The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse - Chapter 115

◎Missing Memories◎

As Li Hua’s voice fell, a soft sound suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate. It was the sound of something falling to the ground, almost inaudible.

Pei Ming narrowed his black eyes, his figure was like a gust of wind, and the deceit was indistinguishable. Before Li Hua could react, he kicked open the courtyard door with a ‘bang’ and appeared at the source of the sound.

After seeing who was coming, his murderous aura instantly disappeared, and the compassion in his palm trembled slightly.

“Dingding…”

Pei Ming’s voice trembled more than compassion, and his voice was slightly hoarse, looking so pale and powerless.

He murmured subconsciously, causing Song Dingding to be in a trance.

She watched Yu’s fingertips fall to the ground, the wooden bells scattered from her purse, and Li Zhi’s appearance before her death faintly appeared in front of her.

At that time, she was locked in the soul by Baizhou’s Primordial Ding, but she could hear the outside voice in the Ding, and she could clearly hear Li Zhi’s murmuring before his death.

In fact, Li Zhi already knew what she was going to face a long time ago. Song Dingding told Li Zhi long ago that she would die tragically before her eighth birthday.

Li Zhi was afraid of death, but what made her feel more difficult than death was the last faint hope and perseverance before her death.

Even if life is worse than death, she has been working hard, keeping her breath strong, just to see Li Hua for the last time.

But Li Zhi couldn’t make it to Li Hua, and Li Hua returned to the small courtyard not long after Li Zhi died.

At that time, Song Dingding suspected that Pei Ming let Li Zhi die in peace because he couldn’t bear Li Zhi’s inhuman torture and wanted to help Li Zhi get rid of it.

Or, he just wanted to have a justifiable excuse to get Li Zhi’s heart at ease and repair and open the destroyed Chaos Lock?

With full of doubts, she wore it until Pei Ming was imprisoned in the cellar.

Looking at the young man covered in scars, all the hesitations in her heart were filled with the guilt of not being able to say goodbye to him or changing his fate when she left for the first time.

She forgot everything and only thought about how to change his fate and prevent subsequent tragedies from happening.

However, in those days of getting along day and night, the feeling of compassion has quietly changed from time to time.

Even if she didn’t want to admit it, after experiencing life and death, she suddenly realized that she had already fallen in love with that bright and young boy.

For love, she naturally chose to stay.

If you like someone, you will start to worry about him, and even all your shortcomings will be covered by shining places.

She seems to be blind, and he will endure all the hardships, and he who has turned into a ghost, but also as a young man who blushed when he first saw him holding hands.

Song Dingding twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally had some subtle expressions on his stiff face.

Even if there is no mirror now, she can probably guess how ugly the smile on her face is.

Obviously in TV dramas, those female protagonists who, like her, accidentally break into the male protagonist to talk to others, only to suddenly realize that she is just a clown, will have their subconscious mind blank, and they will run into the distance in disbelief.

But when this kind of **** episode really happened to him, Song Dingding found that his brain was so clear at the moment, and even sober made him disgusted.

She also imagined that like those ancient heroines, she didn’t have to think about anything, and she didn’t believe what she heard at all, she just needed to rush out of this suffocating place desperately.

However, her brain is constantly working, and memories of the past are constantly flashing through her mind.

The good, the bad, swarmed in like a surging ocean wave, constantly beating the tense nerves in her mind.

She remembered breaking the roses in the rose manor, pulling out the thorns on the rhizomes of the roses, and handing her the name of the delicate red rose when the sea of ​​flowers was blown by the wind.

She remembered a beam of sunlight cast in the wine cellar, handed mercy to her hand, leaned over and kissed her Pei Ming.

She remembered Pei Ming, who held her hand in the small kitchen of Qingping Mountain Villa and ate the cake in one bite during the thunder and lightning all night.

There is also him when he was making tea, when he was jealous, and he who begged her not to leave… These names overlapped with the bright young man in memory, and then were cut apart abruptly.

Today, he is Daojun Wuzang, Pei Ming who disguised himself as a woman and entered the Tianmen Sect, but he is the only teenager who is not her.

Because Song Dingding knew very well that what Li Hua said was true.

With Pei Ming’s indifferent temperament, if what Li Hua said was half false, he would either ignore it or treat it calmly.

Instead of yelling at Li Hua like he was out of control, he made Li Hua shut up.

In other words, because what Li Hua said was true, he was so excited.

Pei Ming killed Li Zhi with his own hands, just to take Li Zhi’s heart to repair the Chaos Lock.

But now, when he approached her and fell in love with her, he just wanted to squeeze the last value out of her as he did to Li Zhi.

Those so-called moments that made her rush to her heart were actually dreams woven for her by him.

Now, my heart is broken, and it is time to wake up from the dream.

When the light was faint, Li Hua appeared at the gate of the courtyard accompanied by the gentle light.

He stood behind Pei Ming, his hasty footsteps stopped suddenly, and his raised eyes were full of astonishment.

He clearly saw her returning to the yard, but why did he appear outside Pei Ming’s residence at this moment?

Li Hua remembered the vicious words he just said from his mouth. Those words were like paper swallowed by fire, twisted and deformed in his ears.

—Yes, I lied yesterday. In fact, in the realm of nothingness, what I saw was not a monster, but you sacrificed A Ding to the patron saint of the volcano in order to see Pei Yuan.

– I watched A Ding die in front of my eyes, you won’t understand that feeling, because you have no heart at all, and you won’t have the ability to love someone.

– Where did I say wrong? You approach A Ding and try to make yourself fall in love with A Ding, isn’t it just to sacrifice her?

He saw that Pei Ming had lost his temper, and felt ridiculous in his heart, so he couldn’t help but say these harsh and hurtful words.

But these hurtful words were like a double-edged sword, stabbing Pei Ming, and causing Song Dingding to stab wounds all over his body.

Li Hua walked towards her subconsciously, he wanted to grab Song Dingding’s hand to calm her down.

He wants to explain to her well, even if he temporarily joins forces with Pei Ming with a white lie, even if she continues to be immersed in the lie, as long as she doesn’t show such a dead heart.

However, before his hand touched Song Dingding, she was already dodged by her.

She pushed hard behind her feet, pulled her body to one side, and reacted quickly—this was the move he taught her how to avoid the enemy’s touch and attack when she was practicing swordsmanship.

Li Hua did not expect that in the end, this move would be used on him.

He looked at his arm hanging in the air, his fingertips were shaking like chaff, and he seemed to want to struggle again: “A Ding, listen to me…”

Song Dingding raised his eyes and looked at his face full of panic, his long eyelashes trembled lightly: “What?”

She didn’t know what else he could justify.

Li Hua knew everything from the beginning. He knew that Pei Ming approached her to take advantage of her, and he also knew that Pei Ming didn’t love her at all. The so-called sincerity and love were faked.

He even knew that if he collected seven swallowing dragon balls, she would be sacrificed by Pei Ming to the patron saint of the volcano.

Ke Li Hua pretended to be ignorant of these things. He took a person who was destined to be sacrificed as an apprentice, taught him all his skills, cared about her and helped her as usual.

Song Dingding remembered that at that time, she was fighting Lu Qingchen’s mortal battle for him.

Li Hua was worried that Lu Qingchen would hurt her life, so she secretly went to soak in the hot spring water of Qingping Mountain Villa, trying to recover some spiritual power, block Lu Qingchen’s ultimate move for her, and even became pregnant with a baby spirit because of it.

The warmth that Song Dingding felt with sincerity had all turned into sharp swords that stabbed at her, one after another, causing blood to flow in her heart.

Looking at the two people who were suddenly silent in front of her, her chest seemed to be blocked by something. She was a little breathless, and she felt dizzy. Song Dingding could only put his palms on his chest and gasped.

The sky that was originally clear was suddenly gusty, and in an instant, dense clouds gathered, and raindrops poured down like a bead curtain.

Seeing that even the weather matched his emotions so well, Song Dingding felt that at such a time, maybe he should shed two tears and calm down the rainstorm.

But her eyes were so dry that she couldn’t secrete a single tear, she just felt powerless and her heart was beating in a panic.

I don’t know who was shouting in the yard that it was raining, and the three of them stood in the rain, no one moved, and no one spoke, stiffly like three freshly unearthed zombies.

At this inopportune time, Song Dingding actually felt a little bit wanting to laugh.

I don’t know if I wanted to laugh at myself for being stupid, or because they wanted to laugh at their carelessness – they could have hidden it a little more, at least let her live in a lie until the moment she was sacrificed to death.

At least now, she doesn’t have to face this embarrassing situation.

Song Dingding was really uncomfortable being hit by the rain. She lowered her eyes and saw the wooden bell rolled from her purse to the ground. Li Zhi’s little face was reflected in her mind.

He stretched out his arm subconsciously, squatted down slowly, and leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to pick up the wooden bell.

At the moment when her fingertips touched the wooden bell, the dark sky suddenly gave birth to a huge blue-purple lightning, like a winding dragon, slashing down in her direction.

Song Dingding seemed to feel something, she raised her head, but she didn’t have time to see the thunder and lightning that fell down, she only felt that her eyes were dark and her body was tight, and her whole body fell down.

At the moment when the lightning struck, Pei Ming used the little spiritual power left in his body to react quickly and threw her in his arms.

He lay on the ground, tightly protecting her under him, the thunder was rolling in the sky, and as the dazzling blue-purple light receded, Song Dingding’s fingertips subconsciously tightened and grabbed Li Zhi’s wooden bell.

Those broken and vague memory fragments, like puzzle pieces, quickly pieced together in my mind.

She curled up in pain, like an epilepsy, her body twitched violently, her fingers clenched together in a twisted arc, and her throat whimpered intermittently.

Pei Ming was startled for a moment, raised his hand to open her lips, and put his fingers between her teeth to prevent her from biting herself.

She almost lost consciousness, her teeth closed instinctively, and she bit his pale and colorless hand.

The torrential rain fell, and the cold rain flowed along his fingers into her teeth, with a hint of **** sweetness, her eyelashes stained with water droplets trembled twice, and her twitching body gradually calmed down.

Those memories that were erased by Pei Ming without authorization were all recovered from the memory at this moment.

Song Dingding remembered the missing memory of that night. He ignored her intentions and broke her body on the grounds of the contract.

But he didn’t see the slightest bit of **** in his eyes, he just took away the plain white satin that was covered with blood.

Song Dingding’s teeth loosened slightly, and Pei Ming saw that she was gradually calming down, so he took out his **** fingers.

Before he could say anything, he heard her hoarse voice: “What do you want my blood for?”

Before he finished speaking, Pei Ming’s body stiffened.

His arm suspended in mid-air trembled invisibly, and the rain washed down, freezing his blood into ice.

– Song Dingding remembered that night.