Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

The pain from the splitting headache gradually disappeared, Mingzhi subconsciously raised his hand to press his temple slowly, but the hand got stuck just half way up, it seemed that something was covering his top, it was as hard as a stone, just now The hand that hit it was aching.

what?

Mingzhi opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a layer of frosted glass, with light coming in from above, making it difficult to see clearly.

Mingzhi put his palm against the glass, the feeling from his palm is not uneven like frosted glass, but the silky softness of high-grade fabric, cool as if soaked in ice water.

This is where?

Mingzhi looked left and right, and found himself lying in a rectangular cabinet, up and down, left and right, front and back, all covered with frosted glass like the one in front of him.

Mingzhi was dumbfounded.

This narrow space that just accommodates one person, this rectangular shape, no matter how you look at it, it looks like that...

Mingzhi was shocked!

Is he lying in a coffin! ?

is he deadBut why no impression?

Mingzhi forced himself to calm down and recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, but he couldn't remember it at all. He only remembered that he seemed to be going to his cousin's company.

From this point of view, his memory should be faulted.

Mingzhi tried to push off the top cover above, but no matter how hard his hands were, the top cover just didn't move at all, and there was no sign of moving at all.

Mingzhi put down his hand a little discouraged, and started to grope his whole body, it doesn't matter if he doesn't touch it, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the clothes he was wearing.

Raising his hands, he raised his upper body as much as possible to look towards his feet. With the help of the dim light, Mingzhi discovered that his clothes were actually those ancient ones, and they were not the shrouds he wore when he was buried.

Mingzhi lay back, shook the wide sleeves on both hands, blinked his eyes, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was not dead, but a cliché time-travel.

But, why is it different from the ones seen in TV dramas and novels, his soul has passed through a dead person, shouldn't it be the plot line of pushing the coffin lid and pretending that the corpse is not dead?

Thinking of this, Mingzhi couldn't help looking at the frosted glass coffin lid, the coffin lid was so tight, it must have been nailed down.

Just when he was worrying about what to do, there was a strange sound of "gurgling" in the coffin, and Mingzhi felt something rolled to his neck, and goosebumps suddenly appeared in his hands, and two big words appeared in his mind—— — Corpse turtle!

Although the corpse turtle is a fictional insect, Mingzhi, who has been deeply poisoned by movies and tomb robbery novels, has a real shadow on it. For a while, the image of the corpse turtle piercing its intestines and coming out bloody from its mouth in the movie is in my mind It flashed, and he was so scared that he couldn't help but want to scream.

But he held back, and his self-help instinct urged him to grab the things around his neck.

Take it in front of your eyes and take a closer look, um...it's an egg.

An egg with a blue flame totem printed on its surface is a circle smaller than ordinary eggs, more like a mountain egg, a small one.

Could this be a funeral object?

Is it so shabby, just an egg.

Ming Zhi picked up the egg and looked at it under the light, the body of the egg is very beautiful, the pattern on the egg is neither printed nor painted, as if it was born like this.I rubbed the eggshell with my fingers a few times, and turned it over to see that my fingers were not stained with any paint.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Mingzhi felt the egg in his hand move suddenly.

Then, a crack appeared from the middle of the egg, and after a slight crackling sound, Mingzhi saw the bird's yellow beak protruding from the crack, and then, a small head covered with wet hair broke through the crack When he came out, he saw his closed eyelids trembling slightly, and then opened in the next second, revealing his dark eyes, and Chao Mingzhi chirped loudly.

At the same time, Mingzhi's head ached, and a cute mechanical sound was forced into his mind.

[Di——The system has been activated, the activation serial number is 8194, there is no number, the system level is being tested... Di——The system level has been confirmed. 】

[Beep—the primary system is starting, the host is being confirmed, and the identity of the host is being authenticated...beep—the five senses have been confirmed, the retina has been confirmed...beep—the confirmation is complete. 】

[Hello from the host Ming, this is your primary system. 】

[... Chirp? 】

After the serious tone ended, it was replaced by a confused chirping bird.

The newborn baby bird held in his hand was shaking its hair, its two little paws were trembling, as if it would lose its balance and fall down at any moment. It stared at Mingzhi with two small round eyes.

One person and one bird, four eyes facing each other, four eyes are confused.

……

Mingzhi opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Lu Qingying sitting beside him, holding a squeezed towel in his hand, ready to wipe his cheeks.

Seeing Mingzhi who had woken up, the worry in Lu Qingwei's eyes faded away, he put back the towel, and said, "Fellow Daoist, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Mingzhi felt the pain in his chest no longer, and his head that was humming and hurting in his dream didn't hurt anymore, so he shook his head at Lu Qingying, and smiled politely at the corner of his mouth: "No, thank you fellow daoist."

Mingzhi sat up and put his hands on his chest. Before he passed out, he only felt the pain in his chest that was about to burst, the pain was so painful that he could see the shape of the pain, but now he didn't feel it at all, and he didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

"It's alright."

Lu Qingwei gently helped Mingzhi out of the bed, carefully observed Mingzhi's expression, and found that the vividness that Mingzhi had shown before was no longer there, and his face and eyes showed no waves or desires.

"Fellow Daoist seems to like orcas very much?" After Mingzhi finished putting on his shoes, Lu Qingwei took the Life Sword and returned it to Mingzhi, and asked.

"It's okay." Mingzhi took the sword, raised his eyes to look at Lu Qingwei, and said with a smile, "I'm just interested in black animals."

In just one sentence, he didn't show too much love, which was quite different from the love that couldn't be hidden on his face before he fell into a coma. The gap between before and after made Lu Qingwei's eyes covered with a layer of disappointment.

"Black and white..." Lu Qingwei hid the emotion in his eyes, put on a decent smile again, and asked tentatively, "Could it be that fellow daoists are also interested in iron-eating beasts?"

"Iron-eater?" Mingzhi's eyes lit up suddenly but returned to normal in an instant. He nodded and said with a smile, "I'm still interested."

Then there is no text.

Lu Qingwei secretly remembered Mingzhi's reaction in his heart. After observing just now, he found that there seemed to be something wrong with Mingzhi's ruthless way. It is caused by subtle influences, and there are traces to follow. There is absolutely no such emotion that is suppressed all the time when it surges up.

The author has something to say: About the Moon Floating Palace, here is an explanation.

The full name of Moon Floating Palace is Moon Floating Twelve Palaces. There are twelve palace owners. Each palace owner has his own title. For example, the boss is the Lord of God. He is the chief palace owner of Moon Floating Palace. Palace Lord.

And Lu Qingwei is the fairy master, in charge of Fuyue Palace, so he is also the master of Fuyue Palace.

Hmm... It shouldn't be too complicated. If it's too complicated, then just know that Lu is the fairy master ∩_∩It doesn't matter anyway.