MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 101 One hundred and one tripod

◎ Care (two more in one)◎

Five steps, four steps, three steps... Just one step away, the third elder was about to stretch out his hand when he heard the sound of 'crashing' iron chains colliding in the silent cellar.

The young man used his arms as support, his feet leaped into the air, and in an instant, he rolled over and clamped the third elder's head with his knees.

He staggered his legs, tightly twisting the neck of the third elder like scissors.

The shackles and chains made of black iron were invulnerable to swords and guns, and the three elders tried to struggle, but the young man used the chains to strangle his throat.

He was holding the handkerchief's palm, and he kept waving it in the air. The other hand subconsciously pulled the iron chain locked between his throat, but the more he struggled, the harder the boy used to prevent him from breaking free.

Until the third elder was full of blue veins, turned red and purple, and his waving arms gradually relaxed and drooped down, and the young man finally let out a sigh of turbidity.

As early as the moment the third elder entered the cellar, the young man heard footsteps. It was an unfamiliar voice. At least he had been locked in the cellar for three years, and he had never heard this sound.

He didn't know who was coming, and he wouldn't be a good person anyway, otherwise he wouldn't walk on tiptoe, sneaking like a thief.

The young man looked at the third elder who didn't know whether to live or die, and it seemed that there was still a trace of breath.

He still remembered Song Dingding's words.

- I believe you, when you grow up, you will definitely become a savior admired by thousands of people, more admirable and respected than Tai Ziyuan.

He will definitely become such a person in the future.

The young man tore off the clothes of the third elder, tore them into pieces and tied them together, tied the black iron chain under his feet, tied the third elder and threw them aside.

He was half-squatting on the side of the blood-stained wall, holding the mercy in his hand, and swung down with a sword and a sword.

The shackles around his neck and on his feet were made of ten thousand years of black iron, and even mercy would never cut the chains and shackles.

The young man thought in reverse, since he couldn't cut off the shackles and chains, it was impossible to break off his head and legs to break free, so he would start at the end where the chains connect to the wall.

Since Song Dingding left, he has not stopped, and every moment, every moment, he is waving mercy and chiseling towards the wall.

This wall is not a copper wall after all, even if it is built solidly, it can't stand the young man's constant chiseling.

He has already cut two holes in the wall, and now he is only a little bit closer to cutting the wall that connects the shackles around his neck.

Even though the shackles and chains are still on him, he no longer needs to be bound in the cellar, guarding this side of the land and waiting to die.

Song Dingding said that on the day of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, she would come and take him away.

The young man knew that there was not much time, and now the light was faint, and in a few more hours, as soon as the sky darkened, it was the Mid-autumn feast.

He wanted to cut out the wall before she came, lest he become a burden and drag her back.

He chiseled the wall with one sword at a time, even if his arm was numb from the shock and even lost consciousness, he still did not give up.

Because the young man knew that there were still people who cared about his life and death.

He couldn't give up, even for Song Dingding, he couldn't give up.

The Hunyuan Ding, which was soaked in the wine jar, floated up and down in the wine, and Song Dingding faintly heard the voice of 'Du Du' when he was half awake.

It was like a woodpecker pecking at a tree trunk, and the noise made her a little dizzy. She tried to look outside through the ears on the side of Hunyuan Ding.

But I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black, and I could only hear the sound of water splashing, and sometimes a 'dong' sounded.

This is Hunyuan Ding floating on the wine water, sometimes floating to the side of the wine jar, and it will make a subtle sound when it hits the wine jar.

Song Dingding couldn't feel her existence, but she noticed that her soul seemed to have weight. Every time Hunyuanding hit the edge of the wine jar, it was because she tried to struggle or move, causing Hunyuanding to move towards a direction to drift away.

She was already exhausted and didn't want to struggle anymore.

But she could hear the voice of 'Du Du' coming from outside the barrier, but it made her feel a trace of unyielding power inexplicably.

This pitiful strength supported her, struggling and shaking over and over again, causing Hunyuan Ding to slam into the wine jar.

Until the 'dudu' voice stopped, she heard an unfamiliar male voice: "If you want to run, stop dreaming..."

This voice was vicissitudes and hoarse, and after a few words, it was necessary to take a breath, and it sounded like a chicken strangled by the neck.

She just heard the sound of fighting in the cellar, and the sound of the iron chain shaking violently, awakened her from her drowsiness.

Now it seems that it should be this person who intended to be delinquent to the young man. After being discovered by the young man, the two scuffled together.

Judging from this man's words, the young man has the upper hand.

The hoarse voice sounded again, occasionally mixed with coughing: "I am here to serve..."

He paused for a while and continued: "At the order of the Song family's patriarch, I came to goug out your eyes, chop off your limbs, and transport you back to the Song family to gouge out your heart."

The boy stopped what he was doing.

He remembered that Song Dingding had told him that the Song family and his wife would help him get out of here. Although she did not explain the reason in detail, he would believe it no matter what she said.

He believed in her, and of course he also believed in the Song family.

The young man was silent and continued to cut the wall with his short sword. The third elder seemed to sense a trace of emotion in his heart, and said quickly, "Did they tell you that they want to save you from leaving on the Mid-Autumn Festival night?"

"I tell you, this is all their conspiracy."

"Tianjun wants to gouge out your heart ahead of time. They are afraid that you will not cooperate, so they want to gain your trust first. After you relax your vigilance, let me come here..."

He deliberately paused and said with a sneer: "Anyway, after the Mid-Autumn Festival night, they will use you to operate. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

From the fact that the Song family couple wanted to help the young man escape, the third elder inferred that they had a good relationship with him, so they came up with this countermeasure to divide the relationship between him and the Song family couple.

In short, the Song family and their wife were imprisoned in the water prison, and the young man could not break into the Song family to seek evidence.

When the boy believed what he said, he could induce the boy to say that he could help him get out of here. He found that he had no way out and would definitely take the bait.

Song Dingding heard the words of the third elder clearly in the Yuanyuan Ding. She didn't have to use her brain at all to see through the conspiracy of the third elder.

This person's words were full of flaws. What the Song family wanted to do to the young man had already been done, so why bother to create the illusion of saving him, and then order someone to come and turn the young man into a stick.

If this was said in normal times, the young man would not believe it, but she was trapped in the Primordial Cauldron and couldn't move, and the Song family and the couple didn't know where to go.

She missed the agreed time with him, and with the instigation of the third elder, he might believe this person's nonsense.

Song Dingding was anxious, and while struggling, the Hun Yuan Ding shook violently, and a crack was struck inside the wine jar.

The Hunyuan Ding is a treasure, and the wine jar that has lost the protection of the formation is just an ordinary wine jar. She can clearly hear the subtle sound of water flowing out through the cracks.

As if she saw a glimmer of hope, she continued to look for the direction and hit the side of the wine jar.

Just as she was struggling, the third elder over there spoke again: "I've long disliked the style of the Celestial Clan. I came here not to harm you, but to help you..."

The boy who had been silent for a long time suddenly interrupted him: "How can I help?"

Seeing him ask such a question, the third elder was overjoyed: "I can save you out, let me go first..."

Although he is an elder, he is only lucky enough to occupy a senior position. If it is really talking about cultivation, he has just entered the Nascent Soul Stage not long ago.

The young man bound him with cloth strips and chains made of black iron. After he woke up, he struggled for a while to no avail. This was the only way to confuse the young man with words.

When the young man undoes the black iron chain on his body, he must make the young man pay a heavy price.

The boy looked at him: "In order to prove your sincerity, you first teach me how to use the sword."

When the third elder heard this, he almost didn't laugh out loud.

He probably knew the situation of the young man, and he had not cultivated at this age. There was also a formation in the cellar to suppress the spiritual power.

"If you want to learn, I will naturally teach you. It's just that you haven't practiced before, and you won't be able to control your sword without spiritual power."

"I'll teach you some of the simplest formulas in the foundation-building period. If you can cultivate spiritual power, it's not too late to learn Yujian."

The third elder agreed without hesitation. He treated the young man as a joke, and naturally taught the young man the training formula of the Foundation Establishment period, as well as the Royal Sword formula without reservation.

At this time, it was getting dark, it was around 10:00 pm, and there was still half an hour before the banquet started. Even if the young man was skeptical about him at this time, after the banquet was over, the young man would give up.

The young man no longer digs the wall, and where the iron chain around his neck connects with the wall, a big hole has been digged while listening to the ramble of the three elders.

Now he was free to go anywhere in the cellar, with the long chains still dragging around his neck and feet. And he has never cultivated fruit, has no spiritual power, can't control the sword, and can't escape this dark cellar at all.

He didn't believe the words of the third elder. A person who tried to harm him would naturally lie.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, this is the truth that he learned when he was a child.

According to the formula given by the third elder, the young man sat cross-legged on the ground, and the iron chain that was in the way made his ankles hurt, but he didn't care, and only practiced wholeheartedly.

He pinched his fingers and muttered the formula in his mouth. Some warm air flowed into his dantian, and quickly moved a small Zhoutian, and suddenly the surrounding golden light was dazzling.

This dazzling light even penetrated into the wine jar through the gap of the wine jar, and Song Dingding couldn't help being stunned.

It only took a short while from the third elder telling the young man to practice the formula to the young man sitting cross-legged, and he actually broke through the foundation building stage and jumped to the golden core stage.

So terrifying, it is no wonder that after the young man became the Palace Master of the Immortal Mansion, he was able to cultivate to the point where one person could slaughter ten cities in the Demon Realm in just one year.

The golden light gradually faded, and the young man seemed to have exhausted the turbid air in his body, his fatigue disappeared, and he became light and free, like a fish swimming in water.

This change made the third elder stunned.

For ordinary people to cultivate, it takes two or three years to go from the Qi refining stage to the foundation-building stage, and it takes five years to go from the foundation-building stage to the Jindan stage.

Even a talented immortal cultivator would need at least a year or two, but the young man in front of him actually passed the Qi refining stage and became a cultivator of the Jindan stage in just a few minutes.

The third elder felt that something was wrong in his heart, but it was too late to stop him. He had just been careless, and he not only told the formula for cultivation, but also told the young man the formula for the art of swordsmanship.

Originally, he thought that juvenile cultivation was a joke, and because there was a formation in the cellar to suppress spiritual power, he would be able to say these formulas with confidence.

Unexpectedly, the young man was born to be a genius of cultivation, and the formation in the cellar did not know when it was broken. He wanted to stop the young man now, but it was all in vain.

The boy slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and leaned over to pick up the handkerchief on the ground.

It was brought by the three elders, and the veil was covered with a drug. It was originally intended to be used against the young man, but he did not think so, and now the young man used it on himself.

Seeing that the young man was about to flee because of his own negligence, the third elder stepped back unwillingly: "You poor bastard, your biological mother is the princess of the Demon Domain, and even your biological mother abandoned you, yet you are still delusional about people who have nothing to do with you. I'll give my life for you..."

"Even if you leave, what can you do, the greatness of the world is not the king's land, where can you escape to, and who will take you in?"

"At this time, the Moon Appreciation Banquet has already started. Where is the person who promised to save you? No one cares about your life and death!"

The three elders poked at the young man's heart every sentence, the young man's arm dangling by his side was trembling slightly, and he was holding mercy tightly in his hand.

He always remembered what Song Dingding said to him, but being young, it was difficult for him to control his emotions and make himself seem unconcerned and calm.

The young man lowered his eyes: "Pei Yuan... Has he killed anyone?"

This sudden question made the emotional third elder stunned for a moment, and his body replied one step faster than his brain: "Of course he killed him. He is the God of War of the Celestial Clan, how could he not kill..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a slight chill on his neck.

The boy's face was splattered with blood in his eyes. The third elder's pupils contracted instinctively. He wanted to cover his chilled neck and couldn't stop the bleeding, but his hands were tied between the chains and the cloth. In the meantime, even moving the bullet is equally difficult.

There was a whimpering grunt in his throat, and the sound of blood gurgling out was so clear and piercing, the young man squatted down, tilted his head and looked at the fallen third elder, his long eyelashes trembled twice: "If Pei Yuan kills you. I'm not at fault for killing people..."

"Is it right?"

The blood droplets splashed on the eyelashes fell into his eyes as the eyelashes trembled, and the bright red color spread in the whites of his eyes, and hatred was like a tarsal vine, entangling his heart.

Under the horrified and stunned eyes of the third elder, the young man leaned down and whispered in his ear: "You know? Someone cares about my life and death, it's Dingding, Song Dingding..."

As his last syllable fell, Mercy pierced straight into the third elder's throat, and the third elder only had time to let out a muffled groan before he could no longer breathe.

The young man stood up, he was thin, lifted one leg of the third elder, and walked slowly forward in the darkness with the harsh sound of the iron chain dragging on the ground.

He is like a terrifying evil ghost dangling in the world, but he has the face of a son like jade, and even he himself can't recognize who he is now.

He passed through the barrier, threw the body of the third elder into a wine jar, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, and waited for his Dingding to pick him up.

The boy did not leave the cellar.

He couldn't go because he was afraid that when Song Dingding came to find him, she would not be able to find him if he was not in the cellar.

The young man leaned his back against a wine jar that was as high as one person, and slowly slid down and sat down.

He held mercy in one hand, and in the other hand lay a recording crane and a sycamore leaf quietly.

He tapped Yinhe's beak, and in the dead cellar, a familiar female voice could be heard faintly: "Big brother, good night."

He repeatedly played this sentence over and over again, never getting tired of it. It seemed that only this sentence could appease the unease and restlessness he had suppressed in his heart at the moment.

Yes, he is afraid, he is afraid.

But what made him frightened and feared was not death, but the light that shone into the bone-piercing abyss and was slowly disappearing.

But he couldn't do anything, he could only wait for his destiny to come.

The young man tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and clenched the mercy in his hands a little tighter.

Song Dingding felt the wine jar sink, and Hun Yuanding trembled twice with the swaying water in the wine jar.

She seemed to have noticed something, and desperately used the Primordial Cauldron to hit the crack on the side of the wine jar, once, twice... If he could hear, as long as he could hear...

It's a pity that no matter how hard she tried, the subtle sound of hitting the wine jar was covered up by the sound of Jiyinhe.

She didn't know how many times she bumped into it, but she only knew that time was passing fast, and even before she knew it, it was already dawn.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is over.

The boy with his back against the wine jar slowly stood up.

He is going to the Song family to find Song Dingding.

This is a moth to the fire, but as the dead third elder said, even his biological mother doesn't care, and no one in this world cares about his life and death. Even if he left the island, there is nowhere to escape.

But he didn't believe that Song Dingding was using him, let alone that Song Dingding would abandon him.