MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 138 One hundred and thirty-eight tripods

◎Xing Shi and asking for guilt◎

Going around and going around, after all, it went back to the love gu.

Song Dingding seemed to be forcing herself into a dead place, and that emotion was like a snowy mountain blocking her face, which was difficult to cross and could not be melted away.

The mental pain and the choices that Pei Ming will face in front of her made her feel tormented in her heart.

She even fell into deep self-doubt - did she do it wrong from the start?

The Ghost Emperor didn't wait for Pei Ming's answer, and Pei Ming's blood-stained clothes were reflected in his eyes.

His long eyelashes moved slightly, watching Pei Ming push away the Song family patriarch who was bandaging him to stop the bleeding, arched his body, held her body firmly with one hand, and picked up the mercy in his hand with the other hand, don't turn his head to expose the exposed body Arrows cut off.

"Pei Ming..." Seeing him doing this, the Patriarch of the Song family was red-eyed and couldn't help but stop: "It can't be like this, if it's not dealt with in time..."

At first glance, these arrows are specially made by the Celestial Clan. Although they are not poisoned, the arrows have been specially treated. They are in the shape of small hooks with thorns. If you want to pull out the arrows, you will have to bring out a lot of flesh and blood.

Originally, he had to endure inhuman torture before he could take out the arrow body. Now he has cut off the exposed arrows, and the other end of the arrow is still in his body. When he handles it again, he will have to dig up the flesh and cut the bones, fearing that it will kill him.

Pei Ming raised his head and looked at the hideous and ugly Song Family Patriarch, his dark eyes did not move, revealing a trace of determination.

The Patriarch of Song's throat rolled, and he couldn't continue the words stuck in his throat - he didn't understand why Pei Ming did this, just like the Ghost Emperor said, it was just because of love.

Rather than risking his life to save her, it would be better to exchange his heart with Pei Yuan in the mansion, wait until he fully recovers, and then find a way to unravel the emotion.

He wouldn't understand, and couldn't understand, how a guy who had lost his heartbeat, affection and warmth could be so obsessed with his daughter.

After all, Pei Ming gave Song Dingding a love affair for the final sacrifice, and the sacrifice had already been completed by Gu Chaoyu, and she had lost her original use value.

Is it worth Pei Ming to do this for someone who has no value?

Pei Ming didn't seem to hear the obstruction of the Song family's patriarch, he withdrew his gaze and continued the movements in his hands.

It was not until all the arrows that were missing from his back were cut off that he slowly stood up and carefully brought the woman between his arms to the Patriarch of the Song family: "Lao, please ask Uncle to take care of her for a moment."

The head of the Song family didn't know what he wanted to do, so he could only obey and take over his daughter's stiff and cold body.

Looking at her face that had lost its color and turned blue-white and gray, his heart trembled, his blurred cheeks twitched, and at some point, his face was covered with tears.

This is his daughter, the wife-killing enemy he hates but has no choice but to do, the nightmare that has caused him to wake up in the middle of the night and sweat profusely for thousands of days and nights.

The heavy corpse was cold to the bone. At this moment, he seemed to finally let go of the obsession in his heart and really reached a reconciliation with her... and himself.

Pei Ming took out a set of clean and tidy robes while the head of the Song family was taking care of her, and put it over the blood-stained clothes.

Then, he took her body and tied her behind his back with torn cloth strips.

The corpse after death was particularly heavy, pressing on his back, squeezing the severed arrows deeper into his flesh and blood.

He didn't say anything, just frowned subconsciously, turned one arm behind his back, and firmly dragged the corpse that was sliding down slightly.

The Song family patriarch only understood what he wanted to do at this time, and pursed his lips, as if he was in a fierce struggle in his heart.

But just as he hesitated for a moment, Bai Zhou, who had been stunned for a long time, finally regained his senses and walked towards Pei Ming at a rapid pace.

Bai Zhou did not stop Pei Ming, but stepped forward and tightened the soft cloth that was not firmly tied.

Pei Ming glanced back at him, Bai Zhou took out a Gu cup from the purse at his waist: "If you think about it, just take this Gu and set off."

After all, he handed the Gu cup to Pei Ming, and he lowered his head, took out two thick cotton-padded clothes from nowhere, folded them squarely, and tied them to Pei Ming's knees.

"It's a long way, and you can last longer if you tie this." Bai Zhou glanced at the ghost emperor, his expression seemed to be resentful: "I also heard a little about praying for the holy mountain, and I heard that those pilgrims would tie something between their knees. , Presumably the ghost emperor will not be so small, even this is not allowed?"

Facing this yin and yang strange question, the ghost emperor just smiled in his eyes. He didn't say no or was not angry, and was tacitly agreed by Bai Zhou.

Pei Ming was obviously not in the mood to care about these. The cotton-padded clothes tied to his legs were optional to him, but seeing Bai Zhou's half-dead look, he couldn't tell the feeling in his heart, but he did not refute Bai Zhou's good intentions.

He glanced at the Xiguang that was covered by the Mau Mau Mountain, and clenched the Gu cup in his palm.

Although Bai Zhou didn't say what was in the Gu cup, it must be some Gu worms that can temporarily restore the body's vitality.

He didn't eat it, but returned the Gu cup to Bai Zhou.

Under Bai Zhou's puzzled look, Pei Ming slowly knelt down toward the south.

This place is surrounded by mountains and water, the lake is crystal clear, the water reflecting the clouds swayed with layers of water waves, and the cotton-padded clothes tied on the knees were completely soaked in the lake water, and instantly swelled in a circle.

He lowered his arms, his blood-stained palms hit the water, and the arrows in his back were squeezed deeper.

He knocked his forehead heavily in the lake, and his body was prostrate. When he got up, his forehead was stained with mud from the bottom of the lake, as well as water droplets from the bottom of the lake that he didn't know whether it was sweat or lake water, which meandered and dripped from his chin.

As if he hadn't seen it, and regardless of the dirt on his body, he got up and continued to walk south.

As soon as the three steps arrived, Pei Ming repeated the long kneeling motion until he passed by the Ghost Emperor, and just as he knelt down, he heard a cold voice in the distance: "Pei Ming—"

In the Tianmen Sect for several years, even without looking back, Pei Ming knew who was coming.

He didn't pay attention to it, and only recited in his heart: Pilgrim Pei Ming, may the holy mountain bless my wife's life.

The voice sounded again, but it was close, and this time it stood in front of him: "Should this deity call you a disciple, or the palace master of the Immortal Palace?"

Yuwei Daojun lowered his eyes, Qing Jun's face was pale, his long eyelashes were drawn, and his expression was as cold as frost: "You lied to this deity for several years... Don't you have anything to explain?"

The part of his voice that was hidden from others was half-understood by others, but Song Dingding understood what he meant.

Those days in Tianmen sect that face each other day and night, even if Yuwei Daojun is unwilling to admit it, but the affection born over time is true.

If Pei Ming was just the little apprentice in his memory, then the guilt in his heart was just blaming himself for having undeserved feelings, blaming himself for being a teacher and being disrespectful, and for being a human being.

But now, Pei Ming has transformed from his well-behaved disciple to a man, and he is still the terrifying Palace Master of the Immortal Mansion.

It was difficult for him to accept this fact. After returning to Tianmen Sect, he did not think about it day and night, tossing and turning. Even though Pei Ming appeared in front of him in real form at the moment, what appeared in his mind was still the gentle and kind little apprentice.

Thinking of this, Yuwei Daojun's arm behind him trembled slightly, and the long sword hidden in his sleeve was exposed inch by inch.

"Answer this deity." His voice was trembling, and there was a faint trace of blood on the thin lips that were tightly pursed.

Pei Ming turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't hear his questioning at all, and he didn't see him suppressed to a critical point, with a backlog of emotions that were about to explode.

Knocked down with his arms, he squatted down on his body, his forehead pressed against the lake, and the stones hidden in the water were sharp, and with just one hit, his forehead oozes red.

The corpse behind him sags down weakly following his movements, stiff joints slam his back, and he tries his best to support her body, trying his best not to let her clothes get soaked by the lake water.

Seeing Pei Ming's careful and caring actions, Daojun Yuwei couldn't bear it any longer. His immortal white clothes were messed up in the wind. name stab.

The Patriarch of the Song family rushed forward without hesitation. Although he has been hiding in the Immortal Mansion all these years, he has never slackened for a moment, just so that one day he will be able to kill the enemy with his own hands.

Bai Zhou slowed down for a moment, then came to his senses and remembered that the disfigured man in front of him was Song Dingding's father. If her father had any good or bad, he would be remembered on Pei Ming's head.

He hurriedly raised his hand and threw out the Hidden Blade, which flew away the blade that Daojun Yuwei had attacked in an unruly manner.

Seeing that Daojun Yuwei seemed to lose his mind and waved his sword again, he couldn't help but anger: "Do you want to make your selfishness known to the world? Where do you put the reputation of Tianmen Sect?"

Saying that, Bai Zhou glanced at Ma Yun who was standing in the distance.

Ma Yun was the prince of the Dragon Clan in the West Sea. After he came out of the secret realm, he returned to the Dragon Clan to recover from his injuries.

This time in the secret realm, he was quite frightened, and he did not eat or drink in the palace for a few days, but the first thing he did when he came out was to inquire about the news of the Immortal Mansion.

Originally, the Immortal Mansion was independent from the world, and no one had found the exact location of the Immortal Mansion for tens of thousands of years. Just this time, the Celestial Clan and the Ghost Realm sent people to surround the Immortal Mansion, and his people followed the clues to find the Immortal Mansion.

After staring for a few days, when Pei Ming came out, he immediately rushed back to tell Ma Yun.

Although Ma Yun was annoyed by Pei Ming's deception, in the past few days in the secret realm, his enthusiasm for Pei Ming had gradually shifted to Song Dingding, who had helped him several times.

I came here, not so much to ask a teacher for guilt, but to see if Song Dingding was doing well and whether he needed his help.

But what he saw was not the living Song Dingding, but a corpse that had lost its temperature.

He looked at the woman tied to Pei Ming's back, her feet seemed to be heavy, as if her toes were nailed to the ground, but they were heavy, and she couldn't move a step.

The noise of others only seemed noisy, Ma Yun was angry, his cheeks were flushed, but he couldn't move, his throat rolled and rolled, and he couldn't make a sound.

The subordinates who were standing beside him saw his abnormality and quickly called out, "Your Highness..."

Ma Yun was suddenly pulled out when his subordinates called, and those vague and distant voices suddenly became close at hand.

He was breathing heavily, his voice hoarse, as if he was holding back his cry.

How did he die, how did he become like this?

Ma Yun strode in the direction of Pei Ming, and kicked Pei Ming's head with his raised legs mercilessly. He seemed to have forgotten the person in front of him, who was originally the terrifying Palace Master of the Immortal Mansion.

When he rushed up suddenly, the Patriarch of the Song family and Bai Zhou only stared at Daojun Yuwei, but accidentally ignored him.

When the two of them reacted, Pei Ming was severely kicked. He didn't struggle at all. He was stepped into the lake by Ma Yun, his face rubbed against the gravel in the lake, and the blood slowly smeared from it. Drenched his circle.

Finish