Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

What Zhan Ming did not say was that the abbot even thought he was swearing.

The clean place of Buddhism, the self-owned Buddha light protects, where will there be ghosts?

A Zhao looked at him and shook his head: "This has nothing to do with the master. The master does not have to apologize."

Zhan Ming Wen smiled: "When the female donor came to this place, it was with me. Zhan Ming will continue to think of ways."

A Zhao looked at him with his chin, and said that these gentle, kind and modest brothers are really the treasures of the world.

She knew that this was the man, but she did not know what her mission was, nor did she dare to act.

It was soon at night.

The life of the temple is boring. At this time, Zhan Ming is basically finished with a wash, and the book of half an hour is ready to rest and sleep.

But there are more people in the yard today.

Oh, it’s the soul.

Zhan Ming is a little embarrassed, thinking about how to arrange Azhao.

Azhao had an insight into his thoughts.

She chuckled: "The master doesn't have to care for me. I am different from you. When the night is the spirit, it is excellent to sit in the yard and enjoy the moonlight."

Zhan Ming nodded lightly.

A Zhao sat in front of the stone table, and there was a night wind blowing in the ear. The bamboo forest creaked, and the sound of the Zhanming chanting was in the room.

It is also comfortable.

After a long time, there was no movement in the room. I thought it was Zhan Ming who had rested.

A Zhao supported his chin and looked up at the moonlight in the sky. He said that this time it was strange.

Marshmallow doesn't know where to go. It's hard to be done. She will be locked up in this yard. Every day, listening to the man's chanting can't be done?

She didn't know how long she had been sitting. In short, the moon was still hanging in the sky, and her thoughts gradually became a little confused.

At the moment of sleeping, Azhao was still thinking, the ghost is also going to sleep...

......

"Miss? Miss!"

Who is calling her?

Azhao is confused and does not want to take care of people.

"Host, host, get up!"

cotton candy!

A Zhao consciousness clear, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head.

Sure enough, the familiar white scorpion appeared in the void.

"How come you come..."

A Zhaogang wants to ask about cotton candy. The voice that had previously called her has already surprised: "Miss Wake up! Go and inform the lady, and the doctor!"

Azhao: "???"

What Miss?

Am I not a ghost?

A Zhao is all overwhelming, looking at the person who spoke.

It’s awkward to look at dressing up, but looking at the clothes and the ring on the head, this family should not be a wealthy family.

This body does not know how, and it is very weak. Azhao just blinked for a while and felt dizzy.

"Because you haven't eaten for two days." Marshmallow said in the ear.

Azhao looked at him with anger: "You explain to me first, what is this?"

Marshmallow: "Amount... This, when crossing the mission world, there was an accident, the host you should have been awake here, I didn't expect the soul to change a place..."

Marshmallow sounds are getting smaller and smaller.

Azhao: "...you continue to hang, sooner or later, you will hang your lovely host."

Marshmallows come together: "I'm sorry, host, come, I will transfer the plot and mission to you first."

A large string of data was transmitted into Azhao’s mind, and Azhao was dizzy. Before he could see it, he immediately fainted.

Marshmallow: "..." QAQ

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See you later.

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