Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ling Huang just blamed himself on wolves. If it really came to the end of the mountain, and snakes and mice were placed in front of Ling Huang, he would definitely choose snakes as food without hesitation.

Then thinking that if I could get close to the little wolf, maybe I would kiss it or something, the mouse... tsk, I can't bear it.

After saying goodbye to the strangeness and fear of the first few days, the little wolf looked at Ling Huang no longer with vigilant eyes.

When he was sweeping the ground and nailing stakes into the rocks to lay the foundation, he would often collapse on the ground from exhaustion. Occasionally, the little wolf would come over and use his paws to try to pull Ling Huang's hat.

When he came out of the cellar to skin and clean the snake, the little wolf would squat beside him and watch him prepare fresh and delicious food for it.

Everyday high-intensity physical labor would inevitably lead to small bumps. Ling Huang's finger was bleeding from a wooden thorn. He knew that the wolf likes blood, so he asked it to come and lick it.

The little wolf's original greedy eyes turned into flattery and licking comfort, and even tried to help Ling Huang pull out those wooden thorns with his small fangs.

At night, Ling Huang boiled water, washed his body with a cloth towel, and the little wolf would come over and ask Ling Huang to clean it up.

Carnivores that can eat their stomachs every day grow very fast.

When Ling Huang built a wooden house and spread hay to move in, the little wolf had grown to the size of an adult golden retriever.

Before falling asleep with the little wolf in his arms, Ling Huang counted on his fingers, the time passed too slowly.

When the little wolf was one year old, Ling Huang moved the collapsed rocks from the nearby coal mine to clear a way down the mine.

"I won't go down to dig coal today. It's your birthday. I'll go back and make you a snake sashimi cake." Ling Huang patted the head of the Frostwolf who had grown up beside him, "Pick up your bag, let's go home. "

"Aww!" The little wolf agreed happily, picking up Ling Huang's backpack on the ground in his mouth.

Wagging his tail all the way back to the energy tower with Ling Huang, the wolf ran to pick up a basket of crushed cinders.

Light the fire in the energy tower, boil the water, catch the snake, shed its skin, and cut it off.

Things that are repeated every day have different content today.

Ling Huang sliced ​​the snake meat into thin slices on a clean and flat wooden board, and stacked them neatly one by one, layer by layer.

A total of five big snakes formed a luxurious sashimi cake.

Without a birthday candle, Ling Huang lit a small piece of firewood with a flint and held it in his hand. Under the curious gaze of the Frostwolf, Ling Huang said, "Happy birthday Li Yan! You must grow up healthy and happy!"

The wolf tilted his head, and grunted lightly, not quite understanding.

"Shall I blow out the candle for you?" Ling Huang was used to talking to himself, and he blew out the small flame on the firewood after he finished speaking.

Pointing to the snake cake, Ling Huang said, "You can eat it."

"Aww!" After the little wolf cheered happily, he buried his head in the cake and ate it up with a few big mouthfuls.

As usual, Ling Huang only took a small part of the frozen pheasant meat, cooked it and ate it, drank half of the meaty but unseasoned soup for himself, and gave half to the little wolf.

Before going to sleep, by the light of the charcoal fire, Ling Huang held the fur ball made of wolf fur, and used a needle to prick the washed and dried wolf fur onto the fur ball little by little.

"You don't shed much hair, and you can't make big things. I want to get you a small felt toy." Ling Huang said, picking up a stone next to him and throwing it towards the door.

The little wolf immediately jumped up and rushed to the door, ran back with the stone in his mouth, lowered his head and put the stone at Ling Huang's feet.

"Just getting you a ball, playing with rocks every day is too rough, we still have to live more delicately." Ling Huang laughed happily, leaning his face towards the wolf.

The wolf is very used to come over and sniff Ling Huang, and then stick out its tongue to lick Ling Huang's face.

"The pink tuft of hair growing from the tip of your tail is very beautiful." Ling Huang hugged the wolf's head and rubbed it, pointing to its tail, "If this place also loses hair, I'll put it on this felt ball for you Make a flower to decorate."

The wolf opened its eyes wide and shook its tail vigorously, wishing it could just shake off that tuft of pink fur for Ling Huang to use as a toy.