Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

After being dizzy for a while, Ling Huang found himself in the cemetery on the back mountain of White Deer Manor.

The thick white fog made him unable to see the scene ten steps away. He only heard the sound of footsteps and approached slowly. He stared at the direction of the sound and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me~" After the cynical voice, a slender black figure finally appeared in the white mist, "I am the patron saint of White Hart Manor, and my name is Allen."

"Alan?" Ling Huang stepped back vigilantly, "I don't know you."

"You don't need to know me." The man on both sides of Gao Linghuang continued to approach, "You just need to obey my orders and that's enough."

"What if I don't listen?" Ling Huang was a little dazed at first, but when he heard this person coming up with an orderly tone, he immediately became annoyed, "Fuck your fart, I still have a lot of work to do and I don't have time to spend time with you Nonsense."

The man laughed slyly and walked in front of Ling Huang. The sharp black nails on his fingertips lifted Ling Huang's chin, "Beautiful maid, give me your soul, and I can make you enter a wonderful illusion every time you fall asleep. Everything in it belongs to you, the splendid palace, the delicious food and wine, the most handsome servants and you will be treated like a queen, as long as you promise to give me your soul..."

"Are you stupid?" Ling Huang raised his eyes and stared at him, "Where does my whole body look like a woman?"

"Huh?" The man's smile froze on his charming and handsome face.

【A Huang, to be honest, you look like a woman in every way. 】

[I'm talking about a man, and I didn't choke my throat just now, so he doesn't look very smart at first sight. ] Ling Huang took advantage of the man's stupefaction and hurriedly asked, [How should I get out? ]

[It's OK to reject him. 】

"Are you a man?" Allen finally came to his senses. His nails dug into Ling Huang's chin, his face became ferocious, and blackness spread from the whites of his eyes. "Give me your soul!"

"I refuse!" Ling Huang yelled while enduring the pain from the white pricking of his skin.

After another bout of dizziness, Ling Huang staggered and supported a furry thing next to him, covered his head and waited for a long time before he stopped dizziness and sighed, "Isn't this Allen a sand sculpture?"

[[-]% of the people who want human beings to hand over their souls are demons. 】

[Like just now, as long as you refuse his request, you can break his magic spell, right? ]

[Although it’s a bit impolite to say that it’s a demon law...but you’re right! 】

Ling Huang took a few deep breaths and patted his chest.

She thought she had met a big boss, but it turned out that she was just a false alarm when she met a funny guy fighting five scumbags.

Feeling his chin being touched by something warm, Ling Huang opened his eyes slightly, and saw the very beautiful elk just now sticking to him, sticking out its tongue to lick the blood on his chin.

"Thank you." Ling Huang smiled gently, leaned over and kissed the deer's nose, "It's just a small injury, it's fine, don't worry."

Not knowing if it was because he was still in a daze, he saw the dark red light in the white deer's brown eyes, followed by the little deer and backed away as if frightened, and ran out of the studio in horror.

"Hey, I was scared away." Ling Huang was a little sorry but not worried. No matter where the fawn went, it would be taken good care of by the people in the manor.

He knelt down and took out more turpentine, alcohol, rags and the like from the basket.

He began to clean the floor vigorously, and wiped the canvas frame of the black and white legion battle by the way, his eyes inadvertently glanced at a face in the white legion.

After looking away, Ling Huang froze for a moment, then turned his eyes to look again.

[Is this face Allen? ] Ling Huang pinched the rag and pointed at the person in the painting, [Wow, the best virtue in the world is Alan, right? ]

[You really look alike when you say that! 】

[Who drew this picture?Next to the master room, was it drawn by Li Er? ]

[In theory, yes...]

Does Li Er know Ai Lun, or is it the relationship that allows Li Er to draw Ai Lun?