Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

After her mind went blank, the hand that was messing with her brain slowly faded away.

There was now a gloom in the bright and clear eyes, with a dagger-like ferocity, and the sharp gaze seemed to be able to cut a person's skin.

She has a very good temper, or to put it another way, she doesn't care about anything, so she is very easy to get along with.

This time, this unknown strong man really touched her sore spot.

What an impolite guy! Not only does he go into other people's minds and mess around, he even deletes and modifies them.

A clear brain, a brain that allows one to control the overall situation, is now being arbitrarily altered.

It really makes me uncomfortable no matter how I think about it, this damn, rude guy.

Song Shutong seemed to be sitting obediently on the soft bed, with his hair lying softly on his cheeks and his hands clenched empty, looking very harmless.

When he felt mentally unsafe, Song Shutong did not choose to look for ways of revenge in his mind.

Although such behavior feels great, it will most likely cost her her life, unless she is so crazy that she doesn't want to live anymore.

But now she wants to live, so when facing an opponent who is far stronger than herself, she will not choose to provoke.

What should she do now? The answer is of course nothing.

Her mind is a mess now, so she should sort herself out first.

Song Shutong doesn't have the habit of writing a diary, but the items she uses are also a kind of diary.

All her personal belongings were kept in the portable space to prevent them from being touched when someone came to her room.

It is much more troublesome to throw away things and buy new ones on this holy mountain than at the foot of the mountain.

Based on Song Shutong's understanding of himself, he would start by checking the food, then the clothes and the notebooks he usually read.

After checking them one by one, Song Shutong couldn't help but sneer.

Did she have an affair with that extraordinary person, or in other words, who did she deceive this time?

It was a disaster, and the other person's parents came to settle the score with her.

Food that contains pure power, special costumes for little white flowers used to deceive innocent little boys, and flipped monster books.

She had too many books in her hands, and after checking again, she finally found the last piece of the puzzle to solve the mystery from the pile of books.

Song Shutong couldn't control his laughter and threw himself on the soft quilt, laughing so hard that tears came out.

She really is worthy of her name, she has such good taste.

With a cunning turn of his eyes, Song Shutong decisively took out a dagger from the space.

Without any hesitation, he fiercely cut a line on his white arm.

She didn't hold back at all this time, and you could even see the bloody and fleshy lines.

It hurts a lot, but pain is nothing to Song Shutong.

But Song Shutong soon discovered something was wrong.

The wound, which was as deep as a knuckle, healed just like that. With a slight itchy sensation, she unwrapped the wound and found that her snow-white arm had become smooth again.

The smile on her beautiful and elegant face gradually became crazy.

It was different, she was different, her broken, worthless body was different.

The pure spiritual power merged into her tendons and veins like a young swallow feeding a pigeon, and her useless tendons and dantian actually accepted them perfectly.

There was also a more mysterious and more holy power floating in the air, which kept drilling into her wounds after she was injured.

In just a few breaths, her wounds seemed as if they had never existed.

She laughed again, but she didn't know what she was laughing at. She was just happy, happy for no reason.

If there was another person in the room, they would be so scared that their legs would tremble at the crazy and pure smile on Song Shutong's face.

Her inky pupils were filled with madness and complacency, like an irrational lunatic.

The blood on the dagger had not yet disappeared, and Song Shutong stabbed his right arm even more fiercely than before.

This blow directly severed the tendons and veins, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. The originally rosy face turned pale as paper in an instant.

After Song Shutong's wound healed, the pure power that had returned to calm became active again.

Song Shutong felt the itch coming from the wound. When the wound was half healed, she thought casually in her heart.

If this time is any better, she will stab herself again.

Sure enough, as soon as this thought came to her mind, the healing of the wound on her arm stopped.

After staring at the wound for two seconds, she casually wrapped her arm. At this moment, she had forgotten the reason for her self-harm.

She had nothing in her mind, but just kept suggesting it to herself in her mind.

She had a noble and beautiful lover, but she remembered nothing about him.

She was injured now and couldn't even hold a thin book.

Where had her lover gone, what was he doing, and why did he turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the suffering she was going through.

What would she be thinking at this moment?

The brocade quilt with green bamboo patterns was dyed red, and the strong smell of blood made people feel nauseous uncontrollably.

The smile faded and she returned to her usual lazy look.

Flames burst out from the fingertips, and the faint blue light devoured the messy quilt completely without causing any damage to other objects.

After so many years of using spiritual power frugally, apart from other things, I have honed my accuracy in using magic.

Song Shutong finished washing up and walked out of the room, just as the bell to wake up the Holy Mountain rang.

All in all, she has been on the mountain for a month. Today is October 10th, and the Holy Mountain Festival is today.

Most of the knowledge that this group of priests have learned in this month will be used in this grand festival.

She was injured, but it was okay. She had rehearsed so many times that the injury would not have any impact.

Probably the only thing the weak are good at is patience.

Song Shutong smiled softly, and his pretty face was filled with a gentle smile, but it made people feel inexplicably gloomy.

She walked towards the still mild morning sun, her slender figure emitting an invisible barrier that isolated everyone who tried to approach her.

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The grand ceremony began, and the shamans in heavy ebony black robes were dancing in the palace.

A dull knocking sound was heard, and suddenly only one voice was left on the holy mountain.

Holy and elegant sacrificial music sounded, and a high platform rose in the center of the four halls. The musicians, with their eyes covered with plain satin, had slender fingers that looked rhythmic.

With four halls forming the four directions, the temple in the center welcomes the light from the horizon, and the colorful neon lights are like a bridge.

The bell rang, and the sedan chair carrying the Son of God set off from the south.

Unlike the singing and dancing in the four temples, the area surrounding the Son of God is silent, and any land where he descends will be stripped of all its decorations.

The moment the bell rang, the venerable on the platform stopped dancing for the gods, and the music stopped, unlike before.