Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“Marshmallows, I'm sorry.” She said.

After that, she stunned, and so did the marshmallows.

Cotton candy asked carefully, "Zhao, why did you just tell me you're sorry? ”

A Zhaoran: “Why... I don't know why. ”

The sudden emotion just now has disappeared, leaving no trace of it.

The marshmallows silenced down and the little anticipation that rose in my heart disappeared.

This is when Missia found it.

“Lily, what are you doing here? ”

Zhao stood up from the ground: "Sister Missia. ”

Missia glanced at her depressed gaze and instantly insisted on her thoughts: "Want to go to Your Majesty and cry here without success? ”

Azhao: “... Actually, I didn't...” I cried sadly.

And Missia interrupted her words: "I don't have to explain it. I was young. ”

Zhao: “I really didn't...”

“You're too young.” Misia said.

“What?” Zhao blushed.

Missia looked at her as if she were coming over: "Your Majesty doesn't like little girls. Even if you succeeded in drawing His Majesty's attention, you couldn't get His Majesty to bed, could you? ”

Zhao: "Ah? ”

MISSIA: “So, don't think about it so much. Love yourself, eat well, drink well, dress yourself beautifully. With the look of Lily like you, she must have grown up to be a brilliant crown. Then..."

Missia revealed a look of anticipation: "Then we will seduce our cold Lord the Demon King. ”

A Zhaozhao eyed the tongue.

The other party really thinks "Want to Sleep Demon King” as a rational and uplifting project.

“Missia.” Cold voices suddenly appeared in the ears of two people. "Too much time lately? ”

Missia hastily changed her expression and had to be serious: "Your Majesty. ”

“As the head maid of the Demon Palace, pay attention to your words and deeds. ”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Misia replied.

But she quickly added: "If Your Majesty wants someone to sleep with, don't forget me. ”

Zhao never heard the demon king's answer again. I don't know if he was angry or if I felt it was necessary to answer such words.

Soon, however, she remembered the familiar indifferent voice of the Demon King again in her ear: "You, don't delude yourself into my idea. ”

Zhao: “...”

She glanced at Missia and said it to herself, obviously alone, as usual.

She looked down at herself with a soft, white hand and a little baby fat.

She's just a nine-year-old girl!

What led everyone to think of themselves like this?

Or is it that the people of the magic are so open?

She opened her mouth and suddenly realized that she didn't need to speak and that consciousness could convey her thoughts.

“Your Majesty, please don't insult me! I like you, I admire you, I want to follow you, I don't have that dirty desire. ”

“And allow me to emphasize once again that I am only nine years old, Your Majesty, and that I am seven years old. ”

The Demon King dropped his eyelashes and smiled coldly: "Well, I hope you remember what you said today. ”

Zhao: “...”

Why does this guy make his teeth tickle like that?

“Lily, Lily?” Missia shouted at her twice, "How did you start staying again? ”