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

what on earth is it?

Bai Yunxiao hugged Fang Muci's shoulders tightly, his face was pale by the firelight.

In order to rescue her from the dungeon smoothly, he had said in advance that he had put Mafeisan into the diet of the jailer and other prisoners, and he was more cautious along the way, lest his whereabouts be exposed, why was it still discovered by others?

Fang Muci stayed in the dark dungeon for too long, and it took him a while to get used to the light in front of him, and he saw the face of the leader clearly:

"...Brother Three Emperors?"

Why is he here?

In the middle of the night, Fang Ziyu stood in front of people in a long dark robe, his brows and temples were covered with moisture, his expression was so condensed that ice could form.

Since the death of the crown prince, the situation in the DPRK and China has been in chaos. He has been busy all day long dealing with the overtures from various forces.

He didn't even have time to report, so he hurriedly led the palace guards to the place, and happened to bump into Fang Muci and his party who were about to leave.

"Fourth sister, where are you going?"

Fang Ziyu suppressed his anger. It is true that he has been jealous of the crown prince for many years, but he never thought that the man would die in such a miserable manner.Even though the friendship between the royal family is weak, he has always been disdainful of using such insidious methods as casting curses to achieve his goals.

The curse marks on Fang Muci's body are irrefutable, and there are no other suspects, even if he doesn't want to believe it now, he has to suspect himself, his fourth sister.

Moreover, she has been able to hide her daughter's identity for so many years, so it must not be a simple role...

"Third Brother, I, I was wronged, I never murdered Big Brother!"

Realizing that the situation was overwhelmed, Fang Muci groaned for a moment, and played the emotional card sadly: "The Empress doesn't believe my innocence, and let the jailer humiliate me. If Grandpa didn't save me in time, how could I survive!"

On the way out of the cell, Bai Yunxiao had roughly told her the ins and outs of the matter, although before the truth of the matter came to light, escaping from prison was really not a good choice, and she couldn't continue to consume it.

Not only the queen, but also the people behind the scenes who arranged all this secretly will not let her go.

Fang Ziyu frowned, he had also heard about the queen's tricks, and with the loss of her beloved son, it would not make her feel better.

But whether it was for the dead prince or his own great cause, he couldn't just let Fang Muci go so easily, the palm of his right hand lit up, and an arm-thick pestle suddenly took shape:

"Even so, I can't let you go, Fourth Sister, offended."

His Yuanli cultivation is similar to Fang Muci's. Although he is a few years older than Fang Muci, but his talent is limited, and he can only reach the fourth-level peak Yuanli cultivation.

However, the palace guards behind him are quite different. They are all high-level Yuanli people carefully selected by Fang Yu. If it weren't for the panic caused by the sudden death of the prince, they would never be easily activated.

In addition, robbing the prison is no small matter, so he simply led more than [-] personal guards of the palace to come, and surrounded the exit tightly.

Bai Yunxiao and Fang Muci looked at each other, and they both saw the serious look in each other's eyes.

In order to hide their whereabouts, there were no more than [-] members of the Changfeng sect present. Even though they were well-trained, they were not absolutely sure of winning in the face of fifty high-level elementalists.

The only way to delay the other party is to wait for an opportunity to escape.

"Array!"

Seeing Fang Ziyu's order, the palace guards had already surrounded him, Bai Yunxiao immediately signaled the Changfeng disciples behind him to form three rows, and surrounded him and Fang Muci in the center in a triangle shape.

The palms of every Changfeng disciple lit up misty brilliance, but they did not summon their own natal spirits. Their Yuanli was divided into two strands, and one expanded outwards into a semicircular shield, covering everyone in the air. Inside;

One stream flowed into Bai Yunxiao's body, making his vitality aura exponentially stronger.

This is the unique four-way killing formation of Changfengmen. The person with the highest elemental force is the eye of the formation, and other formations donate their energy to build a protective energy against attacks, and to multiply the strength of the person with the elemental force at the eye of the formation. strength.

Bai Yunxiao's natal Lingwu Xiaoyun whip quickly extended to more than three meters under the addition of Yuanli. Even if the distance is far away, it can still make people feel obvious chilling: "Third prince, the long whip has no eyes, are you Heavenly nobles, it's better not to hurt your life for nothing."

"The victory or defeat is yet to be known. I advise the master of the Changfeng sect not to overdo it."

Fang Ziyu is well aware of the power of this sect master, but he can also see that he is old, with both energy and blood deficiency, and the current state cannot be maintained for too long:

"Fourth sister is currently a major offender of the imperial court. If the sect master insists on going his own way, the consequences will be unimaginable. Are you sure you don't think about it anymore?"

"Your Highness can disregard the brother-sister relationship, but this old man cannot ignore his granddaughter."

The accumulated energy was too much, which temporarily affected the old wound in his heart, but Bai Yunxiao didn't want to show timidity in the eyes of others, forced himself to suppress the surging fishy sweetness, and coldly refused:

"If you want to take her down, you have to step over the old man's body first."

"Since the sect master has made up his mind, I can't force it."

Fang Ziyu snorted coldly, and the magic pestle in his hand set off a wave of air, and the guards behind him immediately rushed towards Bai Yunxiao and Changfeng's disciples like lightning!

As the energy symbolizing the different attributes of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth fell on the protective wall one after another, the faces of Changfeng's disciples showed painful expressions. Half of their energy was distributed to Bai Yunxiao, and the other half was completely applied to the protective wall. In other words, once they are unable to support and are broken, they can only use their fragile flesh to meet the incoming force of energy.

Both Bai Yunxiao and Fang Muci understood that such a confrontation would not last long, so they accelerated Lingwu's offensive, intending to fight their way out of the encirclement of the personal guards.

Everyone was fighting fiercely, so no one noticed that the number of people fighting in the field gradually increased. Even if both sides were injured, more and more people gathered in front of the prison.

Fang Muci threw out a lancet in his hand, and then stabbed a person who was rushing beside him with his backhand, his blue hair fluttered and his expression was solemn.

There are only more than fifty personal guards in the palace, why can't they break through after fighting for so long?

She realized that something was wrong, and was about to remind Bai Yunxiao behind her, when she turned her head suddenly, she was frightened by the scene before her: "Grandpa, be careful!!"

"what?"

Bai Yunxiao swept the long whip in his hand, before he could withdraw his strength, his chest suddenly felt cold.

He lowered his head in a daze, only to see a section of sword protruding from under the white clothes on the front, which was dripping with scarlet blood, and then the heart-piercing pain spread from his chest all the way to his whole body, his throat was sweet, and he took a mouthful. Blood spurted out immediately!

It was a sword piercing the heart.

Bai Yunxiao stood stiffly on the spot, with blood continuously spilling from the corner of his half-open mouth. He turned his head slowly, and saw a gap in the solid protective wall behind him, and a man in white was holding The long sword that pierced into his body smiled brightly:

"Sorry, Changfeng Sect Master, I am not your disciple."

As he spoke, he quickly retracted the sword, jumped up, and Bai Yunxiao's wound was immediately exposed, blood spattered, and his whole body fell down suddenly like a jade pillar!

"Grandpa!" Fang Muci's eyes were red, and he was about to pounce on him with a cry of grief, but he was suddenly bound tightly around his waist.

Most of the Changfeng disciples who had been desperately outputting their energy were lying limp on the ground, while the other part easily stood up, quickly summoned their natal spirits, and stabbed them mercilessly.

These disciples were already exhausted, and where there was no energy left to resist, they were killed before they could even scream.

"Let me go, let go!"

Fang Muci struggled desperately, outputting energy regardless of her weakness, but the man who trapped her behind her smiled disdainfully, raised his palm and slashed at the back of her neck with a hand knife, causing her to lose consciousness directly.

The change in the situation on the court was also unexpected by Fang Ziyu. The purpose of his trip was to trap Fang Muci in the sky prison. Seeing her being knocked out, he immediately stepped forward to stop her, but the air around him suddenly tensed, invisible The coercion fell instantly, making him unable to move.

This is……?

He was inexplicably surprised, but his neck suddenly tightened, and his throat was tightly wrapped around his throat by some kind of extremely thin thread.

Not only is it a threat to life, but it is also due to the fear deep in his soul. His cultivation base of Yuanli is not considered high, facing the powerful coercion that surpasses him by several levels, he can't even give up half a thought of resistance——

This also shows that the person holding his life gate from behind is by no means something he can contend against.

"Third Prince, if you still care about family affection, you are lucky. Not only did you not let go of your own sister, but you even killed her grandfather..."

The voice of the person controlling him was low and hoarse, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, but his tone was full of malice:

"If Emperor Qingli knew all this, guess what he would think?"

That's right, the death of Changfeng Sect Master had nothing to do with him, and he came here only to stop Fang Muci, and never meant to hurt her life.

But who would believe what he said now?

It's hard to argue, but it is.

He opened his mouth, and wanted to resist, but the man cut off his knife on his neck in the same way, easily knocking him unconscious.

Throwing the unconscious Fang Ziyu aside casually, the man turned around with a chuckle.

Under the moonlight, the monk's robe was as red as blood, and a section of his neck was smooth and white.

At this time, the battle situation in the arena has been decided, Bai Yunxiao and the disciples of the Changfeng Sect who rushed over all lay down on the ground, seeing the hopelessness of life;

On the other side, most of the palace guards lost consciousness, but the casualties were not serious.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see who wins and who loses in this scuffle.

"Soon the nearby guards will be alarmed, we should leave here as soon as possible."

Inspired by the monk's eyes, all the people present who were still standing safe and sound took off their coats one after another, and resumed their original nocturnal attire.

It turned out that as early as the fierce battle between Changfengmen and the palace guards led by Fang Ziyu, they changed into the white clothes of Changfengmen and the armor of the guards respectively, mixed into the teams of both sides, and disintegrated the offensive of both sides from behind when they were not prepared. .

That's why Bai Yunxiao exposed his back in front of the enemy's eyes so defenselessly, and suffered fatal trauma.

The monk-robed man took the unconscious Fang Muci from his subordinates, and hugged her horizontally in his arms.

The brows that were vaguely similar to her contained a touch of teasing and sarcasm, staring at Bai Yunxiao who was struggling to stand up not far away: "Why, does the master have any wishes?"

"...you...you seem to have no desires...in fact..."

The dark red blood splashed onto the ground drop by drop, mixed with a large amount of blood spilled from the penetrating wound on the front chest, and spread a shallow puddle under the body. Bai Yunxiao gasped in pain, but stubbornly refused to close his eyes:

"...Please...don't hurt her...life..."

"Hurt her life?"

The monk-robed man suddenly opened his mouth and laughed so loudly that his whole chest was shaking, as if what Bai Yunxiao said was a big joke.

"This is my fourth younger sister, how can I be willing to hurt her?"

He lowered his eyes and rubbed Fang Muci's temples affectionately, with a relaxed tone, as if he was just making an irrelevant joke:

"Even if she cursed and murdered the prince, so what, maybe she was framed by someone?"

After all, he looked at Fang Ziyu, who was unconscious on the ground at his feet, with a look of disdain.

Bai Yunxiao immediately understood what he meant, his eyes widened in an instant, his blood-stained white beard trembled, and he said in a trembling voice:

"All of this... turned out to be you..."

A heart fell heavily, he understood everything, but he never had a chance to say it out, his pale palm fell to the ground, his whole body was shaken, his consciousness was lost, and he lost his breath soon.

"The master of the Changfeng sect who has dominated the rivers and lakes for many years seems to be nothing more than that."

The robed man smiled faintly, and didn't take Bai Yunxiao's death to heart, but raised his hand to wipe away the dust and tears on Fang Muci's face, with a focused and gentle expression.

The corners of his lips curled up, and the voice he spoke was reassuring and comfortable: "Xiaoci, the second brother is here, don't be afraid."

The author has something to say: Dip~ Grandpa’s bento has been signed for

In the next chapter, we will release Nanny Bai, Xiao Ming and Qing Qing, and the conspiracy of the Imperial Power Scroll will gradually be exposed.

It’s really tiring to write plots, and no one is watching the main drama, and I still burn my brain when I write it, and there are so many things happening recently, I feel that I can’t see hope at a glance, it’s so sad

But I will try my best to write well, and try my best to cheer myself up!

Hope the little angel can continue to pick me! !a thankful heart! !