Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

He took a step forward and wanted to ask a little more.

Allen has come back to God and is in front of him.

"His Royal Highness." He looked serious.

"Even if you are the Crown Prince, you can't force a minor female."

Carlos faced other people, and his eyebrows suddenly cooled down: "Get out!"

Allen ignored his words, what he was about to say, and his shoulders warm.

Allen turned back and smiled at the eyes of Azhao: "Allen, let's let it go."

Allen is anxious: "But..."

Azhao shook his head: "Nothing."

She speaks a moderate temperature, but with an unquestionable attitude.

Allen was unwilling to step back to the side.

Azhao looked directly at Carlos's eyes and sighed: "His Royal Highness, if I were you, I will turn and leave now."

Carlos frowned: "Why?"

Azhao said: "Because you stand here again, it will only make me angry, and there will be no other results."

Carlos was lost in thought.

Azhao waited quietly for him to think, and had a hunch that he would leave as he imagined.

However the truth is -

Carlos spent a minute thinking about it and made his own choice.

Azhao looked at the man in front of him and walked two steps toward himself, then reached out.

She was black in front of her eyes and fell into a broad embrace.

After the event, Azhao did not know.

The slender female was held in her arms by the British orc, and Allen was shocked by the reaction: "What are you doing?"

He wants to come and grab people, and is directly forced back by Carlos.

The imperial empire of the empire was so stunned by a crowd of people in the restaurant, and the people were left!

Perhaps it is because the man's identity and gas field are too strong, perhaps because he is doing something too unreasonable.

Except Allen, no one even dared to stand up and stop him, so he watched him hold and leave.

Silent and silent.

......

Azhao woke up on a soft bed.

The thick fluffy soft mattress and the quilt are not made of any material. She feels like she is falling into the clouds, comfortably squinting her eyes, holding the quilt and smashing it. Rolling.

But in the next moment, this kind of will disappears.

Because she noticed that there are others in this room.

That person is staring at himself.

A Zhao let go of the quilt and sat up.

Look at him.

It is Carlos.

This is a big room.

The entire outer wall is made of transparent material, because she slept and was pulled up with thick curtains, leaving only a gap.

Carlos stood in the crack, and the golden sunlight ran into the room along the gap, and fell on him, melting the chilly temperament of his body.

He looked at Azhao at the moment.

"you're awake?"

A Zhao holding the quilt, his face is not very good: "You stun me? Where is this?"

Carlos did not answer her first question.

He walked towards Azhao, behind him, the curtains were automatically separated on both sides, and a large piece of sunlight bloomed behind him.

From A Zhao’s point of view, this person seems to be coming from the light.

Carlos stood in front of her, leaned over and stared at her.

"This is my palace and it will be your residence."

Azhao frowned: "What do you mean?"

Carlos: "Legative meaning. When you are an adult, we will get married."

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Male owner: Routine? nonexistent.

I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, what is it? (づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭?~

See you later~