Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Ireland has never encountered a guy who treats him like this arrogantly, just struggling, accidentally touching the injured arm, leaving tears in his nose, but Still look fierce, "You guy, do you know who this young master is? The Augustine family won't let you go, I will dump you eight pieces and throw them into the sea to feed the fish."

"I know who you are." Rozelle said in a fearless voice. "But it doesn't matter to me. As long as you promise that I will not wrap my master, I will stop this pain."

He squinted and stared at the blond teenager on the ground, drawing a cool, cold and indifferent curvature. The deep eyelids reveal a dark blue, calm and waveless, but there is no way to let people look away.

Ireland couldn't help but have a cold. He had never seen such a weird guy. He didn't show any coercive look and tone, but he felt the danger.

But is it not ridiculous for Augustine’s heir to lower his posture?

So Ireland bit his lip and stared at him. "You die, I won't give in."

Shen Mubai saw that his face was pale, and he couldn't bear it. When he just wanted to step forward, he was stopped by a dark-haired man. "I am rude, can you promise me a request?"

"What?" She looked up.

"Please give me a minute." Rozelle opened his lips, his facial lines are deep and beautiful, and when he bows his head, the arc of no dead angle reflects the perfect posture.

Shen Mubai looked at Ireland.

The other side was also looking at her, tears in her eyes, but some reluctantly licked her lips, causing pity.

Ah, there is a sense of guilt.

Shen Mubai pressed the same emotion in his heart, forcedly turned his face and nodded.

Ireland looked at her incredulously, and her face looked hurt.

Seeing the girl's answer, Rozelle slightly narrowed his eyes. No one could see the look in his eyes, then turned his head and looked back at Ireland. "You can think about me."

Ireland is in a state of urgency, and despite the painful sweat, it still refuses to give in.

Oh, but only a minute, as long as he survives, this guy will take him no way.

But as time went by, Ireland's face was white like paper, and even the lip color began to stain this color.

He moved a little helplessly, but in exchange for a more tearing pain.

No, he has to hold on and can't be seen by Lone.

But it hurts too much.

The young master who is good at food and clothing is suffering from this kind of suffering. Even if his father is accompanied by his training, he has not suffered such a pain.

The tears in my eyes continued to flow down, and the nose began to fall.

The young Irish young man was full of wolverines and finally cried in tears. "I.. I promise you no longer entangled Harry Mannay."

"I am very happy to hear your answer like this." The dark-haired man who is comparable to the devil is so responsive, and then leans over.

With a bang.

Ireland found that his arms were intact. He wiped his nose and tears, only to feel that he had never lost his face.

Finally, I was mad at the girl. "Harryman Lonna, I remember you two, and wait for the young master."

Shen Mubai sighed and felt so good and funny.

This little devil, if you want to take advantage of her, it will be considered, and this will not admit defeat.

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