The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse

◎Do you like A Ding (announcement of entering v)◎

Someone died, but he was still alive.

Some people are alive, but she is dead.

Song Dingding finally experienced the rumored scene of the death of the society. It felt great. Her toes had already buckled out of a Maldives island.

She stiffened, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "You... why are you here?"

Li Hua looked at the menstrual belt she held between her nose, and pursed her lips with a speechless expression: "Miss Pei lives here."

As the number one sword immortal in Jiuzhou, he has confidantes all over the three continents and Jiuzhou, and naturally he has seen the menstrual belt in her hands.

He understands that Song Dingding is short, with dark skin, plus she has broken sleeves, so she must have never experienced the feeling of Wenxiang Nephrite in her arms.

He respects Duanxiu and understands Song Dingding, but he just doesn't understand, what smells good about menstruation, and the first thing she does after she comes back from the king is to rush into the room and hold menstruation Smell?

"A Ding." Pei Ming approached her with a slight curvature on his lips: "There is blood on your buttocks, are you injured?"

His voice was clear and smooth, and it was obviously a shameful word, but it made people feel elegant and refined.

Song Dingding's ears were bleeding red, and his brain seemed to be stuck, and he stuttered: "I, I..."

She stammered "I" for a long time, and finally gave up the struggle and closed her eyes as if resigned: "I have hemorrhoids."

Whether it is a broken sleeve or a man with hemorrhoids, it is better than the label of a pervert. What's more, Pei Ming also discovered the blood behind her. If she didn't say that she had hemorrhoids, it would be hard not to be suspicious.

Everything was difficult at the beginning, she didn't want her face, and she naturally made up nonsense a lot easier: "I have hemorrhoids again, and I always bleed. I just borrowed a menstrual belt from Song Zhizhi, because I don't know which one is clean. Just smell it."

Although the words came out, Song Dingding still didn't dare to look up, always feeling that as soon as he looked up, he would see Pei Ming's strange eyes.

There was silence in the room, and after a while, she vaguely heard the sound of Xi Xi Susuo sounding in front of her.

Song Dingding couldn't help being curious, and glanced at the source of the sound from the corner of his eye, only to see Pei Ming pulling out dozens of brand-new menstrual belts from the storage ring.

He smiled softly: "Is it enough?"

Song Dingding: "..."

Li Hua: "..."

Song Dingding tremblingly took the menstrual tape handed by Pei Ming, buried his head and thanked him, and quickly left the door.

When she was about to reach the door, she stopped abruptly, bit her lip and turned her head to look at Li Hua: "You guys, can you keep it a secret for me and don't tell anyone about it?"

Xu Shicai was running fast, her hair fluttered between her temples, the tip of her nose was oozing with sweat, the lips she bit slightly showed a hint of blood, and her amber brown eyes shone with hope.

Li Hua looked at her eyes slightly startled, this young man's clear and clean eyes, very much like his sister who died tragically and prematurely more than ten years ago.

He took a breath, lowered his head and replied, "Okay."

After receiving Li Hua's answer, Song Dingding hurriedly turned and fled, not daring to look at Pei Ming again.

When she was far away, Li Hua closed the door, turned around and asked, "Mr. Wuzang, do you like A Ding?"

Pei Ming walked to the round stool and sat down, pouring a cup of tea gracefully: "Why do you ask that?"

Li Hua said, "You are very special to A Ding."

When the fifteenth month was full, Daojun Wuzang replaced the blood on his body with blood nymphs. Both A Ding and Ma Yun broke in, but he left A Ding behind, and Ma Yun searched for him all night without success.

In Nvzun's country, Ma Yun offended the empress in the palace, was shot in the leg bone and almost died, and Zang Daojun was indifferent. But when the bullet hit A Ding, he risked his identity to save A Ding.

Afterwards, in order not to worry A Ding, he also concealed the fact that he was shot, which was never given to Daojun Yuwei and Ma Yun.

Pei Ming looked lazy, and inadvertently put his fingers on the black rosewood table, like a finely carved piece of art: "Do you know how to use seven swallowing dragon **** to summon a dragon?"

Li Hua shook his head.

Pei Ming said softly, "Sacrifice."

Li Hua was stunned for a moment: "What are you offering?"

"Sacrifice the life of the one you love the most." He tapped his fingertips on the table, and his lips curved slightly.

…

Song Dingding didn't go out for three whole days, not only because she couldn't get out of bed because of dysmenorrhea, but also partly because she was escaping from reality.

Whenever her mind was empty, she could not help but see the scene where she was holding on to her menstrual affairs, but when she raised her head, she bumped into Pei Ming.

In the past, there was a tiger sniffing roses, and now there is a Dingding hearing about menstruation—she has no face to meet anyone.

Until the fourth night, Ma Yun knocked on her door.

"The king set up a dinner party, and Sister Pei asked you to come over for dinner." He leaned on a cane and shouted in a low voice.

The male duck's voice in the juvenile's voice-changing period was so piercing that his ears hurt. Song Dingding put on men's clothes, tidy up briefly, and opened the door to go to the banquet with him.

After walking a few steps, Ma Yun casually handed a porcelain bottle to her hand: "I heard that you have hemorrhoids, and my father also has hemorrhoids. Eating this will work."

Song Dingding: "..."

She gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Who did you listen to?"

Ma Yun said of course: "Sister Pei."

Song Dingding choked for a moment, and was at a loss for a moment.

She clenched the porcelain vase in her hand and walked quickly to the banquet palace. She was about to find a place to sit down, but she heard Pei Ming's clear voice: "Come here, A Ding."

His voice was not too loud or too small, just enough for her to hear clearly. Song Dingding couldn't even pretend that he couldn't hear him.

As soon as she walked over, Pei Ming opened the bench thoughtfully, Song Dingding looked at the soft cushion on the chair, and the smile on his face gradually distorted.

Ma Yun sat beside her: "You have hemorrhoids, so you can't sit on a hard chair."

Song Dingding: "..." I thank your family.

Feeling the scorching gaze from everyone, Song Dingding lowered his head and was about to plunge his head under the dining table.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard the king's voice before she straightened up and looked around.

The interior of the castle is decorated in European style, with gorgeous crystal chandeliers overhead, exquisite Athens candlesticks on the five-meter-long walnut dining table, and beautifully framed landscape oil paintings hanging on the walls, as if you are in the kingdom of fairy tales.

The waiter came up one by one with the plate, Song Dingding felt his somewhat empty stomach, smelled the meat aroma from the plate, and couldn't help swallowing.

The spiritual power in the secret realm is thin, and the disciples of various sects who have long been fasted have no source to collect spiritual power, so they can only maintain their physical strength by eating.

Song Dingding has not gone out these days, and the task of saving the three princesses falls on Daojun Yuwei. Although there is no substantial progress in the task, the king is still very enthusiastic and entertains them with delicious food every day. .

Without saying a word, the king opened his hand and said, "Dear warriors! Enjoy!"

Song Dingding couldn't stand it for a long time, and when the attendant lifted the silver plate cover, he could not wait to fork a piece of meat with a fork that he didn't know what kind of meat it was.

She was about to put it in her mouth, but a silver fork suddenly appeared in front of her, and it just got stuck in the gap of her fork.

Pei Mingcha took away her flesh and said slowly, "A Ding, if you have hemorrhoids, you need to be vegetarian."

Song Dingding: "..."

"I'll just eat a piece." She looked at the meat he forked away and begged in a low voice, "A piece is fine."

Ma Yun snorted coldly: "How old are you, you won't die if you eat less meat."

With that, he forked a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Song Dingding: "???"

She was suffocating, but there was a slender and white hand in her sight, like a young pianist with clear bones, and the jade-colored storage ring on her index finger showed a lustrous and cool lustre.

The silver fork fell on the plate, and the tines squeaked against the plate. When she came back to her senses, she saw that there was more vegetable salad on the plate.

Pei Ming raised his hand over her head and smiled softly: "Be obedient."

His voice was elegant and graceful, warm like a spring breeze, blowing slowly, enough to melt thousands of mountains and thousands of snow, making Song Dingding suffocate slightly.

She lowered her head and thought, if she doesn't eat, she won't eat.

The king raised his goblet, and the attendants hurried forward to pour wine for the guests at the table.

This time, Pei Ming didn't stop Song Dingding.

Because of congenital heart disease, she has never tried things that many her peers think are ordinary.

This was Song Dingding's first time to drink. She took two sips of wine and thought it tasted good, so she drank more.

After the dinner was over, Song Dingding touched his hot cheeks, his head slightly swollen.

- That's what it feels like to be drunk.

She didn't drink too much, but her head was dizzy, and some vague green dots appeared in front of her eyes from time to time, but it was okay to go back to the room to sleep.

Pei Ming asked Ma Yun to send her back. Under the urging of alcohol, she felt sleepy as soon as she entered the room, and fell asleep soundly when she got on the bed.

Ma Yun closed the doors and windows and left the room.

In the middle of the night, Song Dingding was awakened by the urge to urinate, she turned over in a daze, and was suddenly awakened by a cold air blowing in her ears.

"Have you Guishui passed?"

Song Dingding froze when he felt the hand on his waist constantly rising, and opened his eyes in the darkness.