Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

"Mallow candy, sorry," she said.

After saying this, she stunned and the marshmallows were stunned.

Marshmallow cautiously asked: "Azhao, you just, why are you saying sorry to me?"

Azhao stunned: "Why... I don't know why."

The sudden sudden emotions of that moment have disappeared, and even the traces of the moment have not been left behind.

The marshmallows were silent, and the little bit of the rise in my heart was expected to fall.

Misia was here at this time.

"Lily, how come you came here?"

Azhao stood up from the ground: "Missia sister."

Misia glanced at her low look and gave her an instant insight into her thoughts: "I want to find my Majesty, I have no success, I am sad to cry here?"

Azhao: "...in fact, I didn't..." I was so sad.

Misia interrupted her: "I don't have to explain, I understand, I have been young."

Azhao: "I really don't have..."

"You are still too young," said Misia.

"What?" A Zhao looked awkward.

Missia looked at her like a person: "You don't like a little girl. Even if you succeed in attracting your attention, there is no way to turn your knees to bed."

Azhao: "Ah?"

Misia: "So, the nine-year-old girl doesn't think so much, loves herself, eats and drinks well, and dresses herself up beautifully. With Lily, you have grown up to have a good crown. Qunfang. When is the time..."

Misia showed a look of anticipation: "Let's go and seduce our cold devil's majesty."

Azhao is stunned.

The other party really regarded "Wanting Sleeping Devil" as a straightforward project.

"Missia." The cold voice suddenly appeared in the ears of both people. "Is it too busy recently?"

Misia quickly changed her face and it was very serious: "Your Majesty."

"As the maid of the magic palace, please pay attention to your words and deeds."

"Yes, my Majesty," Misia replied.

However, she quickly added a sentence: "If you want to find someone to sleep, don't forget me."

Azhao never heard the answer from the devil. I don’t know if it was mad, but I still feel that there is no need to answer such words.

But soon, her ears once again remembered the familiar indifference of the devil: "You, don't want to hit my mind."

Azhao: "..."

She looked at Misia and looked at each other as usual. This is obviously a separate statement to herself.

She looked down at herself, the white tender hands and soft hands, with a hint of baby fat.

She is just a little girl who is only nine years old!

What caused everyone to think so madly?

Or is it true that people in the magic domain are so open?

She opened her mouth and suddenly realized that she didn't need to talk, and consciousness could pass on her own ideas.

"Devil's Majesty, please don't insult me! I like you, worship you, want to follow you, and don't have that dirty desire."

"And please let me emphasize once, I am only nine years old, my Majesty, I still have seven years to become an adult."

The devil hangs down the long eyelashes and smiles coldly: "So, I hope you remember today."

Azhao: "..."

How can this person speak like that?

"Lilly, Lily?" Misia shouted at her. "How did you start to stay again?"