MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 77 seventy-seven tripods

◎Wuzang Daojun is not a paper man◎

Perhaps because of the previous experience, when Song Dingding landed this time, in addition to being a little dizzy, he no longer felt like he wanted to vomit.

It's just that compared to the discomfort brought to her by her body, the unease in her heart made her feel more anxious.

Song Dingding didn't know where she had traveled to again, but if she was still on the island, she didn't know how to face Daojun Wuzang.

Obviously, the last time she hid the handkerchief, he didn't see it at all, and all subsequent events did not change because of her existence.

She lowered her head for a long time, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes.

She thought that with the original owner who was eight or nine years old last time as a foreshadowing, no matter what happened next, she would not make a fuss.

However, when she saw her body as transparent as gas, she couldn't help but be surprised for a moment.

Obviously she is still her, her height and weight have not changed, but she has lost her body and has directly become A Piao.

Song Dingding stared at his hand, stunned, his eyes slightly dull.

She reached out and grabbed two hands in the air, and a gust of wind blew through her arm, and the coolness brushed across her face, but she couldn't grasp anything in her palm.

This time, Song Dingding was determined - she really became A Piao.

Recalling the act of the first elder throwing out the long mirror before she lost consciousness, she pursed her lips and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

The last time she was in Qingping Mountain Villa, when she first fell into an illusion, and when she was a teenager without Zang Daojun, it was because of the light emitted by the two swallowing dragon balls.

And this time, Bai Qi took out all the swallowing dragon **** in Yuwei Daojun's storage ring, plus the one in her hand, there were four swallowing dragon **** in total.

Could it be that she was forced out of the original owner's body by these four swallowing dragon balls, and turned into a ghost like before the Great Elder?

An inaudible groan behind him made Song Dingding suddenly return to his senses.

She slowly turned her head and looked towards the source of the sound.

This is a stream, perhaps because it has just snowed, the stones on both sides of the river are covered with snow, revealing a depressing chill.

Beneath the pine and cypress, lay a man covered in blood.

He was lying on the side of the stone stream, with layers of thin snow falling on his temples, and the crystals on his thin lips that were stained red with blood, adding a touch of soul-stirring flirtatiousness.

Song Dingding floated over and intuitively told her that this man covered in heavy snow was the Daojun Wu Zang that she knew well.

Facts have proved that women's sixth sense is accurate most of the time.

He closed his eyes, his face was still the same as when he was a teenager, his eyebrows were picturesque, warm and dazzling, and his silver hair flowed behind him and melted into the snow.

The thin persimmon-colored robe was torn by sharp objects, and his body was covered with wounds, and hardly an inch of his skin was intact.

The pool of blood under his body is meandering, frozen into blood-colored crystals by the cold ice and snow, like a manzhushahua blooming in hell, beautiful and deadly.

Although Song Dingding has been floating, the limbs she should have are still alive.

She squatted beside him, looked at him, and wanted to reach out to touch his face, but her hand went straight through his face.

Song Dingding didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

Judging from the weather here and the appearance of Daojun Wuzang, she should have worn it through a long mirror to a certain moment in the past.

She has become A Piao here, which means that he can't see her, so she no longer has to think about how to face him with complicated feelings.

However, at this time, Daojun Wu Zang seemed to be seriously injured, so he kept falling into the snow like this. The weather was so cold that he was afraid that he would freeze to death.

Song Dingding didn't want to face such a scene at all.

Even if you know that he can't die, hearing how miserable a person has been in the past and seeing with your own eyes how miserable this person is are completely two different feelings.

Especially, after she felt his kindness and warmth when he was young.

This kind of feeling of being helpless and helpless to watch, but helpless, is too cruel to her.

The voice from a distance recalled Song Dingding's thoughts.

She subconsciously wanted to hide, but after passing through the pine and cypress, she suddenly remembered that she was dressed as a lonely soul, and no one should see her.

Song Dingding stopped and crouched beside him under the pines and cypresses.

Two figures, one big and one small, gradually approached from a distance. Both were women, but one was a woman and the other was still young and looked like a woman's daughter.

Holding two wooden basins in their hands and a mallet in the other, they walked slowly towards the stream.

Seeing that the girl beside her was struggling to walk, the woman took the wooden basin from her hand and said, "Li Zhi, your brother has gone away again?"

The little girl called Li Zhi shook her head: "Brother, he retreated with Master."

The woman responded, put the wooden basin in her hand on the ground, and swept the snow twice on the snow-covered rocks with a mallet.

She remembered something, and stopped: "It's not very peaceful recently. I heard that there is a man named Daojun Wu Zang who broke into the Demon Realm and slaughtered ten cities and killed the Demon Realm Empress."

She was afraid that what she said was too profound, and that this little girl who was under eight years old would not understand, so she whispered: "In short, it is very dangerous outside. Recently, I told your brother to stay away from home."

Li Zhi knew that the woman was for her brother's sake, and nodded quickly: "Aunt Liu, I'll tell him when my brother comes back."

The conversation between the two came into Song Dingding's ears. She stared at the girl's back for a long time, and then took a half-step. She realized that the little girl who was washing clothes in the stream was Li Hua's younger sister who died tragically.

She floated closer to Li Zhi, originally wanting to take a closer look to see what Li Zhi looked like.

But when she was still three or five steps away, she suddenly felt a strong impact, forcing her to stop.

Song Dingding felt flustered, just like the symptoms of low blood sugar. He was weak, and his heart palpitated.

She covered her chest and wanted to squat down for a while, but when she lowered her head, she found that her soul was so transparent that it was about to disappear.

She was slightly startled, and took a few steps back subconsciously, but a strange thing happened - her increasingly transparent body returned to its original state, and all the uncomfortable physical reactions disappeared.

Song Dingding looked at the little girl who was squatting in the stream and beating her clothes, as if thinking of something, she raised her eyebrows.

Could it be that it was because of this little girl that she had this reaction?

In order to confirm her guess, Song Dingding took two steps forward. As she expected, her soul gradually became transparent, and the symptoms of discomfort just now appeared again.

For some unknown reason, her soul couldn't get close to Li Zhi, and as soon as she got close to Li Zhi, there was a feeling that her soul was about to dissipate.

Song Dingding found the reason why her soul became transparent, so she quickly retreated to a safe distance. Before she found the mirror and returned to the secret realm, she did not dare to approach Li Zhi easily.

She floated back to Daojun Wuzang, remembered what the woman just said, and turned to look at the sleeping boy.

If she remembered the original plot correctly, it was five years ago that Daojun Wuzang destroyed the entire Song family, and it was six years ago that he went into the Demon Realm to slaughter the city and killed the Demon Realm Empress.

According to the woman, he crossed the Demon Realm a few days ago, which means that she is now traveling back to the time six years ago, when Daojun Wu Zang had just finished crossing the Demon Realm and killed his biological mother.

Song Dingding looked at his expression, slightly lost.

In the world, don't persuade others to be kind without suffering others.

She couldn't judge right or wrong about his mother-killing massacre, nor did she have any position to condemn him.

Song Dingding only knew that she, like everyone else, regarded him as a myth, thinking that Daojun Wu Zang, who had turned into a villain, would not be hurt.

Or maybe, in her mind all along, he was just a piece of paper, a setting that was virtually constructed by the author using words.

Because he was labeled as a 'strong man' and a 'villain'.

So he slaughtered ten cities in the Demon Realm by himself, and he was able to break through thousands of troops and kill the Empress by himself. She didn't think it was unreasonable.

After all, the villains in other cultivating texts even have bloodthirsty, destructive, and even more exaggerated characters than him.

No one knew that even Daojun Wuzang, who was so strong against the sky, would still bleed, be injured, and feel pain.

Wuzang Daojun is not a paper person, at least at this moment, he is a flesh and blood, living person in front of her.

When she was absent-minded, the sound of the mallet hitting her clothes gradually stopped, and Song Dingding could vaguely hear the footsteps of the woman and Li Zhi Suosuo.

They had washed their clothes and were about to leave with their basins.

Song Dingding looked at the backs of the two with a little anxiety in his heart.

If they leave like this, will Daojun Wu Zang really freeze to death here?

She stood up and tried to stop Li Zhi, but neither of them could hear her, and it was useless to shout.

Song Dingding pursed his lips, as if remembering something, he caught up with Li Zhi, and seven or eight steps behind her, he raised his hand and waved his arm in the air.

She tried to make her movements as large as possible, and as she swung her arms fast, a cold wind blew from behind Li Zhi.

She finally understood why being approached by ghosts made her feel chilly behind her. Maybe those ghosts were just like her at the moment, raising their arms crazily and fanning the cold wind with their sleeves.

"Don't go, look back at the pine tree, there is a wounded person there..."

Li Zhi's small body was shaken by the cold wind, she turned her head subconsciously, and Song Dingding's voice stopped abruptly at this moment.

She looked slightly startled, unable to return to her senses for a long time - Li Zhi's face actually looked exactly the same as when she was a child in modern times.

Song Dingding never believed what was written in those stand-ins. As we all know, there are no two identical snowflakes in the world.

She thought that apart from siblings, there was a certain probability that they looked alike, and other people who were not related by blood could not look exactly the same.

But Li Zhi's face was right in front of her eyes, and the two of them were already close to each other, not to mention the fact that they had crossed time, space, and dimension.

Could it be that there are really two people who look so alike?

I don't know if it was Song Dingding's illusion, but Li Zhi's eyes seemed to meet her for a moment.

However, just when she felt that Li Zhi saw her, Li Zhi's eyes went beyond her and looked behind her.

"Aunt Liu, go back first." Li Zhi put down the wooden basin and said to the woman beside him, "I forgot to take the mallet."

After all, she took two short legs and hurriedly ran towards the stream where the clothes were washed.

Song Dingding restrained his thoughts, followed not far behind her, keeping a safe distance, watching her run back to the stream and picked up the mallet.

Just when she thought that Li Zhi was about to leave like this, she turned around and walked slowly under the pine and cypress where Daojun Wuzang was hiding.

She walked cautiously, holding the mallet high in her hand, with her expression and movement like a thief guard, Song Dingding couldn't help but laugh.

It wasn't until Li Zhi walked beside him and saw that he seemed to have fainted, she slowly let out a sigh of relief and put the mallet down.

She looked at him carefully for a long time, squatted down, put her hand on his neck, and tried it out.

Li Zhi muttered to himself: "It seems to be dead..."

Song Dingding knew that Daojun Wu Zang had already had his heart gouged out at this time. He had no heartbeat and pulse, which should be normal.

She was afraid that Li Zhi would just walk away like this, but in a hurry, she forgot what she said and what others couldn't hear: "Don't go, he's still alive, he's frozen..."

Li Zhi stopped when he wanted to leave, and squeezed the mallet tightly in his palm.

Song Dingding saw her strangeness, and squinted her eyes and looked at her carefully: "Li Zhi, can you hear me?"