Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Ireland had never met a guy who was so arrogant to him, just struggling, accidentally touching his injured arm, his nose dropping tears and staying behind, but he said viciously, "You bastard, do you know who Ben Young Master is? The Augustines won't let you go. I'm going to unload you and throw you into the sea to feed the fish. ”

“I know who you are.” Roselle spoke in a fearless voice, "but it had nothing to do with me, and as long as you promised me that you would stop haunting my master, I would stop the pain. ”

He glanced slightly at the blonde teenager on the ground, and his tail outlined a cold and indifferent oligarchyme. Deep eyes are deep blue, calm and waveless, but for no reason you have to look away.

Ireland had had to go behind his back, and he had not seen such a strange guy, who had felt the danger, even though he did not have any intimidating look and tone.

But wouldn't Augustine's successor be ridiculous if he just lowered his profile?

So Ireland bit his lip and stared at him and said, "You die, I will not yield. ”

Shen Kibai saw him with a pale face, a little impatient, just wanted to take a step forward, he was stopped by a dark-haired man, “With all due respect, can you promise me a request? ”

“What?” she looked up.

“Please give me a minute.” Roselle opened her lips, his face line was profoundly beautiful, and as she lowered her head, the curvature of the no-dead corner reflected the most perfect posture.

Shen Kibai looked at Ireland.

The other party was also looking at her, tears in her eyes, but some stubbornly clamped her lips, causing pity.

Ah, so guilty.

Shen wood pressed down the sympathy in his heart, forcing his face away and nodded.

Ireland looked at her incredibly, with a wounded look on her face.

Seeing the girl's answer, Roselle slightly lowered her curtains, and no one saw the colour of his eyes clearly, she turned her head and looked back at Ireland, "You can think about my words. ”

Ireland was anxious and depressed and refused to give in despite the sweating fluids.

Hmm, but only for a minute, as long as he survives, this guy won't have a choice.

But with the passing of time, Ireland's face grew as white as paper, and even its lips began to stain this color.

He moved a little helplessly, but in exchange for more tearing pain.

No, he has to hold on, he can't be flattened by Lornai.

But it hurts too much.

Young master Yu Yu has never suffered this pain, even if his father had him trained with him.

Tears in his eyes kept pouring down and his snot began to fall off.

The young Irish master, full of wolves, ended up crying reluctantly, "I... I promise you I won't be bothering Harriman Lone again. ”

“I'm glad to hear your answer.” The dark-haired man, like the devil, replied so, then bowed down slightly.

With a click.

Ireland found its arms intact again, and he wiped a snotty tear, feeling that he had never been so ashamed of himself.

Finally humming at the girl, “Harriman Lone, I remember the two of you, wait for Ben Young Master. ”

Shen Kibai sighed, feeling angry and amused.

This kid, if you want to take advantage of her, forget it, if you don't want to lose.