The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse

◎Pei Ming is testing her◎

When Song Dingding asked, there was a slight temptation in his tone.

But although Bai Qi was very drunk, she was still full of vigilance. She tried her best to widen her blurred eyes, and looked up and down carefully at the swarthy boy in front of her.

"Who are you? Why should I tell you?"

Song Dingding pretended to be disdainful and sneered: "I think you just don't know, right? You said that you and Pei Ming are old acquaintances, which is obviously nonsense when you are drunk."

As soon as she heard this, Bai Qi immediately became unhappy. What is nonsense after drinking?

With just her amount of alcohol, no one in Sanlu and Jiuzhou could drink her.

Bai Qi staggered up, stared at Song Dingding and said, "What did you ask me just now? How did I meet him?"

"Then it started many years ago. Do you know who Pei Ming's father is? Let me tell you, his father is from the Celestial Clan..."

Song Dingding pricked up his ears and was about to listen carefully, but the door was pushed open from the outside with a bang.

Qing Ling's slightly cool voice seemed to be like a wisp of illusory blue smoke, and it seeped from behind without haste or slow: "A Ding, what do you want to know, why don't you ask me directly."

Song Dingding's body froze, and panic spread from the bottom of her heart. She was so panicked that she didn't even dare to look back, but felt so embarrassed that her toes could dig a hole in the ground.

Why did Pei Ming come here? When was he standing outside the door and what did he hear?

"Miss Pei, don't get me wrong, I just heard from her that I knew you, so I thought..." She blushed slightly, trying to explain.

Pei Ming closed the door unhurriedly, and the sound of 'squeak' was particularly abrupt in the silent night.

Bai Qi, who was still full of nonsense and crying just now, curled up on the ground motionless at this moment, only her chest heaved slightly, letting people know that she was still alive.

The candles on the European-style candlestick swayed with a faint halo, and the warm light orange glaze reflected between the two of them, slightly ambiguous.

The summer night was already sultry, and even the breeze blowing in from the window was warm. Seeing him approaching step by step, a thin sweat broke out from the tip of her nose, and she buried her head uncomfortably.

There were only inaudible footsteps in the room. Song Dingding felt as if he was angry. He turned the lie that had been brewing in his throat, and swallowed it hard.

"I'm sorry." She bowed her head and apologized to him.

Pei Ming walked to the black table of rosewood and turned his back to the candlelight. He was bathed in darkness, and a low chuckle suddenly sounded.

"You didn't do anything wrong." He supported his lower jaw with his arms, and raised his smooth face slightly: "I was born in Yushan, and I have parents and brothers at home."

"Many years ago, my elder brother had a serious illness and needed to have his organs replaced to survive. My father gave birth to me with the outer room, and after raising me, he dug out my organs."

"My life is hanging by a thread. It was Bai Qi's father who saved me."

A few words have already answered all Song Dingding's doubts.

He didn't have a fluctuating voice, as if he was telling someone else's story, but it made her heart throb.

Digging out the liver and digging out the kidneys for organ replacement, this kind of dog-blood bridge is common in all kinds of ancient romance novels, but the problem is that those are all modern romance novels.

In such ancient times without any medical technology, there was no disinfection and no anesthesia. The body was cut open with a knife, facing the risk of massive bleeding or infection, carrying unbearable pain, and the organs of the body were dug out alive.

She couldn't imagine how Pei Ming came over at that time. If she had been dug out of her internal organs, she might have cut herself off during the operation because she couldn't bear the pain.

But Pei Ming not only held on strong, but also dragged his weak body to find Tianmen Sect and worshipped Yuwei Daojun.

If other people experience this kind of thing and can do it like this, she will definitely be amazed and admired.

But for Pei Ming, she only felt uncontrollable heartache.

Song Dingding fell into a long silence. After an unknown amount of time, she said softly and slowly, "I'm sorry."

She didn't know what else to say besides being sorry.

Since Pei Ming never talked about his family, he was expelled from Tianmen Sect by Daojun Yuwei and did not go home, but chose to wander in Jiuzhou, she should have guessed that he did not get along with his family.

But she secretly inquired about his family affairs behind her back, and was caught by him on the spot, literally smearing chili water on his wound.

"It doesn't matter." Pei Ming turned his eyes and smiled indifferently: "You didn't dig it."

Obviously it was a sentence to ease the atmosphere, but Song Dingding felt more and more embarrassed.

The kidneys were not dug by her, but Pei Ming received sixty-two keel whips because of the original owner, and the branding on his face was also because of the original owner.

She is not the original owner, but she bears the original owner's body. If Pei Ming knew that she was Song Dingding who caused him to be seriously injured and disfigured, he would definitely kill her with his own hands.

Song Dingding clenched his fingers under his sleeve slightly, took Mercy out of the storage ring, and sent it to Pei Ming: "This short sword is returned to you, you are weak, it is good to keep it for self-defense."

Pei Ming was slightly absent-minded, and a tender voice suddenly appeared in his ears - this short sword is given to you, you are weak, and it is good to keep yourself.

Two different magnetic voices overlapped across time, and he was in a trance for a moment, and his lips straightened suddenly.

In the third year of being imprisoned in the cellar, Song Dingding gave him this dagger. What she said was almost the same as what she said at the moment.

The word 'wood' is engraved on the hilt of the mercy sword, which is part of Song Dingding's surname. He didn't understand why she gave her mercy, but she seemed to have amnesia. Even when mercy was sent to her, she couldn't evoke the slightest memory of her.

Those pasts like purgatory to him, did she really forget, or was she acting with him?

Pei Ming knocked on the hilt of Mercy's sword and handed it back to her: "When you find your consciousness, return it to me then."

Just as Song Dingding hesitated, he asked slowly, "A Ding, do you still remember what happened when you were young?"

The sudden question made her breathe hard: "I can't remember clearly, what's wrong?"

"Perhaps, your consciousness was taken away by someone." Pei Ming took her unnatural look into his eyes and smiled lightly: "It was when you were young."

Hearing this, Song Dingding breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought she had accidentally revealed something, and Pei Ming was testing her.

It turned out that she was too sensitive, he was just helping her find the reason why her consciousness disappeared.

However, Pei Ming's words reminded her that the consciousness cannot disappear out of thin air. If she wants to find the consciousness, she can start from the past of the original owner.

At the very least, she had to figure out when the consciousness disappeared, and when the original owner was cultivating in the Tianmen Sect, the consciousness was still there.

"It's getting late, I will take good care of Bai Qi." Pei Ming turned his head sideways and looked at the faint bright moon outside the window: "A Ding, rest early."

Song Dingding glanced at Bai Qi on the ground, thinking that since the two are old acquaintances, it should be no problem to leave him to take care of them, so he responded and left Bai Qi's room.

After she hurried back to the room, the first thing she did was to open the storage ring and dig into the original owner's diary.

When she died, Xiaofen packed her the original owner's diary, and put it together with other important things.

At that time, she felt that these diaries were useless, and she was embarrassed to throw them away in front of Xiaofen, so she put them in the corner of the storage ring to produce ashes.

Song Dingding spent a long time trying to find a dusty diary from a pile of medical books.

She blew the dust off the diary, and arranged the thick stack of diaries in order of time.

The earliest diary was when the original owner first entered the Tianmen Sect. It was about five years ago. At that time, she wrote the most diaries, and she wrote three diaries in only half a year.

"Apocalypse year, the ninth day of the first lunar month. The elder gave me a lot of precious spirit herbs, and he said he wanted to see my alchemy skills."

"Apocalypse year, the thirteenth day of the first month. The city has been drizzling for several consecutive days, and the weather is cloudy and tide, and I have broken the medicine pill. But the elder is not angry, but just gave me more spirit herbs, so that I can practice more."

"Apocalypse year, February 14th. I made a rare nourishing essence pill. Although there are only three of them, the first elder is very happy. I said that I want to cultivate immortals, and the first elder happily agreed. I was introduced by him and worshipped the jade. Under Wei Dao-jun's door."

"Apocalypse year, at the end of May. I did not pass the assessment in March. Master is very disappointed with me. I have been cultivating frantically day and night, and I hope my hard work will be rewarded."

"Apocalypse year, July 11. I arrived at the early stage of foundation building, but I still can't use the spiritual power in my body. I haven't contacted the elder for a long time, and today he suddenly called me back to the house, it seems that there is something urgent."

"Apocalypse year, July thirteenth. He was drunk, and I couldn't breathe. He said that within three years, I would not be able to make the elixir that would make him have a child, so he used me as a furnace to harvest yin and replenish yang. ."

The light-white fingertips stopped on this page, Song Dingding frowned slightly as he looked at the dizzy ink marks on the paper.

Who is this 'he' who was drunk and pinched the original owner's neck?

On July 11th in the diary, the Great Elder, who had not been in touch for a long time, suddenly called the original owner back to the mansion.

Then, on July 13, the original owner wrote that he was threatened by someone strangling his neck. Could this 'he' refer to the drunken Great Elder?

If this is the case, then the first elder did not adopt the original owner because of pity for the original owner's clan to be destroyed, and his life experience was miserable.

He just covets that the original owner came from a family of medical practitioners, and wants to use the original owner to make alchemy to cure his infertility?

Tears wet the paper, making the flat surface slightly wrinkled. It is not difficult to see that when the original owner wrote this day's diary, he finished it in tears.

Song Dingding's eyes narrowed slightly and slowly moved down.

"Apocalypse year, August 15th. After he showed his true face, he beat and scolded me intensified. I used the test as an excuse to go down the mountain with my senior brothers and sisters, and I went down the mountain to see together. The eldest brother of the Taoist priest."

"He is the chief disciple of the master. I have never met him, but he recognized me at a glance. He said that I had given my spiritual knowledge to others, and said that if I could not find it, I would not be able to cultivate. ."

Song Dingding knew this senior brother, he was a genius of immortal cultivation, with excellent roots, and he was a golden elixir from birth.

He was originally a retreat apprentice of Daojun Yuwei. But more than ten years ago, after he left a letter of farewell, he went down the mountain to become a Taoist priest in the human world, and has never returned to Tianmenzong since.

Holding her chin, she tapped her fingertips on the diary, her slightly narrowed eyes staring at the words 'gift of divine consciousness'.

Consciousness gift, gift to whom?