Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Ji Yunting looked at Zhao with his eyes open and lied.

Zhao did not care. Once again, she was happy to touch the box. Unsurprisingly, she again touched the seven feathers of aurora, plus a large pile of gold coins and some small materials.

“All for you.” A Zhao gave Ji Yunting a brainchild of the box.

Magic copies are very difficult and the quality of what you open is good.

These things, if Ji Yunting takes them out and puts them in the trading house, can also earn a fair amount of money.

He held the box, and suddenly he had the illusion of being fed by a rich woman.

He shook his head hard and threw this strange idea out of his mind.

When the two of them came out of the magic copy, Zhao suddenly remembered something: “Ah, yes! Follow me."

She pulled Ji Yunting, and the two of them moved on to the previous plain.

Witch Mountain and Cloud Rain are still here.

But the condition is not very good at the moment, both of them are bleeding.

Both were going to truce.

'Cause when they hit it, they found out that they were tired.

The two sides, which were originally games, did not end up dying at all.

And the simulation of this game is very painful. It really hurts to cut a knife on your body. If you die once, that feeling is also very uncomfortable.

But since Azhao is here, they don't want to die, but they have to die.

Just as Witch Mountain and Cloud Rain were very tacitly prepared to put away their weapons and retreat one step, Witch Mountain suddenly slipped down, his unconscious open hand wanted to maintain his body balance, so it was very “coincidental” that one knife stuck into the body of Cloud Rain.

Yun Yu: "... you fuckin 'witch mountain, your grandfather is playing dirty! ”

How could she swallow this breath in her heart when she saw her blood fall?

Without saying a word, I tore a blast scroll: “Even if I die, I have to pull a cushion! ”

“Boom!”

The fire splashed, and Ji Yuntian's subconscious hands, standing aside, blocked his eyes.

That's great. The two of them will never die again.

He turned his head and saw Zhao's astonished exclamation: “Surely nothing can provoke a woman. Blast the scroll. How much does it hurt? ”

Ji Yunting: “…”

He glanced at the smoking explosion and thought with no expression: I don't think you can mess with women.

When the dust disappears, where they are, there are only two clusters of white light left - exactly what they just lost randomly.

Zhao walked over and picked up something and looked at it.

Yun Yun left behind a glorious fashion, which Ji Yunting knew, the only one in all clothes, the woman who took a lot of means to get it.

Zhao disgusted: “What's her most precious thing? ”

Left behind by Mount Witch is a long knife.

This knife brightened Zhao's eyes: “This is a good thing at first glance! ”

She threw two brains at Ji Yunting.

Ji Yunting was helpless: “I am a swordsman. ”

Witch Mountain is already the most advanced of the artifacts, but he won't need another swordsman.

“Well...” Zhao was somewhat dissatisfied, "these two are really crappier than one, can't even drop a better thing. ”

Ji Yunting: “…”

He silently glanced at two things in his hand that were enough to make a full-suit female player and knifeman crazy, choosing silence again.