Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Azhao held the scorpion in his hand with a metal bullet on it.

Seeing Jiang Li woke up, she grinned, and the pointed tiger teeth seemed to be no different from the devil in Jiang Li.

The bullet is taken out, followed by cleaning and sanitizing.

These skills, Azhao Tongtong are not.

But it doesn't matter, she has marshmallows.

It took more than half an hour, and Azhao finally got everything done.

The man was naked at the top, thick gauze around his waist, and he could clearly see the smooth muscles and abdominal muscles.

Very good shape.

Azhao admired in his heart, his eyes inadvertently turned to the face of the male master.

Azhao: "..."

Dislike.

She casually said: "Remove the easy face."

Jiang Li originally relied on the sofa to raise his spirits. He heard his eyes open and explored A Zhao: "How do you know that I am easy?"

Azhao mysteriously smiled: "I don't just know that this face is not yours. I even know that you think it is your own face, not your own."

Jiang Li’s heart was shocked: “What do you mean?”

A Zhao shouted at him: "Jiang Li."

The other party knows even his easyness, so knowing the name is not a rare thing.

Jiang Li looked at her and waited for her words.

"I said that you are like me, not a lie."

She looked at Jiang Li: "You didn't remember the memory before the organization. Jiang Li, you are real, not curious?"

Jiang Li’s face was so cold that he said coldly, “What do you know?”

Azhao showed a smile in the chest: "All you want to know, I know."

Under Jiang Li’s compelling gaze, her look is still calm: "But I can't tell you now."

She knelt down and looked up at Jiang Li: "What do you know now? Even if I tell you, you can't do anything, but it will hurt them."

Jiang Li was silent, his lips moved, and he suddenly asked, "Will it hurt... Who?"

Azhao sighed: "Your relatives."

Jiang Li looked stunned.

Loved ones?

He woke up from the darkness, starting with memories and facing endless training and punishment.

These pieces are no one cares and cares about them.

Weak, can't hold high-intensity training, die when we die, no one knows.

Supported, it is just for the organization to sell life.

Now, someone told him that he has a loved one?

A warm hand touched his face.

"Jiang Li." Someone pressed his face, and the whole person was tightened because of the unaccustomed closeness, but he could not move because of the injury.

A Zhao sticked to his face and said softly in his ear: "I don't have any maliciousness to you, feel me with my heart. I will take care of you and I will solve the problem of the organization for you."

Jiang Li was not confused by her description.

He sneered: "Why do I believe in you?"

A Zhao straightened up and blinked and smiled: "I saved you by my own failure; I ran away with your mission failure, and now I have been on the blacklist of your organization; by me... better than you."

She said, stretched out the chair next to it, placed one hand on the back of the metal chair, and pressed it gently - the entire hard chair back was like a mass of cotton, and it fell deeply.

A Zhao also understated the back of the chair back, like a plasticine.

"You see," she said softly and softly. "If I want to harm you, I don't even want to move my mind."

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5 more.

There is one more, I will see you later.