Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Sitting opposite each other had a wine jar facing each other, Yebai didn't know why he started chatting with Feng Yancang, and they chatted endlessly.

"You are dying, so you have nothing to fear." Yan Cang swallowed a big gulp of wine and put the jar on the table, "Why don't you be obedient and call me Lord Yan to please me? Think Let me kill you in a fit of anger?"

Not to mention Feng Yancang, Yebai will no longer humble himself even if Emperor Li is in front of him now.

"Fearless." Ye Bai smiled and sipped his wine, "Do you still know how to be afraid when your heart is dead? Kill or cut, it's up to you."

Feng Yancang clapped his hands and made a crackling sound, "He's a man."

Ye Bai glanced at Yan Cang, took another sip of wine and did not answer.

"Hey, you said, Huang'er is so stubborn not to become a demon, why? Is cultivating a demon so disgusting?" Feng Yancang rested his elbows on the table, resting his fingertips on his forehead to look at Yebai.

"Cultivation is not cultivation. Although the way is different, as long as you don't intentionally do evil, don't do harm to the world, and only absorb the ready-made evil energy, so what if you are a demon?" I want to become a demon because I am Li Qian's disciple, the second generation disciple of Yuqing Realm."

"Well, I guess it's the same." Yan Cang nodded.

"That's why when he worshiped Li Qian as his teacher back then, I was unhappy in everything, and I couldn't stop myself in the Immortal Binding Pagoda." After a wry smile, Ye Bai drank again.

"It's a blessing, not a curse~" Yan Cang said relaxedly, "It's all a fate, who can do anything about it?"

"You are only doing Huang'er's good, so that he can go back to the Heavenly Palace without worries, and pretend to be Yanyue, acting stupid and crazy." Ye Bai looked sideways at Yan Cang, "I can really see your precious brother being kidnapped by that little black dragon go?"

"Huang'er is gentle and soft-hearted, but also the most stubborn." Yan Cang shook his head in distress, "If you don't let him go without any worries, how about I lead the demons to fight in the heaven?"

"Hit!" Ye Baijiu stepped forward and smashed the empty wine jar on the gravel floor, "Hit him, why are you afraid of him?!"

"...Hahahahaha!" Feng Yancang laughed loudly and picked up a jar full of wine, opened the seal and handed it over, "Cheer up!"

The two touched the wine jar, took a few big sips each, wiped their mouths together, Ye Bai pursed his lips for a while, and shook his head, "If you're angry, it's better not to fight the war."

"Ha!" Feng Yancang raised his head and smiled again, "What were you thinking after I passed away at the Devil's Volcano?"

"What?" Yebai was puzzled.

"The Three Realms are peaceful, and there is no war." Yan Cang kept smiling and bowed his head in silence for a long time, "The demon world is a mess, and there is no climate. I don't want to be the devil emperor in the demon world, and someone will be the devil emperor. I sit here, fight or not Heaven, who has the final say?"

Yebai was stunned for a moment, then spat: "Bah! You're still talking about justice, you reckless man! You're always the one who gets upset and whips others, you reckless man!"

"Oh, I'll just punish myself for dozens of days and return you with the whip. Why bother to hold grudges to such an extent?"

After saying that, Yancang raised the wine jar, "It's done!"

The corners of Yebai's eyes were stained pink with intoxication, and he boldly bumped into Feng Yancang, the two of them raised their heads and drank all the wine in the jar.

With drunken eyes and drunken words, Feng Yancang stared at Ye Bai and said: "Don't be angry, we two frustrated people, why bother to care about those bad things in the past."

"Yeah." Yebai put his hands on the table, resting his head on his arms, and nodded, "I don't care about you anymore, I won't mention it again."

"That lixi..."

Just as Feng Yancang started to say this, Ye Bai buried his face in his arms, his shoulders trembled a few times.

Followed by a burst of low sobbing, inhaling, suppressing the crying, unable to stop the choking in the throat.

"Hey..." Feng Yancang simply lay down on the table, grabbed a strand of white hair on Yebai's head and twisted it in his hands, "If you want to cry, just cry loudly, and it will be over when you finish crying. You and I talk happily over wine, To be happy in this devil world, and sometimes to live a good life."

It's just a sentence of persuasion, but I never thought that Yebai really let go of his voice, and started howling and crying.

"..." Feng Yancang put down Yebai's hair, and gently stroked Yebai's head with his hand, "Cry, cry. Tell me, Huang'er came to the Demon Realm, and I gave him the title Qingjun just to tell He, he is equal to me, Lord Yan, as long as he is willing, he can be with me...hey..."

When Yan Cang talked about his sadness, his eyes became misty, but his temper was stronger and he didn't want to cry, it was too ugly.

Swallowing his sadness, he just kept silent, and gently moved his hands to appease Yebai's frail love, whose infatuation has finally come to nothing.