Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Young, beautiful and pure, the song is like an elegant and refreshing orchid that has been unleashed at a glamorous and indulgent time.

She's on fire.

The fire was in Pops' expectations.

More than he expected.

She made a lot of money for Daddy, and there were millionaires obsessed with her, willing to ransom herself for her.

Dad didn't approve.

He didn't raise such a baby goosebump just to let her go into someone else's house and be his wife.

How can you let someone go if you don't make enough money?

Two years.

Little girls who knew nothing learned to smoke, drink, smile in a pile of men, and move.

When you get used to false intentions, you will treasure your heart even more, and you will understand how rare it is.

She fell in love with someone.

Not a Night City security guard.

Tall and honest, no money.

In terms of status, she can't even compare to a finger when she's Red Gorgeous.

But he saw that she had no nausea, no flattery, only shy and enthusiastic feelings.

Every morning she runs far away to her place and brings her some warm porridge; in winter, she warms her hands with clumsiness.

The relationship between the two is secret and delightful, like the relationship between the two.

Song and Dad had a deal: two years. All the money she had earned for two years had been given to Dad, and two years later, the deed of sale had been returned to her and she had been set free.

Dad's face was profound, but he didn't say anything, he said yes.

The song begins to look forward to the future.

Women who begin to have hope for life are like dusty jewels that finally shine a glare.

She became more beautiful, more attractive and more famous.

She was getting closer and closer to the man, and they even talked about it, and when they got out of here, they were looking for a quiet town to live in.

They've all saved up a little money, enough to live a comfortable life for half their lives.

One year, two years.

That night, the song gave Father a generous sum of money.

Dad smoked a cigarette, took a deep look at her, and eventually didn't say anything, giving her a thin piece of paper.

“After tomorrow, leave Pingging. That man is fine.” This gloomy man says so.

The song was shocked.

Daddy grinned, “What do you think Daddy does? How covert are you again? ”

He suddenly strangled the cigarette and spit on the ground: “Get lost, I'll never have to be kind again in my life and send the money tree away with my own hands. Don't shake in front of me. Don't let me change my mind! ”

The song didn't say anything. On his knees, he kowtowed his father's head and turned away.

The next night, it was her last show.

Men have bought train tickets to the south, and ceremonies have been packed.

When she gets off the stage, change her clothes and leave at night.

She will say goodbye to the first half of her life, truly living like a normal woman.

How wonderful.

- If it wasn't for that shot.

In a scream, she stood still, staring dead at the corner.

Her man, the man she had just entrusted with the rest of her life, was still discussing with her an hour ago whether to buy a four-house or a small building, lying on his back on the floor.

Blood spread beneath him, blooming a bloody flower, staining her eyes red.

He's dead.

The queen of Night City sang, too, dead.

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2 more.

These two chapters can be viewed as separate from the Sixth Mistress.

The abominable must have pity.