MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 50 fifty tripods

◎His seven emotions and six desires◎

The frogs under the lotus leaves on the lake stopped, and the cicadas on the tree trunks stopped, and the breathing sound was so clear in the dark night.

Song Dingding looked at his face that was less than an inch away from him, and could vaguely smell the faint fragrance of lotus. He didn't know if it was the light fragrance of water lotuses at the bottom of the lake, or the cold brew on Pei Ming's body.

She subconsciously wanted to step back, but behind her was the railing of the stone arch bridge. There was no way to retreat, so she could only meet his gaze.

There was no trace of emotional ups and downs in his slightly drooping black eyes, like lake water that had been silent for a long time.

There is a little cinnabar red below the end of the eye, which seems to be a Buddha who is compassionate and compassionate to all living beings.

She suddenly remembered what Wu Zang Daojun said.

God has no mercy on all beings.

If God is not merciful, is it because sentient beings are not worthy, or is it because God has no emotions and does not understand human emotions?

It wasn't until Song Dingding saw the moonlight again and noticed that the shadow in front of him had moved away, he suddenly came back to his senses and called out, "Pei, Miss Pei...?"

There was doubt in her voice, as if she was trying to get some explanation, but Pei Ming pursed her lips slightly, kept silent, left her lonely figure, and walked quickly into the bamboo forest.

Song Dingding was at a loss, wondering if he said something wrong, which annoyed Pei Ming.

She hurried to catch up and followed behind him, the moonlight stretched the silhouettes of the two of them very long, and the shadows reflected on the ground slanted together, looking a bit charming and ambiguous.

Stepping on the scattered bamboo leaves under their feet, they made a faint sound, neither of the two said a word, and walked forward with their heads lowered.

The further you go deeper into the bamboo forest, the darker it becomes, the paler moonlight hits the tall and straight bamboos, like a place where murderers and corpses are buried in horror movies.

This place is far away from the hustle and bustle of cicadas and frogs.

She couldn't help holding her breath, and she could even hear her own clear and powerful heartbeat in her ears, thump, thump—

The wind blew through the bamboo leaves, and there was a sudden cry from somewhere, like a cat meowing, but also like a child's cry, so shocked that Song Dingding couldn't bear it any longer, he raised his hand and grabbed Pei Ming's sleeve.

Pei Ming's footsteps paused slightly, and she looked down at the sleeves that were wrinkled by her fingers. Her slender fingers were taut, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

He had no doubt that if something scary appeared in front of her eyes in the next instant, she would jump up to a height of 30 feet just like she was bitten by a snake at the Rose Manor last time.

Bai Qi, who was walking at the forefront, didn't know what to say, and Lu Cha let out an unexpected exclamation, and was immediately blocked by Li Hua's expertise.

Song Dingding was about to look up when his eyes suddenly became dark. Everything that happened in the bamboo forest in the distance was blocked by his back.

"A Ding, close your eyes."

Pei Ming's wrists turned slightly, and he held her tightly clasped sleeve with his backhand. His voice was different from the clear, hoarse voice in the past, with a hint of hoarseness.

She seemed to have noticed something, and her heart skipped a beat: "Miss Pei, is there a dead person there?"

Even at night, there are still a lot of ice cubes stored in the bamboo forest. During the day, people feel that they can escape the heat and cool down. At this time, they feel the cold air emanating from the ice cubes.

The smell of the hot pot didn't seem to dissipate yet.

Pei Ming looked into the distance, and there were baby corpses hanging in the bamboo forest everywhere, as if they were drying bacon. In the posture of a baby in a mother's womb, they were inserted upside down on the towering bamboo.

The pale moonlight shone on the small corpse, and you could vaguely hear the sound of sticky blood dripping down the bamboo.

—Tick, tick.

It turned out that those ice cubes were not used to cool off the heat, but to cool the corpse and cover up the smell of the corpse.

"Don't look at it." Pei Ming didn't answer her question, his fingers with clear knuckles turned slightly, tapped between her fingers, and pressed against her palm: "I'll take you there."

This seemed to acquiesce to what she asked. Song Dingding looked a little uneasy, and her clasped fingers calmed her down again. She let out a sigh of relief and slowly closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and the world after closing her eyes was surrounded by endless darkness.

He walked beside her, quietly acting as her crutch. He was as silent as just before, but she felt miraculously no longer fearful.

Pei Ming took her through the bamboo forest to the bamboo garden where his wife lived. He paused and looked at the place where his palms meet.

The temperature of the blood, hot and scorching, through the white skin, quietly flowing in the lilac slender blood vessels.

What he lost was the heart, and not only the heart.

What Pei Yuan carries on his body are his emotions, desires, joys and sorrows, anger and madness, and more and more things.

Pei Ming hadn't felt the body temperature of a living person for a long time. He greedily patted her hand and absorbed the temperature of her palm.

Just as Li Hua said, the fingers are connected to the heart, and the dead stone heart in his chest seems to have also felt this short-lived tenderness.

As the fence gate outside the bamboo garden was gently pushed open, Song Dingding realized that he had arrived at the place where his wife lived. As soon as she opened her eyes, Pei Ming released her hand without a trace.

She didn't seem to notice this, looked up at the empty courtyard, and whispered: "There may be traps, everyone be careful."

Bai Qi nodded in agreement and said, "A Ding is right. The owner of the village values ​​his wife so much, and now that she is about to give birth, how could there be no one around to take care of her."

After that, she picked up a stone and threw it towards the courtyard.

The subtle sound seemed to disturb the people in the hut. There was no movement in the empty yard, but there was the sound of humming and struggling.

Bai Qi raised her eyebrows: "Is the house Miss Gu?"

Song Dingding shook his head: "It's not like her."

Hearing the sound coming from the house, Lu Cha couldn't hold it any longer: "I'll go check it out first. If there's an ambush trap, I'll shout loudly as a signal to escape."

Song Dingding was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something when he heard Daojun Yuwei agree, "That's fine."

She frowned, looking at Yuwei Daojun's back, she couldn't help but silently raised her **** at him.

fair enough? What good?

Anyway, Lu Cha is a person in the secret realm, so it doesn't matter if he dies?

Yuwei Daojun really knows how to calculate.

Bai Qi looked at her gesture of raising her middle finger, leaned down and asked, "A Ding, what do you mean by this gesture?"

She deliberately lowered her voice, but it was too quiet outside the Zhuyuan, and Daojun Yuwei had an excellent ear, so he naturally heard Bai Qi's voice, and turned his head to look at Song Dingding.

He was caught off guard when he turned around. Before Song Dingding could retract his middle finger, Daojun Yuwei just looked straight at him.

The corners of her mouth twitched: "This, this is..."

"I'm praising Yuwei Daojun. The **** is the longest finger among the five fingers, which means very smart and powerful." She said nonsense without changing her face.

Yuwei Daojun glanced at her, his lips were slightly raised, and he quickly pressed them down.

The last time she scolded him in the room was still vivid in her mind. She didn't expect that she would change her opinion of him in such a short time.

Xu is because of the high hat that Song Dingding put on, Daojun Yuwei rarely changed his mind: "Go ahead and investigate. If there is any change, after calling for help, we will go in and save you."

Lu Cha nodded, and without waiting for her to speak, he couldn't wait to walk into the bamboo garden and walked straight to the hut.

There was a faint sound in the room, and there was no fighting or screaming as he had imagined. After a while, Lu Cha opened the door and walked out with a woman tied like a zongzi: "Lady, Is this person the wife of Qingping Villa?"

At noon today, he accompanied Song Dingding to meet his wife in the bamboo forest, but this woman with messy hair and a shabby body was obviously very different from the dignified and elegant lady in the daytime.

Facing the pale moonlight, Song Dingding recognized it for a while before confirming that the woman was his wife.

Madam's eyes were full of tears, she saw Daojun Yuwei, her pupils tightened slightly, struggling to pounce forward, babbling screams between her satin-blocked teeth.

Song Dingding walked over and just took away the satin from Madam's mouth, when she heard her hoarse voice: "Master, Master... I'm Xiao Ding, please help me!"

The woman lying on the ground was covered in tears, her voice was shrill, and she pulled out her messy hair, revealing a familiar expression on her eyebrows.

Daojun Yuwei frowned, looked at her absently, and whispered softly, "Xiao Ding?"

How could she be Xiaoding?

When he saw her for the first time, he did feel a little dazed, and regarded her as Xiaoding.

But he clearly saw Xiao Ding die after taking the poison, and he saw her bones being cremated with his own eyes. Afterwards, Xiaofen, the maid next to her, picked up the ashes and handed them over to the disciples of Tianmen Sect to send them to her hometown for burial.

Even if this matter is left aside, she clearly looks like she doesn't know him during the day, and she still talks freely about the process of acquaintance and love with the villa owner.

There is no other similarity between her and Xiao Ding, except for the exact same face.

Could it be that this person is a demon who was transformed into a secret realm, and now he is just trying to confuse them, so he said that he was Xiaoding to lure them into the bait?

The woman on the ground seemed to see his concerns. She sobbed, shook her head vigorously, and explained to herself, "I became like this because of the Chaos Lock..."

She glanced at Daojun Yuwei, and then fell on Pei Ming, who was not far behind him, and gritted her teeth: "Six months ago, I hid the Chaos Lock and framed my junior sister to have an affair with Moyu. Not long ago, I did not Shen opened the Chaos Lock, and when he woke up again, he was already there."

"I am controlled by the village owner during the day, and the puppet usually becomes his wife. Only at night will I regain my consciousness."

"The pregnancy is fake. I'm not pregnant at all. The people who used my mouth to tell the past are the owner of the village, not me!"

She struggled to get up, twisted her body like a bug, and crawled slowly and hard in the direction of Pei Ming: "Junior sister, I know I'm wrong, please forgive me, please..."

Pei Ming stood outside the bamboo garden, half of his silhouette was hidden in the darkness, and his trembling eyelashes lowered, covering the look in the bottom of his eyes, making it impossible to distinguish his emotions at the moment.

The wind rustled and the bamboo leaves rattled.

After an unknown amount of time, he raised his eyes slowly and gently, and his eyes fell on Song Dingding.

"Are you Song Dingding? The Song Dingding who framed me with the Chaos Lock and branded my face?"

This sentence was asking the woman on the ground, but when he spoke, he was looking at Song Dingding in the distance.