Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"The more dangerous you are, the more you have to follow me closely, don't you?" Li Zheng's hand pinching Ling Huang's wrist increased gravity, "Are you looking for death by running around alone?"

This time when I came out with Li Zheng, there was a slight movement, and some part of my hand, arm, or shoulder was about to be grabbed by Li Zheng.

Ling Huang didn't like this kind of touch, he frowned, "Let go."

Li Zheng didn't fly, Ling Huang rolled his eyes and threw him away.

After spotting the direction he was going to, Ling Huang just walked over the gaps of several people, bent over and ran over quickly.

[Host, are you not worried about Li Zheng's accident? 】

Ling Huang leaned against a ruined wall to observe the next road, [This kind of war is in the end, even if I tie him around my waist every day, it can't guarantee his safety. ]

[Let him fend for himself? 】

[I have to believe in his ability to survive. If I don't have this foundation, I'll just give up on this side. ]

【It makes sense. 】

[nonsense. ] Ling Huang stooped forward again and ran out for a while into a narrow dark alley, [Fortunately, he lives in a very reliable place, that is Li Zheng's safe house. ]

After making a comprehensive observation of every move, Ling Huang sneaked into the toy store through the broken glass window.

After carefully exploring the gaps in the scattered shelves for more than ten minutes, suddenly there was a deafening bang on the street behind.

Ling Huang immediately leaned against the wall to avoid the flying stones and glass smashed by the air wave.

Rubbing along the wall to the window and looking out, two tanks with different flags were rumbling head-on, centered on the road in front of the toy store.

According to this posture, the toy store where Ling Huang was located was about to be hit at some point, and Ling Huang immediately ran back to the shelves to continue searching.

Toys are one of the least valuable items here. During the search, Ling Huang saw a black little wolf dog pendant falling from the shelf, and he grabbed it and put it in his pocket.

When Li Zheng introduces his wolf to himself in the future, this thing can be given to the wolf as a meeting gift...

Ling Huang knocked his head on the shelf, when did he still think about such silly things!

Searching through the entire toy store, nothing was found. Ling Huang was at a loss for what to do, but amidst the explosions of artillery fire, he caught a slight knocking sound under a certain collapsed shelf.

Running over to lift up the shelf, seeing a raised floor covering it, without thinking, Ling Huang pulled out his dagger and leaned over to grab the floor and lift it up.

A candle was lit in the basement, Ling Huang saw a small pink figure flash past, and quickly jumped into the basement to close the upper floor.

The sound of the bombing outside was quieter, and he could tell that the little girl was hiding under a wooden plank leaning against the wall, but Ling Huang had no experience in dealing with children.

The only way I can think of is to let the little girl see herself clearly and settle down before taking the next step.

Otherwise, the child's screams will be heard outside.

Ling Huang walked to the brightest small table illuminated by candles, and whispered, "Hello, I am the person your parents asked you to come to you. Take a look, I am standing here without a gun, I just came to look for you Go back and be with your family."

After staying by the candle for enough time, Ling Huang took a step towards the little girl's hiding place, "You can trust me."

"You are not allowed to come here!" The little girl yelled, her voice was a little hoarse, with uncontrollable panic, but she mustered up her courage, "My parents have died a long time ago! You lied to me, you are Bad guy!"

"..." Ling Huang hated himself for not asking about the relationship between Li Zheng's client and the little girl in detail, so he could only explain with a smile, "I'm sorry, I don't know your family...but I'm really yours. Uncles and aunts in the shelter invite those who come to look for you, I don’t look like a bad person, do I?”