The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse

◎Control (two shifts in one)◎

Pei Ming heard the words and looked down at her.

Her skin is better than snow, her cloud bun is foggy, and her temperament is clear and elegant. She is the daughter of the previous Immortal Palace Master Bai Zhou, whose name is Bai Qi.

Bai Qi was born weak and used to seeing the strong, and she decided to marry the strongest person in Sanlu and Jiuzhou since she was a child.

She only talks about the strongest, not about feelings.

No matter how much effort goes into chasing a man, as long as someone hears that a new strong man has appeared in Jiuzhou, he will immediately leave without a trace of memory.

Therefore, in her short life of more than 20 years, she has changed batches of the strongest Taoist companions, and the men she has scummed all over the three continents and nine continents...including Li Hua, who is teaching Song Dingding to practice swords in the manor.

In recent years, Bai Qi has put her mind on Pei Ming. In her words, he is a **** and has long silver-white hair, like a white fluffy sheep. Damn sweet and tempting people.

After that, Pei Ming became the man she had encountered the most times in her life.

Seeing him glance at her, she turned her head and continued to look into the manor. Bai Qi's face was slightly sullen: "Pei Ming! You won't want to report the grace of saving your life, will you?"

"Bai Qi." Pei Ming called softly.

"Yeah." Bai Qi rarely heard him call her so softly, and raised her lips slightly: "You figured it out? Are you going to marry me?"

"You have to remember that you are not dead yet..."

The goblet swung up with the arm, hit the colorful glass window, and shattered, leaving only the slender handle.

The sharp glass edges and corners pressed against her throat, and with just a little more force, they would plunge into her trachea.

Pei Ming chuckled: "It's my repayment."

Bai Qi was forced to raise her neck, her breathing stopped, and she could clearly hear the slow flow of blood in her blood vessels.

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty: "You want to kill me?"

The shattered glass edges and corners swam around her neck, and slowly, they stopped on the aorta: "Bai Qi, what you do has nothing to do with me."

"But if you dare to interfere in my affairs, I will make you Yuwei's dinner."

— Yuwei, dinner.

Bai Qi's smile froze on her face, her lips slightly pale.

She thought that what she had done was flawless, that she followed him into the secret realm of Tianmen, and she secretly observed his words and deeds... Just when she was having dinner, she planted Gu on Daojun Yuwei.

Yes, Daojun Yuwei faintly suffered from inner demons a few days ago, but far from hearing what Pei Ming was doing with other men, he became so irritable that he ran to question and go crazy.

She did tricks on Daojun Yuwei without authorization, and the gushing aggravated his inner demons, because my father said that if you want to control a man, you must first let him see your value.

But obviously, Pei Ming didn't care about her value at all.

Feeling a slight tingling in her neck, Bai Qi said expressionlessly, "I see."

She strode out of his room, took out a stack of thick little notebooks from her sleeves, and crossed out the words 'Baoen Tubao' with a charcoal pen.

After Bai Qi left, Pei Ming set up a blinding illusion, and followed out of the room.

The castle estate is partitioned by a winding hedge. In the center of the hedge is a fountain, surrounded by golden tulips, and the wind blows, bringing a floral fragrance.

Sweat slipped from her neck. She stood with her feet left and right, her knees bent and her arms straight in front of her. Her thigh muscles were sore and her calf was weak, trembling, as if she would fall over at any time.

Li Hua held the picked branches and swept towards her waist and shoulders: "If you want to practice swordsmanship, you must first have a solid foundation and lay a solid foundation."

The little flying insects lingered in front of her eyes and drilled into her ears. Song Dingding endured the unbearable itch and said with difficulty, "I, how long do I have to squat?"

"How long have you been squatting, just half an hour."

Li Hua said without hesitation, "It's your first time, so let's squat for two more hours."

Song Dingding: "..."

One hour is two hours, two hours is four hours, Li Hua wanted her to die.

It really is easy to talk about, but difficult to practice. He also said that he wanted to become stronger, but the result was directly stuck on the basic skills.

The calf trembled and made a final struggle, and the flying insect successfully got into her ears, and the itch that went straight to the sky led her to fall back and sit on the masonry.

Her chest rose and fell, and she panted dryly: "I can't take it any longer."

Li Hua was about to teach her a few words when he looked up and saw Pei Ming standing beside the flowerbed.

Daojun Wuzang regarded A Ding as a sacrifice, and he was good, not to mention that the sacrifice became a master and a disciple, and he was also ready to teach him what he had learned throughout his life.

But when he died, he just wanted to sacrifice a piece of waste wood into an excellent sacrifice with swordsmanship, and he had absolutely no idea of ​​betraying Daojun Wuzang.

After all, he still has a contract with the Immortal Mansion. In front of the life and death contract, any so-called master-disciple friendship has to stand aside.

Li Hua felt guilty, but Pei Ming didn't even look at him, and walked straight to Song Dingding.

She was panting, so hot that she had a hand with clear bones in her blurred vision.

Song Dingding was stunned for a moment, looked up along the hand, and met his dark eyes.

The night wind blew the broken hair in front of his forehead. He pinned her broken hair behind his ear, and said with a light smile, "A Ding, your spiritual sense is different from ordinary people, and it is not easy to learn swordsmanship."

She was still absent-minded, and the scene in the wine cellar of the Rose Manor kept flashing before her eyes, her cheeks gradually heating up, hot and terrifying.

After being treated by Daojun Yuwei for a while, he was angry, but he forgot some embarrassing memories for a short time. Now, when he saw me, those memories came flooding in like a tide.

After cleaning up the blood of the poisonous snake, she can still comfort herself. This is forced by the situation because of her helplessness, but why did Pei Ming give her the cherished dagger, and why did she kiss her?

That's not the most important thing.

The target of her strategy is Pei Ming. If she can achieve intimacy as soon as possible, this is the best thing.

The important thing is that when Pei Ming kissed her, she had a physiological reaction.

The numbness spread from the tip of her tongue, like a flash of lightning, quickly spread throughout her body, making her hands and feet weak, and her head dizzy, as if a beast that was sealed deep in her heart was screaming.

It shouldn't.

Her task is to attack Pei Ming, not to be attacked by Pei Ming.

"A Ding?" Seeing that she was silent, Pei Ming called out in a low voice.

She subconsciously responded, "Huh?"

"It's cold on the ground."

He held her slender wrist lightly with his warm palm, and pulled her up easily.

"Miss Pei, it's getting late." Song Dingding dodged his eyes and brushed away his hand without a trace: "I want to learn swordsmanship from Young Master Li, Miss Pei should go back to rest first."

Miss Pei, who said this sentence, seemed alienated and unfamiliar, Pei Ming's eyes were slightly dark, and she squinted at Li Hua, who bowed her head and drew circles with her toes.

Li Hua felt the extremely oppressive gaze, he raised his head quickly, and responded with his eyes: I don't know anything.

Immediately afterwards, he continued to add: When A Ding came to me, he seemed to cry.

Pei Ming pondered for a moment, then took out the Reiki Pills and a few bottles of Replenishing Yuan Dan from the storage ring: "Practicing swords is hard, remember to take these."

The Reiki Pills are the bottles taken from Simmons. The Reiki Pill is different from the cheap Reiki Pills. It uses precious materials and is extremely complicated to refine. A small Replenishing Pill requires three high-grade spiritual stones. .

This doesn't sound expensive, but there are a full one hundred in a bottle of Yuan-boosting Pill, which requires 300 high-level spirit stones, and Pei Ming directly gave her five bottles of Yuan-boosting Pill, which is one thousand Five hundred high-level spirit stones.

One thousand five hundred high-level spiritual stones is not a small sum, it is about all the disciples in the inner and outer cities of Tianmen Sect, all add up to the total cost of one year.

However, Song Dingding did not recognize Buyuan Dan, she looked at the all-white porcelain vase, thinking that what Pei Ming gave were spiritual energy pills, thanked her, and urged: "Thank you Miss Pei, I will send it not far away. ."

Pei Ming walked a few steps away, stopped abruptly, frowned and said, "My chest is a little stuffy."

His eyebrows were lowered, his right hand covered his chest, and the moonlight streamed on his slightly fluttering eyelashes, making him look weak and helpless.

Li Hua's whole body was covered in goose bumps. Who would dare to believe that the person in front of him, clutching his chest and having the tendency of Daiyu coughing up blood in the wind, is the famous killing **** Wuzang Daojun?

From what he saw, in the future, Daojun Zang would not be called Pei Ming anymore, it would be better to just change his name to Pei Jiaojiao.

Pei Ming said softly, "A Ding, I'm so uncomfortable."

Song Dingding pondered for a moment: "Then you drink more hot water."

Pei Ming: "…"

After Pei Ming walked away, Li Hua couldn't help clapping his legs and laughing. In an instant, the temperament of a gentleman disappeared, only the laughter of schadenfreude echoed through the hedges.

This is the first time Li Hua has seen Daojun Wuzang slumped.

You must know that even Daojun Yuwei, who practiced ruthless Dao, and Ma Yun, the honorable little prince of the Dragon Clan, bowed down under his 'pomegranate skirt', and A Ding's sound of drinking more hot water was especially valuable.

Li Hua was in a good mood, and stopped telling her to squat. He found a rusty iron sword from the storage ring and threw it to her: "Take it, I'll teach you some simple swordsmanship."

This iron sword was three feet seven inches long. The scabbard was engraved with pan-jaw pattern gold, and the two blades were covered with rust. It looked like it had not been used for a long time.

"This is the iron sword that Master forged for me before I got the Jade Que Sword." Li Hua picked up the tree branch on the ground, turned over and jumped, half a foot in the air, and drew a sharp qi: "Swordsmanship, more It's about pulling flowers. But don't just focus on form and forget the purpose of your sword."

"The simplest kind of flower is the flat flower, the straight flower, the reverse flower, and the flower beside you..." He replaced the sword with a tree branch, and demonstrated the flower pulling technique one by one.

Song Dingding listened so intently that he even forgot the time, and devoted himself to swordsmanship. He only felt that he had never listened so seriously when he was in college.

In the early morning of the next day, she was exhausted, but after taking the small white bottle given by Pei Ming, she felt refreshed.

The Snake King only gave her three days, and it took one day to rescue the little princess in the Rose Manor. Now there are still Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, who was choked to death by a poisoned apple stuck in her throat.

Yesterday, when I went to the Animal Kingdom, the disciples of various sects searched everywhere for a young man with a white horse. They returned until midnight, but found nothing.

Song Dingding originally wanted to try her luck. After all, what she was looking for was Prince Charming. If she could catch it everywhere, she would not be called a prince, but a groom.

Just when everyone was a little discouraged, she suddenly remembered the little princess's wedding with Duke Wilton.

Their wedding is scheduled for tomorrow, and the king has invited many people to witness this happy moment. Presumably, among the guests invited to the banquet, there will be some distinguished guests such as neighboring princes.

After Song Dingding expressed his idea, Daojun Yuwei asked someone to verify the idea. Sure enough, the king said that he had invited princes from three neighboring countries.

In addition to Snow White's seven dwarfs who have yet to be found, the little princess has recovered her freedom and has found a lifelong home, and the prince of Sleeping Beauty is also on his way to come on horseback.

Song Dingding pondered, if he couldn't find the seven dwarfs, he would wait until the agreed time of three days, and then think of other ways - maybe the Heimlich maneuver would be more effective than the dwarfs carrying the coffin.

Thinking like this, she put all her energy into practicing sword with Li Hua.

A day later, Li Hua was surprised to find that although she had no consciousness and was unable to mobilize the spiritual power in her body, with the Buyuan Dan given by Pei Ming, she made rapid progress.

After half an hour of squatting, I started shaking and trembling, and now I can squat steadily for two hours, and I even learned the basics of pulling flowers and basic swordsmanship.

Back then, Li Huaguang practiced the basic skills of squatting horse stance, so he practiced it for half a year, and then it took him three months to become familiar with the squatting and sword stance.

But it only took her twelve hours to achieve what it took him eight months to do. She could be called a swordsman prodigy.

Li Hua couldn't help but say, "If you get back your divine sense, I'm afraid that if you practice for another two or three years, you will be able to beat all the swordsmen in the three continents and nine continents."

It was obviously a joke, but Song Dingding kept it in his heart.

Because of her lack of divine sense, no matter how hard she tried, she was far inferior to a sword cultivator with divine sense and spiritual power.

In the same way, Daojun Yuwei is already in the stage of spiritual transformation. If she wants to beat him, she must first retrieve her spiritual consciousness.

As the morning approached, Song Dingding couldn't bear it, so he sat on the table in Li Hua's room and squinted for a while.

Li Hua sat on the futon, lowered his eyes and wiped the jade sword in his hand, and Xi Guang stretched the shadows of the two of them diagonally.

There were brisk birdsong outside the castle. He was about to stand up to close the window, but when he looked up, he saw a small shadow on the ground.

Curled up slightly, like a milk cat.

Looking at her sleeping face, he seemed to have briefly forgotten that painful memory, and he rarely felt a moment of peace in his heart.

…

The wedding of the little princess was not set in the castle, nor in the rose manor of the Duke of Wilton.

Their wedding was set in the Colosseum outside the castle. Large blocks of boulders are piled up to form a circular arena, and the stands are scattered in layers to surround the arena in the middle. In addition to nobles, the commoners of the animal kingdom can also sit in the stands and watch the wedding.

It was the first time Song Dingding had seen a wedding of this style. It was neither romantic nor warm. The boulders in the arena were vaguely stained with blood, and there were traces of violence and blood everywhere.

But in the end it was someone's wedding, and she didn't say much as an outsider.

The king treated them as guests and assigned them the seventh-row stands with the best viewing angle.

Before the wedding started, the little princess invited them to the arena to open champagne. On the rectangular table covered with white lace cloth, there were three rows of empty wine glasses, and there were about thirty goblets in each row.

"Good day, my dear warriors, on happy days, we must have a good drink." The little princess held the champagne in her white-gloved hands and shook it vigorously.

Song Dingding looked at the empty wine glasses on the table in front of him, and said hesitantly, "Your Highness Princess, are these wines a glass for each person?"

"Of course not." A lazy and deep voice came from behind her, and she didn't even have to look back to know who was coming.

The Snake King took the champagne from the little princess's hand, put his thumb on the cork, and the champagne spurted out after shaking: "This is the custom of our wedding, you are warriors and our honored guests. So you must respect our wedding. It is customary to select two warriors and drink thirty glasses of wine with this king."

After speaking, he poured the champagne into the goblet and said with a half-smile, "However, this king also respects your customs, you are not used to the wine here, so this king has prepared twenty jars for you with different tastes. of spirits."

The champagne overflowed the wine glass, the snake king clapped his hands unhurriedly, and the attendants held the wine jar neatly and orderly, walked to the wine table one by one, and opened the red cloth sealed on the wine jar.

The Snake King is right, these are high-purity spirits, and just smelling the choking wine makes people almost drunk.

The goblet is so big, if one is full, let alone thirty glasses of spirits, three glasses will lead to alcohol poisoning.

The disciples of the major sects piled up in front of the wine table and couldn't help but talk about it.

"Thirty glasses of spirits per person, how do you drink this?"

"Daughter Hong, Zhu Yeqing, burning a knife... If you drink these wines together, I'm afraid you will die!"

"No, on this happy day, what if people are killed again? I said in advance, whoever you love will go, I won't go anyway!"

…

Song Dingding could see it, the Snake King didn't even want to discuss with them, and he just said 'You must respect our wedding customs' is obviously forcing them.

If they don't want to drink, the Snake King will pick up the slack on the grounds that they don't respect the customs of the animal kingdom.

But the problem is that none of them can drink 30 glasses of high-purity spirits in one breath, which is simply difficult for the strong.

"It seems that you are very hesitant about who to drink." The snake king seemed to have not heard the voice of their discussion, and slowly shook the champagne in the wine glass: "Then the king will help you choose one."

He raised his hand and put his fingertips straight on Song Dingding: "It's just you."