Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Carrying the Longyuan Sword, he walked to the entrance of Yuxu Cave, and took a last look at Kunlun Mountain, the sacred place for cultivating immortals, and the direction of the Heavenly Palace in the Nine Heavens.

The Longyuan sword has been stained red by the blood of the Yi people.

Yebai once said: Longyuan Sword is a magical weapon built by Zhurong Vulcan himself. If it is well raised, it can give birth to a sword spirit.

Ling Huang thought: Now, even if it wants to give birth, I'm afraid it can only give birth to a sword demon like me.

The hand holding the sword was already useless, Ling Huang put the sword on his neck with great effort.

Close your eyes, the moment the sword blade cut into your neck and the hot blood spilled, there was a loud howling in the sky.

Opening his eyes again, Ling Huang only saw a crane the size of a gazebo hunched him on his back, and he didn't know where he was going to fly.

Touching the crane's feathers, Ling Huang only said the last sentence to it: "Don't go back to the Heavenly Palace." After that, he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Ling Huang couldn't recognize where he was.

The extremely weird palace is mostly decorated in black and red, and there are monsters of other shore flowers inserted in vases on the desk table for decoration, and there is a woman with a graceful figure but pretending to be weird, standing beside the bed.

Wanting to open his mouth, Ling Huang only coughed.

The flamboyant woman who was standing quickly came to pat Ling Huang on the back and brought him a bowl of water for Ling Huang to drink.

Feeling that the splitting and burning pain in his body was no longer so piercing, Ling Huang tried to speak, and asked in a dry and hoarse voice: "Where is this...?"

The woman folded her hands on her chest and bowed to Ling Huang, "Return to Lord Qing, this is Linghuang Palace."

Qing Jun?Linghuang Palace?Ling Huang reacted abruptly, "Is this the Demon Realm?"

"Hui Qingjun, yes."

Ling Huang sighed and closed his eyes.

The crane was really obedient, Ling Huang didn't go if he couldn't go to the Heavenly Palace, Ling Huang didn't have time to say he couldn't go to the Demon Realm, the crane didn't disobey the order by bringing him here.

"It's good to take care of my crane." Although Ling Huang had just woken up, his eyelids were still so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, and fell asleep again after ordering in a hoarse voice.

Opening his eyes again, Ling Huang was dazed for a while at the unfamiliar scene.

Trying to get up, the maid from the demon world came to help her. Probably she didn't expect that Ling Huang couldn't hold it up with any strength. The maid couldn't hold Ling Huang's arm firmly, so Ling Huang rolled off the bed and fell to the ground.

"Hmm..." Ling Huang groaned impatiently as his body felt like it was about to explode.

Seeing that Gong'e was startled at first, then she knelt down suddenly, and bowed towards the door: "Mr. Yan!"

"Huang'er!"

After the man's eager voice, Ling Huang was hugged by a pair of powerful hands.

It was only after he was put back on the couch that Ling Huang saw his appearance.

Black hair and red pupils, his appearance is very similar to that of Ling Huang before he was demonized, and there is no tear mole under his right eye, but he is taller than Ling Huang.

This person was dressed in a black-bottomed robe with a fire phoenix totem embroidered with red thread on it. It had nothing to do with beauty, but he was very handsome.

Ling Huang thought of a name: Feng Yancang.

Yan Cang placed Ling Huang properly, and covered him with a brocade quilt, frowned and threw his hands back to draw a sharp red light. The voice of Gong'e who had just spoken to Ling Huang just now turned into black smoke and dissipated. .

"If you don't care about serving, that's the end!" Yan Cang's red pupils were burning with anger.

Gong'e, who was standing a little further away, was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground and shouted: "I dare not."

Feng Yancang turned his eyes and came back with a soft face. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he carefully looked at Ling Huang's face several times, and asked softly, "Does your body hurt so much?"

Ling Huang and Yan Cang's eyes met, he didn't know what expression to respond, so he just shook his head, "It's okay."