The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse

◎I help you fall in love with A Ding◎

Pei Ming looked at the closed door and raised his eyebrows.

The sound of Bai Qi kicking the bench could be heard vaguely in the room. He didn't stop there, and turned to Li Hua's room.

The white and slender hand landed on the door, just about to push the door, as if remembering something, turned over the palm, knuckles slightly bent and knocked on the door.

A weak voice came from the room: "Come in."

The two doors squeaked open, and with the sound of unhurried footsteps, Li Hua propped himself up from the couch and turned his head to look at him: "Wu Zang Daojun?"

Saying that, Li Hua wanted to sit up and get out of bed.

"You don't have to get up." Pei Ming picked up the round chair beside the ebony table and sat down beside the bed: "Ask you a question."

When Li Hua heard that he had even used the word 'ask for advice', he sat up straight and said solemnly, "Speak."

Pei Ming asked, "What does it feel like to love someone?"

The back that just straightened up, bent back: "That's it..."

A slightly cold gaze swept over, Li Hua's voice stopped abruptly, he closed his mouth angrily, and pursed his lips.

Speaking of love, Li Hua's confidantes are all over the three continents and nine continents, but his favorite is his Jade Que sword.

The only time she wanted to try to take her relationship seriously, but she met Bai Qi who wanted to give all the men a home, and she was swept away from her whole family the day after she became a Taoist partner.

The problem was that Bai Qishun could just walk away with the ten high-level spirit stones, but she took his clothes with her when she left.

He still remembers that when he left the inn that day, he couldn't even pay for the room, so he could only escape by jumping out of the window wrapped in sheets, and the psychological shadow of being chased three streets by someone as a flower thief when he went out.

However, Li Hua naturally wouldn't say such a shameful thing. He pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "The feeling of love should be a rapid heartbeat."

Pei Ming: "?"

Just as Li Hua was about to continue speaking, he opened his mouth and suddenly remembered that the person in front of him had no heart, so he quickly changed his tone and said, "That's right, it's ok not to jump, anyway, that's how it feels..."

Pei Ming changed the question: "How do you fall in love with someone?"

Li Hua turned his head sideways: "Do you want to fall in love with A Ding?"

He gave a faint "um".

Li Hua paused for a moment, his expression seemed a bit inexpressible.

A living dead who has no heart and has long lost human emotions, how can he fall in love with A Ding?

Moreover, Daojun Wu Zang's purpose of falling in love with A Ding is inherently impure. When talking about love or not, it is clearly to use her.

But no matter what, I have only found two Dragon Swallowing Balls now, and there are still five Swallowing Dragon Balls that are still missing. Why is Daojun Wuzang so anxious all of a sudden?

"The person being sacrificed..." Li Hua looked at him and asked hesitantly, "Does it have to be A Ding?"

Li Hua had a lot of questions, not just this one, he also wanted to ask Pei Ming, why did he choose A Ding, why couldn't it be Yuwei Daojun, since he had to sacrifice, why not love an unimportant ordinary person people.

But when the words came to the mouth, there was only this sentence, must it be A Ding?

Pei Ming didn't speak, but silence seemed like the best answer.

Li Hua lowered his head: "I heard that A Ding carved a small tripod for you. Did you see her hand downstairs just now?"

He didn't wait for Pei Ming to answer, and continued: "My sister, in order to earn a living, every time I'm not at home, she picks up some wood and goes back to carve some gadgets to sell, leaving wounds all over her hands."

"I practiced swordsmanship and my hands were covered with hard calluses. I always thought she suffered minor injuries. I didn't see her crying about pain on weekdays, so I thought she really didn't hurt."

"Until I came back early one day and saw her sitting in the yard, sprinkled grass and ash on her hands, and after stopping the bleeding, she continued to carve wood while crying."

"Ten fingers are connected to the heart, how can it not hurt?" Li Hua murmured in a low voice, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyes under the shadow were slightly moist: "Wuzang Daojun, do you think A Ding hurts?"

He wiped the corners of his eyes and sighed: "Yes, A Ding is your pawn, you won't care if it hurts or not."

Pei Ming looked up at him: "Done?"

Li Hua said nothing and lowered his head.

Hearing the faint sound coming from the side of the bed, he took a peek out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw Pei Ming moving the round chair back to its original position, he was about to turn around and leave, his heart sank, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "If you must do this, , then I'll help you..."

"I'll help you fall in love with A Ding."

Li Hua had never seen such a heartless person, like a stone in a ditch, stinky and hard.

Even if Yuwei Daojun, who practiced ruthless Dao and was famous for being cold-hearted and ruthless, was placed in front of Pei Ming, he had to be the younger brother who stood back.

That's right, after all, Pei Ming can kill himself. At the beginning, just to make Yuwei Daojun feel guilty about him, he took more than 60 keel whips abruptly.

A Ding only injured his hand, what could it be in his eyes?

The current A Ding is not enough to shake Pei Ming's desire to see Pei Yuan and take revenge on Xuehen.

Li Hua felt that he might be able to export in reverse—since Pei Ming insisted on doing this, he would add fuel to the flames and make Pei Ming really fall in love with A Ding.

At that time, he didn't believe that Pei Ming could sacrifice A Ding without blinking an eye.

Li Hua calmly analyzed: "When A Ding was comparing his sword, Lu Qingchen injured his waist. It must be inconvenient to deal with the wound. Later, you can go to her room to help her bandage her with medicine."

Pei Ming's footsteps as he left paused slightly, his dark eyes dimmed, and he said softly, "Okay."

…

After Song Dingding returned to the room, the first thing to do was to check the injury.

After the injury just now, it took a full half an hour, and the wound on the back waist had stopped bleeding, but the dried blood adhered to the clothes and the flesh and blood, and it was extremely inconvenient to deal with the wound.

To deal with such a wound that sticks to flesh and blood clothing, it is necessary to wet the wound with physiological saline. After the sticky area is soaked with physiological saline, gently peel off the clothing that is stuck near the wound, and apply iodophor or alcohol for disinfection. .

There is no sterile saline, no iodophor and alcohol, and she can only find a way to replace these sterilizing drugs with similar things.

She asked the maid in the guest building to help get some salt and water. According to the ratio of 0.9%, she took about 9 grams of salt and added 1,000 milliliters of water to melt it into normal saline.

The physiological saline made by myself is not sterile, and the proportioning and weighing are not accurate enough, but in such an environment, we can only make do with it first.

Song Dingding put the prepared physiological saline aside, took scissors, needles and thread, and the most common grass and wood ash for use. He sat in front of the dressing mirror, turned his back to the mirror, and turned his head to look at the bronze mirror.

She took a deep breath and was about to cover the wound with soaked satin, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

With the psychological shadow of being strangled by Daojun Yuwei last time, Song Dingding subconsciously froze, and then asked softly, "Who is it?"

"It's me." The voice outside the door paused, "Pei Ming."

Song Dingding was stunned for a moment, glanced at the blood-stained clothes in the bronze mirror, and quickly took out a brand new robe from the storage ring and put it on his body.

While finishing her clothes, she responded, "Come on."

With the faint sound of each other, Song Dingding took off the latch in the door and opened the door: "Miss Pei, do you have anything to ask me?"

The voice fell, and a mechanical voice sounded in my mind: "Host, please pay attention! Today is the best time to promote intimacy, and your task progress bar can only achieve the task of 'the memorable birthday ceremony'."

"At this time, there are still five hours before the end of Pei Ming's birthday. Please hurry up and complete the 'unforgettable birthday night' task, otherwise the failure of the task will be doubled."

After being reminded by the system, Song Dingding realized that she still had a task to do. She quickly opened the door and made a 'please come in' gesture: "Come in and talk."

The layout of the rooms in the guest building was similar. Pei Ming followed behind her and his eyes fell on her clean robes.

She dressed in a hurry, and put another layer directly over the original blood-stained clothes, and her figure looked a little bloated at this moment.

Song Dingding knew that he liked tea, and after asking him to sit down, he squatted in front of the low cabinet despite the pain, and rummaged through the cabinets to find the tea set in the room.

There was a sigh in the room, and when she heard the sound close at hand, she rummaged through the tea set and saw Pei Ming standing behind her through the copper mirror in front of the dresser.

He squatted down, put his hand on her spotless clothes, and with a slightly calloused finger, he landed precisely on the sword wound behind her.

Song Dingding sucked in a cold breath from the pain, and subconsciously wanted to slap his hand away.

But the moment she turned around, she saw the scarred cheek branded with the word 'slave' under the veil swept by the wind, and the outstretched arm was suddenly suspended in the air.

"A Ding," Pei Ming called softly, picked up the scissors she kept aside, and cut the clothes at the back of the waist with the sword wound: "It's inconvenient for you to bandage, I'll help you."

Song Dingding: "..."

Song Dingding's face was calm, but she couldn't stop screaming wildly in her heart: The clothes that need to be cut are where the wounds stick, and why did she cut the robe she just put on? !

This was the last thing she could wear!

Before the soaked salt water satin was wounded, Song Dingding had already put on a mask of pain, and the gold scissors used by female workers made a small 'click' sound from time to time in the still air.

When the clean clothes were cut open, the **** clothes that were glued to the flesh and blood were revealed. The cloth cut by Shuang Huajian was stuck to the wound and looked wrinkled.

Pei Ming's eyes were fixed on the dried blood. After a long time, he lowered his eyes slightly, put down the golden scissors in his hand, and took out the soaked satin silk from the physiological saline.

In the end, it was salt water. When the wet satin was soaked in blood, and the salt water was stained with flesh and blood, Song Dingding tensed his back, lowered his head and trembled slightly.

Pain, the wound can't be described as heart-wrenching pain.

It was as if countless ants gathered on the flesh and gnawed on it, as if pierced by a needle, burning with burning pain.

There was a thin sweat on the tip of her nose, and she didn't know whether it was blood or sweat, soaking her clothes, and deep tooth marks were printed on her pale lips, which was a subconscious action she made because the wound was too painful.

Song Dingding has always been like this. She has a congenital heart disease, which causes her to have frequent fever and fainting. The pain caused by the disease is far less painful than when she sees her parents secretly crying.

Over time, she learned to forbear and try not to let herself show pain.

Pei Ming gently lifted off the soft blood coat soaked in physiological saline, and heard her trembling voice: "If the wound bursts and bleeds, use grass ash to stop the bleeding first. There are needles and mulberry white leather thread on the table to help me sew up the wound. Okay."

Facing the flickering candlelight, he saw a silver needle placed on a silver plate, flowing with the quiet moonlight.

The silver needle has a slight curvature. Unlike the common silver needle, it is an angle needle made by Song Dingding himself, which is more convenient to sew wounds than a straight needle.

After Pei Ming stopped the bleeding with grass and wood ash, she took a horn needle, put it on the fire and roasted it, passed the mulberry leather thread through the needle hole, and pierced the horn needle into her skin.

The sword wound was five inches long and ran across the waist. Without local anesthesia, the **** wound was sutured one by one.

After closing her eyes, her pain was magnified infinitely. For a moment, Song Dingding could not wait to die on the spot, as long as she no longer suffered from this severe pain.

"Have a drink?"

His voice is clear and smooth, like the sound of jade, clear and bright.

Song Dingding's voice trembled lightly, with a pale look of weakness: "How many needles are there?"

Pei Ming said softly, "About ten needles."

She really couldn't hold it, but she knew that her alcohol intake was still light. If she drank alcohol, she was afraid that she would fall asleep after being drunk.

Her task has not been completed, what should I do if she goes to sleep?

Song Dingding buried his head: "I don't drink anymore."

After the voice fell and there was a brief silence in the room, Pei Ming gave a faint "um" and continued to sew up the wound.

Song Dingding counted silently in the bottom of her heart, one stitch, two stitches, three stitches... Until the eighth stitch, she swayed and fell forward weakly.

Pei Ming hugged her body, she closed her eyes slightly, and heard her weak voice: "Two needles left?"

He said, "Not bad."

She seemed to say to herself, "Enough?"

"Well." Pei Ming picked her up and walked to the bed: "Enough."

She felt herself being placed on the brocade mattress, and a pair of warm hands held her ankles and took off her shoes and socks for her.

Immediately afterwards, there was no movement.

Song Dingding opened his eyes with difficulty, and vaguely saw his thin persimmon figure: "Miss Pei, are you leaving?"

Pei Ming stood in front of the couch, his eyes drooping slightly, and his trembling eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the sides of his nose.

He was in the dark, and half of his silhouette was hidden in the candlelight: "Yes, it's time for me to go."

The night wind blew, and her ink-dyed hair fluttered in the wind. She stretched out her slender white arm and clasped his warm palm tightly.

"Don't go, Miss Pei."