MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 97 ninety-seven tripods

◎Dingding, don't go◎

Controlling the zombies requires a lot of green bamboo's spiritual power, but in this cellar full of formations, her spiritual power is already suppressed, and now she has to control Chili Jun's corpse, she seems a little powerless.

But Cuizhu has always been used to being cautious. While controlling the zombies around Chili-Jun's neck, she did not forget to observe Pei Ming's movements in the corner.

The result of doing two things with one mind is that Song Dingding, who seems to be a brainless and useless person, is completely ignored.

After all, Song Dingding had never even passed the Foundation Establishment Stage, so even if Cuizhu had no spiritual power, she was not necessarily a match for Cuizhu.

Song Dingding walked half a meter behind Cuizhu and stopped.

This is a safe distance. For those who practice martial arts, their backs are full of weaknesses and will not be easily exposed to outsiders.

If she is too close, Cuizhu will definitely notice the difference.

Her arms under her sleeves were tensed, perhaps because of her tension, her fingers clutching the double-edged dagger trembled like chaff, trembling uncontrollably.

Song Dingding raised his hand and pressed his arm, trying to make himself as calm as possible: "Cuizhu..."

Hearing Song Dingding calling his name, Cuizhu subconsciously turned around and was about to open his mouth to ask something, but a slender white arm suddenly appeared in front of him.

Cuizhu's half-opened lips trembled, she frowned tightly, tilted her head, and looked at her heart.

It was very cold in the cellar, but it was not as cold as the dagger pierced into her heart. She could clearly hear the sound of the blade digging into the flesh, and the blood seemed to flow back in her mind.

Song Dingding studied medicine, and she knows the organs of every part of the human body too well.

Opening the artery between Cuizhu's neck should be the safest and most deadly method, but she is not tall enough now, so she may not be able to reach Cuizhu's neck on tiptoe after Cuizhu turns around.

And if the aorta is cut open, the blood will pour out like a fountain, so that the whole body and floor are covered with blood, and it is very troublesome to clean up.

Compared with this method, which has a certain risk of failure, it is much simpler to stab Cuizhu's heart with a short sword.

Li Zhi's double-edged dagger was in the shape of a crescent moon. In order to prevent it from stabbing deep enough, Song Dingding stabbed the dagger into Cuizhu's heart and quickly pulled it away, stabbing the second sword in an instant.

At the moment when the dagger moved the flesh, blood flowed like a stream, and the seductive and dazzling liquid soaked the light blue clothes of the green bamboo, like a bamboo leaf splattered with blood, more delicate than a blooming rose.

This time, Cuizhu responded.

She felt that Song Dingding was about to pull out the sword, she subconsciously grabbed the blade that didn't go into her heart, as if she wanted to say something, but her mouth was full of blood.

The viscous blood blocked her throat, making it difficult for her to say a word. After all, Cuizhu could not stop the dagger from leaving her body. After Song Dingding drew the dagger for the second time, all her strength was at this moment was evacuated.

The cellar was so dark, but Song Dingding could clearly see the unwillingness and regret in his eyes before Cuizhu fell to the ground.

She never imagined that the girl who was less than twelve years old and a head shorter than her had another mature soul hidden in her body.

She didn't even know that Song Dingding came from the future and waited for days of forbearance and dormancy in order to change the fate of the boy in the cellar.

Cuizhu couldn't breathe because of the formation in the cellar, her throat was full of blood, and the rapid blood loss from her heart left her powerless to fight back, and she could only make a faint grunting sound in her throat.

Song Dingding raised her hand and covered Cuizhu's mouth to prevent Cuizhu from screaming for birth. She could hardly even make a sound. With full of unwillingness, the things in front of her gradually became blurred.

The zombie around Chili-Jun's neck lost the control of its master, and the corpse, which had long lost its voice, fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing Cuizhu's eyes slowly closing, Song Dingding felt a little flustered. This was the first time she had killed someone since she wore a book.

Even if she knew that this was an illusory world of immortal cultivation, it was just a book, but the modern education she had received since she was a child still made it difficult for her to overcome psychological obstacles.

Her heart seemed to be jumping into her throat, thumping so hard that she just clenched her double-edged short sword and stabbed at Cuizhu's arm, so numb that she was about to lose consciousness.

Song Dingding looked at his blood-stained, wet palms, and his eyes were in a trance.

She knew that the grass had to be eradicated, so she should add two more swords now to prevent Cuizhu from dying completely.

She grabbed her right wrist, which was shaking like a chaff sieve, with her left hand, and was about to raise her arm when suddenly there was a sound of iron chains colliding together in the cellar.

"Dingding?"

The boy who had been sleeping under the blood-stained wall woke up as soon as he heard footsteps.

It's just that he is not sure who is coming, and he is not in the mood to be sure. In short, apart from the Song family and his wife, it is the Dragon Princess and Cuizhu who will come to the cellar.

Hearing from the head of the Song family, Song Dingding was injured and comatose. Although her injuries were not too serious, she didn't know when she would wake up.

The young man was very tormented. He tossed and turned because he had wrongly blamed Song Dingding, and couldn't sleep all night.

In his hand, he held the sycamore leaf she gave, which was stained with her blood, and the bright red was dazzling.

He wanted to see her, at least to say thank you or sorry to her, but he couldn't see her, and he couldn't even get out of this dark, damp, dark cellar.

Unexpectedly, just when he was lost, Song Dingding's short voice came from behind the wine jar.

- Cuizhu.

Just these simple words made the young man recognize Song Dingding.

The young man got up hastily, and the pair of shackles locked on his ankles slammed into each other in a hurry, making the chains rattle.

He had already reached the most forward position, unable to breathe due to the shackles around his neck, but he still struggled forward, as if he could see Song hiding behind the wine jar as long as he took another step forward. Dingding.

But the wine jar was too high, like a large vat containing water, a head taller than the teenager, and nothing but darkness could be seen.

After a dead silence, a hoarse voice came from behind the wine jar: "I'm here."

Song Dingding slumped on the ground with some strength. She was pulled back to reality by the boy's voice. Looking at Cuizhu, who had lost her breath, she put down her dagger and tried to put her **** between the neck of Cuizhu.

Seeing that Cuizhu had no pulse, she gasped hard, her chest rising and falling, as if trying to calm her emotions.

She didn't want the young man to see himself in a state of despair after killing people, with his hands covered in blood.

Song Dingding propped up her body with her weak arms and stood up slowly. She dragged Cuizhu's body to the corner behind the wine jar and hid it. She hid aside to wipe off the blood on her hands, and changed into a clean one. clothes.

After finishing her grooming, she let out a light breath, relaxed her facial expression, and walked quickly to the boy on the other side of the cellar.

She walked out of the intricately arranged wine jars. The young man was in the darkness, and he could vaguely see the sun shining through the thick wooden planks on the cellar, casting a golden light into the cellar.

The light was under her feet, looking warm and pure.

Song Dingding walked towards the light, and the young man looked at her soft face shrouded in the holy light, with a hint of stunned expression in his eyes.

The Song Dingding in his impression was still three years ago. She was a beautiful and lovely little girl, like a girl doll who came out of a New Year's picture, with red lips and white teeth.

In a blink of an eye, her immature face gradually opened, and her appearance became more and more slim. In two years, it would be the year of her marriage, and it was time for the Song family to propose a marriage for her.

She is the bright moon and the breeze, and he is like a bug in a dark and damp corner, who can only live in this dark cellar, waiting for death to approach.

With such a difference between clouds and mud, the world is so disparate, how can he still be worthy of her?

The person who had been looking forward to Song Dingding's arrival day and night was a young man, but now that he saw her, he felt timid and retreated subconsciously.

The boy lowered his eyes, the shackles around his neck were close to his skin, and it was freezing to the bone.

"Big brother." Song Dingding seemed to sense his unease, and she whispered, "Mrs. Tianjun is imprisoned, Cuizhu..."

She paused for a moment: "Cuizhu is dead."

"In more than ten days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival night. At that time, the Song family will hold a moon viewing banquet. My parents will invite Tianjun and his wife to go to the Song family to attend the banquet."

"On that day, I will take you out of here."

Song Dingding didn't explain why Cuizhu died, and the boy didn't ask. He heard Cuizhu's whimper just now, but Song Dingding was the only one who finally came out from behind the wine jar.

He didn't need to ask any further, his heart was already clear.

Since she didn't want him to know, why did he have to smear his bright moon with the filthy blood of green bamboo.

The boy was silent for a long time, and the cellar was dead silent, and the silence was a little scary.

He didn't know what to say.

While Song Dingding was working hard and desperately for his freedom, he could only sit still and couldn't help her.

"Big brother..." Song Dingding called out softly. Seeing that he didn't respond, she pursed her lips and her drooping eyelashes trembled: "Then I'll go first."

Even though she had just changed a dress, her body still smelled of blood, and the blood of the green bamboo flowed along the crescent-shaped blade into the crevices of her fingernails, and every texture on her palm was oozing with blood. Dried blood.

Smart as a teenager, how could he not know where the **** smell on her came from.

He definitely didn't want to pay attention to her, thinking that she killed someone and got her hands dirty.

Song Dingding glanced at the young man who was close at hand, turned around, and slowly walked away.

As soon as she took a step, her arms suddenly tightened. He reached out and tapped her wrist, only to hear the clattering sound of the iron chains colliding, and the boy lowered his head and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Dingding, don't go."