¡¾okay! ¡¿886 spoke excitedly, and then a mechanical system alarm sounded in Mu Ran's mind.
[The emotional value of the male protagonist Leng Sichen for the host Mu Ran has been tested. The current love value is one hundred, and the degree of blackness is twenty. ¡¿
Mu Ran was not surprised at all, but was very interested in the so-called degree of blackness: ¡¾What is this degree of blackness? ¡¿
[Reporting to the host, the degree of blackening represents something different. But when the degree of blackening reaches a certain level, the hero may act differently towards the host. ¡¿
¡¾for example? ¡¿
[If the hero's blackness reaches sixty, he may have a great desire to control the host. When it reaches 80, the host may be restricted in freedom; when it reaches 100, it is very likely that the host will be imprisoned, and the extreme personality may kill the host, etc]
Hearing these things, Mu Ran suddenly became a little apprehensive.
He had a flash of inspiration and asked: [Then can you check how black the painter treated me in the last world? ¡¿
¡¾Can! In the last world, the painter's degree of blackening of the host was only sixty, and when he almost imprisoned the host, it was only seventy. ¡¿
Mu Ran choked in fright, Yuanyuan's eyes widened involuntarily, the spirit fruit he had just eaten was stuck in his throat, and he coughed violently.
Seeing this, Leng Sichen frowned, raised his hand and patted Mu Ran's back, and said softly, "Why are you so careless?"
Hearing this, Mu Ran coughed even more fiercely.
Tears were stimulated to flow out, and he said to 886 in disbelief: [Are you sure that in the last world, the artist's blackness towards me was only seventy? Not a hundred? ¡¿
886 was a little confused: ¡¾It's the host. ¡¿
When Mu Ran heard this, his whole body suddenly became ill.
In the last world, the painter almost imprisoned him, and almost imprisoned him mentally. After all this, the degree of blackness is only seventy?
How terrible is that one hundred?
Mu Ran raised his head in a daze, gasping for breath.
Leng Si looked at Mu Ran with his jade-like cheeks, and his eyes dimmed slightly.
A cute-looking boy with a bit of baby fat, round cat-like light brown eyes with a light layer of water, red lips slightly parted, exposing a small tongue that seems to be glowing with heat.
There are two faint tears hanging on the corner of the eye.
Leng Sichen raised his arm, and struck Mu Ran's cheek with his slender white hand: "In the future"
Just as Leng Sichen was about to touch the teardrops in the corners of Mu Ran's eyes, Mu Ran couldn't help shrinking his neck back a little.
Listening to the news that "the hero's blackness has increased by 30, and the current blackness is fifty" sounded in his ears, Mu Ran felt like crying.
He really didn't do it on purpose just now, it was purely a subconscious action¡ª¡ª
The look Leng Sichen looked at him just now was terrible, his dark condensed eyes flashed as if he wanted to eat him, he felt that it was not his hand that Leng Sichen stretched out to him, but something that made him The knife that lost his life accidentally.
Mu Ran felt a little haggard.
He squeezed out an ugly smile: "Master, Master"
Mu Ran felt that the one who shouted the most was Master after all these days.
He didn't want to either, but he was cowardly¡ª¡ª
Leng Sichen's hand that stopped in mid-air froze slightly, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he put his hand down.
However, Mu Ran felt that the breath around him became even colder.
Mu Ran expressed that he wanted to cry. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com