Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Azhao and Renminbi lived in this small valley for several days.

Without any interruption, Zhao's daily life is:

Eat!

Drink!

Plus some freshly-driven guy who sticks to it from time to time without shame or mania.

Smell the ritual for many years of wishing to accomplish, the whole human temperament is gentler than day.

More than at this moment, the smeller was picking a bunch of flowers that blossomed perfectly, ready to be placed in Zhao's house.

He was extremely fortunate that he had not survived that thunderbolt in his previous life.

Otherwise, you won't meet Sister.

Without this man, even if the ascent succeeds, what's the point of living together from this day forward?

When Zhao practiced his sword in the yard, he suddenly remembered something.

“Sister. ”

Sniffing a gift came up with something: “As I said earlier, I'm going to give you a gift. ”

It's a skeletal skeleton made of unknown metal.

Zhao only glanced at him and his unconscious hands covered his chest.

That's Ancestor Black Wind's hand.

This hand had penetrated her heart and nearly killed her.

Today, at first glance, that deep soul pain is remembered for a moment.

Sniffer grabbed her quickly: "Sister, it's over. ”

Zhao also knew the past. She took a hard breath and looked at the salute: “Did you kill him? ”

This skeleton is the ancestral treasure of the Black Wind.

Old Black Wind was said to have cut off a hand by his enemies when he was younger. When his Yuan Baby was abducted, he had the opportunity to reshape his flesh, but old Black Wind did not. In order to remember his hatred, he sought out rare materials and refined a "skull ghost hand” for himself, which was very famous throughout the realm of repair.

On the day his ghost hand was refined, he personally went to the enemy's house and killed the entire enemy family, along with the infant, who had only been born three days.

This ghost hand has also become a grudging evil weapon.

It's like another life for a monk.

Nowadays, the skull ghost hand of Ancestor Black Wind, he naturally doesn't have to say much about what happened to him.

The smeller nodded politely.

Zhao's face was heavy: “Bullshit! ”

Sniffing ceremonies is nothing more than the cultivation of the divine period. Ancestors of the Black Wind have long been the ancestors of the ruins.

Even Azhao was planted in his hand. He heard the ritual slaughter of Ancestor Black Wind. You can imagine how much risk he took.

"I know the adventure, but I can't help it. As long as I think about it, that old thing hurt my sister, I can't help but want to kill him! ”

A Zhaoyi was shocked.

In this life, she tried her best to smell human rituals. She thought Ling Yunxianzong's environment was good. Why is the male owner still so angry?

She hurried back and looked at the salute and said seriously: "Brother, do not let hatred affect your practice. ”

Smell the ceremony and understand what she's trying to say.

He grabbed Zhao's hand and clasped his fingers with her.

“I know, just this once. ”

He buried his head in this man's neck, and his nose was filled with cold fragrance.

Anything else, he can let go, he can care less.

Only about this guy.

His obsession was never about hatred, he was the only one.

Meanwhile, someone who had become an inner door manager suddenly sneezed.

“Manager Kim, are you not feeling well?” A handyman disciple asked nicely.

Jin Hao thought in confusion and shook his head: “It's okay, you go down. ”