MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 64 sixty-four tripods

◎Self Desire (two more in one)◎

The abbot clearly said that "there is only one chance to make a wish", but Song Dingding felt that he was implying that she had only this chance to go home.

She remembered that the abbot could see through her disguise as a man at a glance, that the abbot asked Bai Qi, who was allergic to peaches, to pick peaches, and that the dead sign was shaken out.

Song Dingding couldn't help but turn around and looked at the abbot: "If you can really see through the fate of others, what fate will you face?"

Although she did not completely believe the abbot's words.

But it is said that the secrets cannot be leaked. If what the abbot said today is true, it means that a lot of secrets have been leaked.

Isn't he afraid of being punished?

Or is it that everything he said now is also a destiny, a task assigned to him by the creator?

Seeing her dignified expression, the abbot couldn't help laughing: "The donor doesn't care about his own destiny, but he is very concerned about the old man."

Song Dingding shook his head: "I can't talk about caring, I'm just curious if you will be punished."

Xu Shi didn't expect her to be so honest. The abbot choked on her for a while, coughed a few times, and said slowly, "Everything in the world has long been predestined. Just let it go."

Song Dingding said softly: "I feel that letting nature be just a coward and an excuse to escape from reality."

"how do I say this?"

"Because I am content with the status quo and don't want to make efforts to change it, I have to comfort myself that the boat will go straight to the bridge."

These remarks were like a bell tapped lightly in the bottom of my heart, neither light nor heavy, but they could leave an indelible mark.

The abbot's lips moved slightly under the white beard, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head and laughed: "Who would have thought that after all these years, it's better that you, this little girl, can think clearly—"

The laughter gradually faded away, and the breeze blew away his remnants, brushing across the calm water, creating a thin layer of ripples.

Song Dingding looked at the empty wishing pool, squatted down, and covered the turtle's shell with his long, light-white fingers: "I hope..."

She paused, and a faint persimmon color flashed in her mind: "I hope that Daojun Wu Zang will turn evil into good luck and have a safe life."

After that, Song Dingding breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although she deliberately kept the young man's past in her heart and constantly consoled herself, she had worked hard enough, and the rest could only follow the destiny.

But when she was talking to the abbot just now, she suddenly realized that the so-called conforming to the destiny, just like the abbot's mouth, was just an escapism.

She remembered that she saw someone teasing on the Internet that if he could go back to the past, he would definitely tell his mother not to marry his father.

But if his mother really hadn't married his father, he wouldn't have existed and been born, because as long as you don't follow the historical trajectory, everything that exists now will definitely change.

She didn't know what had affected the boy when she went back to the past, and she didn't know whether she had changed the fact that the boy's heart was gouged out.

Song Dingding only knew that although she wanted to go home, she hoped that the boy would be safe.

She can rely on herself when she goes home. In short, she has reached 90% of the strategy. In nearly a month, she has survived, and it is not less than ten days and a half.

Since Swallowing Dragon Ball can take her back to the past, the wishing turtle can also interfere in the past a little.

Song Dingding wasn't sure if her thoughts were right, or her wish would be wasted, but as long as she did this, she would feel a little more at ease.

When the texture on the turtle shell was glowing like moonlight, she slowly got up and left the wishing pool.

Everyone didn't leave, they were all waiting outside the Wishing Pond. Song Dingding was already at the end of the line. At this time, a group of people gathered in the temple, and most of them looked extremely relaxed.

The infant spirits in the male disciples disappeared, but the spiritual energy remained in their bodies, which was a pleasant surprise to them.

They didn't care about etiquette and rules, many people unbuttoned their shirts on the spot, touched their flat stomachs, and had happy smiles on their faces.

Most of the female disciples wanted to reprimand them, but were too embarrassed to look in their direction, so they could only turn around and raise their hands to block their eyes.

Song Dingding lived in a courtyard house when he was a child, but he was used to seeing shirtless men in the summer.

She glanced at the abdomens of those male disciples, but she didn't even see the abdominal muscles, so she couldn't help but snort.

After Lu Qingchen, who was last in line, came out of the wishing pool, his round belly disappeared, and he was no longer burdened, but his body was still full of spiritual power, and he only felt that his body could not be used up.

Seeing that the other male disciples were taking off their shirts to check, he hesitated, as if he wanted to save some face, he also took off his shirts.

Lu Qingchen exercises frequently and pays attention to body management. Even at the age of 30, his body is still stronger than that of a 20-year-old.

He wanted to take the opportunity to show off his perfect abdominal muscles, but when he took off his shirt, he saw a loose, sagging belly.

Purple-red scar lines piled up around the waist, like wavy patterns, wrinkled and crinkled against the skin, like a broken fibrous layer.

Lu Qingchen's expression was sluggish, and the movement of lifting his clothes stopped, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Simmons, who was standing beside him, looked at him suspiciously, and then let out a deafening scream.

"what-"

She fell to the ground, her shrill voice echoing in the silent night, which was suffocating.

Song Dingding followed everyone's gaze and landed on Lu Qingchen's abdomen. He saw the sagging belly due to the sudden disappearance of the baby spirit, and the stretch marks running through his waist.

She couldn't help but chuckle.

For Lu Qingchen, such serious stretch marks may be more memorable to Lu Qingchen than giving birth to a baby spirit.

Doesn't he have some hard-to-find jade muscle pill?

But I don't know if this jade muscle pill, which removes decay and regenerates muscle, can eliminate the scars caused by the secret realm.

Under the many laughter and unbelievable eyes, Lu Qingchen reacted after a while, his face was white and red, he quickly grabbed his shirt, grabbed Simmons' collar, and dragged her out.

Song Dingding vaguely heard Lu Qingchen who was far away, and asked Simmons through gritted teeth, "What kind of wish did you make... Did you do it on purpose?!"

He recovered his spiritual power, although his body was a little weak, dealing with Simmons who had no spiritual power was as easy as carrying a chicken.

Lu Qingchen's figure disappeared into the night, and Simmons' intermittent sobbing could not be heard.

Song Dingding felt more and more that it was an extremely correct choice for Gu Chaoyu to leave Lu Qingchen.

Even after going through this incident, Lu Qingchen was still arrogant and conceited, and he loved face and had no conscience, and even brought his machismo to the extreme.

He seemed to have forgotten that in the past few days he was pregnant with the baby spirit, and when he vomited in the medical hall of Qingping Mountain Villa every day, when he was so embarrassed that he stinks, it was Simmons who took good care of him.

Although Simmons took care of him for a different purpose, and getting such an ending now is self-inflicted, but through Simmons' current desolate situation, you can see how bad Lu Qingchen is.

With the sound of the golden rings on the Zen staff shaking and colliding together, Song Dingding raised his head and looked at the abbot who came out of the wishing pool.

Everyone has made their wishes, and Daojun Yuwei looked indifferent, but in fact there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Under the eager gazes of everyone, the abbot snorted coldly: "Among the seventy or so of you, only two of you make a wish to get the Dragon Ball. Lao Na has reminded you a long time ago, but you don't take this as one thing..."

He paused for a while, as if he felt that he was wasting his saliva, and simply announced the result directly: "The number of people who made a wish to get the Dragon Ball has not reached five, and the Dragon Ball can't be given to you, so let's go."

After that, the abbot waved his sleeves and left, not even giving Daojun Yuwei time to react.

When everyone came back to their senses, the monastery immediately complained.

"What's the matter? Why did only two people make a wish to get the Dragon Ball?"

"Our men want to get rid of baby spirits, what are you women thinking? There are more than 30 people, and even five people who make a wish and swallow dragon **** can't reach it?"

"You women are really selfish. Just for your own selfish desires, you pushed out the swallowing dragon **** that you handed over!"

"It was such a simple first-level secret realm, but now it's alright, it's been complicated by you all. You talk about it, what should I do now!"

…

The voices of resentment from the male disciples almost drowned out the female disciples.

Yuwei Daojun frowned, and his face was not very good.

Because his own wish was to get the swallowing dragon ball, that is to say, besides him, among the seventy people, there was only one person who made a wish to get the swallowing dragon ball like him.

He never thought that it was such a simple wishing task that he could not get the swallowing dragon ball.

The anger was fermenting in the dantian, Yuwei Daojun took a deep breath, and asked with a cold face: "Tell me all clearly, what wishes you all made."

In the noisy temple, there was a sudden silence.

They felt the anger from Daojun Yuwei, and the male disciples turned their attention to the female disciples as if they were watching a good show.

Even if I think with my toes, I know what wishes these women will make.

Listening to their little thoughts of hiding themselves in their stomachs, coming out one by one, and seeing their faces flushed with shame, it was very interesting just thinking about it.

Under the sullen gaze of Daojun Yuwei, the female disciples lowered their heads one after another.

Seeing that they were silent, he turned his attention to Pei Ming and Song Dingding: "Ming'er, what wish did you make?"

Pei Ming lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear his question.

Daojun Yuwei couldn't help but intensified his tone: "Pei Ming, I am asking you something!"

In the silent night, his scolding voice was particularly harsh, like a needle stabbing someone hard.

Pei Ming still didn't speak, he kept silent, which made Yuwei Daojun straighten his body, as if he was trying his best to suppress the current anger.

Others have long heard about the entanglement between Yuwei Daojun and Pei Ming, the master and apprentice.

"Before, Pei Ming seemed to have been lashed with more than 60 keel whips by Daojun Yuwei because of his fornication with the Demon Domain, and he was also expelled from Tianmen Sect."

"I've heard that he was framed by the same sect's senior sister, but so many keel whips did not kill him, presumably Yuwei Daojun must be merciful."

"Wearing a veil all day, but I haven't seen what he looks like, isn't it embarrassing?"

"I guess so, maybe it's because of the ugly appearance, in order to become a beauty, I didn't make a wish to swallow the dragon ball today."

…

"enough-"

Song Dingding stood in front of Pei Ming, shielding him from the malicious gazes of those people, and said with a cold face: "You are so aggressive, accusing these female disciples of being selfish, do you think you are being reasonable?"

"Since you have such a spirit of sacrifice, why did you choose to make a wish to get rid of the baby spirit in your body, instead of making a wish to get a dragon ball?"

"Could it be that a baby spirit in your belly will die? It's also for the sake of the world. You put all your hopes on your female disciples, but you don't do anything..."

Song Dingding paused for a moment, his expression sneering: "How can you lick a big face, stay out of it, and accuse others complacently?"

Those female disciples who originally thought that they did not wish to swallow the Dragon Ball for their own desires, changed their ashamed appearances, and raised their heads one after another.

Song Dingding is right, if it is selfish to want to be beautiful, to become rich is selfish, and to become taller and thinner is selfish, then is it not selfish for them to get rid of the baby spirit?

Even if they did something wrong, it shouldn't be up to these male disciples to point the finger, because like them, they are all people who give up swallowing dragon **** for their own selfish desires.

"A group of shrunken tortoises, they shirk their responsibilities completely when they encounter troubles, and they didn't get the Dragon Balls. Does it have nothing to do with your men at all?"

"What can I do? No. 1! I like to gossip so much. When I leave the secret realm, the first thing I will do is to help you spread the word about your pregnancy!"

"What's wrong with wanting to be beautiful? It's better than making a wish to have an abortion. All of them look crooked, and their faces point at other people's looks. It's really bad luck!"

"If you give me another chance to make a wish, I will let you all get pregnant with the baby spirit again and have a baby on the spot!"

…

The male disciples were stunned by their merciless words, and their faces were flushed. For a while, they were speechless, and the muscles on their faces twitched slightly.

Daojun Yuwei's lips were tight, and he remembered that before she entered the wishing pool, he had reminded everyone that if they wanted to swallow dragon balls, they would choose to wish to swallow dragon balls.

It is better for more than five people to wish to swallow dragon **** than less than five.

But he didn't take it seriously, and neither did the others.

It's not that the female disciples are selfish and selfish, but because everyone has the same idea, thinking that it is not just that five people need to make a wish to swallow the dragon ball, which is too simple.

It's because it's simple, because everyone thinks that even if they don't make a wish like this, someone else will make a wish to swallow the dragon ball. In short, they will definitely get five people.

That's why this embarrassing situation arises.

Daojun Yuwei was silent, as if he had a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it, it was extremely uncomfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, he looked at Song Dingding and said slowly, "Now, is there still room for recovery?"

Song Dingding really didn't want to pay attention to him. When Pei Ming was besieged just now, he seemed to be deaf, and only swallowed dragon balls.

She had reminded Daojun Yuwei long ago that if you want to swallow dragon balls, you must not take chances, and tell everyone as much as possible that you must make a wish to swallow dragon balls.

Otherwise, everyone thought that others would make a wish to swallow dragon balls, and in the end, only two people made a wish to swallow dragon balls.

In the current situation, Song Dingding didn't feel any guilt at all.

They wanted to swallow dragon balls, but they didn't care about swallowing dragon **** at all. They counted on her to solve things when they had problems. Why should she help them all the time, and she didn't want to swallow dragon balls.

"Yuwei Daojun is asking the wrong person, you should ask the abbot about this."

Song Dingding's tone was neither light nor serious, which made Daojun Yuwei, who had already bowed his head to admit defeat, somewhat unable to come down to the stage.

She didn't seem to be going down the steps for him, and after saying this, she took Pei Ming and left.

Song Dingding didn't stop until she walked out of their sight. She turned to look at Pei Ming: "Miss Pei, don't take their words to heart, it's human nature to love beauty..."

Her voice was accompanied by the gentle breeze, Pei Ming lowered his eyes, his dark eyes fell on the folded hands, and he wondered if he had listened to her carefully.

It wasn't until Song Dingding realized that he was still holding Pei Ming's hand, and she quickly let go as if she had been electrocuted by something.

Pei Ming didn't seem to see her constricted expression, and his voice was a little hoarse: "A Ding, your sword is wound on the back of your waist, but it's a pity that my hand is injured and I can't help you apply medicine."

Listening to his almost self-blaming tone, she quickly waved her hand: "It doesn't matter, I will find someone else to help me apply medicine."

Pei Ming nodded, raised his hand on top of her head, and patted it twice: "The medicine I gave you can only be applied after bathing. Rest early."

After being busy for most of the day, Song Dingding was indeed a little tired. She nodded and watched him walk towards the courtyard of the female family.

As soon as Pei Ming walked outside the room arranged by the monk, he saw Li Hua standing under the eaves.

Leaning on the door frame, he seemed to have been waiting for a long time with a dog's tail grass in his mouth.

Seeing Pei Ming coming, Li Hua spat out the dog's tail grass in his mouth and quickly stood up straight.

Pei Ming pushed open the door and asked lightly, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

Li Hua nodded: "I thought about what you said that day, and I finally understood what you meant..."

His tall figure melted into the darkness, and suddenly stopped: "That day, I was drunk."

Pei Ming interrupted Li Hua's words, only explained this sentence, and closed the door with a 'bang'.

Li Hua stood outside the house, looking at the closed door, slightly startled.

Was drunk?

A drunk person can calmly cast a blinding illusion, and can take away all the wine jars in the carriage in an instant, so as to cope with the Yuwei Daojun with ease?

Li Hua naturally didn't believe what Pei Ming said, but he could also see that Pei Ming didn't want to say more.

He stomped on the spot for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the door into the room.

Pei Ming has removed the blinding illusion, and is now sitting on the edge of the couch, untying the white gauze wrapped around his palm.

As the layers of gauze fell off, Li Hua saw his palm intact, and for a while, he couldn't say that his emotions were complicated.

It turned out that Pei Ming had healed the wounds on his hands and feet. He thought that Pei Ming would continue to leave the wound and abuse himself because of the suture of the wound on the back of A Ding's waist.

"Why don't you leave?" Pei Ming finished removing the gauze, took out a set of honey-colored lingerie from the storage ring, raised his eyes and glanced at Li Hua: "If you have something to say, I still have something to do."

Li Hua couldn't help but wonder: "It's so late, where are Daojun Wu Zang going to change his clothes?"