Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai sees his scruples, "We can cooperate with each other, and if there are many people buying every day, it’s too busy for me and the silver. , Wright, I hope to get your help."

Wright hesitated and finally agreed, but he insisted on three components, and Shen Mubai had to agree.

Since that day, more and more people have come to buy cakes. Shen Mubai gets up a few hours a day in advance, and can't supply so much.

Only a few days later, they had a very objective income, not only solved the problem of loans, but also added a lot of things in the house, even the food costs do not have to worry.

At this rate, it will not be long before Shen Mubai can make a fortune in this interstellar world by relying on cakes.

But the calm and fulfilling life did not last long, and it was broken by those who secretly stared at them.

They sold the cake back and found that Wright’s house was like a looting. The cleaning robot was even thrown out. Lying on the ground, some dull repetitions of the sentence, "Failure.. Fault... Found fault.. Please repair."

One foot slammed on it, "breaking the house, nothing."

There are strange things on the other side of the body. The people are tall and high. At first glance, they know that they are looking for cockroaches, especially those eyes, which reveal a little bit of fierceness and look especially bad.

And behind him, stood a few people who also tattooed this kind of thing.

Although Wright was very angry, these high-spirited people made him subconscious not to offend, so he bit his lip and twitched his voice. "Several gentlemen, you are a private house."

The few people glanced at each other and laughed. "Have you heard it? What did he say, private house, man, we are a crime."

"Hahaha, little guy, then you should let those security robots catch us." One of them was disdainful.

Wright blushes and can't speak.

The Doma Planet has always been like this. People who live on the ground floor will never get the fairest treatment.

"What do you want to do?" Suddenly, one hand took Waitra to the back.

Shen Mubai stood in front of the other side and looked at the humanities.

"Hand over your way of making cakes." The leader said, shaking his own search for the stars, the sound of slaps and heavy feelings, let them show a greedy and eager look in a few eyes.

A few people did not put this looks good-looking youth in the eyes, just a guy with a mental strength c, the black-haired little devil around him is just a mental power for D.

Shen Mubai said quietly, "We are just ordinary civilians, but only because an adult with a mental strength is inconvenient to come forward, please come to us."

When she said this, she didn't panic on her face, and she didn't even have the slightest dodge.

Several people could not help but give birth to a bit of hesitation, and there are taboos.

They searched the house, and they didn't find anything special, and the house was very ruined, and there was almost no money. Even the cleaning robot was the most common. If the other party is telling the truth, they are not going to offend a big man.

This world is like this, the strong is respected, the mental strength is only one level, but the strength is a big difference.

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