Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Wood bit his teeth and looked at the hundreds of steps of the ladder ahead and wiped a sweat canal, “If the invitation can be sent to His Majesty, even if there are tens of thousands of steps, I will climb. ”

The world has an unusual masculinity, and she doesn't know what month she will see each other if she doesn't win a thousand hopes.

The real person stopped talking and saw her climb several dozen more steps, her hands and feet bled and sighed, “I am a real Huiyang person, I wonder if you would like to come to my door? ”

Shen Mubai was in a lot of pain, and she wanted to give up, but thinking about climbing so many steps, giving up was too bad, and the opportunity was too rare, she held up her teeth, “Thanks to the real person, I was just a little too close to the real person, to fail the good intentions of the real person. ”

The real person sighed and stopped talking.

Wu Hao coldly chuckled, “I don't know how good it is. ”

He was eager to see the girl end up with nothing, so greedy that she deserved it.

Jiang Yue had to ask, “Who is this Huiyang real person? ”

Wu Hao Dao, “Huiyang's real person is one of the best in the status of the Wanling Sect, besides, he is excellent to his apprentice, this person is still so ignorant, I saw that no one will take her as an apprentice in the end. ”

Jiang Yue's eyes revealed some bliss and jealousy. “Even if you send the invitation, Lord Qing Ink won't take a look. ”

With the passage of time, the girl on the ladder had reached more than 500 steps, her lips began to dry, licking from time to time and sweating, apparently at the end of the crossbow.

Some real people shook their heads, some of them more reluctantly.

“Why do you want to come under his door?” A cold voice, like a bead falling into an ice spring, broke into the sky and burst into it, blowing a thunderbolt in the hearts of everyone.

Real people look at each other with uncertainty.

Shenmu whispered, thinking it was a real person's question, and said, "I want to say goodbye. ”

The man stopped asking questions, but the real people didn't dare to say a word, but a wave of waves rose in their hearts.

“What do you think of your qualifications?” That voice sounded again, and the ice in it said that it was snow that would last forever.

Shen Kibai felt that this man was not trying to humiliate himself, but he was still honest, "I can't qualify among them, it's not too good to say yes, it's not bad to say. ”

“So you still think he'll let you in under the door?” The voice was faint, no mockery, no indifference, but more like a statement of fact.

“I just want to try, and if I don't, I'll regret it.” Shen Wood White Lane, her hands and feet have been worn off, leaving a trace of blood on the ladder, she had to bite the dental barrier, looking in the direction of more than 500 steps, no intention of retreating at all.

The little carrot heads underneath are one at a time, looking at one at a time, with different facial expressions.

Jiang Yue only felt that the voice was like a cactus. He couldn't help but look at his heart. "Brother Hao, who is this real person? ”

Wu Hao also only knows some things about the Militant Sect. If he is told to only listen to his voice guess, he can't really guess. But in front of the good guy, he didn't want to lose face, and he said, "It should be Takeba, the youngest of all the real people. ”