Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao was pressed into the shower and dressed like a fine gift.

Beautiful rooms without windows.

The house is equipped with a number of night pearls of great value to guarantee the lighting, the only exit is the door.

And there, when Azhao came, he saw that he was standing with several full-body armor guards.

Anyway, there's only one thing that means -- run, no way!

Zhao became quiet.

She was measuring the structure of the house, but she was trying to think back to everything she could remember.

- But no.

She can't remember anything.

She forgot everything, including herself, only remembered a name called "Ah Zhao”.

The traffickers treated her well and regularly delivered water and food.

However, it is not excessive and can only satisfy the most basic needs of the stomach.

Shortly after eating, two strange maids came in.

“Mrs. Brett asked us to take people there. ”

Zhao was taken out of the room.

Turns out it's already night.

She looked up and saw a full moon hanging high above the sky, shining all over the earth.

Several other girls with her were brought out in the same dress as her.

Walk out of the house through a long corridor.

The middle-aged women I met were standing there waiting for them.

Zhao thought, this is probably Mrs. Brett in the maid's mouth.

Mrs. Brett changed her clothes again at night.

A black diamond dress with a gorgeous turquoise necklace around the neck, black lace gloves on the hands and the same black hat on the head.

It's like going to a palace dinner.

Mrs. Brett glanced at a few people, seemingly nodding satisfactorily.

“Good quality, come with me. ”

She led the way forward, followed by two teams of maids, followed by Azhao Nobody, and then watched Azhao's guards and maids.

“Listen up.” Mrs. Brett's shady voice sounds like a sticky cold-blooded animal.

“The adults I will see later must not be angry and disrespectful. You must behave well. If you are fortunate enough to be seen, you will surely fly. ”

Zhao heard a low cry.

She looked on both sides and all four girls were crying.

She's better, because she doesn't know anything, except she's a little hairy, and she doesn't have a lot of fear.

So she asked, "What if they don't see us? Back here? ”

“Huh?”

Mrs. Brett suddenly stopped and looked back at Zhao.

“You've got a lot of nerve.” Her unintelligible eyes fell on Azha.

She seemed a little impatient to ask this three-to-two question, a very beautiful young girl.

Or, from Zhao, she felt some fun.

“The girl who went out from me, Mrs. Brett, never came back. ”

Azhao raised his eyebrows: "What will happen to us if they don't see us? ”

The question seemed to please Mrs. Brett.

She covered her half face with a small fan on her hand, laughing like she remembered something very interesting.

“What will happen? The grownups, they love the taste of you young girls. ”

Mrs. Brett's laughter grew louder, and she stared at everyone like a snake with one eye out of her fan:

“You can't be seen. Something worthless will be torn apart ~”