Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Back to space.

Song Le saw the familiar man doing all kinds of evil, and smiled as a greeting.

"Lele." Seeing that she woke up, being a good person immediately dropped the game console in his hand and ran over, calling her happily.

Song Le rubbed his head, chuckled and hummed.

He asked again: "The next plane is the plane of the Seven Deadly Sins, right?"

I don't know why, after returning from this plane, all her previous discomforts seemed to disappear into a cloud of smoke.

It's as if it's complete, and it's warm in my heart.

Be humane and say: "Yes, the next plane is..."

It's over, he played the game too hard, forgot for a moment, and his mind went blank when he was a good man, and subconsciously touched the tip of his small nose while recalling.

Fortunately, in the next second, he answered for him: "Jealous."

"Correct!"

Song Le was taken aback when he heard the words, jealous... Then he replied expectantly: "Okay."

Seeing this, he pursed his lips, put his hands in the pockets of the little devil's clothes, and poured cold water at the right time:

"If it's not a critical moment this time, I won't open the protection program again. You should do your best to complete the task."

Otherwise, the subsequent sins will suffer a lot.

After hearing this, Song Le nodded earnestly and answered yes.

In contrast, being a good person is much more gentle and lovely, reminding: "Lele, and oh, the previous gluttony is the best strategy, and the subsequent crimes are more terrible and darker than each other. You have to Be strong."

Song Le was amused by his words to be strong, but she also strengthened the corresponding psychological preparations, smiled softly and hugged him: "Okay, I will."

Seeing the warm scene of one system and one host over there, he was silent for a second, then sneered, and turned his head away.

Transmission starts.

……

After the vortex ended, Song Le opened his eyes.

The goal of entering is a lake, and on the lake are lotus flowers one after another, with blue waves rippling in between.

The breeze was blowing, like a soft hand caressing the face, and there was a crisp bird song in the ear, calling out Qingqing.

A relaxed and natural, refreshing.

Song Le looked around again, and found that he was resting his hands on the stone table, resting his chin on the stone table, in an antique small gazebo.

Turning your head, you can still see several palace officials standing quietly not far from the gazebo, waiting.

Looking down at his figure, he was dressed in ancient clothes, light pink silk skirt, and snow-white skirts. He seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old. The clothes were of high-quality and intricate workmanship, probably from high-ranking officials.

Ancient?

Song Le was taken aback.Immediately, I heard a clear and childish call: "Le'er."

fun?Are you calling her?

Song Le looked over strangely, a handsome young man was running towards her, his expression was as clear and sunny as his childish voice.

At the same time, a soft "Brother Zhizhi" came out of her lips uncontrollably.

The background that emerged in her mind told her: The person who came was Lu Zhizhi, the little prince.

This is the palace.

And she is the prime minister's only daughter, Song Le.

With a gentle and hearty smile on his face, the little boy quickly ran up to her.

He held a branch of Xifu Begonia in his hand.

"This is for you." Lu Zhizhi's eyes were amber, which were pale and bright in the sunlight, and he readily sent out the fresh and tender flowers in his hand.

Song Le was dazzled by that smile, stared blankly at Haitang in front of him for a while, then smiled softly, and continued.

The voice was that of a little girl: "Thank you brother Zhizhi."

Lu Zhizhi was almost melted by the soft voice of his brother, and seeing the smiling eyes of the little girl in front of him, his white and tender cheeks turned red instantly.