Every world I die young

It is a pity that Guan Ji, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, suddenly died of a serious illness early in the morning of the second day. Long claws, law-abiding.

Ming Gui Palace.

No, absolutely impossible!

Mo Yinglan firmly denied his speculation. After a while, he felt light on his body, neither uncomfortable nor painful, so he pushed the wheelchair with difficulty with his hands and planned to change clothes.

It was very difficult for Mo Yinglan to push the wheelchair. Who knows why it took so much effort to push the wheelchair, which was clearly made according to his drawings.

Mo Yinglan barely grasped the wheels on both sides, turned a few times, and walked a distance of less than three meters. His face was flushed, he was panting violently, and his chest was throbbing. Fortunately, He doesn't feel deeply.

The system covered its face and said [Host, you really are not suitable for selling coolies, you should feel at ease in the future as a good-for-nothing little lover who is taken care of by the male lead. 】

The little emperor is the hero?Is the task target the male protagonist of each world?How does the hero decide?

Mo Yinglan tilted her head in doubt, and blurted out three fatal questions.

After the system was down for a few seconds, he said [The task target defaults to the person with the highest luck value in the small world. 】

Mo Yinglan fell silent suddenly, neither asked what was the standard, nor asked about the value of luck, he lowered his head in thought, his eyelashes drooped.

Luck value... is it the highest?

The supplement of the system is long overdue now, [Well, that is the protagonist, the reason why I call him the male protagonist is because the task target has always been male, but because the male protagonist has extremely strong luck, so the male protagonist Most of them have flawed personalities and are relatively easy to attack. This is also my... our system's strategy. 】

The expression on Mo Yinglan's face suddenly changed slightly, but it was just a quick flash, and the system didn't notice it at all.

And to take a step back, every time you read an outsider's heart, you need to consume luck points. The system is a miser, and of course you won't want to spend your points to perceive Mo Yinglan when you have nothing to do. heart.

Mo Yinglan sighed, the system, it's really troublesome not being able to stand up, what can you do?

The system snorted contemptuously, 【I said earlier that the old doctor Xu was the adoptive father of Imperial Physician Fang in the palace, and that Imperial Physician Fang was caught by Yunying and willing to be his pawn. If you don’t listen, what can I do? . 】

[Okay, okay, you can use my luck value to block the pain, first. 】

real?The system is so kind of you to give me points!Well, it's luck value for you.

[First, first...] The first sentence at the back of the system, "Observe first, then pay later" was forced to swallow it at the beginning, and it repeated several times in a dull manner.

System ~ Mo Yinglan acted shamelessly as a baby.

[Ah, forget it, I will give you 100 points, but it can only be used in this world!Hmph, I just pity your negative points. 】

Facing Mo Yinglan, the system froze.

Hehe, um, you are right, you are the best.

Mo Yinglan smiled, she was usually stingy, but at critical moments, she used 100 points to buy people's hearts, which is really amazing.

The familiar warm current flowed from his heart, flowing all over his limbs. Mo Yinglan moved his legs, but he didn't feel anything. He stood up quickly, changed into clean clothes, and then immediately returned to the wheelchair.

System, about 10 minutes have passed, how many points have I used?

The system checked and it said [5 points, the consumption of points increases step by step. 】

Oh, there are still 95 points, enough, by the way, where is the little emperor?

【How to plan to kill the power of the original owner. 】

Mo Yinglan laughed softly, he's the only one?How can this work?

Then, as if to solve his problems, the door of Minggui Palace slowly opened, and the bright sunlight slanted into the dark palace. Mo Yinglan squinted her eyes, and the aura in her body instantly changed from casual to gloomy and cold.

The 16-year-old girl is wearing a bright yellow winter gown skirt, a phoenix crown is worn rigorously and neatly, a gold contract is embroidered with lifelike phoenix and phoenix patterns, she is wearing coral red earrings and court beads, and a pair of gold satin white Bottom phoenix clogs.

Her temples were cut like knives, her eyebrows were painted in ink, and her face was peach-colored. Only her pair of almond eyes were extremely pleasing, and the gentle smile in her eyes was like a poor acting skill, which seemed ridiculous and made people feel alive. cold.