Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

When Azhao was conscious, he found himself standing in a courtyard.

The courtyard is very simple, but it is very clean and I want to clean it every day.

She looked up and saw that the sun was hanging in the west, about three or four in the afternoon.

She was preparing to shout cotton candy, and she heard the voice coming from the front.

Azhao wants to hide under the consciousness. She doesn't know where it is. It looks like a private courtyard, but she has a courtyard, which is very empty. Apart from one stone table, there is only a bamboo forest in the corner.

It’s too late to go there.

A Zhao thought about it and simply stood up.

Maybe you are coming to know your own body.

The footsteps came to a close, and Azhao showed a friendly smile, ready to come and have a perfect meeting, and then saw it at a glance -

Two bright heads.

Azhao: "???"

Monk?

The two young monks looked at the age of thirteen or four years old, looked young and tender, dressed in a simple robes, and one person came in with a bucket of water.

Oh, there is a big water tank in the yard that was completely ignored by Azhao.

The two little saudis did not speak, and quietly poured the water into the water tank, and then folded their hands together and walked a direction toward the direction of the house, leaving.

A Zhao, who stood in the middle of the courtyard, ignored the whole process.

Azhao: "???"

Can't you see me when I am so big?

"Hey, two little masters!" she shouted.

But the two little monks, as if they didn't hear it at all, walked very fast.

What the hell?

A Zhao shouted again, hurried forward and patted the shoulder of the little monk in front: "How do you master the little master..."

The voice stopped short.

A Zhaozheng looked at his hand.

This hand is soft, long and elegant, and it is a beautiful hand.

But just now, this hand was worn from the body of the little Shami.

A breeze blew and the bamboo leaves creaked.

Azhao’s spirits shuddered.

The two little monks, isn’t it human?

Azhao was shocked by his own guess.

"Marshmallow Marshmallow!" she yelled.

Marshmallow did not respond at all.

A Zhao ran to the big water tank in the yard and looked down. There was a reflection of a beautiful woman in the water. The eyebrows were beautiful and graceful.

A Zhao sighed, just about to leave, but his body was a stiff.

She looked up at the sky and bowed her head and licked herself.

The sky is bright and the sky is swaying.

But there is no shadow of her own.

No shadow?

No shadow!

Azhao almost didn't scream.

I dare to love the two monks are not ghosts, I am?

"Marshmallow!" A Zhao panicked a batch, subconsciously calling his own friends.

However, her little partner, Marshmallow, did not respond at all.

A Zhao was afraid of it.

She didn't know what kind of world she was in, the task didn't know what it was, and it turned into a ghost!

awful! awful! awful!

Standing in the same place for a while, Azhao decided to go out and have a look.

Since others can't see themselves, she just went out to observe what this is, and why she is here.

Azhao was about to go outside the yard, but his ears moved slightly.

In the courtyard, there was a faint voice that came to her ears.

Someone in the yard?

I remembered the movements of the two little saviors who had bowed their heads and bowed their rituals. Presumably this person is not in a low position.

Not as good as she went to see.

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