from his fingertips to his heart. Before he could even cry out in pain, his nose and mouth were blocked by the salty water.

A strong sense of suffocation came from him, his chest hurt like a burst, his consciousness was cut off immediately, and he lost consciousness almost at the same time that the water flooded his head.

"Xiao Ming—!"

Just now following Ti Ye to the core of the Dragon Vein, I ran into the scene of Chen Ming jumping into the pool. Luo Huaqing's eyes were tearing apart, and he was about to jump down after him regardless, but his waist suddenly tightened, and he was entangled. Bai Ling obstructed her.

"Mr. Chen, are you crazy! This is the energy pool of the dragon's veins. The temperature of the water in the pool is higher than that of the magma outside. If you jump down there, you will still survive?!"

Miao Yue tightly held the white silk in her hands, her face turned pale due to excessive force, Ti Ye also reacted at this time, and hurriedly pulled Luo Huaqing back to her body with a mirage: "Sword Master, don't act impulsively."

"You let me go!"

Luo Huaqing gasped for breath, her temples throbbed, and her complexion was as pale as paper.

Although Chen Ming is a sword spirit, it is impossible for the existing thin spiritual power to resist the erosion of the pool water, and on the way here, Ti Ye has roughly told him the situation inside the dragon vein:

The energy pool is the source of the spiritual power of the dragon veins, and the impact of the spiritual power on the creatures in it is tantamount to a cruel punishment - how can Chen Ming withstand it? !

He desperately released his energy, trying to get rid of Bai Ling's restraint, Miao Yue kept injecting spiritual power into Bai Ling, and an unbelievable look gradually appeared on his pale face.

This white silk was a treasure given by the former priest Fu Ya when she and Ti Ye settled down for life. It was extremely tough and invulnerable to fire and water.Unless it is a magic weapon like Lan Zhen Ancient Sword, which is the world's best weapon, ordinary weapons can't break through Bai Ling's blockade at all.

But under the impact of Luo Huaqing's Yuanli, she could feel that the flow of spiritual energy inside Bai Ling became more and more chaotic, and even faintly tended to rupture, and she couldn't help feeling awe-inspiring: I didn't expect this sword master's cultivation to be so powerful.

While they were in a stalemate, the originally silent energy pool suddenly churned into layers of waves, and then a burst of intense brilliance erupted from the center, and a stream of water suddenly rose into the air, lifting a figure to the surface of the water.

Almost at the same time, two bright white beams separated from the figure and fell on Bai Jinman who was lying by the pool, lingered around his forehead for a while, and then slowly merged into the center of his eyebrows.

"This is the missing soul of Master Jun Mu!"

Ti Ye immediately understood the situation in front of him, and said pleasantly: "Sword Spirit...he succeeded!"

After the light spots merged into his body, Bai Jinman's body floated up from the ground, his blue hair fluttered like a raven's feathers, and blood color gradually rose from his pale, snow-like face, making his jade-like delicate features more and more radiant , like a god.

The water column fell immediately after lifting the figure, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it. They saw that the man was Chen Ming. His clothes had already been eaten away by the pool water, but his whole body was covered by dazzling golden light, which made it difficult for others to see clearly. .

Even though his eyes were closed, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his expression looked extremely painful, as if he was enduring intense suffering.

The crimson light beams continuously gushing out from the energy pool and the spiritual vortex above converged on his body, and the brilliance flowed under his fair skin, inexplicably giving people a feeling of fullness, as if something was about to burst out in the next moment.

"Xiao Ming..."

Luo Huaqing's knees gave way, and he almost fell to his knees. His heart beat so violently that he almost lost his rhythm. He stared at Chen Ming's figure, but a messy picture appeared in his mind unstoppably——

There seemed to be some long-term memory flooding the sky and covering the sky, and the surroundings fell into silence in an instant. In a trance, it seemed that someone approached his ear and whispered in a low voice, crying blood:

"Ruheng, why did you miss the appointment?"

"I've been waiting for you and I've given up everything, but why haven't you come yet?"

"I……"

He wanted to justify, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a word. He vaguely understood in his heart that no matter what he said or did now, everything was irreversible and irreversible.

At the same time, the drowsy Chen Ming was also experiencing overlapping dreams.

The past thousands of years ago is rewinding before his eyes like a rewind, and finally freezes in a certain picture.

Surrounded by lush green grass, the twilight is deep, and there are sporadic warm yellow fireflies flying among the grass.

Taking advantage of his inattention, someone wrapped his arms around his waist as a prank, and a superficial kiss fell on his forehead immediately:

"It's been a long time, my Hong'er."

"Ah Heng, why did you come here?"

The reproaches he had planned in his heart turned into nothingness because of this soft call, he sighed as if appointed, and leaned back into the arms of the visitor: "Could it be that...the elders of the clan are making things difficult for you again?"

"Father died in an accidental battle. I am still young, and my qualifications are too low to convince the public. Naturally, the elders are even more dismissive."

Ruo Heng buried his head in his thick hair, sniffing the quiet fragrance almost greedily: "Now I am fledgling, and when the time is right in the future, I will definitely convince them."

"That's natural. My Ah Heng is the best man in the world, and also the destined king of the White Tiger Clan."

He raised his head to look at Ruo Heng, his eyes were as gentle as water, and he followed the outline of the elegant facial features carefully.

The Baihu clan has been powerful and masculine from generation to generation, but Ruoheng is born extremely beautiful, with eyebrows like stars and eyes like stars, high nose and straight lips like spring flowers, not inferior to good-looking women. But it doesn't look soft at all.

Facing his lingering gaze, Ruo Heng's breathing also became heavy, she lowered her head suddenly, and covered his soft lips.

The breath is blended, fragrant and sweet, and the world is instantly quiet, so quiet that only the heartbeat and breathing of each other can be heard.

"Hong'er, as long as I have you," he said firmly, panting, "I have nothing to fear."

Following his words, the picture was suddenly fragmented, and Chen Ming felt a burst of unspeakable heartache, tears poured out uncontrollably, and splashed all over his face in an instant.

What kind of spiritual sword chooses the master, what kind of man of destiny, it's all nonsense——

The reason why Gu Jian chose that person was purely out of his own selfish desires. After a thousand years of reincarnation, he finally met again. How could he be willing to let go of his hand again?

Whether it's him or Jun Mu, going round and round, tossing and turning, it's just for that one person.

The clear brilliance spread slowly around Chen Ming, gradually illuminating the dim core of the dragon veins.

Immediately afterwards, the energy pool that had been quiet just now suddenly became choppy, and the vortex above suddenly accelerated its rotation, bursts of roaring dragons and tigers broke through the air, and charged towards the top of the cave with indomitable power!

As the spiritual power crazily surged up, cracks gradually opened up in the originally hard stone wall, and dazzling yellow and white rays of light sprinkled from it, and soon poured down——

"It's the Yang Meridian! It was forcibly opened!"

The spiritual power practitioners present immediately felt the weak spiritual power flow around them become stronger in an instant. They are all Tianque practitioners who rely on natural materials and earth treasures to cultivate, and they are most sensitive to changes in external spiritual power.

Ti Ye and Miao Yue glanced at each other, and both saw the look of surprise on the other's face.

Unexpectedly, the benefits brought by the recovery of the dragon veins were so obvious. In just a short moment, they felt that the long-standing skill bottleneck was faintly showing signs of breaking.

It's just that I don't know what will happen to the sword spirit after the soul is stripped...

There is a huge difference between the Yang veins and the Yin veins of the dragon veins. After the stone wall directly above the energy pool is cracked, the exposed body presents a crystal milky white, with a faint golden halo flowing on the surface; There is also a faint scarlet streamer on the face, no longer the lifeless appearance of the past.

So far, the barrier between the yin and yang of the dragon veins has been completely penetrated, and the exhaustion of spiritual power has disappeared. At least in the next thousand years, Yeliu Island will no longer have to worry about the lack of spiritual resources.

But Luo Huaqing had no time to take care of these, he put all his energy on Chen Ming, seeing the light around the man gradually dissipating, and his body lost support and fell, he jumped up hurriedly, hugged him and slowly landed on the ground.

Taking off his outer robe and wrapping him around him, he gently shook Chen Ming's shoulders and called out:

"Xiao Ming, wake up, can you hear me?"

The person in his arms moved slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he woke up with a groan, his dark pupils gleamed with gentle water, and the moment he saw him, his eyes were bent, and his smile was gentle:

"You came."

"Fortunately, after a thousand years, I can find you again."

After speaking, he seemed to be tired, lowered his eyes, and hugged Luo Huaqing's arms coquettishly, and soon he took a long breath, and fell into a deep sleep.

Luo Huaqing hugged him in despair, feeling that those few words were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, his mind was in such a mess that he couldn't think for a while.

On the other side, Ti Ye injected a ray of gentle spiritual power into Bai Jinman's body, awakening his mind.

Consciousness slowly returned, he opened his eyes, dazed for a moment.

The memory stayed in the moment before Huaxi Palace fell into a coma, and he had no impression of what happened afterwards, but he could clearly feel some heavy emotion pressing on his heart, which could not be erased or plucked out.

After a long silence, he suddenly raised his hand and stroked his face. There was some moist and warm liquid that hadn't dried yet, and it slid down his fingers, finally staying in his palm.

It was a tear.

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