MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 40 forty tripods

◎Innocent (two more in one)◎

Her hip-length hair that came out of the bath water was sticking to her smooth back with wet strands. She raised her hand to remove the ink-like black hair, revealing the blue morpho butterfly entrenched on both sides of her shoulder blades.

The gorgeous and magnificent butterfly wings are stained with brilliant fluorescent blue, and the forewings and phoenix tail are wrapped in a circle of dark black.

The butterfly wings shine with metallic luster of blue, green and purple. The blue morpho butterfly spreads its wings and wants to fly.

Song Dingding looked at the magnificent colors in the long mirror, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

What does this blue morpho butterfly represent?

Is it a deed for signing a contract, or does it represent a deeper meaning?

She didn't know, she just subconsciously stretched out her hand, from the armpit to the back of the shoulder, and rubbed twice with her cool fingertips, the deadly dazzling and beautiful blue morpho butterfly on her snow-like skin.

When the night wind blew, Song Dingding shuddered, and immersed himself in the warm soup again, looking at Yinyin into the distance through the window above the long mirror.

Li Hua said that Daojun Wuzang would come to her again.

When will that be?

What will he take away from her?

…

After soaking in the soup for a long time, the feeling of drowsiness gradually came. She closed her eyes slightly and was about to take a nap, but suddenly there was a sound of movement outside the window.

The sound was not loud, but since she practiced martial arts, her hearing has become much more sensitive than before.

Song Dingding woke up with a start, his arms resting on the edge of the mahogany tub, he jumped out of the tub with a vigorous posture, tore off the clean robe that was placed on the twelve screens, and draped it over his body.

She hid behind the screen and looked out the window through the gap between the screens.

After a slight rustling sound, a slender hand clings to the window pane, and after a while, the man carefully exposed half of his head.

With just those eyes, she recognized who it was.

The corners of Song Dingding's mouth twitched slightly, and she watched Song Zhizhi use her hands and feet to climb up to the window lattice in a speechless manner, and then she crept everywhere to find a place to hide.

She remembered that in the evening, Song Zhizhi said that she stinks even if she didn't take a bath, and suddenly realized that she didn't stink, and Song Zhizhi said that on purpose.

Seeing Song Zhizhi's thief-like appearance, I'm afraid she didn't plan it out. She wanted to hide in a hidden place while she was eating, wait for her to take a bath with dinner, and then hide in the dark to peek at her.

It's just that Song Dingding didn't understand why Song Zhizhi peeked at her bathing. Could it be that she accidentally revealed some flaws that made Song Zhizhi suspect her?

Thinking of this, Song Dingding couldn't help feeling a little fortunate.

Fortunately, she didn't have a meal and then take a shower. Otherwise, the room was so big, and the bathing place was separated from the interior. Maybe Song Zhizhi would succeed.

Taking advantage of Song Zhizhi's efforts to hide everywhere, Song Dingding invoked the [beauty shaping] skill in the system, and buried his head in accordance with the man's chest, creating a flat and broad chest for himself one by one.

When she was almost finished, she took out the bronze mirror in the storage ring again, facing the mirror, and slightly adjusted her facial features according to her modern appearance.

After confirming that Song Zhizhi could be fooled, he pretended to walk over and walked on the spot for more than ten times, making the sound of footsteps from far to near.

Song Dingding found Song Zhizhi's hiding place through the gap between the screens, walked out of the screen slowly, and unhurriedly unbuttoned his clothes.

She deliberately found an angle that just made Song Zhizhi face the moonlight and see her every move clearly.

When the clothes were scattered, she turned around and stepped into the bathtub wearing white salacious pants.

Song Zhizhi, who was hiding behind a tall blue-and-white plum vase, watched the movements of the person in front of her without blinking. She was slightly relieved when she clearly saw what she was thinking of.

A Ding has a flat chest and is a real man, that is to say, everything the elder said in the dream is false.

Perhaps it was because she always thought of the three mines of the Great Elder these days, and she dreamed of the dead Great Elder after thinking about it day and night.

Song Zhizhi got the truth she wanted, so she stopped looking at the people who were bathing in the tub—men were all troubles, and they would only affect the speed at which she accumulated money.

About a moment later, Song Dingding pinched the time, stood up, wrapped a satin bath towel, and left the bathroom.

She was wearing soaked trousers and hid behind the screen. It wasn't until Song Zhizhi left that she changed into clean clothes, walked to the window, and looked down the window.

There is a large lake below the guest building, and there are thorns and cacti near the corner of the wall. Song Zhizhi is quite capable.

Linhu was cool, and a gust of cold wind blew over, causing Song Dingding to sneeze.

She rubbed her nose, closed the window, and walked back to the inner bed groggy.

After being tossed by Song Zhizhi for a long time, and after soaking in the cold tub for a long time, Song Dingding had no appetite to eat. After restoring his chest, he lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

This night, I don't know if it was because of the contract of the Immortal Mansion, she slept a lot more at ease than the previous days, and she never dreamed of the Great Elder chasing her.

The next morning, Song Dingding was awakened by the noise outside the room. She wrapped herself in a muslin cloth, put on her clothes, and opened the door to stick out half of her head.

Gu Chaoyu, who was dressed in a flamboyant red dress, pulled Simmons' hair and dragged her out of the guest room. Simmons didn't resist at all, but just cried silently.

The wide stairwell was surrounded by people, all of them folded their arms and leaned against the wall, with sneer in their eyes, and looked at the jokes one after another.

Lu Qingchen chased out of the guest room, but looking at Gu Chaoyu, who was blushing with anger, he didn't dare to go forward, he could only stop in the distance, and lowered his head without saying a word.

Gu Chaoyu raised her hand and slapped Simmons, but the numb pain in her palm could not relieve her. She rushed into the crowd watching the joke with a blank face, pulled out the other's long sword, and aimed it at Simmons' neck.

This time, she was so shocked that Song Dingding's sleepy worm ran cleanly. She hurried forward and stopped Gu Chaoyu: "Miss Gu, what happened?"

I heard that the sect rules of the spray sect are very strict, and everything else is easy to discuss, but only the same sect is not allowed to kill each other. If anyone commits a crime, they will have to abolish their cultivation and cut off their limbs and expel them from the sect. Door.

The people who stood up with her to stop Gu Chaoyu, as well as Lu Qingchen, took the sword from Gu Chaoyu's hand: "Chao'er, there is nothing between me and Junior Sister Xi, don't make trouble."

The whites of Gu Chaoyu's eyes were reddish, and with all his strength, he slapped Lu Qingchen with his backhand: "Last night, you said to appease your fellow brothers and sisters, but you didn't go back to your room until midnight. I found a hickey on your neck this morning... "

She seemed to be out of breath, choked on saliva in her throat, and coughed for a while: "Tell me, whose hickey is on your neck?"

"Apart from Simmons, who else is chasing after you shamelessly? You say, you say—" Gu Chaoyu roared hysterically.

Lu Qingchen fell silent, the handprints on his face flushed slightly.

And his silence, like the most powerful evidence, was cut open in front of her bloody.

The sobbing Simmons covered her face and cried bitterly: "Senior sister, don't blame senior brother, it's all my fault... I was drunk last night and couldn't help kissing senior brother, but we really didn't do anything! "

"Senior sister, even if you don't believe me, you should believe your brother's words. We are innocent..."

Hearing what Simmons said, Song Dingding almost suffocated.

- She was drunk and kissed Lu Qingchen with a hickey on her neck, but they didn't do anything, they were innocent.

This method is more than green tea. Just planting strawberries on Lu Qingchen's neck at Simmons, Song Dingding does not believe that Simmons is drunk.

To steal happiness, you must have the self-consciousness of stealing happiness. Simmons is clearly a means of Xiaosan's demonstration of his wife. Otherwise, she will leave evidence on Lu Qingchen if her brain is flooded.

Next, what is the bridge?

Lu Qingchen knelt down and begged for forgiveness, Simmons tried to kill himself and proved his innocence.

Song Dingding didn't want to watch the old-fashioned trick at all.

She pulled Gu Chaoyu behind her, called Lu Cha to comfort her, and asked Simmons, "There was no wine in the meal brought by the maid last night. What kind of wine did you drink?"

Simmons was startled by the question, and seeing the curious gazes from everyone, she quickly took out a bottle of red wine from her storage ring: "This is the wine that Duke Wilton sent when he left the Rose Manor that day. I don’t usually drink much, but a little junior brother died by the river yesterday, and I was so depressed that I couldn’t help drinking some wine.”

Song Dingding took the red wine and glanced at it.

The red wine has indeed been unsealed, but only one or two mouthfuls are missing. This amount of wine is not enough to fill the gap between the teeth. Can Simmons be drunk enough to go with Lu Qingchen?

"You drank three glasses of red wine at the dinner table without changing your face. Last night, after two or three sips, you were so drunk that you lost consciousness?" She squinted at Simmons and laughed sarcastically: "I'm afraid it's because the wine is not intoxicating, but people are intoxicated? "

Simmons opened her mouth and wanted to refute, but she didn't know where to start. She just took a sip, how could she really drink herself to death.

Besides, how could she know that Song Dingding was still paying attention to how much wine she drank at the dinner table. She had known that Song Dingding would stand up and meddle in her own business, so she said that she had finished drinking.

Simmons's face changed again and again. She saw that everyone looked at her with more and more contempt, and she panicked and gritted her teeth: "I know that no matter what I say now, you will not believe it. It's all my fault, but I and Lu Senior Brother will not believe it. There is innocence!"

After saying that, she went straight to the pillar in the stairwell.

Song Dingding's eyes were quick, and she grabbed Simmons' hair. She rushed forward too hard, and her scalp was pulled red and numb. She didn't hit the red lacquer pillar, but a small amount of hair was pulled out.

She hugged her head with a twisted face, and rolled on the ground with bared teeth.

"Don't rush to die, I haven't finished yet." Song Dingding turned his head to look at Lu Qingchen who said nothing: "Miss Xi is drunk, what about you?"

"You're not drunk, but as soon as you see a woman, you're so weak that you don't even have the strength to push her away, so you can only half push her away?"

Lu Qingchen didn't respond to her, just lowered his head in Gu Chaoyu's direction, and knelt down slowly: "It's all my fault. You can blame me or hit me, I'll admit it."

Although the Taoist couples in the Xiuxian world are all monogamous, even if Lu Qingchen did something wrong, he has already kneeled down for this matter, which is not easy.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their backs, lowered their voices and whispered: "Gu Chaoyu is making a big fuss?"

"Lu Qingchen went to visit and appease his fellow disciple only to fulfill his responsibilities as the chief disciple. He didn't know that Simmons would get drunk, so it's not his fault."

"It was just a kiss, and nothing happened. You see she pushed Simmons to the point of suicide. Women's jealousy is terrible..."

Song Dingding took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, searched for a while in the crowd, and then set his eyes on several disciples of the spray sect: "Master Lu said he went to appease your emotions last night. Did you see him last night?"

Several people looked at each other in dismay, what they wanted to say, but it was hard to say. After all, Lu Qingchen was the chief disciple of the spray sect, and the family background was something they could not reach in their eight lives.

What if they said something wrong and offended Lu Qingchen?

After hesitation, someone nodded lightly: "I have seen Senior Brother Lu, that is..."

Song Dingding interrupted him directly and looked at the other people: "It seems that you have all met Master Lu?"

One person started, and the others naturally nodded. She nodded slightly and said, "If that's the case, when did you all see Young Master Lu, why don't you talk about the time together?"

The disciples of the spray sect were all stunned.

Obviously, the matter was deduced by Song Dingding, and it was already very clear.

Afraid that it wasn't Simmons who sent a letter to Lu Qingchen in the middle of the night, Lu Qingchen found an excuse to visit and appease the other disciples and went to Simmons' room.

Seeing what Simmons looked like, he probably wasn't drunk, but in the name of being drunk, he dared to kiss Lu Qingchen.

As for whether or not anything else happened between them, it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

The important thing is that the moment Lu Qingchen went to Simmons' room in the middle of the night, he knew what would happen next.

The male disciples who had just defended Lu Qingchen all silently at the moment, and Bai Qi, who came from Shi Shi, sneered: "If something is dirty, throw it away and replace it with a clean one. It's such a simple truth, why don't you think about it? clear?"

"You look up at the vast forest outside the window. The three-legged man is hard to find. Isn't that three-legged man running everywhere?"

This was said to Gu Chaoyu. She was silent, her tensed body suddenly loosened, and she turned around and walked downstairs.

Song Dingding and Lu Cha chased up, and when they reached the second stairwell, Lu Cha took her arm, for fear that she would do something stupid: "Sister Gu, you are so bored, I will walk with you."

Gu Chaoyu looked tired and shook his head: "I want to be quiet by myself."

Lu Cha looked worried, and hesitantly released his hand.

Song Dingding looked at her and said, "The eagle soaring in the air shouldn't be locked in a gold wire cage."

All the courtesy that Gu Chaoyu has in the spray Zizong now is because of Lu Qingchen. He has a strong background and a wealthy family.

All kinds of rare and top-quality medicinal pills in the Xiuxian world come from the Lu family, and even the heads of the major sects in the Xiuxian world must be in awe of his family.

Over the years, Gu Chaoyu's cultivation has grown by leaps and bounds. Apart from his own strength, a large part of the reason is the rare medicinal pills that Lu Qingchen provided her.

Simmons rushed to stick it on Lu Qingchen's body, because he saw Lu Qingchen's family background. Looking at the three continents and Jiuzhou, there were not many monks with good looks and good conditions like Lu Qingchen.

Song Dingding felt that if it wasn't for his family background, Lu Qingchen would not have jumped on Gu Chaoyu's bottom line again and again.

Under her gaze, Gu Chaoyu shook his head with a wry smile, his face was gloomy, like a blank sheet of paper: "I'm pregnant."

Song Dingding was stunned for a moment: "Then does he know?"

"He knows." Gu Chaoyu put his palm on his belly, and said with a low voice, "I reconciled with him last time because of this child."

"A Ding, you don't have to worry about me, I won't seek death. I just... want to be alone for a while."

After that, she rubbed her red eyes, smiled at the two of them, reluctantly reached out to hold the handrail of the stairs, and walked downstairs step by step.

Song Dingding watched the red shadow drift away, his throat was slightly bitter, and his heart couldn't stop pantothenic acid.

So Lu Qingchen knew that Gu Chaoyu was pregnant, and went to Simmons at midnight to have an affair.

So Lu Qingchen was so sure that Gu Chaoyu would forgive him because she was pregnant, and he knew that she would not leave him even for the sake of the child.

Could it be that the relationship of nearly eight years is not comparable to a moment of joy, a moment of freshness and indulgence?

If two young people who are deeply in love will eventually come to the point where they hate each other, what is the so-called love?

Is it just the secretion of dopamine, or an increase in hormones?

The warm palm gently held her hand, she turned her head unresponsively, and looked at Pei Ming who was standing behind her.

Song Dingding looked at him in confusion: "Miss Pei... What is love?"

Pei Ming said: "Love is to use, to hurt, to obtain and possess by unscrupulous means."

Her pupils shrank, and her expression seemed shocked.

Pei Ming squeezed the soft flesh in her palm twice, and chuckled softly, "I'm joking."

"I don't know what love is, but it won't be like this." He was slightly serious, with a light smile on his lips: "You have to believe in love, everyone can wait for it."

Li Hua, who passed by behind Pei Ming, couldn't help but snorted.

Dude, did he hear it right?

A living dead who didn't even have a heartbeat and lived in lies and deceit since birth, is actually teaching A Ding what love is?

The corners of his sarcastic mouth raised, and then he returned to calm again under the cold eyes of Pei Mingsweep.

Li Hua lost the smile on his face, and nodded without looking sideways: "I think Miss Pei is right, everyone can wait for love, and I will always believe in this!"

Standing on the stairs behind Li Hua, Ma Yun couldn't help interrupting, "Let's go, we have to meet the owner today."

After Ma Yun's reminder, Song Dingding finally remembered the business. She sniffed and walked down the stairs quickly.

The guest building they lived in was called Shui Lianxie. They could not see clearly at night, but during the day they could enjoy the wonderful scenery around them.

The water lotus pavilion is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the forest is lush, the dark green lake reflects the mountains in the distance, the plump and bright red fish swim under the white water lilies, and the frogs roar from time to time under the green lotus leaves.

Seeing the housekeeper come out to greet him, Song Dingding raised his hand and folded a branch, as if it were a hairpin.

Li Hua stepped forward, just as he was about to say something, when he looked up, he saw her pale face. He tilted his head, thinking that he was blind, but he looked at it carefully, but it was still as white as jade.

"A Ding, why did your face turn white?" He straightened Song Dingding's head and looked left and right: "It's really strange, it was dark yesterday."

Li Hua's voice was not too loud, but it attracted the attention of many people. In the guest building just now, everyone only looked at Lu Qingchen and Gu Chaoyu making jokes, and no one looked at Song Dingding's face.

At this moment, Li Huayi said that everyone noticed that the skin on Song Dingding's face was white and tender, like a tender egg that had been peeled off its shell.

Under the puzzled gaze of everyone, Song Dingding's ears buzzed for a while, and his mind went blank.

She felt that Li Hua was looking at her and Ma Yun was looking at her. The most terrifying thing was the calm gaze.

- Pei Ming is also looking at her.

Because of Song Zhizhi's sudden test last night, she didn't have time to dress up after bathing, so she fine-tuned her facial features according to the modern appearance.

If it was said that the first time she fine-tuned her facial features, she had a three-point look like modern times, but now she has eight or nine points of resemblance.

They may not recognize that she is the dead Song Dingding, but how should she explain the sudden whitening of the dark skin?

Song Dingding's voice trembled: "I, I..."

"A Ding, have you smeared powder on your face today?" Pei Ming raised his hand and knocked off the palms on both sides of her cheek, leaned in and sniffed twice: "It's still smelling of powder."

Li Hua covered the palm of his hand that was slapped in pain, without raising his head, he responded: "It turns out that she has been smeared with grease, and A Ding's dress is more delicate and beautiful than a girl."

He originally only echoed Pei Ming's words, but when Song Dingding heard this, he turned to look at him: "Really?"

There was a ginkgo tree in her eyes, and the light brown pupils shone with shreds of light, clean and dazzling.

Li Hua choked on his chest, and somehow remembered Li Zhi's clear eyes again, he stared at her for a long time, and nodded subconsciously.

He heard a voice in his heart answer, it was really beautiful.

When Song Dingding got the answer, he pursed his lips shyly and smiled.

Her current appearance is similar to the modern face. She is single from the mother and child, and has never had a boyfriend in five years of college, and no boy has ever approached her.

Although she said that she didn't care, she was inevitably a little inferior and unconfident in her heart. She always felt that she was not good-looking and not good enough, so no one liked her.

Song Dingding said with satisfaction, "Let's go."

The housekeeper walked in front to lead the way, and after exiting the water lotus pavilion, everyone saw many servants working in the villa.

The strange thing is that most of them have children of different ages around their necks. Those children look like they are in their teens, lying on the heads of the servants, holding a long blood-red tube in their hands.

Ma Yun couldn't help but wonder: "Are these children their children?"

The housekeeper smiled elegantly: "Of course, children are the most clingy when they are young, and they cannot lack the company of their parents at this time."

Ma Yun nodded: "What is the long pipe in their hands? Why do children have one in each hand?"

"That's the feeding tube for the children." The butler answered patiently and patiently. He approached a male servant and separated the child from the male servant by a certain distance: "The child has no ability to work, and can only feed on the blood of the father until the child is fed. Grow up and get married and have new children."

I saw the child who was picked up by the housekeeper, holding the long blood-red tube tightly in his hand. The **** tube went straight to the back of the servant's neck, like a spine pulled out of his body.

The children's rosy mouths kept sucking fresh blood, their heads were huge, their arms and legs were chubby like lotus roots, but they weren't cute at all, they just made people feel terrifying.

Song Dingding pursed his lips, and the expression on his face was indescribable.

According to the housekeeper, these giant babies will continue to **** the blood of their fathers until the giant babies grow up and give birth to new offspring, and then they also become fathers and are sucked by their own offspring.

They go back and forth like this, and continue from generation to generation.

Song Dingding couldn't help but ask the question that he was more concerned about: "Can the child's father be able to bear the blood sucking like this?"

The housekeeper smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, their lifespan is only a few decades anyway. When the children grow up, they should almost die."

"Everyone comes here like this, but it's just to follow nature, and guests don't have to worry too much about them."

Hearing this, her mood became more complicated for a while.

So most of the time they live, are they desperately taking and desperately giving?

Then why can't children work and eat by themselves, why don't fathers refuse to be sucked blood, why do they have to live so tired?

Song Dingding couldn't figure it out, but as a foreigner, she didn't have much to say, the only thing she could do was sigh.

They continued onward until the butler stopped and made a gesture of invitation: "Dear guests, before meeting the owner and madam, we need you to take a bath and change into the clothes of our villa."

"Because the baths are open-air baths and there are no compartments, there are separate men's and women's baths, and guests are asked to choose by themselves."

As soon as the housekeeper's voice fell, two lines of sight fell on Song Dingding at the same time.

One is Pei Ming, and the other is Yuwei Daojun.