Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons

This is an evil story of "the winner is the king and the loser warms the bed."

The modern genius weapon reformer VS the ancient prince of great beauty, whichever is better, is in the text.

BY is cold.

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The moonlight was so beautiful, the night breeze was slowly blowing on the cheeks, neither cold nor hot, so comfortable that one could not help but want to stretch the limbs and stretch out a lazy waist. [

The alarm sounded and the volume was deliberately adjusted to the maximum, enough to shake the dead from the grave.

A pale, scary arm protruded from the thick quilt, groped for a long time, and finally found the "culprit" who awakened her dream, turned off the ringtone, and hit it hard against the wall. After a crisp sound, The world is quiet.

However, the poor drowsiness disappeared and disappeared.

Outside the bedroom door, a red-haired man chewing gum in his mouth, smiling softly, "Zero, it's time to get up, everyone has arrived."

The woman on the soft bed stayed still for three seconds, groped to find black-framed glasses from the side of the pillow, and sat up.

He grabbed a big T-shirt, put it on his body and put it on, walked to the door barefoot, opened a door gap, and said pitifully, "I'm hungry."

"The big meal is already prepared, just wait for you." Give up a way, the red-haired man follows behind zero, "After a while to discuss the business, still have to come back to sleep, zero, your face is very bad."

"It's okay." She didn't close her eyes for three days and three nights. She naturally knew that she was so sick now.

In the dining room on the first floor, several outstanding men and women stood up at the moment when they appeared at the stairs.

"Hey, welcome back." Zero pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes aimed at the dozens of rich and colorful foods on the table, and immediately the involuntary smile of the eyebrows was bent, and his mind was all placed on the long dining table. The food attracted, "It's so fragrant." Her stomach grunted, she was embarrassed to show her covetousness, she threw out her tongue and came to her place to sit.

"Just wait for you." A large hand, across the table, rubbed her soft hair.

"Is it okay to talk while eating?" Zero blinked, and the small hand squeezed the silver spoon quietly. His eyes could not be removed from the bowl of soup in front of him.

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‘Flame’, a mysterious organization on the underworld that only receives twelve orders per year. No matter what, as long as the employer can make a request and pay the corresponding remuneration, you can get a satisfactory service.

They are quite picky about their employers. They disdain ordinary-level tasks. The more challenging the tasks, the more popular they are. Of course, they have the principles they must abide by. The criticism is actually pretty good. Mercenary regiments are completely different.

All who are here tonight are the core members of the organization. Zero is also one of them. Wearing the golden flame emblem is an extremely important member.