Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Azhao looked at them in anguish.

With her chin on her back, she thought, sadly, that vampires are best at seducing humans, not falsehoods.

These girls, obviously, are bewitched.

They are now completely oblivious to their situation and trapped in some wonderful and illusory illusion.

Zhao doesn't know why he can be unaffected.

Even...

She lowered her head and looked at her white hands.

These hands, fair and beautiful, soft and boneless, have no attack power.

But...

Zhao gently placed his hands on the table in front of him.

The three girls obviously didn't have time to deal with her at all at this time, and were even very protective of her - God knows what kind of ghost script they were carrying, and now they've made Zhao a powerful competitor.

Who makes Zhao the most beautiful girl here?

But it's quiet, too.

A Zhao gently placed his hands at the table gently hard.

“Clicks.” A faint, almost invisible fracture sounded in her ear.

Made of mahogany, it almost had the edge of a table as thick as Azhao's palms. She broke the raw one.

Azhao blinked his eyes and pretended to be fine and let go of his hands.

There was just a crack in the table and it didn't fall off completely. As long as you don't touch it hard, you can't see anything wrong.

This is the ability she just inadvertently discovered.

This discovery made her happy.

In this strange place, self-preservation is always a good thing.

So here comes the problem.

Zhao and the other girls sat in their seats by the rules and seriously thought, "Do you want to escape while you can?

She thought so, couldn't help but reach out and quietly lift the curtains of the carriage and look out.

She opened her eyes.

Outside is darkness that cannot be seen to the end.

You can see enough shadows of trees and vines, in the thick grey fog, like a monster with teeth and claws in the dark, to devour everything.

Zhao dropped the curtain.

She decided to follow the carriage.

Besides the fact that it's a little dark out there, and it's kind of scary --

Zhao reached out and pressed his hand into his heart.

It's beating hard there.

Another reason is that there's a hidden feeling inside that lets her follow these two vampires.

She doesn't remember anything now.

This intuition might help her remember something.

“Here we are.”

The wagon in the race suddenly stopped.

A pair of pale long hands lifted open the curtains.

Gayler's handsome face appeared in front of everyone: "My dear ladies, please get off the carriage. ”

Zhao walked at the end, followed the girls out of the car.

A magnificent castle appeared in her eyes.

She looked up, her eyes suddenly stopped —— at the top, as if standing alone?

But how could someone be in that place?

When she looked back, there was nothing there.

Probably an illusion.

Zhao shook his head.

The gates to the castle have been opened.

Numerous waiters in tuxedos and long skirts come out in two neat rows.

A Zhao is a little uncomfortable.

Because she felt that the waiters, looking into their eyes, were a little overzealous.

Enthusiasm… is like wanting to swallow yourself.

The light in her corner saw a beautiful maid leaning on Gayler.

“Jesus, Count, where did you bring such a tempting human being? I can't help it.” As the maid said, her fangs were uncontrollably exposed.

Gayler squeezed a handful in the maid's chest, smiling softly and warning: "Easy, Lisa, this is for His Highness. ”