Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhan Ming glanced at Ah Zhao for a moment and then revealed a smile: “Thank you, Lord Zhao. ”

He wanted to live like this.

Live alone in a courtyard, recite tea every day, and occasionally listen to Master Azhao talk about life fun.

These are the days he wants.

At this time, the marshmallows turned to Azhao Chu: “Host, when you said that, I thought you were glowing. ”

It's a very tolerant, little selfish Virgin herself!

Azhao blinked: “The male lead is now surrounded by voices of opposition. What he needs is understanding. I'll give him understanding, okay? ”

The marshmallows thought about it and mumbled, “Marshmallows still don't get it, so can we get the job done quickly? ”

"In the short term, I don't see the effect," said Azhao. "It's probably a lack of opportunity. ”

Marshmallow: “What opportunity? ”

This opportunity will soon arrive.

This evening.

After Zhan Ming went to rest on time, A Zhao lay alone in the courtyard on a fantasized vine chair, boring several stars.

The tip of her nose suddenly moved and a hidden smell of blood came in.

And with that comes a light fragrance.

This fragrance was very sweet, A Zhao's head was chaotic for a moment, and he soon woke up.

No, it's not!

It's fragrance!

She can't get out of this little courtyard, she can't get out of the spiritual power, she can only scream marshmallows.

The marshmallows were quick to say: "There are so many people out there that the guards who were guarding this yard were killed! ”

Zhao's first reaction was to go inside and call Zhan Ming.

But she just turned around and suddenly had a meal under her feet: "Marshmallows, let me ask you a question...”

……

The courtyard door was broken in silence.

Countless black masked men walked in.

Instead of entering the room, they took a look outside the house to make sure Zhan Ming was in a coma.

Zhao stood aside and watched these people lock the doors and windows from the outside and put oil on the outside of the room.

They want to burn Zhan Ming alive!

With oil on, the fire suddenly caught fire.

The group of people in black checked it out and made sure it was safe to lose. They also put oil on the yard and left.

The flames lit up half the sky.

Not just this house, this yard, even the whole temple.

It's all been torched.

Zhao was a little upset by the bright fire, but insisted on waiting for a while.

“Did those black men leave?” She asked for marshmallows.

Nod your head in marshmallow.

Zhao was relieved and walked towards the house already covered in fire.

When she waved her hand, the fire was driven back by unknown forces for a moment. Zhao took the opportunity to walk in.

“Zhan Ming, Zhan Ming!” A Zhao shouted twice and the tattoo of the man lying on the bed did not move.

By this time, the fire was spreading to the bed.

Zhao couldn't care less. A direct spiritual force struck Zhan Ming's color. His hand reached out and directly surrounded his waist. He held people to the yard.

“Cough...”

Zhan Ming finally opened his eyes.

He looked around at the flames and opened his eyes in shock: "This, this? ”

Azhao was brief: “Someone wants your life. ”

She glanced around and looked at the flaming sea. Even if the flesh and mortal foetus rushed out, she was lucky not to die, and she was afraid that she would be hurt quite a bit.

Good thing her powers aren't fake.

“Master Zhan Ming, I'm sending you out now.” A Zhao's fingertips moved and the white spirit floated, sending people out, but they held hands.