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

[On July [-]th, [-] in the Yeliu calendar, Lan Zhen's ancient sword spirit entered the dragon's veins, and he used his own power to break through the yin and yang, and solve the plight of Yeliu Island's exhaustion of spiritual power. era. 】

The red-clothed believer in charge of recording the calendar wrote down the process of reshaping the dragon's veins in a few pens, but the truth is far from the understatement he recorded.

The price Chen Ming paid for stripping his soul and opening his yang veins was not insignificant. Even with the protection of the death-preventing gold medal, both his body and soul were greatly impacted.

Ever since he fell asleep in Luo Huaqing's arms that day, he hadn't woken up once for five consecutive days. Tiye specially found a vacant room in Huaxi Palace to accommodate him, so that Miao Yue could go to see him and take care of him.

From that day on, Luo Huaqing also set up a couch in Chen Ming's room, guarding him every step of the way.

He was really frightened by Chen Ming's act of reviving the dragon's veins. When that person leaped into the energy pool without hesitation, for a certain moment, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out, bloody and painful.

At the same time, there is also a heavy burden that spans time. It seems that such an unforgettable memory is not the first time. Once upon a time, he and that person also experienced such a parting.

He took a sip of the health-care soup prepared by Miao Yue, leaned over to the bed, touched Chen Ming's lips, and slowly entered.

Xiuyun followed Chen Ming's facial features with his fingers and traced them carefully. He stared at the other's peaceful sleeping face, and couldn't help but look away for a while.

The originally plump face seemed to be thinner than before, and the contours of the facial features became more and more profound.The upturned nose tip is small and cute, and the lips are slightly pale, but still soft and delicate.

In my heart, he seems to have always been that naive and ignorant little sword spirit, who needs to be cared for by myself, and he is reluctant to touch the slightest bit.

However, in places that he can't see, he is also gradually becoming warm and powerful, able to bring his seriously injured self through dangerous illusions, and even turn the tide when the dragon's veins are exhausted.

"Thank you, my little Ming."

Luo Huaqing took Chen Ming's hand, interlocked her fingers, and pressed a kiss on her lips.

"Wake up quickly, I miss you so much."

Bai Jinman came to Chen Mingfang three days later.

Decades of illnesses have taken a toll on the body, coupled with the lack of qi and blood, even if the three souls and seven souls return to their original positions, self-cultivation is still a long process.

But he really wanted to see Chen Ming, so as soon as he could get out of bed, he came here regardless of the strong opposition from Ti Ye and the others.

Luo Huaqing stared at him with folded arms, with a calm expression that could not see any joy or anger, and unexpectedly did not stop him:

"You're here, are you feeling better?"

Before heading to Longmai, Ti Ye had already told him about the relationship between Jun Mu and Qing Hong in his previous life.

In all fairness, he doesn't have the slightest affection for Bai Jinman. After all, love is the most selfish thing. He wished that Chen Ming would always have only himself in his eyes, and what's more, he wanted to exclude the coveted eyes of other people in the world.

But he couldn't deny that without Jun Mu's self-sacrifice in his previous life, he would never have known and loved Chen Ming. No matter what he said, their relationship was based on that person's painful reincarnation, and such guilt was always a part of his heart. If the root thorn cannot be pulled out, it will inevitably deteriorate and rot, and eventually lead to irreversible consequences.

Bai Jinman stared at Luo Huaqing, his clear eyes filled with complex emotions.

The person in front of him didn't recall all kinds of past life, but he remembered clearly, maybe fate is really beyond human control, even if he sacrificed his soul to change his fate against the sky, he still couldn't change that person's mind.

Going around and going around, tossing and turning, he lost in the end, completely lost.

"Thank you for your concern. Since the soul has returned to its place, it is only a matter of time before the body recovers."

He pressed his lips and coughed a few times, and asked softly, "Can I go in and see him?"

"Why not?" Luo Huaqing smiled, seeing that Bai Jinman's figure was unstable, and even reached out to support his arm.

The relationship between people is like quicksand, the tighter you hold it, the easier it is to break up, and the knots in your heart can't be hidden either. Only by facing them directly can the clouds and mist break away.

As for Chen Ming's intentions, he has long believed in them as a standard.

The footsteps were a bit flimsy, and the short distance from the door to the bed seemed extremely long to Bai Jinman.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and glanced over with apologetic eyes:

"I don't know Mr. Lin...can you allow me to have a few words with Xiao Ming alone?"

The eyelashes of the person lying on the bed trembled slightly when he heard the words, and his fingers curled up slightly. Luo Huaqing was keenly aware of this detail, but he didn't see through it. He nodded silently, turned and walked out of the room.

"You are such an idiot, Qinghong."

The snow-white fingertips rested on the side of Chen Ming's face, as if they wanted to caress gently, but retracted the moment they were about to touch it.

It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I dare not.

With a soft sigh overflowing the corners of his lips, Bai Jinman lowered his head slightly, looked at Chen Ming's sleeping face without blinking, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Whether it is in the previous life or in this life, you are always unwilling to owe me half a cent. The feelings that accompany you day and night, you sacrifice the sword in return; the illness is serious and hard to return, and you don't hesitate to strip your soul to return it."

"Every time I want to get closer to you, you always push me away... What is it that is not doing enough, what is not doing well, and I can't get your attention even after trying everything?"

His cough itself was just a symptom of congenital deficiency, and now with the return of his soul, it has been greatly relieved.

But at this moment, the heartache was so strong that he coughed a few times, and then he choked out a mouthful of blood, and the bright and dripping color dyed the palm of his hand.

Bai Jinman looked at his palm silently, clenched his fist without saying a word, and put it in his sleeve.

"Do you know... Your avoidance to me is not only decent, but also the greatest cruelty."

"But I won't force you, let alone pester you. If all this is what you want, I will back away and never disturb you."

"I just, really envy him, being loved by you like this."

After sitting in the room for a while, he propped up his body and left slowly and firmly.

Feeling the sound of footsteps gradually receding, the sleeping person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at the ceiling above his head. In a split second, hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Jun Mu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

He wanted to restrain himself, but the tears flowed fiercely and urgently. Suddenly, a pair of warm palms held his face and wiped away the tears:

"It's okay, if you are sad, just cry."

"Qingqing..."

Chen Ming struggled to stand up, but her arms were limp and unable to exert strength. Luo Huaqing felt distressed, so she simply sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the quilt, hugged him from behind and leaned in her arms, and then carefully tucked in the quilt. horn:

"Is this better?"

"Well," Chen Ming nodded, whimpering in a strong nasal voice, "but I still feel very uncomfortable..."

Just because of the friendship that was destined not to be reciprocated, it gave him deep sorrow.

Luo Huaqing hugged him without saying a word, and soon held his face in his hands, and gently kissed him from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, and finally wrapped his soft lips, wading into his sweet and fragrant world.

Xiu Jie put her fingers into his half-length hair, drawing the distance between them closer. The salty tears mixed with the rapid breathing aroused the trembling in the depths of the soul. I can't afford half a point of strength.

The other party didn't remember all kinds of things in the previous life. In his eyes, the figure of Dao Xuanxiu had already overlapped with Luo Huaqing.

It was clear that as early as the untraceable past, he was poisoned by that person, and the poison was poisoned to the bone marrow with all his charm. Even if the end was an endless abyss, he would never escape.

The room was silent, but it was scattered all over the place, and at the bottom of a deep valley dozens of miles away from Huaxi Palace, in a dark water prison, a man with a haggard appearance was being imprisoned.

Langma leaned against the stone wall, half of her body was submerged in the water, her limbs were firmly bound by heavy chains, and she could hardly leave the spot except for simple movements.

This is Juehen Valley Water Prison. The prisoners held here are all vicious, most of them are the aborigines of Yeliu Island, and there are also a small number of uninvited guests from outside.

Intended to murder the former and current priests, to overthrow the regime of the Red Clothes Sect, and to seize the lives of hundreds of death row prisoners for spiritual refinement. Some even strongly advocated immediate execution, but their opinions could not be unified within a short period of time, so they had to be sent to the prison for detention first.

The rough iron chains had worn out the skin, and the wound was soaked in the sewage. The wound was red, swollen and inflamed. In severe cases, it even festered and pus. She only felt the cold rising from the soles of her feet. He laughed at himself again.

I used to have a great reputation, not only the well-deserved No. 1 spell of the Red Clothes Sect, but also a strong contender for the position of high priest.Even the matter of refining spirits has been carried out in secret. If a death row prisoner escaped one day and leaked the news, she would not have faced the fatal blow from Fu Ya and others.

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant nest, how could she not hate it, how could she be reconciled?

But now, no matter how much resentment and helplessness, it will not help the matter.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing, but there was a slight sound outside the prison door, and then the guarding Christian in red fell silently, and a pair of luxurious brocade boots embroidered with intricate cloud patterns appeared on the ground in front of her.

The cell in the water prison is lower than the ground, and there is no water accumulated outside the cell. The tip of the visitor's shoe is only a few inches away from the tip of her nose. She raised her head, and saw a tall and tall figure as expected.

"Did you come here specially to see me in such a mess?" Langma asked with a smile without any surprise.

"Langma's priestess, the heavenly girl, has ended up like this, I'm naturally very sorry,"

The man outside the cell looked down at her, sighed and said, "I followed your agreement with me and arranged for the dead to sneak into Yeliu Island in advance. I didn't expect the success to fall short at the critical moment. It's really unpredictable."

"You don't have to beat around the bush," Langma snorted coldly, "Since you have already paid the price, I have also cast the Bone Burning Curse on the foreigner as agreed in advance, and we have a clear relationship, and we don't care about each other. owed."

"Why should Priest Langma be so ignorant? It's because I cherish my talents that I want to overcome all difficulties and come to see you off for the last time."

The man leaned on the iron fence and squatted down slowly. He was born with broad shoulders and a broad body, but was extremely thin, and even looked overwhelmed.

"The plan was messed up for no reason, are you going to let it go so easily?"

The author has something to say: try to send the second update later! !It’s either 18 o’clock or 21 o’clock, please continue to cheer me up QwQ