Interstellar arranged marriage: The big guys rose after being deposed

Qiu Zhan nodded, "Yes, we have three grown men in our family, and we can't afford to support a little girl like Lingling?

If it weren't for the interstellar law that stipulates that women must marry at the age of eighteen, she could stay at home all her life!

If the system matches well, we will treat each other as son-in-law, if not, we will treat each other as strangers. Can the system also detect family happiness? "

Qiu Ze and Wei Jing also expressed their opinions, telling Qiu Ling not to worry about the matching results.

Qiu Ling chuckled and nodded, "I'm really fine. I feel relieved now."

However, marriage is a lifelong thing, so she is looking forward to it a little.

After all, she is not going to continue her ascetic training, so it seems like a good idea for her to have a taste of love, spice up her life, and experience what it is like to get married and have children like ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ling lowered his head and poked at the computer.

Your ancestor: My dear brother, I will be forced into marriage by the system soon. Can you help me screen out some not-so-good candidates?

Little follower: I can't stop the system from forcing marriages, but I can help Big Brother narrow down the marriage range and lock you into an elite among elites, and then the system will randomly choose one. How about that, isn't that nice?

Your ancestor: She must be good-looking, young, and not promiscuous. Other conditions are up to you. I don’t care!

Little follower: ...Okay, as long as big brother is happy, I will try my best.

Soon they arrived at the matchmaking office, where a robot that handled business led them through the procedures.

After entering the basic information, the robot took out a transparent stone from its belly and said gently: "Ms. Qiu Ling, please put your hand on the stone and try to input your mental power."

Under the tense gaze of the Qiu family, Qiu Ling curled his lips slightly, stretched out his hand and placed it on the stone, driving his Nascent Soul out for a stroll.

The stone was suddenly filled with red, and then quickly changed through orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, to dark brown, and finally to inky black!

The robot paused, compared the color card, and switched to a cheerful and sincere voice: "Ms. Qiu Ling, congratulations, your mental power level is SSS... The information has been entered for you and is waiting for the system to match..."

The Qiu family members looked a little dreamy, thinking that this must be a dream. They dreamed that Qiu Yi's marriage not only failed but she was also forced into a marriage. They also dreamed that Ling Ling was tested to have SSS-level mental strength.

They waited for a full ten minutes, and the robot said cheerfully: "Congratulations on your wedding, Ms. Qiu Ling. You are now married, and the information of three marriage partners has been sent to your optical brain.

I wish you and your three spouses a harmonious and respectful life together till old age!"

The Qiu family members stood beside Qiu Ling, waiting eagerly. They had to see their future son-in-law clearly before waking up.

Qiu Ling clicked on the new information from the official, which was her electronic marriage certificate and household registration booklet.

Originally, she and Qiu Zhan had the same household registration book.

Now, with the change in her marital status, she has moved to the same book with three other strange men!

The first match value is 99.5%. Wu Yan, 29 years old, SSS-level combat power. Due to long-term hunting of Warcraft, Zerg and ferocious beasts on the front line and performing various high-risk tasks, his mental strength collapsed and he completely lost his combat effectiveness and retreated to the rear.

He is the nephew of the Interstellar Emperor and is now named General King, in charge of the Eighth Legion among the 108 legions of the empire, which is responsible for collecting supplies.

The second match value is 99.2%, Shang Qi, 27 years old, SS-level combat power. When a monster tide broke out, the vanguard team he led did not wait for rescue, and all the people except him died in the battle. He also fell into a coma for five years and has not woken up yet.

Shang Qi is the eldest grandson of the Shang family, the first family in the Interstellar Federation.

The third match value is 99.1%, Yan Zhao, 23 years old, A-level combat power, the former Son of the Interstellar Temple, and current director of the Temple Library branch.

When he was taking a group of elite students from the Temple for graduation examination, he encountered a space-time rift and countless Zergs poured in. Even though he tried his best, he could only protect half of the students, and his mental strength was severely damaged, and his innate SSS-level combat power dropped to A-level.

They are indeed quite young, and are not known to be fickle, but why don’t they have any photos?

The Qiu family members were so shocked that they were speechless. This dream was too powerful. The three most popular people in the Interstellar Empire, Interstellar Federation and Interstellar Temple were all taken in by Ling Ling?

"They are all a thing of the past, all thanks to Meng. Without any of them who can fight, how can they protect Ling Ling!"

"Yes, the system cannot be so random that it brings these three together. Moreover, when the system matches marriage partners, at least one of them must be an A-level warrior in order to reproduce. Yan Zhao was born an SSS-level warrior. After his genes were strengthened, even if his combat power dropped to A-level, the genes cannot be reversed! It's too unreliable..."

"The three of them were all mentally damaged, and one of them was lying down. You can't say this dream was quite real..."

"When did SS-rank and SSS-rank become so common?"

They sighed in a daze.

Qiu Ling frowned and used his optical brain to search for information about these three people. It was either about how glorious they were in the past, or how miserable they were now. It was said that they were good-looking and kept themselves clean.

Many S-level consorts wanted to marry them, but were all rejected!

So the question is, is this supposedly reliable?

Before she could ask, the "little follower" bombarded her with messages:

"Damn it, big brother, what kind of luck do you have? It's too good to be true. I just eliminated those who are ugly, much older than you, and disabled within the scope allowed by the system.

But the range of remaining eligible marriage candidates is also very large, accounting for 10% of the population of the ancient blue planet where you live. Why did you choose these three ancestors?

Brother, the system has already matched you and cannot be changed. No matter how capable I am, I can’t help you…”

Qiu Ling replied: "It has nothing to do with you. When my mental strength recovers, I will give you some spiritual medicine to eat for fun."

The "little follower" agreed with a cheerful smile, not taking it to heart at all. His family was well off, and he could eat the elixir like candy beans, so why would he care about her little thing?

The big brother he just recognized is a little too unlucky, but thinking about those three, it will probably be very lively in the future!

After replying to the message, Qiu Ling received a friend verification with the note "Yan Zhao" on it.

She curled her lips slightly and nodded yes.

Yan Zhao: Hello, Qiu Ling, I’m Yan Zhao, one of the people matched by your system. Nice to meet you.

Qiu Ling: Hello.

Yan Zhao: After General Wu adds you as a friend, you can create a family group and we can have a small meeting.

Qiu Ling: Okay.

Is she too standoffish?

Qiu Ling lowered his head and tapped again, imitating the words in the online game group: Please send me photos!

When Qiu Ling got on the hovercraft, Yan Zhao sent him a photo.

The young man in the picture is very young, with silver hair and handsome features. The scattered sunlight outside the window falls on his gray-blue eyes, which are full of warmth and smile, as if there is not a trace of darkness hidden in him.