The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse - Chapter 145

◎Let’s get married◎

His body still had no temperature, his body temperature was as cold as a dead person, and his pale skin was bruised with blood vessels, but Song Dingding felt a long-lost peace of mind in his arms.

Before the meeting, she thought of the words over and over again in her heart, and at this moment they all turned into tears, twirling in her eyes, as if she would cry out at any time.

She pursed her lower lip tightly, restraining the whimper stuck in her throat, the tip of her white nose was flushed with red, and the arms hanging by her side were tensed, like a string that was about to break: “Pei Ming…”

Even though she tried to suppress it, there was still a faint cry in her voice.

“Yeah.” Pei Ming raised his arm around her shoulders, gently covering her head, and the smile on his lips did not diminish: “I am here.”

“Pei Ming, Pei Ming…”

She called his name over and over again, and he took the trouble to respond to her over and over again: “I am here. Dingding, I am here.”

After an unknown amount of time, Song Dingding seemed to finally confirm his existence. She quickly turned around, put her feet on her feet, and hooked her arms around his neck.

She didn’t exert too much force, but Pei Ming bowed her head very cooperatively. The moonlight was clear and cold, and pieces sprinkled on his long silver-white hair, which made his eyebrows gentle and full of affection.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

His long eyelashes were like frost, and his whole body was covered with a faint hazy soft light, which was as far away as the gods. It was obviously the bright moon hanging in the night sky, but he was willing to run towards her.

Yin red lips, Ying’s skin is like bright snow, clean and clear, perhaps because he has just been treated for an injury, his Qingling face has some weak and sickly, like a lotus blooming in a sea of ​​blood and hell, holy and confusing.

Song Dingding lost his mind for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to touch his cheek, tilted his head, and gently traced the outline of his profile with his fingertips.

Pei Ming didn’t seem to expect that she would be so active, and a flattering surprise flashed in her eyes.

He didn’t move, but his Adam’s apple rolled up and down, perhaps to see what she would do next.

However, after being in a trance for a while, she came back to her senses and stepped back suddenly as if frightened.

Song Dingding didn’t know why he seemed to be possessed. Seeing his morbidly pale appearance, he seemed to see a fragile and crystal snowflake, and couldn’t help reaching out to touch it.

Now that I come back to my senses, thinking of what I just did, I can only wish to strangle myself just now. If she could drill a hole in the ground, she would disappear without a trace at this moment.

Seeing her head down, Pei Ming’s repressed breath was very clear in the silent night.

Looking at her embarrassed and helpless look, he couldn’t help laughing a little: “Come in and sit?”

She nodded very quickly, and then walked in quickly, without even thinking.

Pei Ming followed behind her, walked into the room, took out a few small wooden boxes from the cabinet, took out the night pearl and placed it on the table, replacing the half of the candle.

The room brightened instantly, as bright as day, but Song Dingding was a little uncomfortable: “Where did you go?”

She sat upright on the round stool by the table, trying to find a topic, trying to make the atmosphere in the room less cold.

Seeing her straight waist and stiff expression on her face, Pei Ming sighed, pulled a round stool from one side, and sat beside her: “The room is boring, go out for a walk.”

He was right in front of her, but Song Dingding didn’t dare to look up at him, she scolded herself for being useless in her heart, her hands hidden under her sleeves were entangled, and her fingers rubbed her palms lightly: “Listen to Li Hua, you are injured. …”

She didn’t tell the truth and didn’t dare to let him know that when he was carrying her body on a pilgrimage, when he was stepped into the water by Ma Yun, when he was humiliated by Lu Qingchen, she was by his side .

She had no courage after all.

“It’s been healed, it’s fine.” He chuckled, his voice clear and calm, as if he was narrating a trivial matter.

Pei Ming put his palm on his knee and tightened: “Sorry, I can’t watch you until you wake up.”

He looked guilty, as if it was all his fault, but he didn’t mention Song Dingding and Bai Qi’s conspiracy to feign death, and he didn’t mean to blame her at all.

Seeing her silence, Pei Ming’s breathing was slightly stagnant. He thought she minded this matter and wanted to explain something, but he didn’t know how to explain it.

“I’m sorry…” The hand he stretched out towards her was suspended in the air, his knuckled fingers were slightly curled, and he dared not to fall down: “I won’t lock you up again, after you’re healthy, if you want to go back to Heaven Zong…”

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Song Dingding, she slowly raised her head: “Let’s get married.”

“…” Pei Ming became silent, and the expression on his face disappeared. I don’t know how long it took before he pursed his lips: “Okay.”

There is no need to ask her why, nor to determine her intentions, even if it is acting, even if it is to use it, as long as she is willing, he will cooperate with her to act.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Song Dingding took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and poured out all the words in his heart: “What happened in the past, whether right or wrong, let it pass. I won’t leave, I’ll stay by your side… I mean it!”

“In a few days, when you feel better, we will get married. In short, everything that should be prepared for the marriage in the manor is ready, only you and I are left in place.”

Her face was serious, for fear that Pei Ming thought she was joking, her tone was very stiff.

Seeing her wrinkled face, Pei Ming lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth outlined a faint arc: “Okay, I see.”

The moonlight was quiet, and the two of them were relatively silent, but the emotions in their hearts were different from those of the past. Unknown feelings slowly flowed in their hearts, and even the ravines and abyss could be filled, no longer afraid of the world’s difficulties.

Song Dingding listened to his light laughter, only to feel that the atmosphere was inexplicably lightened, perhaps because he had let go of the knot, and his face was no longer so solemn: “When did you know that I am a woman?”

Pei Ming didn’t speak.

He didn’t know how to tell her, but from the very beginning, when she drank medicine and suspended herself in Tianmenzong, he had seen through her thoughts.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have specifically let Daojun Yuwei cremate her ‘corpse’.

At first, he thought that she was afraid that she had murdered her fellow sect and wanted to escape from Tianmen Sect, but he didn’t take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, after she faked her death, she used a clumsy disguise, disguised as a man, and approached him again as a follower.

He couldn’t figure out what she wanted to do, so he simply pretended not to recognize her and put her by his side to observe.

Pei Ming didn’t want to lie to her anymore, but it was not easy to say directly that he had seen through her disguise, so he had to keep silent.

Song Dingding was wondering why he didn’t answer, raised his eyes and saw that he had a complicated expression and a tangled face, and a terrible idea could not help but arise in his mind.

Her eyes widened: “You don’t recognize me all the time, do you? Then why do you like me… Are you a broken sleeve?!”

She seemed to have come to a realization, with shock written all over her face.

Pei Ming didn’t expect her brainwaves to be so strange, so jumping to think of Broken Sleeves.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to explain a few words when Song Dingding reached out and squeezed his cheek: “I’m just kidding.”

“I didn’t expect my acting skills to be so good that I could deceive you for so long. It’s a pity that I won’t go back, or I’ll change careers to become an actor. Maybe someone has a good eye and sees the pearls and finds me as a good seedling.” She rubbed her mouth with a look of pity.

On the volcano in the secret realm, Song Dingding said that she was a ghost from another world. Pei Ming remembered this, but never had the opportunity to ask her.

Or, he didn’t dare to ask – he was afraid that what she said was true, that she would return to her world and leave him forever.

Now that Song Dingding has personally promised not to leave, Pei Ming is also a little curious: “What is an actor?”

“Actor.” She deliberately lengthened her tune and whetted his appetite, before slowly explaining: “An actor is someone who plays a certain role… Probably like an actor or an actor in the world here, just in our place. Actors are more respected.”

“If you become an actor and become famous, you will be known to everyone and everyone will know.”

Although it is a bit exaggerated, Pei Ming has never seen her world, and even if she is more exaggerated, he will believe it.

I thought Pei Ming would be surprised or praised, but he just smiled lightly: “Same as me?”

Song Dingding: “…”

Just like a ghost, the actors have good acting skills and good looks, so they are famous and well-known.

And Pei’s name is slaughtering demons, and his temperament is bad, so he is notorious, and everyone knows that there is no comparison.

However, Pei Ming is handsome and handsome, like an uncut and handed down beautiful jade. If it is placed in modern times, it must be a great star with peerless elegance.

In order to prevent him from being too complacent, she dealt with it vaguely, and talked about her medical profession in the modern age.

Song Dingding had slept for too long, and his energy had almost recovered. At this moment, he was in a good mood, chatting endlessly, and he was about to talk all night.

Pei Ming sat beside her with a smirk, listening quietly to her telling about her world and past.

He showed no impatience or reminded her of the passage of time, seemingly absorbed in her narrative.

It wasn’t until the horizon was fainting that Song Dingding realized that he had been babbling on all night.

She had a dry mouth, licked her lips, and Pei Ming handed over the tea that had already been cooked: “moisten your throat.”

Song Dingding held the tea bowl and couldn’t help blushing: “You, go to the bed and lie down for a while.”

“I’m not sleepy.” He held his chin and looked at her sideways: “If you’re tired, go to the couch to take a nap.”

The tea itself was refreshing. Song Dingding had been lying down for too long before, so she was not very sleepy, so she shook her head.

She took a sip of tea and was about to put it on the table when she lowered her eyes and met Pei Ming’s undisguised gaze.

The already flushed cheeks were covered with clouds, and it was scorching hot. She lowered her head in a panic, and changed the subject to cover up her gaffe: “Ghost Emperor, Ghost Emperor’s magic weapon, have you returned it?”

Pei Ming said: “Gu Chaoyu’s soul has already gathered, and when she is reincarnated in the next two days, the soul gathering tower will be returned.”

Song Dingding didn’t know how to answer for a while, but the room suddenly became quiet, and even her heartbeat was so clear.

It just so happened that the sound of footsteps came from the yard at this time, which eased her embarrassment a bit.

Bai Zhou met Song Dingding’s gaze, paused for a moment, and then curled his lips: “It’s strange that a man and a widow are in the same room, and they are neatly dressed.”

This is a bit of a joke, but Pei Ming didn’t answer, just glanced at Bai Zhou: “Is there anything you want to do with me?”

His tone could be as indifferent as it was when he faced Song Dingding. Bai Zhou secretly scolded the unscrupulous **** in his heart, and said angrily, “Pei Yuan wants to see your fiancee.”

Song Dingding frowned: “See me?”

She intuited that Pei Yuan wanted to fix something else, and almost subconsciously refused: “No, it’s the same if there is something to be conveyed.”

Bai Zhou heard this, but did not leave, but raised his eyebrows: “Pei Yuan said that he can help you interpret your dreams. Don’t you want to know why you always have the same dream, and who is he in the dream? ?”

Hearing this, Song Dingding frowned even more: “I want to know more, why are you helping him spread the word?”

That’s right, Baizhou is obviously going to Pei Ming, so why do you need to do this to help Pei Yuan pass on such inexplicable words.

Could it be that Baizhou was instigated?

Looking at Song Dingding’s unconcealed suspicious eyes, Bai Zhou said speechlessly: “Pei Yuan promised me a jade slip that could contact her. I just sent a message, this deal is not a loss.”

There is no need to guess, the ‘she’ in Baizhou’s mouth must be his feigned death to escape and return to his wife, Cuizhu, who was by the side of the Dragon Princess.

If he concealed it, Song Dingding would have questioned the truth of his words, but he did not hide his purpose, and the truth in his words was a little more.

Although she was really curious about why she always had the same dream, who was Si Yushen who was demoted to earth in that dream, and who was the slave boy with the same face as Pei Ming.

But she didn’t want to make troubles again, Pei Yuan’s scheming was too deep, and it was good to be as far away from him as possible.

Song Dingding hesitated and was about to refuse, but Pei Ming saw her hesitation, held her hand lightly, and spoke first: “Go, I’ll accompany you.”