Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Marshmallow, I'm sorry, she said.

After saying this, she was stunned, and Marshmallow was also stunned.

Cotton Candy asked cautiously: Azhao, why did you say sorry to me just now?

Ah Zhao was at a loss: Why... I don't know why either.

The sudden emotion just now has disappeared, not even a moment's trace left.

Cotton Candy fell silent, and the little bit of expectation that had been raised in his heart was in vain.

Misia came here at this time.

Lily, why did you come here?

Ah Zhao stood up from the ground: Sister Misia.

Misia glanced at her depressed expression, and instantly understood her thoughts: I wanted to go to His Majesty, but I didn't succeed, so sad that I cried here?

Ah Zhao: ...Actually, I didn't... Weeping sadly.

But Misia interrupted her: I don't need to explain, I understand, I was once young.

Ah Zhao: I really didn't...

You are too young. Misia said.

What? Ah Zhao was confused.

Misia looked at her as if she had come here: Your Majesty doesn't like little girls. Even if you successfully attract His Majesty's attention, there is no way to abduct His Majesty to bed, right?

Ah Zhao: Huh?

Misia: So, a nine-year-old girl, don't think so much, love yourself well, eat well, drink well, and dress yourself up beautifully. With Lily and your looks, you will definitely be beautiful when you grow up. Qunfang. When the time comes...

Misia showed an expectant look: At that time, we will seduce our ruthless His Majesty the Demon King.

Ah Zhao was dumbfounded.

The other party really regarded Sandman as a justifiable project.

Misia. A cold voice suddenly appeared in the ears of the two, Too free recently?

Misia quickly changed her expression, and she was extremely serious: Your Majesty.

As the head maid of the Demon Palace, please pay attention to your words and deeds.

Yes, Your Majesty. Misia replied.

However, she quickly added: If Your Majesty wants to find someone to sleep with, don't forget me.

Azhao never heard the answer from the Demon King again. He didn't know if he was angry or felt that there was no need to answer such words.

But soon, the familiar indifferent voice of the Demon King came to her ears again: You, don't try to trick me.

Ah Zhao: ...

She glanced at Misia, who looked normal, obviously speaking to herself alone.

She looked down at herself, her white and tender little hands were soft, with a trace of baby fat on them.

She is just a little girl who is only nine years old!

What caused everyone to think so frantically of themselves?

Or, are people in Demon Realm open like this?

She opened her mouth, and suddenly realized that she didn't need to speak, and her consciousness could pass on her thoughts.

Your Majesty the Demon King, please don't insult me! I like you, I adore you, and I want to follow you. I don't have that dirty desire.

And let me emphasize once again, I am only nine years old, Your Majesty, and I have seven years to come of age.

The Demon King lowered his long eyelashes and sneered: Then, I hope you remember today's words.

Ah Zhao: ...

Why does this man speak so loudly?

Lily, Lily? Misia called her twice, Why are you in a daze again?