Matchmaker system [Quick Transmigration]

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In the broken space of the abyss, the sky is chaotic, covered with ice and snow, white like a circling python.

On the battlefield left over from the ancient times in the center, dozens of spirit swords pierced deeply into the ice coffin, passed through the body of the person in the ice coffin, and nailed him to death here, and he could not be freed for tens of thousands of years.

With a sound of "cracking", small cracks appeared on the mysterious ice, and the cracks spread like spider webs. Finally, the entire ice coffin shattered into countless ice crystal particles, revealing the face of the person in the ice coffin.

It was an extremely young man. Before he died, he almost shed all his blood, and was covered by ice and snow for tens of thousands of years. His long black hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were all covered with a layer of crystal white frost. Bloodless, frighteningly pale, even the well-shaped lips were purple-white.

The gentle wind blew over here, blowing the eyelashes one by one, and the person who had been sleeping for a long time, like an ice sculpture, slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, the vitality dispelled the dead energy, revealing a bit of brilliance from the inside out.

It seemed that he was still the patriarch of the noble and romantic family with a somewhat rebellious and evil look in his eyes.

A scripture book with black characters on a gold background and the words "Matchmaker System" on the cover floated over. Before the book arrived, the voice came first, and a rough man's voice yelled: "Host! You finally woke up!"

The scriptures floated closer, and couldn't help but pause, because the host's body was covered with long swords, and it couldn't find a gap to jump into the host's arms.

"Host, how are you doing now? Does it hurt?"

Jiang Ling raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the scriptures. He was stunned by the scriptures that were turning non-stop, but the rough consonants became smaller and smaller until they disappeared completely.

Because those eyes were indifferent and alienated, showing a bit of suffocating oppression, completely different from Jiang Ling who was too free and easy so his eyes were light and lazy.

After a long silence, Jingshu lowered his voice: "Host, do you still know me?"

So those eyes closed again, and when they opened again, they were calm again, just like before.

"Xiao Hong." Jiang Ling pulled the corners of his lips and smiled lightly, because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse and dry, blunt and unpleasant, "Of course I know you."

The system breathed a long sigh of relief, and vomited bitterly: "Host, your appearance just now was too terrifying, I thought you were stuck in those memories and couldn't get out."

"Maybe that's my memory..." Jiang Ling's voice was as soft as a puff of white air, and disappeared as soon as the wind blew.

As soon as the system was activated, Jiang Ling said again: "Do me a favor."

"How, how can I help?"

Jiang Ling said lightly, "Help me pull out the sword in my left hand."

"Okay!" The system commanded, floating above Jiangling, intending to find a good angle to draw the sword.

The long sword on Jiang Ling's body directly crushed the bones, making him unable to move, so he could only rely on the help of the system.The long sword on his right hand was pulled out, but Jiang Linchuan broke free from the long sword forcefully back then, so his right hand was directly destroyed and he couldn't lift it up at all.

"It's so miserable." The scriptures murmured, and flew to the sword inserted into Jiang Ling's palm, carefully wrapped the rotten long sword with the pages of the book, and pulled it up with all its strength.

Ten thousand years later, Jiang Linchuan's body was still well preserved, but the long sword that killed him was destroyed by time, lost its original spiritual power, and turned into a rusty piece of iron, so he quickly pulled out the sword and was The system is thrown far.

Without the long sword, there was a vague blood hole left in the palm of the hand. There was no bleeding, but the wound was very grim.

"Host, are you in pain?"

Jiang Ling closed his eyes, his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and said decisively, "Continue!"

"oh oh……"

The long sword on the palm was pulled out, followed by the long sword on the wrist, and then the arms and shoulders...

The system looked at the long sword on Jiang Ling's chest with great confusion, and couldn't bear it: "Master, why don't you take a break before pulling it out?"

"fine."

"But, but this body is your own now, and you are the one who hurts." The system was puzzled, "The blade and the flesh and blood are growing together, how painful it is to pull it out."

However, Jiang Ling's voice was the same as before, only two words: "Continue!"

"..."

The long swords were wrapped in scriptures, and with the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, the long swords were pulled out one by one and thrown on the snow with a grunt.

Apart from the blood hole on Jiang Ling's body, only the long sword between his eyebrows remained.

When the system tried to pull it out, it was directly bounced off by the spiritual power on the long sword - when other long swords became scrap iron, only this long sword retained some of its original strength.

"No, this sword cannot be drawn."

"Then back off a bit." Jiang Ling's voice was as weak as a dying person's, but there was no doubt about it.

The system was puzzled, so he backed away obediently: "Host, why don't you rest for a while, wait for you to recover, and then pull it out..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and the system was shocked.

Jiang Ling did not open his eyes, but slowly raised his left hand. The broken sleeve slid down from his arm, revealing several blood holes on his pale skin. Those blood holes gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then slender. With five fingers, he grasped the hilt of the eyebrow soul sword.

The spirit sword began to resist, clanging loudly, and the spiritual power burned Jiang Ling's skin, causing severe pain.

However, Jiang Linchuan held the spirit sword firmly.

"hiss--"

The spirit sword was pulled out completely, and turned into ashes in Jiang Ling's palm, leaving only a long red mark between his eyebrows, which left a bit of coquettishness on his entire face. Afterwards, Jiang Ling lost strength and his arm slowly dropped.

With the palms facing up, revealing the bloody skin.

The system was dumbfounded after watching the whole thing, and then exclaimed after a while: "Host, are you desperate? If you play like this, no matter how good your body is, you will have to finish playing."

Jingshu accused him for a long time, but he didn't get any response, so he went to look carefully at Jiangling and found that he was in a coma, so he closed his mouth.

Jiang Ling slept for ten days, and when he opened his eyes again, he was able to move a little, so he checked his body.

Before Jiang Linchuan's soul was scattered, he had gone through the thunder tribulation and became a real celestial demon. The celestial demon is no longer a mortal body.After Jiang Ling entered this body and reinfused it with vitality, the surging and majestic power in his body began to flow through his body, healing the fatal wounds on his body.

The shattered bones grew back, and the blood holes healed, only the red marks left on the body, showing the injuries the body had suffered.

It can be said that the trauma on Jiang Ling's body has almost recovered under the powerful functions of his body.

But the damage to the body caused by the magic weapon takes a long time to heal.

This means that if Jiang Ling wants to restore Jiang Linchuan's power in its heyday, it will take at least ten years of support.

After Jiang Ling took off his clothes and checked the wound, he changed into a new set of clean clothes and put on a new set of clothes. When he was fastening his belt, the scriptures came over and walked around Jiang Ling: "These scars cannot be removed without the use of natural materials and earth treasures. "

"Then I won't go." Jiang Ling replied casually.

The hair was pressed in the clothes, Jiang Ling lifted the hair with both hands, and the long hair like a black waterfall poured down, lightly draped on the clothes.

"I want to know one more thing now." Jiang Ling bit the ribbon with a string of jade beads on his lips, tried to grasp the messy hair with both hands, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the scriptures with a half-smile, "For example , Xiaohong, who is the master behind you?"

"I'm the matchmaker system, so my boss is naturally the general system." Jing Shu answered as a matter of course.

"I'm Jiang Linchuan, right?"

"Host……"

"The answer is yes, or no." With a smile on his lips, Jiang Ling tied his hair into a bunch, and the jade beads on the hairband fell on his shoulders.

"This, this..." The pages of the scriptures were flipped quickly, and the words on the top were covered with tiny brilliance, and after a while, the brilliance completely disappeared.

[Problem exceeds system privileges, system is shutting down. ]

[3...2...1...]

Jiang Linchuan sneered, raised his hand to hold his forehead, and said softly but definitely: "That memory is so real, so real that I can't help but suspect that I am Jiang Linchuan, that is my memory, or in fact It was me who lost my memory, reincarnated as Jiang Linchuan, and experienced all this."

"Otherwise, why would there be estrangement in that world..." Jiang Linchuan guessed, but also affirmed, "Is the little master our first encounter, or is the sword spirit our first encounter?"

The system was completely shut down, and the book fell to the ground with a thud.

Jiang Ling quietly looked at the scripture that accompanied him for several worlds: "The reason why I completed the tasks one by one is because I thought I was an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had been bedridden for 20 years, and his soul was taken to other places. In the world, as long as you complete the task, you can continue to live. I am not afraid of your plans, because the precious thing in me is only one life, and this life is given to me by the system, so it is nothing if I help you do things. But If I were Jiang Linchuan..."

"..."

The free and easy eyes gradually turned sharp, revealing a bit of ice and snow coldness: "Even an immortal can't revive a person whose soul has disappeared, let alone Jiang Linchuan's soul has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and his soul has disappeared in the world for a long time. Since you have such a great ability, you want to revive me and let Xiao Hong, a silly and sweet system who can't say anything, follow me, of course it's not for the simple reason of making me a matchmaker, the plan is definitely not small."

"..."

"It's this time, what are you hiding? Come out and tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The scriptures that were originally dead floated again, and mysterious and nihilistic power came to this place and gathered them on the scriptures.

Jiang Ling's fingertips couldn't help trembling slightly. With his level of cultivation, he felt a strong sense of crisis when he came into contact with the fleeting breath just now.

"Yeah." The voice was still inorganic, with no emotions or desires, "You are indeed Jiang Linchuan."

Jiang Ling couldn't help laughing, the laughter contained a bit of sarcasm.

"I will tell you what you want to know slowly."

"Then answer my question first." Jiang Linchuan repeated unhurriedly, "I have worked so hard to revive me, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"One thing only you can do."

Jiangling is waiting for the next article.

"Kill Mei Shuyuan, or...Mei Jiu."

"..."