MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 88 eighty-eight tripods

◎He is already covered with filth◎

After a long time without water, the originally clear and pleasant voice became low and hoarse, with a slight tremor in the voice.

Song Dingding hung his fingertips on the side of his face, frozen in the air, as if it had been frozen, and would not move.

Why did you suddenly wake up?

The Song family's wife clearly watched him gobble down the medicated chicken soup with her own eyes. What the **** was going on?

The teenager seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and the other arm hanging by his side slowly pushed out the soup bowl hidden behind him.

From the first sip of the medicated chicken soup, he felt that some other condiments were added to the soup, but he didn't care, in short, he had already suffered too much, and it didn't matter if there was more.

However, when he saw the snow cabbage, bamboo shoots and chicken in the white porridge, he immediately remembered what she had said.

- It would be better if you put some pickled vegetables, diced bamboo shoots and chicken in the porridge.

That was the first sentence she said when she was locked in the wing by the dragon princess, he rescued her, and when she woke up and saw the white porridge in his hand.

He remembered very clearly, not only the word she said, but every word she said to him.

Every day when he was imprisoned in the cellar, where the sun was dark, he would repeatedly think of her appearance, words and deeds.

He knew that in the days to come, he would never see Song Dingding again, because she had never come to visit him on the island since she left without saying goodbye.

Until the memory became blurred, and the mind and soul had become cloudy, he finally gradually forgot everything about her.

But when the snow cabbage bamboo shoots chicken porridge appeared in front of him, he realized that it was not easy to forget the past.

The boy let go of her hand, raised his hand and knocked over the soup bowl. After the Song family and his wife left, he put his finger on the chicken soup that had vomited out of his throat, mixed with sticky gastric juice and turbidity, and sprinkled her with his foot.

He was already covered in filth, but she was still bright and beautiful, like a shining star hanging in the night sky, unattainable.

"roll-"

Hurry up, why did you come to see him, why did you look at him with such pity for a stray dog ​​after three years without saying goodbye?

What kind of medicated chicken soup, pretending to be kind and compassionate, to make him such an accomplice, isn't it her parents?

It's utterly disgusting.

The beam of light that hit him through the thick wooden planks on the cellar could not warm his body, but the light that shone into the abyss, once it left, it would be a sin.

Unless that beam of light, like him, was pulled into a quagmire, covered in dirt, imprisoned in a dark place, tortured and insulted every day, and a chain was tied around his neck like a dog, and the feeling that life is worse than death .

The young man roared fiercely, like an injured lone wolf, his eyes were full of hysterical madness, and he wanted to bite her neck with sharp teeth.

Song Dingding didn't move, she should have fled, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not be lifted heavy.

In the end, she still saw the hatred in his eyes, and her heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness: "Three years ago, I went to the beach for an appointment."

"My father and mother didn't want me to be involved with you, so they left by boat while I was sleeping. I woke up on the way, and I returned to the island after being forced to die..."

Her voice was not loud, but it was enough to quiet the maddened him.

It's just that after these three years, the teenager no longer believes in anyone, let alone her words.

Since the day he was born, he has lived among the lies that people have woven.

Even his mother, who raised him and taught him to grow up from babble, never really treated him.

In the past, every smile, every word that his mother gave him, every gesture and expression with love, were all fake.

The mother who raised him for thirteen years is like this, not to mention Song Dingding, a 'friend' who has only known him for three days?

Although he didn't believe her words, the young man calmed down and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was too lazy to say a word to her.

Song Dingding saw his distrust, and she pursed her lips: "You wore a honey-colored silk robe that day, and your silver hair was **** with a jade hairpin."

She only had time to glance at him, and was dragged back to the ground by the hand behind her, but that glance was enough to make her remember his beautiful scenery, like a boy in a painting.

The boy's eyelashes trembled twice, and the palms in his sleeves were tightly clenched where no one could see them.

The blue veins buried under the skin bulged, and he used all his strength to restrain himself.

That day, as she said, he put on a honey-colored silk robe and **** his silver hair, but what could he do?

He had been waiting for her on the island, and from evening to dawn the next day, he had not seen her at all.

Song Dingding didn't know how to explain to him that she was attacked and left here through a mirror.

Today's teenager has suffered the betrayal of everyone around him, and the double blow of his mind and body has made him lose the ability to trust others.

He didn't even believe what she was saying now. If she told the truth that she had traveled here a few years later, she was forced to leave last time, and he would not believe her words.

It would be difficult for him to get him to accept it all at once. Rather than pressing step by step, it would be better to give him some time and let him calm down.

"Even if you're angry with me, let me help you fix your leg bones first..." Song Dingding didn't get angry because he yelled or knocked over the filth in the soup bowl, she squatted beside him and asked cautiously : "Okay, big brother?"

This familiar big brother made the young man in a trance for a moment.

He hadn't heard this title for a long time, so long that he even forgot about it. It turned out that he had a short-lived freedom in the past.

He ignored her, but he didn't yell anymore, just curled up and hid in the darkness, as if he was asleep.

Before Song Dingding came, he had already prepared all the things he needed for bone-setting. Seeing that he was silent at this time, he approached him tentatively.

She knew that the cellar had seeped into the rain and that the ground was wet and muddy, so she made three mops by hand from the drapery in the house and the clothes of the original owner.

She took out the broom and mop from the storage ring, first swept away the mud and filth on the ground, and then used the mop to mop all the places under his chain that could sit nearby.

There are also ten buckets of clean well water in the storage ring. After she briefly cleaned it, she dipped a mop in water and carefully mopped every corner.

After cleaning up other places, Song Dingding looked at the wet pool of water under the boy and couldn't help but make trouble.

How was she going to get him to move away?

If she said it directly, he should ignore her.

If she hugs him horizontally, let's not say whether she has the strength to pick him up, who is about 1.8 meters tall.

Even if she could hold it, he had to let her touch it.

Although the boy closed his eyes, he could feel the movement of her sweeping and mopping the floor. Seeing that there was no sound beside him, his eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

He thought she was gone, but not only did she not, but she also held a broom in her hand and stared at him without blinking.

Seeing him look over, Song Dingding gave him a friendly smile, but he turned away angrily.

The juvenile's leg bones below the knee were broken, he knew he was in the way, but he didn't want to crawl in front of her.

Although he has long lost his dignity, in front of her, he is still the stubborn and proud boy three years ago.

He silently stretched out his palm hidden in his sleeve to the wet ground, and there was a pair of long iron chains on the shackles that locked his ankles.

He clenched the iron chain tightly, used all his strength, mobilized his immobile legs, and slowly moved towards a clean place.

The young man's movements were so slow and difficult that Song Dingding felt a pain in his throat, his chest was slightly blocked, and he couldn't breathe.

She really wanted to reach out to help him, but she also understood that if she reached out, she would bury him in the bottom of her heart, destroying the little self-esteem she had.

Song Dingding didn't move, she just stood there, watching him dragging his battered body inwards little by little.

It wasn't until he completely removed the water under him and gave her a place to clean, he stopped and let out a sigh of relief.

Song Dingding's eyes were slightly moist, she sniffed, wiped away the tears that overflowed from her eyes, clenched the broomstick in her hand, and cleaned the mud on the ground little by little.

After she cleared the last piece of space, she squatted beside him and took out the things she needed for bone-setting from the storage ring.

The boy was imprisoned in the cellar for three years. Because the dragon princess often came to the cellar to torture him, someone would wipe his body every three or five days, and then change his clothes to keep him clean.

If it wasn't for the rain just the day before, he wouldn't have been tossed with dirt, and even his shirt would have disappeared.

The boy was a little ashamed, he didn't even dare to turn his head to look at her.

He knew that he shouldn't have such thoughts, and her parents also took half of the credit for what the Dragon Princess did to him.

And he did nothing wrong, she should be the one to be ashamed.

But he couldn't control his thoughts, his hatred and disgust for himself were rooted in his heart like vines, and he quickly climbed the rock and slammed, wrapping his whole heart tightly.

Song Dingding didn't know what he was thinking, she held the soaked cotton cloth, her palm gradually approached his ankle, and the cold wet cotton cloth gently fell on the hot skin.

He was having a fever, and it seemed to be burning so badly that he could feel it through a layer of wet cloth, and the temperature was scorching.

She pursed her lips and wiped the muddy skin with a damp cloth. He didn't move with his back to her, and seemed to be asleep, but she knew in her heart that he just didn't want to care about her.

When he touched the leg bone, the flesh and blood on the calf trembled almost undetectably, and the heart-piercing pain swept through the whole body. He frowned and gritted the roots of his teeth without making a sound.

Song Dingding seemed to be aware of his subtle movements, so he quickly relaxed his strength, bypassed his broken leg bone, and wiped elsewhere.

Because of the rain, he was covered in muddy water, especially his upper body covered with scars.

Anyway, she was not in a hurry to leave, but luckily she cleaned up the other dirty places.

Song Dingding wiped for half an hour, and the boy froze for half an hour like a sculpture.

She could feel the temperature through the cloth, and he could feel the temperature of her fingertips through the cloth.

Xu is the reason for washing the cotton cloth with well water over and over again. Her fingertips are cold, like ice cubes, which play a role in cooling.

He has had a fever for many days, and in the three years he was imprisoned in the cellar, he spent almost all of it in fever and pain, and he had even forgotten what it was like to be without pain.

"It might hurt a bit."

Song Dingding's voice trembled, obviously slightly nervous. She rubbed the cartilage cream that Mrs. Song gave her to her palm, and after rubbing it back and forth, her palms covered his calf.

The world of immortality is different from modern medicine. After the cartilage cream penetrates into the pores of the skin, after a while, his bones will be softened like noodles.

She took advantage of the softening of the leg bone to straighten the leg bone, and then fixed the side of the leg with a bandage. After the effect of the cartilage cream faded, the straightened leg bone slowly healed after a period of time.

If the teenager has the ability to heal and regenerate, after she straightens the leg bone and fixes it, he will keep it for two or three days, and the leg bone will be fully healed.

According to Mrs. Song, after the cartilage cream is absorbed by the skin, it will be like chili sauce, and it will hurt to the bone.

But if he didn't use this method to heal his leg bones, but waited until he healed himself, it would take at least ten days, then the pain he suffered at that time would be thousands of times more painful than this short moment.

Song Dingding thought about it, long pain was better than short pain, he had to take good care of his leg bones before he could talk about the issue of escaping.

She asked Mrs. Song to give him medicine, not entirely for her own desires, but also because she could not feel pain after falling asleep.

It's too late to say this now, since he's awake, she can only move as gently as possible to ease his pain.

The boy felt her movements cautiously, and lightly pursed his lips.

In fact, there is no need, and it is not the first time that he has been boned. When a bone is broken, it hurts ten thousand times more than a bone. What is this pain?

Song Dingding stared at his legs intently, for fear that he had made a wrong step, and he didn't even notice the sound of footsteps coming from outside the secret passage.

The boy froze slightly when he heard the sound outside the secret passage.

He was really too familiar with the footsteps of that woman, the woman who raised him with her own hands, and pushed him into the endless **** with her own hands.