MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 85 eighty-five tripods

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Song Dingding knew very well that it would be hard not to cause misunderstandings in such a situation.

And Li Hua is now on the verge of collapse. If he confronts her head-on, he might listen to Li Tan's nonsense and kill her as Li Zhi's murderer.

She was a little unwilling to leave like this, but she also understood that if she didn't leave, she would have no chance.

Song Dingding clenched the double-edged short sword in his hand, looked at Li Tan on the ground, gritted his teeth, and stabbed two more swords in his back as if venting his hatred.

Aunt Liu is not a good thing, and so is Li Tan.

No matter what good things Li Zhi has, he will remember to leave a copy for Aunt Liu. As soon as he got the pork that Daojun Wuzang bought that day, he had already thought about giving half a catty to Aunt Liu.

And Li Zhi himself was reluctant to eat it, so he only cut two taels of pork at noon, and the rest was marinated, ready to be eaten when Li Hua came back.

In the end, Aunt Liu saw that there was a man in Li Zhi's family, so she accepted the money from the gangster with peace of mind, thinking that what she did was just eradicating the scourge.

To put it bluntly, she was just mentally unbalanced, and felt that the child bride-in-law she fancy was having an affair with another man. Since she couldn't be Li Tan's wife, why should she care about Li Zhi's life and death.

With the gold, Li Tan can leave this shabby village and go to the city to buy a yard. It is not a problem at all to marry a wife and have children.

And Li Tan.

He clearly knew Aunt Liu's filthy thoughts, but because he had a hidden illness and was so poor, he acquiesced to Aunt Liu's thoughts.

He tricked Li Zhi into calling him 'Tan Lang'. In a place where fame and festivals are important, if such an ambiguous name was spread out, it would be tantamount to ruining Li Zhi's reputation.

He just wanted to break Li Zhi's wings, so that Li Zhi had to become his caged sparrow to satisfy his own desires.

Damn Li Tan like Aunt Liu, this disgusting mother and son, thanks to Li Zhishi thinking about them in advance!

Song Dingding saw that he was struggling to crawl out, a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes, Li Zhi was tortured, and if Li Tan simply died, it would be too cheap for him.

She grabbed his ankle, lifted it up, and brought the crescent-shaped double-edged dagger close to his heel. With a little force, she severed his hamstring.

She studied medicine and is most familiar with various parts of the human body. If it wasn't for the lack of time, she would definitely entertain Li Tan.

Now that he has become an ear, she has stabbed him twice in the kidney area to avoid the key point, and torn off his hamstring. Even if he survives, he will surely live in the torture of life worse than death for the rest of his life.

What can he do with gold, no matter how rich he is, he cannot cure his physical disability.

After Li Tan saw the gold, he subconsciously bolted the door from the room, which bought Song Dingding some time. Before Li Hua kicked the door and entered, she found a mirror.

She stretched out her hand towards the mirror, and after a burst of dazzling light, she subconsciously raised her hand to block her eyes, and then fell into darkness.

Song Dingding felt a little bad in his heart.

The last time I went back, it was the same as being thrown into the drum washing machine. Why did I no longer feel it when my eyes were darkened this time?

She could vaguely hear a tick tick in the darkness, as if it was the sound of water droplets slowly falling down along something.

In the boundless darkness, her numb fingertips trembled slightly, and when she ignored a sharp pain, she sat up suddenly and opened her eyes.

It's still pitch black, but this kind of black is different from the darkness that was shrouded in fine spider webs, at least it can make people breathe and no longer feel suffocated.

Song Dingding knew that she hadn't traveled back. After all, she had the experience of traveling through swallowing the Dragon Ball last time, so she probably knew how it felt to go back.

She was not in a hurry to shout or call for help, and the burning sensation in her lower limbs made her very awake.

She stared at the pitch-dark front for a long time, her eyes finally getting used to the darkness around her.

Song Dingding felt a little damp on her hands, her eyes slowly fell on her palms, she spread her palms, and rubbed the clay on her fingertips with her two fingers.

In the other palm, the cold and hard touch seemed to be something like a dagger, and her fingertips fell on it and brushed it gently, and she couldn't help being stunned.

The double-edged dagger in her hand seems to belong to Li Zhi?

When Song Dingding reached out to touch the mirror, he didn't have time to drop the short sword that Li Zhi used to carve wood, but he brought it along with him.

She ran her thumb across her index finger, and when she saw a raised scar, she probably knew that she might have worn it on the original owner again.

However, she didn't know exactly when the time traveled to.

Just as she was contemplating, there was a faint sound of the iron chain ringing around in the dead silence.

She followed the sound, only to realize that the sound was coming from above her head.

With the sound of 'squeak', someone hung a thick wooden board with a chain high above his head, and the bright moonlight poured in along the gap.

Song Dingding stepped back subconsciously, avoiding the dark place, so as not to expose the trace.

Facing the moonlight, she saw clearly where she was, which was a cellar more than ten meters deep.

Xu is just after a rain, the rain seeped from the gaps in the wooden planks like a manhole cover above, and the ground was wet and muddy.

There was a dusty wine jar in the distance, with a yellow talisman on it. Song Dingding could feel that a spirit formation was set up here, and among the scattered wine jars, one of them might be the eye of the formation.

She didn't know much about this, so she didn't dare to move the formation, so she could only hide in the dark and watch the changes.

After the wooden plank covering the cellar was completely lifted by the iron chain, there was a man in a gray servant's clothes, holding something like a gong and drum in his hand, and raised his hand to knock it.

Then, in the darkness not far from her, there was a sound of iron chains colliding, and a dark figure slowly climbed out of the darkness.

The moonlight shone on him, and he looked pale and colorless. The thin arms were full of mud, and he was naked, showing the bloodstains on his back, and crawling forward with difficulty.

The man in the cellar threw down a water hyacinth and two dry steamed buns, with a slight sarcasm on his face: "I heard that you upset the lady again yesterday and starved you for five days, why? Do you study well?"

"These two steamed buns were sent by the Song family's patriarch to the island as a guest. Madam graciously asked me to send them. If you dare to do this again next time, I will starve you for seven or eight days. I will see how hard your bones are. !"

Saying that, he spat into the cellar, and with a sneer, he re-closed the wooden planks on the cellar with iron chains.

The only illuminating moonlight gradually disappeared, and the thin figure lying still on the ground seemed to be accustomed to this kind of humiliation.

He lowered his head, looked at the steamed buns that fell in the distance, raised his weak arms, and crawled over a little bit.

However, he was wearing shackles on his ankles, and the shackles were tightly attached to the iron chains. The two shriveled steamed buns were close at hand, but he was tightly bound by the iron chains, and it was difficult to move forward an inch.

He raised his face, his muddy palms stretched forward, and there were some dry sounds in his throat.

Facing the disappearing moonlight, Song Dingding could clearly see his blood-stained face - he was the Daojun Wuzang when he was young.

Qingzhi's face opened slightly, his face like cold jade was covered in blood, his lips and teeth were red and white, and his silver hair was wet and scattered behind him.

Besides being embarrassed, she didn't think of a better adjective to describe him now.

She finally understood when she had time traveled.

- This is before Wuzang Daojun was gouged out of his heart.

Song Dingding looked at the steamed buns and water hyacinth that had fallen in front of her, and pursed her lips.

The instant the steamed bun fell, it rolled out of the ground and was covered in a layer of muddy water, shriveled and dirty.

The man said that he hadn't eaten for five days. If it wasn't for the heavy rain last night and the rain seeped through the cracks in the planks, he would definitely die of thirst.

Nobody cares if he lives or dies, they just need his heart.

At this moment, what Song Dingding cares about most is that the Dragon Princess has taught him for so many years in order to prevent the awakening of the evil spirit in the youth's blood.

She didn't understand, why did she change her old face and suddenly imprison him in this place where the sun did not see the light before she could gouge out her heart?

Could it be because the young man discovered the truth of the heart gouging, and in a hurry, he went to confront the princess of the dragon clan.

Seeing that the matter was exposed, the princess of the dragon family fortunately stopped hiding her ugly and evil true face and ordered the boy to be imprisoned here?

If this is the case, then he discovered the truth in advance, does it have anything to do with her experience of crossing to the island?

Although it's kind of cruel.

But the same is to gouge out the heart, if the final outcome cannot be changed.

Then the day when Jin Yi Yu Shi lived to gouge out her heart, compared with the day she was imprisoned and tortured until she found out the truth, she would choose the former.

That's why she didn't tell him the truth directly on the island, but wanted to tell him the truth after taking him away from the island through the Song family and his wife.

No one can accept it, asking his mother for help every day, and carefully teaching his mother, in fact, he hates him to the core and just wants to gouge out his heart.

He would definitely not be able to accept the reality and couldn't help but question the 'mother'. At that time, it would be the beginning of his fall into the abyss of eternal doom.

Song Dingding did not approach the boy.

She has crossed twice, but not once has changed what has happened in the past. Since the past cannot be changed, what she does now is just useless.

It's all useless...isn't it?

Her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and the sound of the chains colliding was clearly heard beside her ears, which brought her back to her senses.

Song Dingding raised his eyes and looked at him.

His arms fell to the ground, and if it wasn't for the trembling of his fingertips, she even thought he was dead.

He might have fainted, he might have been hungry, or he might have had scars all over his back.

Reason told her that she shouldn't be near him anymore.

She couldn't change the ending of Daojun Wuzang last time, and it's the same now.

And he didn't see the handkerchief she left under the beach of the island. He thought she would leave without saying goodbye, and he must have hated her.

Why should she appear in front of him again to awaken his unpleasant memories?

That being said, Song Dingding knew that he had no cultivation, let alone fasting, and if he didn't eat, he would starve to death.

She rolled the water hyacinth over, and the two steamed buns covered with mud were wiped clean with the clothes on her body, then tore off a small piece of cloth, wrapped the cold and hard steamed buns, and threw them in his hand.

She sat there and didn't move, wanting to see if he could wake up again, but she waited for a long time until his trembling fingers stopped moving, and finally her emotions overwhelmed her reason.

As a medical student, it is in nature to save lives and heal wounds. Even if the ending cannot be changed, he cannot just watch him die in front of him.

Song Dingding wanted to stand up, but there was a burning pain in his leg bones.

She couldn't help hissing and took a cold breath, opened the storage ring on her index finger, put Li Zhi's double-edged dagger in, and took out the Huozhezi.

She used the torch to illuminate it, and found a five- or six-inch blood hole on her knee, but it didn't bleed much, but it looked a little oozing.

I don't know how many years have passed since the departure from the island, Song Dingding felt that the original owner had grown a lot taller, and even put on a storage ring.

The space in the ring was also filled with herbal medicines and medical books, presumably the original owner has been working very hard in recent years.

Song Dingding simply bandaged, and limped to the boy's side.

She first put her finger between his neck and felt the pulse speed. After confirming that he was okay, she took the fire stick and looked around for some things that could light up.

There were no candles in the cellar, but there was a wooden chair not far away. Song Dingding split the chair with a double-edged dagger and split the chair into long wooden heads.

The time the man had opened the cellar door just now was too short, she couldn't tell what the current weather was like, she just felt that his body was hot, and she wondered if it was a fever caused by an infection of the wound.

In ancient times, even a small cold could kill a person, not to mention that he was covered in scars, and he was locked in this damp and cold place and starved for five days.

After Song Dingding lit the wood, he put out the fire.

She didn't dare to burn too much wood, for fear that the cellar would not be ventilated, and she would accidentally be poisoned by carbon dioxide.

The flames were just enough to light up the cellar, and she faced the flames that danced left and right, and she could see his current situation clearly.

The boy is not only wearing shackles on his feet, but also around his neck, but the iron chains around his neck are a bit longer.

I don't know what the shackles were made of, and it was faintly cold. She just touched it accidentally, and she was frozen.

Song Dingding tried to cut the shackles with a double-edged dagger, but after a few strokes, the shackles did not respond at all, so she could only give up.

He was too tall, so she took him back half-dragging and half-holding, took out some sun-dried herbs from the original owner's storage ring, put them on the damp ground, and put him on the herbs.

Song Dingding was so tired that she was panting, but she didn't have time to rest, and the boy might wake up at any time.

She didn't know how to face him, so she could only leave here before he woke up.

She first fed him a little water with water hyacinth, so that his pale and dry lips were slightly moistened, and then she took out the heat-clearing and anti-inflammatory herbs from the storage ring, and prepared to crush it and apply it to the wound on his back.

There is nothing to mash the herbs here, she hesitated, put it between the teeth to chew, and spread it on his wound.

After dressing the wound, she cut the hard steamed buns into small pieces with a double-edged dagger.

In this way, after he wakes up, he can directly soak the steamed buns in water to eat, which can reduce the burden on his stomach.

After doing all this, Song Dingding stared at his legs a little bit.

His leg bone seemed to be broken, and when she was dragging him back just now, she noticed his calf sagging on the ground, twisted at an extremely strange angle.

It looked as if someone had forcibly broken the leg bone.

If it is dislocated, she can still help him connect it. How can she connect this broken leg?

Song Dingding hesitated for a moment, but still did nothing.

The structure of this leg bone is relatively complex. Depending on the degree of his fracture, it may be that both the tibia and fibula are broken. With such a serious degree, with her current ability, she cannot help him deal with it.

If you can't do it, you have to force yourself to do it, and in the end it will only aggravate his pain.

The slight sound of the chain made her come back to her senses.

Song Dingding hurriedly extinguished the burning wood, holding the fire book in his hand, and quickly left him.

She ran fast, and the embroidered shoes made no sound when they stepped on the mud. She remembered that the man who delivered the steamed buns just said, 'He angered the lady again'.

That is to say, dragon princesses often come here.

In her capacity, it is naturally impossible to jump directly from the ground more than ten meters above the ground.

There must be a way to the ground in this cellar, but it's just like a secret room, hidden in a corner.

The heavy wooden board pressed on the cellar completely blocked the moonlight. She could barely see the road ahead. In desperation, she could only ignite the fire.

Even if he saw the back, he might not recognize her.

Although she thought so, she still quickened her pace, for fear of being recognized by him.

She didn't want to face him, because she couldn't do anything, and because she didn't want to see his disgusted and disappointed eyes at her.

Fortunately, the cellar was big enough and there were many wine jars around, which made her feel a little more at ease.

Song Dingding walked straight to the wall. Even if there were a secret passage, it was impossible to set it by the boy's side.

And since the dragon princess often comes, the place with the secret passage should be cleaner than other places.

After inferring, she quickly found a relatively clean ground without mud.

Song Dingding stood on the ground and groped for a while against the wall. After a while, he heard a 'click'.

The wall was sunken inward, and with a faint sound, the secret passage hidden behind the wall slowly emerged.

This secret passage is not what she imagined with hundreds of stone steps leading to the ground, but a place similar to the cellar.

It's just that it's empty, there's no wine jar, looking up is the ground more than ten meters above.

I don't know, but I thought someone had dug a trap for hunting on the ground.

There was no wooden plank above the cellar to block it, and the moonlight shone down. She noticed that there were more than a dozen long swords in the wooden basket that looked like a trash can.

Song Dingding picked up one of them, looked at it for a moment, put it under his feet, and recited the formula to make the long sword fly.

She originally just wanted to try it, but she didn't expect that the long sword actually flew up. It seems that the original owner at this time, the consciousness has not been given to others.

I don't know what she remembered, she turned her head and glanced in the direction of the cellar, her eyes were a little confused, a little hesitant, complex emotions were intertwined, and her chest was slightly congested.

Song Dingding wants to find a long mirror and leave here.

Since nothing can be changed, staying here will only add to the sadness. It is better to get out as soon as possible to avoid getting deeper and deeper.

Finish