Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

So she had to find a new goal of hatred to sustain herself.

Huo Weiying's only son, Huo Jun, who looked like his father, became her best target.

Huo Jun was calm and could not see any anger. It was as if the woman in front of him had poisoned his father and poisoned him. It was not such a big deal.

“My father killed your lover by mistake and you took revenge on him. ”

“Father and son pay your debts, you seek revenge from me. ”

Huo Jun said slowly, "Well, what did Madame do to you? You're gonna do it too? ”

When the Sixth Mistress told the story, the whole person seemed to have let go of something.

She laughed when she heard the words: "The young lady is a good man, but she is your wife. ”

She suddenly chuckled, “How can I allow the blood of Huo Weiying to remain in this world? If you marry a wife, she has a baby, and I have another enemy. ”

What suddenly flashed in Huo Jun's mind, and he grabbed it very quickly: “My wife, is she also your pen? ”

The Sixth Mistress said softly, "It's all good daughters' houses. What are you doing here in this filthy place? ”

Huo Jun coldly said, "So you're going to kill them. ”

He stood up and stared at her, saying word for word: "Song, what you've done all these years, is it to get revenge or to satisfy your own desires, you know, the handsome is not interested in knowing this. ”

He turned his gaze in a certain direction: "Xianxian Huo, talk to your mother. ”

The Sixth Mistress is in shock.

She hurriedly turned her head and saw her daughter standing under the vine flower stand with tears on her face.

“Immortal...” she shouted in panic.

Huo Jun stepped away and left the place for the mothers and children.

Give them a final farewell.

The Sixth Mistress did this, one pile at a time, and it was absolutely impossible for her to survive.

Huo Jun felt like he was pressing something.

He was about to walk into his yard.

Zhao was not awake yet. Huo Jun stood beside the bed and stared quietly at her. His heart burst into fear for a while.

Fine.

Fine.

She did not, like the women before her, neither of them had a chance to meet, neither of them had a chance to rendezvous with each other, but lived and died on one side of each other.

Huo Jun never considered himself a good man.

So he had no extra psychological burden on the “fiancées” in front of him other than a little mercy in his heart and some compensation for their families.

But Zhao is different.

Just think that if she was less fortunate, like those girls, she would die silently before anyone noticed the Sixth Mistress conspiracy.

With that possibility in mind, he seemed to asphyxiate.

Commander Huo, who had always been obsessed with his official duties, rarely “passed out”. He took off his coat, followed him to bed, and held the sleeper in his arms.

Only in this way can he truly feel that this man is still alive and is being owned by himself.

That's great.

He bowed his head and left a kiss on her forehead, looking and sleeping.

Zhao got a message at night.

The Sixth Mistress is gone.

Why not? She can guess more or less.

The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy throughout the Great Hall.

She was pressed into bed by Huo Jun and forced to take care of herself.

After more than a dozen days, when Azhao was finally allowed to leave, Xianxian Huo came to bid her farewell.

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