The self-cultivation of fast-wearing villains

Chapter 132

[Another thing is that the success rate of making a wish is only 30% for the low-level, 50% for the intermediate level, 70% for the advanced level, and 90% for the extreme level. 】

Yan Luo: "...That is to say, if I spend one hundred points to buy a low-level wishing and wishing amulet, there is only less than one-third chance of success?"

【Yes. 】

Yan Luo has always felt that her self-cultivation is extremely good, but at this moment she really has the urge to scold her mother.

As if receiving strong resentment from the host, 233 continued: [The host does not want to marry, there is another way, that is to complete the task as soon as possible and leave the plane.The hosts of the previous two planes waited until the lifespan of the host was exhausted, and then automatically left. The hosts of this plane can actively leave. 】

"Get away on your own initiative?" Yan Luo raised his eyebrows, "How do you take the initiative?"

[The easiest way is to commit suicide. Once the host dies, the host's soul will be automatically transported back to the system space. 】

Yan Luo: "...I refuse."

Leaving aside such a shameful thing as suicide, she really couldn't do it. Moreover, if she committed suicide, Mrs. Luo would definitely be very sad.Although Yan Luo was very displeased with the fact that Mrs. Luo wanted to marry herself into the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, she knew very well in her heart that this was the case in this era.

If she is determined not to marry, not only will she be ridiculed by others, but the entire Luo family will also become the laughing stock of others.

The Luo family has a large population, and Luo Xiang is only one of them. There are several Luo family daughters who are waiting to be married like her. If there is such an outlier as her, the entire Luo family will be affected.

[There is another method, that is, the host spends 233 points to exchange for a replica, and the replica replaces the host to continue living. ] [-] proposed another plan.

Yan Luo thought about it, this plan is much more reliable than the last suicide, although the [-] points hurts a bit, it is still within the range she can bear.

"It seems that we have to speed up and complete the task earlier." In Yan Luo's impression, under normal circumstances, from the dowry, the engagement, to the final marriage, it takes a year or two at the slowest time, or two or three months at the fastest. possible.

Moreover, in the memory of the original owner, as early as last year when the original owner was a child, Mrs. Luo asked the embroiderer to embroider her a wedding dress. Counting the time, it should be ready by now.

Yan Luo also knew that many things had happened recently, Luo Xiang and Mrs. Luo must want to marry herself and Luo Qinglan as soon as possible, so there is not much time left for her.

At the same time, the Marquis of Wu'an.

Early in the morning, Prince Murong Lin rushed to the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion excitedly, and went straight to the main courtyard.

At this time, Qin Mo was squatting in the yard, and on the wooden shelf beside him were various cold weapons. It could be seen that these weapons were often manipulated by others, they were well maintained, and shone slightly cold in the morning sun. .

"What's the matter?" Qin Mo glanced at Murong Lin indifferently, not intending to stand up and salute at all.

Murong Lin didn't care either, the two of them had known each other for a while, and the way they got along in private had always been like this, and he would never show the prince's profile in front of Qin Mo.

"Cousin, I heard some news this morning, you should be interested." With a mysterious smile on the corner of Murong Lin's mouth, he deliberately stopped in the middle of the sentence, took the teacup from the servant's hand, and calmed down. Busily took a sip of the tea, with the look of "If you don't ask me, I won't talk about it".

　I am going to write a short story, and I would like to ask which genre do you like, abuse, sand sculpture funny, or cool?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)