Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ling Huang woke up less and less.

I can always see Long Yuan in my dreams, he will meditate in his dreams, he will absorb Ling Huang's evil spirit in his dreams, and he will also chat with Ling Huang in his dreams.

After Long Yuan sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath after sucking in the evil spirit, Ling Huang said, "You will increase your demonic nature by absorbing my evil spirit like this."

Long Yuan did not change his cross-legged sitting posture and said: "You don't have to think too much, if you can really purify your demon nature in the future, I will follow you and slowly purify it."

"Really?" Ling Huang has carried it alone for too many years, and now it is not hard to talk in his dream and he is willing to say a few more words, "I heard before that once a sword spirit turns into a sword demon, the sword becomes a fierce sword .Whoever uses this sword will also transform demons."

Long Yuan glanced at Ling Huang and said, "In the Heavenly Palace, demons are always made up to be more terrifying. Just listen to them and don't take them seriously. Ever since I was created by Zhu Rong with the sky fire, I have been lying in the sword mound of Yuqing Realm. Absorbed a lot of clean energy from the fairy world. Now the mere turbid energy is nothing."

Ling Huang always saw that Long Yuan didn't seem to be very respectful to him, and even looked down upon him, and smiled apologetically: "You have such a powerful sword, but I made you propose Yuqingjing, I really wronged you."

Long Yuan didn't say anything for a while, then glanced at Ling Huang again and said, "Not only is he wronged, but it's also very troublesome."

"You are straightforward." Ling Huang was a little dumbfounded.

He said: "There are enough people coaxing you, I'm not the only one missing."

Ling Huang asked curiously, "Then you still help me get rid of that evil spirit every day."

He looked away, coughed dryly and said, "Well, anyway, idle is idle."

In the dream there was such a guy who could chat, even though Ling Huang always fell asleep, he didn't feel that life was so sad.

Sometimes when Yan Cang came to visit, Long Yuan would remind Ling Huang in his dream to wake him up.

Although the waking time was getting shorter and shorter, and his body felt weaker and weaker, Ling Huang felt a long-lost peace.

Seeing Longyuan again in the dream, Ling Huang told him: "If I die, you can go back to Yuqing Realm by yourself and find another master."

Long Yuan still looked down on Ling Huang's appearance, and said coldly: "If you die, I don't have to listen to you anymore, and you can't control where I'm going and whether I can find another master. "

Ling Huang was already used to his temper, so he continued to say, "You have been with me for so long, and you only showed up recently because you saw that I don't live long."

"Noisy." Long Yuan ignored Ling Huang, just sat and accompanied him silently in his dream.

Besides Long Yuan, Ling Huang also had a long dream intermittently.

In the dream, I saw the majestic and majestic Yuqingjing again, surrounded by purple air.

He and Li Qian were dressed in similar blue robes, kneeling together in the hall of Yuqingjing, and sitting on top of him was the master Yuanshi Tianzun, who was cleansed from dust, and was preaching to the disciples and grandchildren of Yuqingjing.

Tianzun preached, his spirit was harmonious, but he felt astonished, kneeling beside Li Xie, Ling Huang was extremely proud of being a disciple of Yuqingjing.

When Yu Qingjing gradually came out of sight, he saw Long Yuan sitting cross-legged in front of him.

Ling Huang smiled wryly: "If I had known today, I should have gone to Yuqing Realm with Master more often. Now I am afraid I will never go back."

Long Yuan said: "What's the use of hurting the spring and mourning the autumn? It's man-made to rest and recuperate."

Ling Huang stopped talking, closed his eyes and let Long Yuan inject wisps of fresh air into his body.

Just as Ling Huang fell into a coma for some time, Long Yuan's voice rang in his ears.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw that the layout of the Linghuang Palace in the Demon Realm was no longer the foggy appearance in his dream.

"It can be regarded as awake." Long Yuan held Ling Huang's shoulders with both hands and helped him up, "Someone from the heavens came to look for you, but Lord Yan blocked him from the palace gate."