Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“Is it uncomfortable?” he asked.

A Zhao slammed it.

She looked up and looked at Lu Yan carefully, seeing that there was no anger between his looks, but with a trace of pity.

It turned out that I was not going to beat her. She was relieved in her heart.

When the tone was loose, the brain turned back and it really reacted. What did Lu Yan ask?

Her face was "red" and she was red.

It’s hard not to be uncomfortable. How can this be answered?

She lowered her head and looked at her toes, not talking.

Lu Hao was so angry: "Why, you have the courage to run into my room last night, now I know I am embarrassed?"

Azou’s Ai’s said: “It’s okay.”

Lu Hao grabbed her hand and pulled it to her side.

A Zhao was not able to prevent being shackled and looked up.

Lu Yan took a closer look at her: "Do you know that you look bad now?"

A Zhao does not say anything.

Lu Hao is happy.

He was so angry that he wanted to turn around and leave, and let the little miller in front know that he would be angry.

But he was distressed and reluctant.

She didn't know how uncomfortable she was at the moment. As the initiator who made her so uncomfortable, she ignored it. It was a bit sloppy to think about it.

So Lu Yan took a deep breath.

He looked at the zombies who were glued together in the distance and decided to change the subject.

"Are your abilities upgraded?"

The zombies here seem to be far more than 10,000.

Azhao nodded.

Lu Yan asked: "You really want to..."

He took a deep breath and calmed down his mind: "In order to upgrade your abilities, treat yourself like this?"

Azhao felt a heart and immediately realized that this was a proposition.

If the answer is not good, it may be a big deal.

She immediately looked up and looked at Lu Yan: "No, not exactly."

Lu Yan’s heart was moving.

This answer makes his heart beat a little faster.

Azhao did not wait for him to slow down and said decisively: "There is a reason for the upgrade of the ability, but Lu Ge, because it is you, I will do this."

Lu Yan stared at her.

Azhao didn't blink, and stared at him intently: "This is my answer. I am not a Madonna who sacrifices herself to fulfill others. If I don't, I will not do anything."

This almost confession is like a huge stone, and the heavy shackles are in the heart of Lu Hao.

He seems to have split into two people.

One was surprised by A Zhao’s confession without warning.

The other is extremely calm, and I feel that it is true. She really likes me. It used to be so cheap.

But no matter which one, it is happy at the moment.

So Lu Hao followed his own mind, raised his hand, surrounded A Zhao, and slammed people into his arms.

A Zhaoshun’s snuggling in his arms.

Lu Hao asked after a while: "Is it painful?"

Azhao: "... hurts."

Lu Yan was nervous: "Then go back to rest."

Azhao straightened up from his arms: "No, I just looked at it here, and I didn't go down and cut the zombies."

Lu Yan thought about it, but he said with no confidence: "If it is really uncomfortable, you must go to rest."

Azhao nodded.

She slowly sat down and watched Lu Hao rushing into the zombie group with a knife.

"Marshmallow, if my skills are a little more powerful, can the threat of the Central South Base be solved?" Azhao looked thoughtfully at his chin.