MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 55 fifty-five tripods

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Song Dingding is actually a bit of an introvert, but after reading the book, she felt that her face became thicker and thicker.

She even felt that when she returned to the modern age, she could consider switching to Hengdian as a group performer.

The young man beside her was wearing a crow black silk robe, and the sleeves that drooped down softly had a cold silky feel.

Seeing the girl doll seemed to be frightened, he stretched out his hand to cover her little hand that was tightly tugging at the cuff, and his fair and slender fingers gently held her, and squeezed her palm twice as if to soothe her.

"Mother."

He nodded in a salute, calling out neither light nor heavy.

Song Dingding shivered twice symbolically, as if he was frightened, but there was no expression on his small face.

The gorgeously-dressed woman came hurriedly, and she seemed to have lost her demeanor: "Who is she?"

If it wasn't for the boy who had just called out "mother", Song Dingding would have even thought that the woman was the wife who came to catch her cheating husband when he saw the woman's questioning and annoyed expression.

Perhaps because she was too excited, her skirt brought the long mirror leaning against the red lacquer pillar down, only to hear a crisp sound of 'crashing', and the mirror surface fell to pieces on the ground.

The teenager rarely sees his mother so gaffe, he frowned: "Mother, this is my friend."

His slightly serious tone made the Dragon Princess realize that her reaction was too intense. She calmed down and asked Cuizhu to clean up the broken lenses under her feet first.

She stood there and looked at Song Dingding for a while, with a gentle smile on her face again: "Little girl, what's your name? Where do you live? How come you came to this island?"

She asked several questions in one go, but Song Dingding didn't want to answer a single one, so he just kept silent as when he came.

Seeing her standing behind the boy, showing half of her eyes and shrinking like a quail, the princess seemed to be relieved: "Poor little girl, it turns out to be a mute."

Song Dingding: "..."

As expected of the mother and son, even the words they said were so similar.

She didn't say that she was not dumb like she did to the teenager, and the teenager was obviously not going to say anything more to the princess.

In short, Cuizhu heard her talk and knew that she was not dumb, so she would definitely explain the matter to the princess later.

Now the friend he just met is about to be terrified. He has to calm her down and wait until tomorrow to apologize to his mother.

The princess knew that no matter how much she asked, she didn't want to lose her demeanor in front of the boy, so she casually politely asked Cuizhu to arrange the meal, and left his dormitory.

As soon as she walked out of the boy's yard, she immediately asked the fairy beside her to go to the heaven to send a message. No matter whether the girl is dumb or not, this matter is no trivial matter. She must ask her husband to come back and properly handle this matter.

When the princess and Cuizhu both left the dormitory, Song Dingding's highly tense nerves suddenly loosened. She let go of the boy's hand and looked at the broken glass pieces that had been cleaned up, feeling a little regretful in her heart.

She also wanted to try to see if she could go back through the long mirror, but unfortunately his mother was so reckless that she smashed the good mirror without even looking at the road.

Speaking of which, Song Dingding felt that his mother and the maids around him were strange, the boy was just making a new friend. Moreover, she looks small now, and she has no lethal power. Even if she is afraid that he will be hurt, it is a bit of a fuss.

Seeing her staring at the position where the long mirror was originally placed, the young man stepped forward and rubbed the top of her head, and said with some guilt, "My mother doesn't usually do this."

Song Dingding didn't know how to describe the young man in front of him.

She couldn't imagine that the person in front of her was Wu Zang Daojun of the Immortal Mansion who had wiped out the entire family of the original owner.

He is gentle and careful, with a clear youthful breath all over his body, as clean as a piece of white paper that has never been touched, or the blue sky reflected in the lake after the spring rain.

How could such an upright and warm young man become a villain without mercy when he grows up?

Song Dingding was thinking about it, but when he looked up, he saw a small piece of broken glass that had not been taken away by the green bamboo, splashed under the corner of the table.

She walked over slowly, picked it up, and after seeing the face reflected in the broken glass, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her lips were slightly unable to close.

- This is the face of the original owner.

Although he looks immature, his eyebrows and eyes are seven or eight similar to the original owner who grew up.

Didn't the owner say that the swallowing dragon ball in Qingping Villa will make people fall into the most painful and desperate memories?

Is the place where she is at this moment, the illusion in the memory, or the real time and scene?

Song Dingding was a little stunned.

Her fingertips tightened unconsciously, her thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken glass were scratched by the edges and corners, and blood quickly oozes out.

The pain brought her back to her senses, looking at a **** cut on the side of her index finger, she gasped with a 'hiss'.

The boy took the glass piece from her hand, and seeing that she was seriously injured, he hurriedly went to the house to find something to bandage the wound. After using Shi ash powder to stop and disinfect her bleeding, he applied another layer of gold sore medicine.

She sat on the round stool with her legs hanging on the ground, while the boy squatted on one knee in front of her, bandaging her with familiar movements.

Seeing his eyes drooping slightly, revealing his white and slender neck, Song Dingding couldn't help but said, "You don't look good in black clothes."

The boy was stunned for a moment: "Is it ugly?"

He added: "I often have to practice martial arts. Black is more resistant to dirt, and I don't have to change it for a whole day."

Song Dingding was taken aback by this simple and unpretentious reason. His mother looked gorgeously dressed and her jewelry was exquisite. No matter how she looked, she was a noble lady in everyone's mansion. How could he, the eldest young master, still need to worry about changing clothes?

Not to mention the noble houses, the clothing of the major sects in the Xiu Xian world often likes to use white fabrics, and no one will consider the issue of whether the clothes are dirty or not.

She thought about it for a long time and replied, "It's not ugly either. I think you're young, it's more suitable for you to wear brighter colors. For example..."

She wanted to give an example, but suddenly the clothes of Pei Ming and Wu Zang Daojun flashed in her mind: "For example, thin persimmon and honey are in the same color."

The young man nodded, not knowing if he heard it, his fingertips lightly tied a knot at the end of the gauze.

Cuizhu and Duan Nu brought their meals into the bedroom. Silver charcoal was burning in the room, and a few night pearls were placed in the room, which illuminated the room as bright as day.

Song Dingding was surprised to find that the young man needed to eat just like her. She thought that Daojun Wu Zang was as powerful as Daojun Yuwei, who had been practicing inedia since childhood.

As soon as Cuizhu left, she asked, "Big brother, haven't you been fasting yet?"

The young man gave her a meal, and his expression seemed puzzled: "What does bigu mean?"

"You don't know what bigu is?" Song Dingding was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "The foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying... These immortal cultivation things, you always know?"

The young man shook his head.

She narrowed her eyes, finally realizing what was wrong with his mother and Cuizhu.

This place is divided into three continents, nine continents, all three continents are where mortals live, and the remaining nine continents are where the world of immortals and demons are located. Even ordinary mortals living in the three continents probably know something about the world of immortality. thing.

The teenager looks like a teenager, how can he know nothing about the world of immortality, and it seems that he has never even heard of it?

Even if he lives away from the world and doesn't know this, what about his mother and father? Have you never told him about this?

This gave Song Dingding the feeling that his mother did this on purpose and did not want him to practice, so she simply concealed everything about the world of immortal cultivation.

She remembered that when his mother found out that he had made friends, her first reaction was to rush over to question him. It didn't seem like she was protecting him, fearing that he would be hurt, but more like she was worried that he would come into contact with people or things in the outside world.

She shook her head, throwing these strange thoughts out of her head.

Even so what?

What does this have to do with her?

If Daojun Wuzang did not cultivate, he would not become the mansion master of the Immortal Mansion that everyone feared in the future, and he would not have destroyed the entire family of the original master.

Perhaps, his mother expected him to become a bad person in the future, so she prevented him from contacting anything about cultivation.

What's more, this place should be just an illusion, and it's all things that have happened in memory. Even if she meddles with her own business, she can't help him. How things should develop will still be the same.

Song Dingding persuaded herself that she no longer struggled with this matter, and after accompany the teenager to finish the meal, she proposed that she wanted a mirror.

He neither agreed nor disagreed, but looked at the snow outside the window: "I'll look for it when it's dawn tomorrow."

She followed his line of sight and saw that it was already late, but the outside was lined with pure white and smooth snow, and the sky in the dark night was also very clear and clear.

Song Dingding asked, "Can you build a snowman?"

The young man nodded: "I have seen dumb slaves pile up."

The dumb slave is a deaf-mute person who does rough work in the yard. He has dark skin, a middle-aged appearance, and a thin and dry figure. When he brought them meals, he followed Cuizhu to the dormitory.

Compared to the uncomfortable look in Cuizhu's eyes, Dumb Slave is like a thin old man with a docile personality.

It was rare for Song Dingding to see snow once, so naturally she would not let go of this good opportunity. She dragged the boy to the yard, found a shovel outside the kitchen, and built a snowman clumsily.

However, her height was limited, and the shovel was a bit difficult for her to wield. After a few shovels, she handed the job to the teenager.

When the boy shoveled out a prototype of a ball, Song Dingding pushed the snowball forward, and the snowball got bigger and bigger, soaking the gauze wrapped around her index finger.

She had fun and didn't pay much attention to it, but the teenager saw her wet gauze, leaned down, raised his hand to stop her: "You are injured, I'll pile it up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Dingding squatted down, rubbed a palm-sized snowball with his palm, and threw it into his jacket.

The snowball fell against his skin, and he shuddered when he was frozen, and only when he heard her laughter echoing in the yard did he regain his senses.

The young man didn't seem to understand what she wanted to do. He raised his head slightly and saw that Song Dingding had already run far away. He bent down and picked up a bigger snowball: "Let's have a snowball fight!"

After that, the snowball flew in a graceful arc in the air, and then landed on his face with a snap.

The cold snowball hit his face and shattered to the ground in an instant. This time, he finally reacted. Following her example, he grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a snowball with the palm of his hand, and threw it at her.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, keeping fit, and even more so with horseback archery. It couldn't be easier to throw him at her.

But considering her young age, he was two inches taller, and the snowball could brush her hair and fly over, lest she catch the cold and catch the wind.

Song Dingding threw a snowball at him twice at first while he was absent, but never hit him again, but he hit her almost every time, causing her to escape in a dreadful way.

At the end of the run, she simply did not hide, she fell into the soft snow, spread her hands and feet in large letters, waved her arms back and forth, and swept out the shape of a butterfly's wings in the snow.

The young man followed her appearance, lying on the ground, his silky silver hair poured down, almost blending with the snow covered in silver, gentle and beautiful.

The never-before-seen laughter ran through the entire courtyard. Cuizhu and the dumb slave stood in the snow. Cuizhu was slightly absent-minded and whispered, "It's been a long time since I saw the young master so happy."

The dumb slave lowered his head, seemingly unaware of Cuizhu's expression, and built a miniature snowman on the ground by himself.

The two continued to play until late at night. Song Dingding inserted a red pepper nose and two black pebbled eyes for the snowman. The boy used a broom as the snowman's hands to build a big snowman together.

Since she passed through the book, her nerves have been tense all the time. After entering the secret realm, there are dangers everywhere. She doesn't know how long she hasn't relaxed like this.

Song Dingding breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he noticed the cold, there was a warm old lady in his hand.

The teenager led her back to the dormitory, and bandaged her wound again. In the silent room, he suddenly asked, "Are we friends now?"

She froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Of course, we are friends."

Although it was short-lived, it might just be a fantasy, but they had a good time just now, and that was enough.

The teenager asked casually, "Then can you tell me your name?"

She was silent for a while, and then replied, "Song Dingding."

After all, for some reason, she suddenly remembered that when she met Pei Ming as A Ding before, when Pei Ming heard her name, she asked with a half-smile - which Ding? The cauldron of the furnace?

Song Dingding quickly added another sentence: "It's a famous Dingding."

She should have lied to fool the past, but she felt that there was no need. Anyway, Song Dingding, who was outside the illusion, was already 'dead'.

The boy recited her name twice, the corners of his lips raised slightly, with a joy that could not be hidden: "My name is Pei..."

The gurgling sound was very abrupt in the quiet night. He paused and looked at her belly that made the noise.

Song Dingding felt a little embarrassed.

He used to think he was wearing someone else's skin, so it didn't matter what he did, but now he knew her name.

Knowing that she might as well make up a random name, she would not feel guilty for doing anything under this name.

She didn't eat much just now. On the one hand, she didn't have any appetite, and on the other hand, she was worried that the maid would do something in the meal.

After going out for a snowball fight for a long time, I feel a little hungry now.

The young man saw her bowing her head and walked to the study in the outer room. After hearing some noises, he walked back with two trays of sweet cakes.

"This is my snack after lunch. Before I finished eating it, I put it in the study." He washed his hands and rolled a piece of sweet cake to her mouth: "It's called cloud cake, try it."

Song Dingding looked at the delicate small plate with the milky white cloud cake, she swallowed, and felt unbearably sweet before she ate it.

Seeing the boy's kindness, she took his hand and took a bite of the cloud cake. The taste was soft and delicate, sweet and moist, but it had an endless aftertaste.

It's just that she doesn't like sweets, and after barely eating a piece of cloud cake, she quickly waved her hand and didn't want to continue eating.

He asked, "You don't like to eat cloud cakes?"

Song Dingding guessed that he must love sweets, or else he wouldn't leave the pastries that he didn't finish at noon in the study.

She said politely, "The cloud cake is delicious."

The young man understood what she didn't say. The cloud cake was delicious, but she didn't like it.

He had never made friends, Song Dingding was his first friend, he didn't know how to be friends with her, he just wanted to give her everything he liked.

His eyes dimmed for a moment, and when he saw the warm jade chessboard and tea set in the cabinet, he suddenly regained his spirit: "Do you like playing chess? Or drinking tea?"

"now?"

Whether it's playing chess or drinking tea, should they go to bed first in the middle of the night?

Song Dingding didn't dare to speak his heart out, but the boy still understood what she meant. He lowered his eyes and his long eyelashes trembled.

She hurriedly said: "Just a little thirsty, just drink some tea."

There was light in the boy's eyes again. He took the tea set, placed it on the table, and brewed tea with graceful and smooth movements.

In the midst of a cloud of smoke, he was teaching her the tea ceremony, while Song Dingding supported his chin, his eyes were slightly closed, like a chicken pecking at rice, he kept nodding his head.

She was not very sleepy at first, but when he preached, he looked like her high school math teacher. As long as he stood on the podium, he was like a walking hypnotic.

I don't know how long he waited, he finally made the tea, scooped out three cups of tea, and handed the first water to her in front of her: "This is the essence of tea, you can taste it carefully."

Song Dingding vigorously cheered up, cooperated with him, brought it over to the tip of his nose and sniffed, and then pretended to take a light sip.

The slightly bitter taste made her open her eyes, she swallowed, and put the teacup on the table.

It's hard to drink.

"How about it?"

Song Dingding knew that she should praise him with gorgeous words now, but she couldn't remember what to say for a while, and after a while, she slowly spit out four words: "It's really good tea!"

After that, she quickly changed the subject: "Big brother, I'm sleepy, let's rest."

The boy had never been out of the island, but under the guidance of his mother, he had read the book of sages and sages. He knew that there were differences between men and women, although the girl in front of him looked young.

He didn't hesitate: "Dingding, you sleep on the bed, I'll go to other rooms to rest."

Even though he had called her name just now, this time he called it with an imperceptible shyness.

Seeing that the boy was leaving, Song Dingding quickly grabbed him: "No, I want to sleep with you."

What a joke, just like his mother's strange appearance, what if she was picked up and killed in the middle of the night while he was away?

Although it was a slightly ambiguous sentence, the young man didn't think much about it when it came out of her mouth, he just thought she was afraid of the dark.

He took out a quilt from the closet and asked casually, "Dingding, are you leaving tomorrow?"

In fact, what he wants to ask more than this sentence is, can he still see her in the future.

Song Dingding answered truthfully, "I don't know, maybe."

If he can get out of here through the mirror, then when he gets her a long mirror tomorrow, she will naturally leave here.

There were still people waiting for her to save her. What's more, the owner of the village only gave her two hours. She didn't even know whether the time in the mirror was equal to the time in the outside world.

If one night has passed here, and one night has passed in the secret realm, then they have not completed the task of the owner of the villa, and I don't know how many crimes they have to suffer before they can leave Qingping Villa.

The boy seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He knelt on one knee and spread the quilt on the bed: "Don't be afraid, I'm right next to you."

Song Dingding didn't expect to sleep in the same bed with him. She climbed onto the bed, got into the quilt, rolled around, and vaguely smelled the faint fragrance on the quilt.

She hugged the quilt, took a deep breath, and suddenly froze.

This smell seems to be... the fragrance emanating from the Aya clothes that Pei Ming lent her that day?

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