Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“In my eyes, this pile of books, it's just gray in the warehouse at home. Now they have the privilege to be seen by me, to give away such high priests as the Master, is their blessing. ”

“But the masters are reluctant to accept it, which naturally means nothing to me. ”

A Zhao stall, innocent face: “What is of no use to me, still takes up the place, don't burn, what do you keep? ”

Zhan Ming has been silent for a long time.

Half a bang, he only held his hands together ten times: "Amitabha, sin. ”

“Azhao Shi's tongue is clear, and the poor monk can't speak for you. ”

Zhao closed his eyes and smiled like a cat: “So, this gift, Master, take it or not? ”

Zhan Ming sighed: “Master Azhao set a trap for the poor monks, but even if they knew, they had to jump with their eyes open. ”

A Zhaoxin relieved himself and put the oil lamp back in the house. "The master would have said yes, but it would have cost me a lot of money. ”

Zhan Ming carefully sorted out the books and took a closer look at Ah Zhao. He said: "Ah Zhaoshi is not too old, but he is quite obstinate. ”

Azhao hummed: “That depends too. Normally, I don't care. ”

Zhan Ming asked with a smile: "Turns out poor monks are no longer ordinary people in the eyes of Lord Azhao Shi. ”

“That's nature. ”

A Zhao's bright apricot eyes looked at Zhan Ming in a blink: “Not to mention that the Master Buddha is very deep, but the character and attitude of the Master alone is not something ordinary people can have. ”

Zhan Mingxin said that he was really a child and spoke so bluntly.

He shook his head and laughed: "The reddish bones are delusional. Why should Azhao confine himself to the skin? ”

“The Master is wrong again.” A Zhao shook his head seriously.

Again, Zhan Ming was not angry. Instead, he asked in vain: "What do you mean? ”

Zhao pointed to himself: “Because I am a vulgar man. ”

She vibrated with words: "A vulgar, always shallow, I like to be confined to the skin. ”

She pointed to Zhan Ming: “The appearance is beautiful and the wind is too good. For example, you, Master, when I look at you, I feel joy in my heart. I feel better than ever. The ancient man Yan Xiu is delicious. If he looks at your face, I must eat an extra bowl of rice. ”

That would have been a little trivial.

But A Zhao was too bright and magnificent, and she was well born. Ling Xiu forced people to talk about it. When she said this, there was no lewdness and evil in the color of the gods. It was not disgusting, it just made people think that the lead was really cute.

Zhan Ming is also very accommodating to this small host.

When he heard her say that, he just shook his head with a smile: "Another distortion. ”

Zhao dissatisfied: “If the master disagrees, is that a distortion? ”

Zhan Mingwen said: “Then I am wrong. It is Master Azhao who has reason. ”

He argued differently than she did.

Zhao felt a punch on the cotton, soft to make it weak.

She turned her eyes and said, "Master, I have given you such a big gift, do you want to show it too? ”

She used to say thank you, and now it's good to come back.

Zhan Ming was not angry and still said warmly: “What does the benefactor want the poor monk to say? ”

Zhao chuckled and said: "Why don't you kiss me? ”

Zhan Mingzhi: “This... Master Zhaoshi, don't be ridiculous. ”

A Zhao took a closer look, and it was at a time like this that he was still calm when he heard such words.

She couldn't help but sigh frustrated.

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Zhao: It can't move, it can't move.