Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

At the last moment of consciousness dissipation, Azhao saw a person pounce towards him.

Stupid.

She was confused and thought, "This ferry, Heaven will never allow anyone to help. One more person, at least triple the power.

This thunderbolt landed in the realm of the male lord today, don't you want the two of us to play together?

However, it fell into the eyes of ordinary people.

All they saw was a blue figure landing in the thunder center.

The last 7749 lightning strikes came in a fierce way, but when it fell, it seemed like a breeze had swept through, and the back of the salute had fallen on the empty space next to it.

In this scene, the low-level disciples are invisible.

Only Hiroshiko and a few elders saw it.

“This, this is…” an elder, the words were interrupted by Hiroshi without saying anything.

“This is the fortune of the disciples.” The Hiroshi replied.

That was too old to smile: “Yes, it's their luck. ”

In fact, it is obsessive to smell a gift.

He didn't think too much when he jumped at the moment.

He looked at Zhao and couldn't hold on, thinking if he couldn't make it...

What would happen if he couldn't even think that his body had been thrown into the thunder.

Anyway, this life was also given by the brother. If he didn't carry it at the moment, he died together, it would be regarded as a return.

But the thunder?

I couldn't wait to smell the ritual and rushed to see the people under me.

But this look made him discover something wrong.

Brother, how...

……

Zhao's sleep was refreshing.

When she woke up, she was still a little confused, feeling soft and fluffy under the mattress and a touch of sunshine.

Because it was so comfortable, she forgot who she was right now. Half-crushing his eyes, he hugged the quilt with great satisfaction and beat the crap out of him.

System: "…”

I just walked in and saw this scene as a gift: “…”

He walked up to the front and looked at the man who slept perfectly with his quilt in his eyes, laughing: "Brother? ”

Zhao pretended not to hear.

She waited quietly to hear from herself.

One second.

Two seconds.

The person on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, and the color of the god instantly condensed.

Obviously, this person has come to terms with being awake from obscurity.

Azhaoban looked at his face and looked calmly at the salute: “Brother. ”

And then she looks at the face of the salute, and the dull brain starts to run.

Reminds me of what happened.

Zhao's face suddenly looked ugly.

She sat up in bed and stared cold at the salute: "Breaking into people's thunder, smelling the salute, do you know what you're doing? ”

The smell of courtesy remains the same: “I know. ”

Zhao looked at him like this and got angry: “So you think you've lived too long? ”

She looked at her gently, “I just couldn't resist my brother. ”

“Besides, aren't we all good now? ”

Zhao doesn't know how they survived, but it doesn't stop her from getting angry: “It's a good thing we survived this time! If so, if it's you and me..."

“It doesn't matter if we die together.” Smell her interrupt.

“My destiny was given to me by my brother, and I can't afford to give it back to him. ”

“Don't mention this first, Brother, can you explain this to Brother...”

Zhao was stunned.

Smell the ritual set to look at her: “Should I summon your brother or... Sister? ”