MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 103 One hundred and three tripods

◎Save him (two more in one)◎

After all, the boy was unable to call out her name.

He fainted from exhaustion, and was half dragged and half dragged by the servants towards the Song family ancestral hall.

During the dragging, the small mirror that the dumb slave gave him fell out of his sleeve.

No one cared about the mirror. They were busy working. Someone stepped on the mirror and just kicked the mirror into the gap between the blue and white bricks.

The moment Tianjun saw the young man, his anger calmed down in an instant. Beside him stood the daughter of the Song family, and she didn't lift her eyelids: "I found Pei Ming for you, I wonder what Tianjun will do. Thank you?"

Tianjun doesn't like her, she seems too utilitarian, and she can do whatever she can to achieve her goals, even her parents can betray her.

People like her are not easy to use or control. They are like a mad dog that bites people. Even if they are tamed, it is only an illusion that temporarily floats on the surface.

Tianjun won't keep a mad dog by his side, but he can give her a little sweetness in exchange for her brief tameness.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at her: "After you get married, the Song family will be left to you to take care of."

"Jiang?!" She looked a little annoyed, her cheeks flushed: "I still have two or three years before I can meet the scorpion, and I'm going to take over the Song family now..."

Tianjun sneered: "You also know that you still have a few years to get married. Now that the Song family is handed over to you, who will convince you?"

She was choked and wanted to say something to refute, but she couldn't figure out how to respond to his words.

Because what he said was right, no one in the Song family would obey her.

When she was striving for the title of Song Family Patriarch, she never imagined this problem. At this moment, she suddenly realized that even if she won the title of Patriarch, no one would be convinced and listen to her even if she could not break through the foundation stage. of waste wood.

In the past, the Song family and his wife were protecting each other, and they were concerned about the power of the two. At least others would not say anything ugly on the bright side.

In the past few days, when the Song family and his wife fell from power, although she was eating and drinking as usual, rumors and rumors were pointing at her face.

I don't know who told her about her righteous annihilation, no matter where she goes, she will be stabbed in the spine.

She was fed up with the scorn and abuse from others, she thought that she had made a contribution to catching Pei Ming, and when Tianjun passed the position of the head of the family to her, no one would dare to gossip any more.

Unexpectedly, she imagined things too simple.

"If that's the case, you release my parents and let them continue to sit in this position for the time being until I reach my aunt..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Tianjun: "I'm very busy right now, and I don't have time to bargain with you."

After all, he waved his hand impatiently, motioning her to leave the Song Family Ancestral Hall.

She wanted to fight again, but Tianjun had lost his patience and ordered his servants to drive her out.

When the ancestral hall was quiet, Tianjun looked at the pale prince lying on the wooden couch and described the withered Prince Yuan, and pursed his lips slightly: "The lonely Yuaner, I will leave it to you."

In the ancestral hall, he was talking to several seniors of the Song family, including the elders of the Song family, as well as medical masters who had returned to the mountains and forests.

Seeing that they all responded in unison, Tianjun's eyes fell on the young man lying on the wooden couch beside Prince Yuan: "After the heart is cut out, bury him with a good life."

In the end, it is his own blood, even if it is not pleasing, he has never poured a trace of affection, but for the sake of blood connection, he must be respected for him.

Having said that, Tianjun left with a flick of his sleeves and walked towards the outside of the ancestral hall.

Hearing the bell ringing in the house, he knew that the heart-changing technique was about to start, but before the matter was over, he still sighed tensely and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

He waved his hand and called his entourage: "You lead the two of you back, burn down the cellar, and clean up the people on the island."

The entourage responded and immediately headed to the island.

Tianjun's order was in a hurry, and they went straight away with their swords, but after more than an hour, they arrived on the island.

In order to save trouble, the entourage drove several people from the island to the cellar together, and even the dumb slave was not spared.

In the cellar, a lot of wine was stored. They smashed the wine jar with a hammer. With the echo of 'bang dang' and 'bang dang', the wine jar cracked, and the wine was scattered all over the ground.

The sound was too loud, louder than the sound of the decoration, so loud that Song Dingding's obsessive consciousness was reawakened.

Before she could react, she only heard the sound of knocking close at hand. The wine jar she was in was smashed by the attendants, and Hun Yuanding followed the wine and rolled out to the ground.

The servants who were driven to the corner looked at their savage actions tremblingly. The servants were extremely frightened. Only the dumb slave's eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the death situation he was about to face.

He stretched out his hand from the darkness, picked up the Hunyuan Ding on the ground, looked at the yellow talisman on the Hunyuan Ding, and tilted his head.

The dumb slave watched for a while, raised his hand to uncover the yellow talisman, and hid the Primordial Cauldron in his sleeve.

Song Dingding felt that the invisible power that was eating away at her soul disappeared in an instant.

The body, which was originally immobile, regained its lightness. It was like a dense spider web that enveloped the soul, and the suffocating atmosphere disappeared.

It's just that her strength has been exhausted, and she no longer has the strength to escape from here and find the boy.

What's more, she is just a touch of soul, without the body of the original owner, she is nothing and can't do anything.

The sound of smashing the wine jar stopped after a while, and the entourage walked to the secret passage, twisted the mechanism, and walked out one after another.

They stood outside the dark passage and threw the ignited kerosene on the wine and water on the floor. The fireworks rose into the air in an instant, like a devil with a huge mouth roaring, bit by bit devoured everything in the cellar.

The servants who were driven to the corner looked terrified. They wanted to escape, but the secret passage was about to close with the rumbling sound.

They couldn't run away, and they couldn't run at all.

The dumb slave looked at the sparks flying in the air with a hint of relief on his face, as if he had already anticipated today's fate.

He didn't panic, raised his arm, and threw the Primordial Ding in his hand outwards.

Hun Yuanding was thrown out of the cellar at the last moment when the secret passage was closed. Song Dingding vaguely saw the vicissitudes of the dumb slave's face through Ding's ears, and a calm smile appeared on his face.

Huge thick smoke mixed with the fire, gradually twisting and swallowing his face.

She really wanted to say something to him, but it was dark in front of her, and the gate of the secret passage blocked her vision, and she never had time to look at the dumb slave again.

With such a raging fire, even if he is not burned to death, he will be choked to death in the cellar.

She was in a hurry, and subconsciously called out a 'dumb slave'.

"Miss, are you alright?"

An unfamiliar voice came from the side.

Song Dingding was in a trance for a moment, and when her eyes were focused, she saw a woman wearing a maid's costume.

She frowned and looked around.

The smell of herbs is everywhere here, and the smell is slightly bitter, and even the flowers and plants in the lawn can't hide the smell.

She was sitting on the ground in an indecent posture, hanging in the palm of her side, holding a small mirror, the familiar scar on the side of her index finger made her pupils shrink suddenly.

Is this the original owner's body?

Did she transmigrate to the original owner again?

Song Dingding grabbed the maid's hand: "What was I doing just now? How could I fall to the ground?"

The maid was taken aback, but she answered honestly: "You just came out of the ancestral hall and said you were going back to your room to rest. When you were passing through the garden, you saw something glowing in the gap between the blue and white bricks..."

Song Dingding understood the meaning of the maid before she finished speaking.

There was something shiny stuck in the gap between the blue and white bricks. It was this small mirror in her hand.

The original owner was afraid that it was not because of curiosity that she stepped forward to check and accidentally touched the mirror, so she put it on the original owner again.

Song Dingding keenly captured useful information from the maid's mouth. She interrupted the maid: "What did I just go to the ancestral hall for?"

The maid shook her head: "I don't know about slaves..."

It's not that she didn't know, she didn't dare to say.

Everyone knows what kind of thing the daughter of the Song family is. She betrays her parents for profit. She usually takes anger at the servants in the mansion, and she is hysterical and mad at every turn.

It wasn't long after he was thrown out of the ancestral hall by Tianjun's people, but now he is pretending to have amnesia again, as if everything that happened just now had never happened.

Such a lunatic, she dare not talk too much.

If she said something wrong, the unlucky person would be her.

Song Dingding seemed to see the maid's concerns. She didn't waste any more time asking for answers, but just asked, "Now, how many days have passed since the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

The maid said: "Three days."

Song Dingding felt a chill in his heart, and he didn't care about anyone else. He got up and ran to the Song family ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is a very important place in the Song family. Even the Song family seldom goes in. What did the original owner go to the ancestral hall for?

She ran to the ancestral hall, and the maid chased after her: "Miss, Miss... If you go back again, Tianjun will be angry!"

The maid was in a hurry, but she accidentally shouted out the truth.

As soon as Song Dingding heard the word 'Tianjun', he ran faster under his feet.

When she arrived at the Song Family ancestral hall, the lights of the ancestral hall had just been turned off, and two servants carried a bamboo curtain and hurried out from the ancestral hall with their heads lowered.

There was something rolled up in the bamboo curtain, which looked very bloated. Perhaps when he was walking out from the threshold, he accidentally bumped, and a pale arm was bumped out of the bamboo curtain.

The fingers are like slender bamboos, with clear joints, revealing half of the thin persimmon-colored sleeves, reflecting a blush in the cold moonlight.

The viscous blood coagulated into drops of blood along his fingertips, dripping slowly.

With a bang, she fell into the soil. The sound was so clear that it amplified infinitely in her ears, but it tore off her tense nerves.

Her eyes widened, and her eyes gradually became blurred, as if she had forgotten to breathe, staring at the dirty, pale palm for a moment.

The servant saw her, but pretended not to see her, one of them bent down and swiftly pushed back his hand hanging from the bamboo mat.

This simple action made her go crazy, she took vain steps, rushed up and pushed the servant away.

While pushing and shoving, several servants didn't grasp the bamboo curtain firmly, and I don't know who stumbled, and the bamboo mat in their hands slid down.

The boy who was hastily wrapped up between the bamboo mats fell heavily to the ground and rolled down the stone steps.

His upper body was naked, his face was pale, the flesh and blood at the mouth of his heart were blurred, the flesh that was turned out layer by layer was red and white, and the sticky and fresh internal organs in his chest were clearly visible.

I don't know where I bumped into it, but the recording crane held tightly in his hand let out a familiar voice: "Good night, big brother."

The air was silent for a moment, and another clear and sweet voice slowly came from the recording crane, which should have been silent.

"Good night, Dingding."

His voice was short and hurried, but it was not difficult to hear the temperature in his voice, so hot, so warm, as if he was standing in front of her right now.

Looking at his still warm body, Song Dingding's movements froze, he forgot his movements and forgot to breathe.

Although the servants were afraid of her, they didn't dare to delay Tianjun's business. They looked at each other and winked. Two people stepped forward and twisted her arm, trying to crush her to the ground.

The other two picked up the bamboo curtain on the ground and hurried to the bottom of the steps, like dragging a dead dog, and rolled the boy's body, which had gradually lost its temperature, into the bamboo curtain.

She raised her head, her eyes were flushed, her neck was bulging with blue veins, and she let out a piercing scream.

The sky was suddenly dark, the wind blew up the sand and dust, and a blue-purple lightning gradually condensed in the air. The lightning lit up the sky in an instant, only to hear a loud bang, meandering down and hitting the Song family ancestral hall.

The servants were startled by the loud noise, and subconsciously hugged their heads and lay on the ground. The thunder and lightning came too suddenly, and the roar exploded in their ears, as if the thunder and lightning were not on the ancestral hall, but on them.

When they reacted, heavy raindrops like pebbles fell from the sky, and the dense rainstorm seemed to wash away the sins of the world, and enveloped the atmosphere of death and sorrow in the entire Sanlu and Jiuzhou.

And the boy who was covered in blood on the ground has long since disappeared.

Song Dingding carried the teenager on her back and shuttled through the rainstorm. She was so thin, but she was able to carry the teenager steadily.

She didn't know where she should go or where she could go. She walked forward aimlessly, step by step, trying her best.

Until she stepped on the long sword and left the island.

The rain washed away the remaining temperature on the boy's body, his body gradually became cold, and she finally stopped.

Song Dingding hugged the boy's stiff and white body, the rain wet his face that had lost its color, she raised her hand over and over to wipe his cheek, waiting for him to come back to life according to the past.

But no.

She waited so long that she even forgot the time.

The young man did not survive, his limbs and joints became stiff, and dark red scars gradually appeared on the skin of his arms. Song Dingding knew that it was a corpse spot.

Her hopeful heart froze in an instant.

When she thought she could change the past, she tried her hardest, but failed to change the established ending.

Just when she thought it was the worst ending, God made another joke with her.

The boy is dead, really dead.

Song Dingding picked up the boy's cold body again.

She went to the Immortal Mansion.

Since he can become the next Palace Master of the Immortal Mansion, does it prove that Baizhou of the Immortal Mansion can save him?

The Immortal Mansion is independent from the world. Outside the mansion is guarded by ancient mythical beasts. Inside the mansion are masters who evade the world from three continents and nine continents.

But Song Dingding was not afraid, the boy carrying her, broke in single-handedly.

She didn't eat or drink for several days, her face was pale, her eyes were blue, and strands of wet hair stuck to her forehead, like a corpse that had just been salvaged from the river.

The face of the teenager behind him hangs down, his body exudes the stench of rotten corpse, and the skin tissue is festering in pieces, which no longer looks like it.

But the slender woman didn't seem to notice it at all. She leaned over and walked closer to the Immortal Mansion with his back step by step.

The divine beast guarding the Immortal Mansion is called Yuze Beast. It was originally the mount of the first Siyu God of the Celestial Clan. It has a dragon head, a lion body, a snake tail and a pair of horns. look at her.

It is more than ten meters high, and Song Dingding is weak in front of it, like an ant, so fragile, so small.

As long as it swept over with its tail, she would be crushed into flesh along with the teenager behind her.

But Yuze Beast didn't move, it looked at her, one person and one beast looked at each other from a distance, and it slowly swayed its tail.

I heard that the immortal mansion broke into the outsider, and the people who gathered in the mansion to watch the fun originally thought that Yuze Beast would crush the weak outsider with its tail as usual, but in the next moment, Yuze Beast gently turned to her. He lowered his head.

It coiled its tail and laid its front paws on the ground, obediently like a big dog trying to please its owner.

Everyone who wanted to watch the fun was dumbfounded and saw the woman walking into the Immortal Mansion from Yuze Beast's side.

The rain mixed with blood fell from her forehead. She raised her pale face and looked at them: "Who is Baizhou?"

They should have stopped her, but seeing her so weak that she will die in the next moment, still with a stubborn look on her face, this indescribable shock emanating from the bottom of her heart made everyone silent.

Perhaps many years later, they will still not forget that there was a scene where a woman, carrying the rotting corpse of a young man, passed through three continents and nine continents, and stepped into the immortal mansion under the continuous heavy rain.

I don't know who, secretly in the crowd, pointed her in a direction.

Song Dingding walked in that direction like a walking corpse.

Her steps were shaky, as if she would faint at any moment in the next moment, but she didn't stop.

She finally saw Baizhou.

Bai Zhou looked at her face and seemed a little surprised: "How did you come in?"

He seemed to have a lot of questions that he didn't ask, but Song Dingding couldn't hold on any longer. She grabbed his hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Save him..."

Bai Zhou glanced at the young man behind her, and he raised his eyebrows: "The corpses are rotting, how can I save them?"

"I know..." Her lips were dry and cracked, and her throat seemed to be gritted: "I know where your wife is."

Bai Zhou restrained the indifference in his eyes, frowned and looked at her: "What did you say?"

She spoke intermittently, as if she would die in the next moment: "Your wife is not dead... help him..."

Bai Zhou's eyes were slightly cold: "If you lied in front of me in order to save him, then I will definitely..."

He wanted to speak ruthlessly, but halfway through, he couldn't help but suppress the longing in his heart, and let out a soft breath: "Where did you see her?"

Song Dingding seemed to have lost consciousness, she whispered between her teeth, repeating over and over again: "Save him..."

With a sullen face, Bai Zhou stepped forward with disgust, and looked around at the boy behind her.

When he saw the slightly swollen face clearly, he was slightly startled.

The young man is the blood of the Celestial Clan, and Bai Zhou saw it at a glance.

The Song family had tried to ask him for help, but he was not interested in the affairs of the Celestial Clan, nor did he have time to get involved.

If it was the person next to him, it would have rotted into bones after so many days of death, but the young man was just a corpse and a corpse spot, and the surface of his skin was slightly ulcerated.

It really deserves to be the blood of the Celestial Clan, the body of a god.

"I can try." Bai Zhou raised his hand and twisted his collar with two fingers, and pulled him down easily: "He is a god. As long as his heart is not destroyed, he will not die."

The implication is that as long as there is a heart, the teenager may be able to live again.

"However, I need something to be his heart."

Bai Zhou paused and looked at her: "I want your consciousness."

She is a cultivator, and consciousness is the lifeblood of a cultivator.

If you lose your spiritual sense, you will not be able to cultivate in the future. You can only be like an ordinary person, experiencing birth, aging, illness and death, and finally falling into reincarnation.

Moreover, she is now completely relying on the spiritual power in her body to support her.

If the consciousness is pulled away from the body, she will surely die.

Song Dingding understood what he meant, she raised her head with difficulty and met his gaze: "Save him."

At this moment, she finally understood in the original owner's diary, why the senior brother who disappeared for many years and went down to the Taoist temple to become a Taoist priest would say that her spiritual knowledge was given to others when she saw the original owner.

It turned out that she gave it to Daojun Wuzang.

It turned out that the past really can not be changed.

Bai Zhou put the boy on the ground, raised his hand to cover Song Dingding's eyebrows, and was about to pull away from her consciousness when he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, what's your name?"

He said, "If you can really save him, you must let him know who the benefactor is."

Song Dingding shook his head: "Don't tell him."

After she left, the owner of this body was the original owner.

He shouldn't have any illusions about her.

Bai Zhou raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything, just looked at her with a hint of pity in his eyes: "Then I'm going to do it."

Song Dingding took out the small mirror that was hidden in his arms, clenched the edge of the mirror tightly with his fingertips, and looked down at the quiet-faced boy.

He still held her mercy in his hand.

Her eyelashes fluttered and she closed her eyes.