Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

For Zhao's words.

Zhou Noo closed his eyes with sunglasses.

Zhou Ping started playing with his gun.

Lu Zheng returned to the driver's seat in front and was ready to begin.

Nobody's serious.

Zhao: “...”

She sighed sadly, silently putting more than a dozen crystals in her little bag - a bag that had been searched out of the convenience store inventory.

The capacity is quite large, it's a bit more of a painting girl.

But in this day and age, who cares what you paint, use everything you can.

Zhao leaned against the seat and slowly closed his eyes to think about how to convince them that what they said was true.

As a result, she had already lost too much blood, plus she had barely eaten and worn warmth in the past year, her body was very weak, and she had just gone through another intense battle...

Close-eyed god-rearing turned directly into a sleep past.

And very sleepy.

The three people around them were all people who had seen all kinds of wind waves, and they felt it almost after Azhao's breathing became smooth and long.

Lu Xiao looked through the rear view mirror and slept quite fragrant with his bag. He shook his head with a smile.

Zhou Noo wore sunglasses as usual and looked cold.

Zhou Ping said with emotion: “I'm still a child. ”

Even after the end of life, the mind is much simpler than the adults who are used to living and dying.

Nothing else, in other words, the three of them, if it was Zhao's experience.

There is absolutely no way to sleep so carelessly alone with three more intelligent people than yourself who have only met today.

It's not just that.

These people, looking at a person, can almost deduce a person's personality through some of his subtle actions and little habits.

And in front of this little girl.

Talk straight, you don't know how to behave. Turn around and open the door wide.

If they had bad thoughts, she didn't know how many times they had fallen.

Such a little girl must have been a very happy child before she died.

Even after the end of his life, he probably did not suffer much.

You can see it in her eyes.

But they were wrong.

This body, after the end of its life, suffered a lot.

Zhao did not.

On another level, their assumptions are true.

By the time Zhaoyi woke up to sleep, the driver had been replaced by Zhou Ping.

Lu Xiao sat beside herself, looking at something in her hand.

Zhao looked curiously, it was a lighter.

Metallic, exquisite pattern engraved.

It's a good thing.

Until the end of life, it should be of great value.

Feeling Zhao's gaze, Lu Zhao's side came over: “Why? ”

"It's beautiful," said Zhao. ”

Lu Qiang looked down at this lighter, looking at her gaze: “You mean this? Someone gave it to me. ”

Someone sent it?

A Zhaoxin's rare curiosity arose.

This lighter is more suited to the aesthetics of women in terms of shape.

And a woman who gives a gift like a lighter should be very close...

Noting Zhao's color, Lu Zhao smiled: “Curious who sent it? ”

Zhao nodded honestly.

“A woman.” Lu Xuan said.

His hands gently moved and a blue flame rose: “A beautiful, smelly woman. ”

Zhao Xinlidong cautioned: “Who? ”