Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Smell that the manager has not yet reacted, and see the Xiangmen disciples, all of them enthusiastically surrounded.

“This little boy, come to my Yunxiamen, I can introduce you to the elders and recommend you to the disciples. ”

“Wood spiritual roots, best suited to my Dan Wah Zong. ”

“I Lotus Fairy Gate...”

Jin Hao couldn't see the attitude of the fairy gate, but a good seedling of the water and wood, he was about to get up to ask, and there was a white shadow around him.

Jin Hao looked at his elder brother and walked towards the children surrounded by the crowd.

No, no, Shui Wood Double Spirit Root is rare, but it's not worth the big brother's visit, is it?

Azhao looked at the group surrounding the male owner, and the noise was disturbing.

She released the pressure belonging to the shrine, and for a moment, the disciples of Immortal Gate seemed strangled, unable to speak any more.

Zhao separated the crowd and walked straight to the male lead.

She lowered her head and looked down: "Would you like to join me in Lingyun Xianzong? ”

Many, many years later, the smell ceremony remembered that scene.

The cactus in the white coat of ink hair flies over, as if stepping on the cloud.

Everyone around him made his way for him, but he looked at himself alone.

He asked him, "Would you like to join me in Lingyun Immortal Sect? ”

The smell raised his head and just thought the sun was a little dazzling.

He heard his voice: “I do. ”

Whether or not this man knows his secret, Ling Yunxianzong, he always goes there.

Zhao's heart was happy, but it was only a moment of softness.

She thought about it and reached out to smell the ritual.

Smell the ritual.

Zhaoming Daojun is famous in the realm of cultivation because he is cold-blooded and unhappy to contact people.

What's he doing now?

Azhao saw the male lead look at his hands shy [Misty], like he didn't dare touch [Misty], more pity in his heart.

She softened her voice: "I've taken you to the other doors. ”

The hand was still stretched out, and the salute was finally confirmed: Zhaoming Daojun was going to hold his hand.

He looked up at the hand in front of him, white as a jade, beautifully elongated, with distinct bones, like a good work of art.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally reached out and sat on this hand.

So soft!

When Azhao's eyes lit up, he took comfort in shaking the male lead's hand and took him in the direction of Lingyun Xianzong.

By now, the disciples of Lingyun Xianzong had already stayed.

When did he and they ever see such a gentle big brother?

Yes, gentle.

Brother Lingyun Xianzong, you can describe it in various terms such as cool, lonely, dusty, etc., but never with the word gentle.

At this moment, however, he did not have a smile on his face, but the fine motion, the gentle gaze, everyone can associate the word "gentle”.

A female disciple muttered: “I used to think that the big brother with the cold sword couldn't open his eyes, but the big brother at this moment was heartbroken. ”

Another disciple whispered, "So the big brother likes kids? Hate that I can't get another tire. ”

There was a man on the side who said, "Do you like kids? Brother Guangxin's granddaughter was born so cute, have you ever seen her before? ”

Once again, he looked at the child held by Ah Zhao, and his tone was full of envy: “Not like children, but just by chance, this child of the human world has just entered the eyes of the elder brother? ”

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A subconscious glance at the time, 5: 30, um, still daytime, no cat sickness!

See you tonight, Mua!