Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

After being kicked by Li Zheng for more than ten days, Ling Huang spoke less and less, but Li Zheng threw more and more things to Ling Huang.

The sofa cushions were replaced with decent pillows. The hard floor used to sleep directly, but now there is an extra soft and long-haired carpet.

The reason why her feet no longer need to be bare is because Li Zheng threw over a pair of cotton slippers, and when she was bored, she also had a box of crayons and a lot of white paper beside her.

Another night when Li Zheng had "breakfast" and was about to go out, Ling Huang was using a match found in the kitchen to burn the section of the red crayon, trying to melt the broken crayon in two and glue it together.

"Don't mess with it." Li Zheng bowed her head at the door to change her shoes, "I'll bring you a new box in the morning."

Ling Huang raised his eyes to look at him, and his eyes stopped on the extra holster and magazines of the pistol on his leggings. He used to only carry a dagger when he went out.

Li Zheng also looked down at the holster, "I have accepted a bounty mission, I will go kill people today."

After hearing this, Ling Huang frowned slightly, lowered his head and lit another match to continue burning the crayons.

"You..." Li Zheng stopped staring at Ling Huang for a few seconds, "If I don't come back on time, there will be enough food in the refrigerator for you for a week."

Ling Huang nodded.

Li Zheng was about to go to the door, Ling Huang suddenly realized what he meant when he said he didn't come back on time, threw the crayon into the box, jumped up and rushed to grab Li Zheng's backpack.

"Huh?" Li Zheng turned her head and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Will it be dangerous?" Ling Huang glared at him.

"There may be danger every day." Li Zheng turned back and looked Ling Huang up and down, "Even if you are at home, it is not absolutely safe."

Ling Huang frowned even deeper.

Li Zheng is the mission goal of his side, and if something happens to him, it means that Ling Huang's mission has failed.

"I'll go too." Ling Huang pointed to the gun on Li Zheng's leg, "I've used a gun before, and it's quite accurate. I hit ten out of ten shots, and the worst is eight rings."

"A toy gun?" Li Zheng ticked the corner of his mouth, and made a gesture of holding the gun with his hand, "Before the war, the kind you played in the park when you were a child?"

Ling Huang whispered in displeasure, "You look down on people too much."

"I'm afraid you'll be the same as you." Li Zheng said.

"What do you mean?" Ling Huang didn't quite understand.

"Stream of consciousness." Li Zheng laughed.

Opening his mouth, Ling Huang was even more confused, why he hadn't spoken to Li Zheng for several days, and suddenly the two of them communicated so warmly and friendly, naturally and smoothly.

Does it sound like a close friend, or a roommate?

After staring at the gun on Li Zheng's leg for a long time, Ling Huang asked: "Are you afraid that if you let me out, I will run away? Or are you afraid that if you give me the gun, I will kill you first?"

Li Zheng's smile gradually disappeared, staring at Ling Huang's eyes and lowering his voice, "Don't you know?"

Ling Huang sighed, sat back on the carpet and waved his hands, "Then you should be careful, I don't want to starve into a mummified corpse here."

Li Zheng sneered, took the garbage bags full by the wall, and went out to lock the door.

Greedy for life and afraid of death, Ling Pao ran, it was really dizzy to misunderstand that his tangled expression was caused by concern.

Sneaking into the night, a lingering question lingers in Li Zheng's mind when he rests occasionally.

There are surveillance cameras installed inside and outside the door of my house. Every time I go home, I leave the kite to check the video. Although the length of the iron chain around Ling Huang's neck cannot support him from touching the door, it stands to reason that people who are imprisoned and yearn for freedom will try to use it more or less. Tools extend their reach, try hooking doorknobs or something.

Then I found out in despair that the door couldn't be opened at all.

But since Ling Huang was caught and tied up, he fixed three points and one line: the bathroom, the kitchen, and the floor.

It seems that he has no interest in other areas, and sometimes he stretches his neck just to see the time on the wall clock on the living room wall.

Is it true that he is so afraid of death that in order to survive, he would rather be chained and be someone else's dog?

And pretending to say that you want to go out with a gun with you?

ridiculous.