MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 102 The one hundred and second tripod

◎He is Pei Ming◎

He was going to ask her in person.

The young man clearly knew what the ending would be when he went to the Song family, but he left the cellar firmly without any hesitation.

With the sound of rumbling, the door of the secret passage was opened.

At the moment when the secret passage was closed and the footsteps completely disappeared, Song Dingding finally stopped struggling.

It was useless, Madam Song cheated her.

She can't change the past. Destiny is like a vine in an ancient castle, clinging to it tightly. Even if you cut off this one, there are countless intricate and intertwined vines that will entangle them.

It's just that Song Dingding can't understand, if so, what is the purpose of swallowing the dragon ball to bring her back to the past, and what is the reason for the system to select her and bind her to this world?

Since no matter what you do, it is a waste of time, and what about every cause and effect? ​​What about my destiny?

His fate is not up to him, and neither is hers.

If so, what is she struggling with?

Song Dingding gave up.

When the idea of ​​giving up is born, people feel exhausted.

It's just that she doesn't have to struggle repeatedly in painful choices, and she doesn't have to wander between hope and despair, which made her break free from suffocation, as if she had obtained some relief.

But there is no hope, and no effort is required.

She felt that her consciousness was gradually dissipating, as if something was swallowing her soul, and it would soon eat her away to the point of vanishing, and eventually return to nothingness.

But she was tired, didn't want to move, and no longer had the strength to move.

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The young man was not afraid of heights, although he did not see others flying by Yujian with his own eyes, but he still stepped on the long sword in a similar manner according to the words of the third elder.

The first time he took the sword, he flew to the ground smoothly.

Now is the time when the light is faintly exposed, the fish maw that appears on the horizon is a faint bluish white, and a hazy light envelopes the earth.

The light of dawn was soft, but the young man raised his arm subconsciously, blocking his black eyes.

He hadn't seen the sun for too long, even such a light halo seemed so bright and dazzling.

The island was dead silent. The two servants who were guarding the cellar were dozing off. The two were leaning against the tree and looked up. The greenery was mixed with withered yellow.

It turned out to be autumn.

The boy didn't know what to think, he followed the route he remembered and groped towards his yard.

The leaf Song Dingding plucked for him was stained with blood, and he could no longer see the original appearance of the sycamore leaf.

He wanted to take another look at the sycamore tree planted in the yard.

The boy met the dumb slave at the gate of the courtyard.

The dumb slave is still the same, with dark skin and thin skin, like an apple shriveled by the sun.

They haven't seen each other for three years, and the eyes of the two met, as if they were back many years ago.

Compared to Tianjun, Dumb Slave is more like his father. He is not strict and can't speak, but it is such a Dumb Slave who gave him the lack of fatherly love and affection when he was young.

Without the notebook and charcoal pen, the dumb slave couldn't communicate with the boy, but his slightly moist eyes seemed to have expressed his thoughts that he couldn't express.

Looking at the reddened eyes of the dumb slave, the young Cui Leng's eyes were stained with some warmth: "I'm fine."

As he walked in, he asked, "When did Dingding leave?"

The dumb slave gestured a 'three' with his fingers. The boy wanted to say something, and his eyes swept to the plane tree in the yard that was cut down by the waist, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

The sycamore tree blooms in May and bears fruit in September, but this sycamore tree is only a bare half dead tree, apparently it has been cut down for a long time.

He looked down at the phoenix tree leaf in his hand, this was the only request he had made to Song Dingding after his reunion with her.

The boy hoped that when she came to see him next time, she would bring him a sycamore leaf.

She agreed and did it.

But there is only this sycamore tree on the island. The sycamore tree in his yard was cut down in the middle and has long since died. Where did she find the sycamore leaves?

The young man did not dare to think deeply.

He was afraid, just as the dead third elder said, that she was sent by the Song family to approach him and gain his trust, so she was willing to go to great lengths to satisfy his request.

He subconsciously clenched the sycamore leaf in his hand, the dried leaf was torn apart by the fingertips, and the broken leaf fell from the gap in the palm of his hand.

The young man came back to his senses, squatted down quickly, and carefully picked up the broken sycamore leaves that fell into the soil.

He did not believe that Song Dingding was such a person.

He is going to see her.

"Do you still have my original clothes in the house?"

The dumb slave nodded, walked into the east wing where he lived, and took out a set of well-preserved robes from the wing.

The robe is a thin persimmon color, and it looks so bright and warm, just as it was made three years ago.

Since the teenager broke through the dialogue between the dragon princess and Tianjun, the dragon princess destroyed everything about the boy on the island.

Whether it was the phoenix tree that symbolized the phoenix phoenix, or his robes and daily necessities, this thin persimmon-colored robe was secretly left by the dumb slave.

The young man looked at the dumb slave with a slightly grateful expression. He took the robe and walked into the room to bathe and change.

The robe was made three years ago, and it is a bit small now, but it looks better than the ragged appearance.

He was about to turn around and leave, but the dumb slave grabbed his arm. The dumb slave took out a small mirror from his sleeve and handed it to the boy.

The dumb slave raised his hand and gestured twice, indicating that his hair was messed up.

The young man was stunned for a moment, took the mirror, raised his hand to tie up his silver hair, and tied his ponytail high, revealing obsidian-like eyes.

The broken hair on his forehead hung down and moved with the wind. He picked up a small mirror and walked to the island step by step, stepping on the worn iron sword.

He didn't know where the Song family was, but he just heard from the Song family and his wife that the wind in the winter where they lived was dry and cold, and their cheeks were always flushed.

He guessed that it was in the north, and every time the Song family and his wife came to the island, they traveled by boat, which probably took less than a day.

If it was Yu Jian, he would definitely be able to reach the Song family faster.

The young man went all the way north, and after three days, he found Yingzhou Island, where the Song family lived, from the islands of all sizes in the three continents and Jiuzhou.

Tianjun and the third elder originally agreed that once the Mid-Autumn Moon Banquet was over, he would bring the young man back to the Song family to have his heart cut out and exchange his heart with Prince Yuan.

But the three elders evaporated, and the boy in the cellar disappeared.

Just when Tianjun was furious and even lost his mind, when he was about to take the Song family for an operation, the boy found the Song family.

Because of the boy's disappearance, the entire Song family was in chaos. No one expected that he would come to the Song family by himself.

Therefore, when the daughter of the Song family had dinner and met the boy walking in the Song family garden, a trace of consternation appeared on her face.

She quickly recognized the boy's identity.

Because she had seen the portraits of the boy and the dragon princess in the boy's room, the painter failed to draw the boy's demeanor, even though he was so down and out, he was still as graceful as jade.

After the Song family was imprisoned, her current status became very embarrassing. They were like burdens. Not only could they not help her in the slightest, but they would also drag her back.

Tianjun handed over the responsibility of cutting out the heart to the third elder, and the third elder had always been at odds with the Song family couple. Even if she killed her relatives righteously this time, sent a favor to the princess of the dragon family, and expressed her loyalty to Tianjun, she could not get along from the three. Seizing power in the hands of the elders.

When she was about to give up, who knew that the third elder had disappeared from the world, and the teenager who was supposed to be in the cellar disappeared.

Now that this young man appeared in front of her eyes, God was helping her.

Against the moonlight, the boy walked towards her step by step, the chain dragged on the ground, making a harsh rubbing sound.

"Dingding, why didn't you come to me?"

Wearing Song Dingding's most beloved color, he stopped in front of her, holding a double-edged dagger in his hand. That was mercy, the mercy that Song Dingding gave him.

He obviously looks like a wicked ghost, but in front of her, he seems so humble and low in the dust, as if he is going to be low in the dust.

He is not questioning, not angry, but with a hint of hope, and the broken light called hope is flowing in his black eyes.

The boy didn't ask her to explain anything, even if she said a word and she forgot, he would forgive her immediately.

The wind in the Song family garden was still, he was waiting for her answer, and so was the wind.

But she didn't say anything.

Just looked at him coldly, as if looking at a cold body with no temperature.

Until his heart was completely cold, he finally heard her say: "Catch him, he is Pei Ming-"

Her voice was so sharp, so loud, but there was only a loud humming in his ear, as if he didn't hear anything.

It was as if the wind blew away, and she never said that.

He stood in a daze until countless servants rushed towards him frantically, someone who didn't know who grabbed the wooden latch of the door and broke his leg from behind.

The boy fell down, but he still raised his head, stubbornly looking at the familiar face.

That was Song Dingding.

A few days ago, he also said that he would protect Song Dingding well in the future.

Somebody grabbed the chain behind his neck, and the man dragged him back with force, like dragging a dead dog.

The young man tilted his head and looked at her stubbornly, looking forward to seeing even a trace of reluctance or guilt in her eyes.

But no, not one cent.

The young man struggled unwillingly, crawling on the ground, his fingers tightly clasped on the blue and white bricks, his fingernails rubbed and bloodied, dragging his broken legs and iron chains, slowly crawling forward.

He raised the paper crane in his hand diligently, clicked the bird's beak, and a clear and sweet voice slowly came out from the recording crane: "Good night, big brother."

He hurriedly took out the broken sycamore leaf, and clenched his blood-hardened teeth: "Dingding..."

The servant hit him on the head with a wooden latch, and his voice came to an abrupt end, with blood flowing down the top of his head.

The boy fell to the ground, his face pressed against the cold blue-and-white brick, and the roar of the wind filled his ears.

The blood smeared into his eyes, and he heard the sound of his heartbeat, which was gradually slowing down, thump, thump, so clear, so powerful.

He knew that this would be the last time he heard his own heartbeat.

After that, he will no longer suffer, no longer be confused.

The young man tried his best to open his heavy eyes, he wanted to look at her one last time, just one last look.

But what she left for him was just a distant back, with a hazy blood color that looked so blurry.

His eyelashes fluttered twice, his teeth clenched tightly, as if murmured, he opened his lips.

- Song Dingding.

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