MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse-Chapter 43 forty-three tripods

◎Conquer (two more in one)◎

- Memories are deep and unforgettable for a lifetime.

Song Dingding subconsciously remembered his former roommate when he heard the system mention these two fascinating words.

The roommate's boyfriend secretly planned for nearly a month to make his roommate spend an unforgettable birthday night.

The whole process was followed and photographed. Nearly 100 people pretended to be passersby to give her roses. After leading her to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, her boyfriend played a guitar in a heart-shaped candle to express his confession, and finally, gorgeous fireworks with her name were released on the horizon.

The roommate later said that this was the most romantic and unforgettable birthday she had ever had in her life.

However, Song Dingding, as one of the passers-by who sent roses, saw this form of birthday surprise, and only felt romantic, but also embarrassing to the ground.

She was afraid that she just wanted to celebrate her birthday in peace, so she sent a circle of friends, and some ordinary friends left a message of happy birthday. She didn't know how to deal with it, so she could only put one sentence below: unified reply, thank you for your blessings.

If someone uses the banknote ability to celebrate her birthday with such fanfare, she will be embarrassed enough to want to escape from the earth when she keeps receiving roses from passers-by.

On the other hand, Pei Ming has a restrained personality and is taciturn on weekdays, so he probably wouldn't like such an exaggerated birthday party.

So how can I make Pei Ming feel deeply memorable and unforgettable for a lifetime?

Song Dingding walked up to Bai Qi, took out a handful of thorns from the storage ring, and asked humbly, "What birthday gift do you think will make Pei Ming memorable?"

As the sea king in charge of the large and small fish ponds in the Xiuxian world, Bai Qi held back the tears in her eyes and said sternly, "You have to ask the right person."

"There are many kinds of people, which can be roughly divided into two legs and three legs." She raised her jaw and raised her eyes slightly: "The former is more complicated, so I won't go into details. The latter is mostly empty-headed. Ordinary and confident."

"Pei Ming is someone in between. He is complex and simple. He is sober and knows what he wants."

"For this kind of person, you have to attack him by surprise and surprise..."

Song Dingding became more and more confused, and couldn't help interrupting, "Then what gift are you going to give Miss Pei?"

Bai Qi, who was suddenly mentioned at the sore spot, suddenly changed her expression, her eyes were slightly moist: "I am his gift."

Originally a very ambiguous sentence, when she heard Song Dingding's ears, she became a close friend. She nodded and said, "This is also a good gift."

Bai Qi's pupils shrank and her eyes were filled with tears: "Do you really think so?"

The gap between people is simply too great. When Li Hua heard that she was going to send herself out, she asked her sarcastically if she had washed her brain into water in the bath.

"Well, Miss Pei will definitely like it." Song Dingding wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief, and said in a gentle voice, "I will remember to take the decoction later. You can drink some warm water properly in the past two days, and don't scratch the allergic areas. Don't eat spicy food."

This was all a subconscious reminder from the medical student, but Bai Qi looked at Song Dingding, who was very gentle and gentle, but her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

Most of the men she has met are self-righteous and self-reliant straight men, and occasionally there are men who cater to her thoughts, but they all look at her with a strong purpose.

They were kind to her, either because of her beauty, or because of their strange desire to conquer, but Song Dingding looked at her without any purpose or use, but simply cared about her.

"Everyone has gone away, wipe your lazi." Li Hua patted her on the head.

Bai Qi seemed to be suddenly awake, took out a stack of small notebooks from her sleeve, and took a charcoal pen to write on the notebook: A Ding can drink thirty glasses of spirits, A Ding has a prophetic Ability, A Ding has a little understanding of medical skills.

Li Hua wanted to take a look, but the charcoal brush suddenly stopped, followed by a cold and fierce gaze.

"Look again, I gouged your eyes!"

Seeing that she didn't cry anymore, Li Hua took out two bottles of pearl cream from the storage ring: "Tomorrow, A Ding is going to compete with Lu Qingchen, so I'll go find her first."

After saying that, he handed Pearl Cream to her and chased after her.

Song Dingding didn't go back to the room. She felt that to be cautious, she should ask others for more experience.

After all, it is always safer for women to ask a few more people.

Once on the third floor, she happened to bump into Song Zhizhi in the stairwell.

Seeing Song Zhizhi holding the sack in her hand, she couldn't help but wonder, "What are you doing?"

"I brought a lot of wine from the animal kingdom, and I'm still idle. Why don't I take it out and sell it to the people in Qingping Villa."

With that said, Song Zhizhi untied the sack and showed Song Dingding what she had achieved in recent days.

Song Dingding looked at the dazzling red wine bottles in the sack, and couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth. It seemed that when she left the wine cellar of Duke Wilton, she emptied the red wine on the wine shelf.

Song Zhizhi is really amazing. Others come to the secret realm of Tianmen to look for swallowing dragon balls, but she is like a money-making machine with no emotions, searching for every opportunity to make money.

She picked up the sack: "if you're okay, I'll go first."

Song Dingding remembered the business and asked, "When you celebrated your birthday, what was the most memorable gift you received?"

Song Zhizhi hardly thought about it: "My father, who just passed away, once gave me a sea basin. I gave it to you last time."

She likes to eat seafood. In order to please her mother, the first elder tried his best to come up with a sea basin that could take out seafood indefinitely.

The two of them made a bet in Nvzunguo before to become gold, but she lost the bet and gave Song Dingding the sea basin.

Hearing this, Song Dingding couldn't help being moved.

She thought that Song Zhizhi would talk about gold and silver treasures, but she didn't expect that for Song Zhizhi, the most important thing was the heart of the person who gave the gift.

Song Dingding seemed to understand the real meaning of giving gifts. She took out the Juhai Basin from the storage ring: "I will return the Juhai Basin to you, so I can keep it as a thought."

Song Zhizhi frowned: "What are you doing for me? If you hadn't bet on this thing, I would have thrown it away sooner or later."

Song Dingding was stunned for a moment: "But, didn't you say that this sea basin is the most memorable gift you have ever received?"

She nodded: "Yes! This thing is useless and takes up space. It is the most unsatisfactory birthday gift I have ever received. I have hinted to him many times, just give me a mine, but he has to fix it. These unrealistic things."

Song Dingding: "..."

Until Song Zhizhi was far away, she still held the sea basin and froze in place.

Li Hua came up from the stairwell and saw that her pestle was motionless in the corner, and asked in confusion, "A Ding, have you been punched?"

Song Dingding came back to his senses, shook his head at Li Hua, and chased after the corridor on the third floor: "Ma Yun, what is the most memorable birthday gift you have ever received?"

Ma Yun leaned on crutches and paused: "Birthday gift?"

He pondered for a moment: "My father gave me a cold sword last year, my mother and concubine gave me a pair of robes sewn by myself, and Sister Pei gave me a white jade cup..."

Ma Yun said everything like a treasure, even the coral hairpin that the dragon palace shrimp soldiers and crabs will give him.

Song Dingding's head was so big when he heard it, how could he have a deep memory of so many birthday gifts? Could it be that everyone's gifts are valuable to him?

She turned to look at Lu Cha beside Ma Yun: "What about you? What memorable birthday gifts have you received?"

Lu Cha's long and slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and a light blush appeared on his fair cheeks: "A book given to me by my sister next door."

She nodded slightly: "I see, do you like the sister next door?"

"No, no." He hurriedly shook his head and clarified, "My sister is already married, but that book made me understand the meaning of life."

Song Dingding was confused again.

When she thought that the intention of giving gifts was the most important, Song Zhizhi regarded the sea basin that the elder had spent so much effort to find as a useless thing.

When she thought that the value of giving gifts was the most important, Ma Yun named a dozen ordinary to extreme small gifts in one breath.

Now, Lu Cha said that the most important thing is the meaning of the gift, not the person who gave the gift.

Li Hua, who was standing aside, understood what Song Dingding was doing. With a dazed look on her face, he returned to the room: "What they said is right, but not entirely right."

"You have to understand what he wants. If he wants to eat apples, you give him peaches. Isn't this a kind of imposition?"

"The intention and value of giving a gift are equal. When you put in enough time, energy and hard work, the gift will naturally have value, just like the gift Ma Yun received."

"As for Lu Cha, the greatest significance of the book he received came from the person who gave him the gift. In other words, it was his elder sister who taught him the value of life, not the book."

Li Hua concluded: "Pei Ming is different from them. As long as the person who gives the gift is you, he will be happy with anything."

Song Dingding seemed to be in a state of enlightenment, and finally understood the meaning of people saying that listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books.

She pushed Li Hua out of the house: "Thank you, Master, for the suggestion. I'm going to make something overnight. We'll see you tomorrow."

Li Hua couldn't help but reminded: "You will be better than a sword tomorrow..."

Song Dingding interrupted: "I know, please tell the other people, the housekeeper warned us not to walk around at night, especially not to go to the bamboo forest where Madam lives."

After he said that, he heard a 'bang', and Li Hua looked at the closed door, his face was a little hard to say.

Could it be that preparing a birthday gift for Pei Ming is more important than tomorrow's life-and-death battle?

She made Lu Qingchen lose face yesterday, and Lu Qingchen will definitely not let her go easily. If she loses the sword tomorrow, Li Hua is afraid that he will kill Song Dingding.

He thought about it and walked towards Pei Ming's room.

Pei Ming came back a moment earlier than Song Dingding. When Li Hua opened the door and entered, he had just finished bathing.

The wet silver hair scattered behind him, and the condensed dew ran down the tips of his hair. He sat at the ebony table, holding a tea clip in his hand, and turning the tea cakes on the stove.

"Wuzang Daojun is so leisurely and self-satisfied, but it caused me to be cut into pieces by Bai Qi." Li Hua couldn't help but said indignantly.

Pei Ming's expression was sloppy, as if he didn't notice his anger, and said lazily, "That's a pity."

Li Hua was stunned: "What a pity, what a pity?"

Pei Ming said casually, "I wanted to promote a good marriage."

Li Hua: "…"

"Bai Qi and I? A good marriage? Stop joking, only a fool would fall into the same pit twice."

Li Hua let out a long sigh and sat opposite Pei Ming: "It's such a time, but you can sit still. Tomorrow noon tomorrow afternoon A Ding and Lu Qingchen are fighting swords, he will definitely kill her, do you care? "

Pei Ming took out the roasted tea cake with a tea clip, put it aside to cool, and said lightly, "So what?"

-so what?

Li Hua took a deep breath and chewed these four words between his teeth.

For his birthday, A Ding went around asking others what was the most memorable gift they had ever received. He didn't even practice swords anymore, and buried himself in the room to prepare birthday gifts for him.

In the end, he didn't care about A Ding's life or death, could he just watch A Ding get pierced by Lu Qingchen's sword?

Li Hua couldn't help but said: "Mr. Wu Zang, I think your approach is a bit excessive. Lu Qingchen recovered his spiritual power through the waterfall, and another spiritual vein came into his body. His cultivation level is even worse than before, if you don't care about it. Ding, then she…”

Pei Ming raised his black eyes and interrupted him: "Li Hua, it's a good thing to be in the play."

"Just don't get into the play too deeply, and you can't tell the reality." The slender and white fingers were attached to the gilt-patterned silver tea mill, and the voice without emotional ups and downs sounded slowly.

Li Hua's face suddenly turned pale, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, and he was silent for a long time: "I see."

Everything is fake, the so-called master-disciple friendship, the admiration and detachment shown by the people in front of A Ding are just a carefully planned move by Daojun Wuzang.

Li Hua got up and left, walking in a hurry, and the two doors he brought with him clacked.

This is like his silent protest, but also to vent the anger that is suppressed in his heart at this moment.

Pei Ming holds a tea grinder and grinds the tea cakes with a faint fragrance. The complete tea cakes are crushed into foam. When the water boils, add salt to taste, and then put the tea foam of even size in the second boil. Stir the center.

The tea taste refreshes the spleen, and the fire is still burning, omitting the step of cultivating water and cultivating the water, until the clear tea is boiled to turbidity and becomes a cup of bitter and strong tea.

Pei Ming poured himself a cup of tea, and after the tea was cool, he took a sip of strong tea and savored it on the tip of his tongue.

What birthday present will he receive tomorrow?

Really looking forward to it.

…

That night, no one slept in the water lotus pavilion.

Song Dingding was busy preparing Pei Ming's birthday gift in the room, while Lu Qingchen and others spent the night soaking in the waterfall, just hoping to make themselves stronger before leaving Qingping Villa.

In the early morning of the next day, when the fine sunlight shone into the house through the window lattice, she rubbed her blue eyes and carefully put away the birthday gift that she had carved all night.

Song Dingding sat in front of the table all night, his back was sore, and his neck creaked as he turned.

She moved her muscles and bones, and after washing, she opened the door.

But just early in the morning, there were already quite a few people guarding her door. They looked energetic, a perfect contrast to Song Dingding's haggard appearance, which seemed to be drained of blood.

Lu Qingchen walked out of the crowd, and sneered with a smile on his lips: "It seems that you practiced the sword all night last night."

Song Dingding took out the Reiki Pills from Pei Ming, and after taking two pills, his face turned slightly rosy. She raised her eyes lazily: "It's better than Young Master Lu. You see you've been soaked in waterfall water all night, and your face has been soaked."

Lu Qingchen touched her face subconsciously, and saw that the skin on her face was not wrinkled by the water, and then she realized that she was playing with him.

His eyes were sullen: "smart, I'll see how you kneel down and beg me later."

Song Dingding ignored him, she walked straight to Pei Ming's room and knocked on the door: "Miss Pei, are you awake?"

"Wake up." A faint voice came from the room.

After a while of getting dressed, the door was opened with a creak. Pei Ming looked lazy and leaned against the door frame: "Is there anything you can do with me, A Ding?"

Song Dingding's palm dangling beside him was oozing with sweat, and the palm was slightly sticky, clenched and loosened: "Miss Pei, I heard that today is your birthday."

He nodded and said, "What's wrong?"

Song Dingding blushed slightly, and brought the birthday gift that he held in his palm for a long time to him: "Happy birthday."

She could clearly hear her own heartbeat, which was fast and powerful. The fingers on the other side were pinching the inside of the sleeve, so nervous that she wanted to buckle the fabric to make a hole.

Pei Ming lowered his eyes and looked at her raised palm, holding a delicate square cauldron.

The small cauldron was carved out of wood, with cicada patterns engraved on the front and rear sides of the cauldron, and unicorns engraved on the left and right.

It's just, what does she mean by giving him a tripod?