Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao did not resist because he was forced to. He was still held by the male lead.

But they held each other for a long time and still didn't mean to let go.

A Zhao tried to move a bit.

The place seemed to react.

He slowly, slowly loosened Zhao.

They were less than a foot apart and looked at the person in front of them without blinking.

Twenty years of light and shadow did not change the appearance of this person, but the color of the god grew much paler, perhaps just woke up, those eyes always cold and swordy in the past days, is also a quiet.

Smell the ceremony and watch, and your attention shifts elsewhere.

Brother's eyelashes are so long.

The roots are clear and naturally curled up to form a perfect little fan.

Brother looks really good.

Because of the injuries, the surrounding atmosphere, which belongs to sword repair, is no longer present, and the advantages of the five officials are indefinitely highlighted.

Lang Yan is unique and world-class.

He looked almost greedy and wanted to reach out and touch it.

In fact, it's not like he hasn't touched this face in years of coma.

But how can a shell lying in a cold jade bed with little chance of survival be compared to the living person in front of it?

Zhao was a little disturbed by the male lead's eyes.

She whispered: "Brother. ”

The smell of human salutation returned to God and suppressed the thoughts that should not have been revealed, and became the good brother of the gentle consecration.

“Brother, what's wrong? ”

“I'm cold.” A Zhao shrunk.

It hurts to smell courtesy.

Ten thousand years of cold jade, though extremely cold, but the monks can reach the Golden Dan period without fear of cold and heat.

I can't believe my cousin was cold.

It's not because...

Zhao also reacted this time.

Why is she cold?

“I...” Her lip was a little twitchy, "What happened to me? ”

"Don't panic, brother. You were wounded too badly before, and luckily you were born with a few inches of deviation from normal people, and that old black wind thief failed. Master, his old man took a lot of effort to save your life, but your repair..."

A Zhaoxin shuddered, waiting to hear the words under the ceremony.

Smell the polite smile: “I just can't practise anymore because I'm not practicing anymore. As a brother, you will soon be able to return to the previous realm. ”

Zhao was relieved.

Fine. Fine.

If you just start over, it's not like you can't practice anymore.

She was still thinking that it was too cold for a warm pair of arms to pass through her waist.

She was beaten up and hugged.

“Brother...”

Feeling the temperature in her arms, she smiled: “It's too cold in here, I'll take my brother home. ”

Zhao said: “I'll go myself. ”

Nor was the salute forced, and she was submissive to put her down.

Zhao's legs just landed, not yet steady, it was soft, the whole fell into the ready smeller's arms.

The laughing voice of the salute came from the top of his head: "Brother lay in bed for a long time, afraid of weakness, brother offended. ”

Zhao: “...”

She was eventually brought back to Snow Peak in the form of a princess hug.

As soon as they arrived at Snow Peak, there was an old man waiting in his robe.

Zhao glanced and his eyes were sour: "Master...”

Hu Zheng's face permanently resided, Guangfangzi has always been a middle-aged literary figure, but at this moment, A Zhao saw that his hair was actually white.

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