Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

The atmosphere in the restaurant cooled down.

Arnab, who took a personal terminal and sent a farewell declaration to the lover, who was half an hour late, was just about to get up and leave his body there.

She was surprised to see the chiller machine, and her finely trimmed eyebrows wrinkled: Carlos, what is he doing here?

She doesn't naively think they're coming for her.

Besides, his face “I'm not happy I'm upset” at this moment, and obviously it won't be as simple as coming to dinner.

The next moment, Arnab will know the answer.

Because Carlos' silver-grey eyes landed exactly in the corner.

Arnab was familiar with the place, and she even went to the table where Azhao and Allen were.

To be precise, Carlos is looking at a man named Azhao.

Arna, who discovered the scene, frowned and revealed a good look at the show.

Kind of interesting.

Most of the time His Royal Highness has no expression on his face, and this obvious unhappy look is rare.

Besides, it looks like it overturned the vinegar bowl at first glance.

Thinking about it, Arnab couldn't help but look at Azhao -- does this little woman know Carlos?

Is she, by herself, not a naive, ignorant little woman, but a powerful figure who can take down this kaolin flower of the Empire?

Carlos has come to the table after a while of thinking in Arnab.

The restaurant is terribly quiet at this moment.

Some of the Guests who were still eating recognized Carlos, but the excitement and excitement that rose in their hearts was suppressed by the apparently heavy atmosphere at the moment and they dared not say a word more.

Zhao and Allen stopped talking for a long time and looked up at this oppressive man.

Alan's eyes became faintly red.

Not because of sadness or vulnerability, but because of male instincts.

There is a powerful male Orc releasing his momentum and power, who, as the instinct of a male Orc, wants to stand up and stand taller against each other.

Carlos ignored him.

His whole heart was on Azhao.

This way, standing in front of her, without the sense of distance that the photograph brings, the palpitations coming from the heart area are even more obvious and real.

His heart beats because of this female.

His thoughts, driven by her.

Carlos frowned.

He used to be faceless, especially because he heard Zhao's unknown anger because he didn't know who to confess to. Now, God will naturally not see where he goes.

In other people's eyes, His Royal Highness revealed a very impatient look at Azhao, as if he was going to do it in the next second.

Of course, Allen, whose heart is Zhao, stood up in front of Zhao in the first place and succeeded in blocking Carlos' gaze.

Carlos: “…”

“Out of the way.” He said coldly to Alan.

Allen was not weak at a time when he was cute and cute.

"Your Royal Highness, you scared my friend. ”

Carlos took a look at him.

At one glance, Allen felt like she was being stared at by some beast for a moment, with a chill on her back.

He couldn't help but take a step back.

This is the Golden Blood of the Orc Emperor, the oppression of ordinary Orcs.

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Number 5, and one more. See you later ~