Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

【This person can still chat with people with a smile. 】Ah Yue sighed, 【I thought he smiled at you because I was delusional. 】

Ling Huang took it for granted, and he was also very surprised by the way Li Er talked to Ivan with such a gentle smile.

"I like this horse very much." Li Er patted the horse's strong back, "If it wasn't for you, other servants might hurt it to protect me."

"You are the most honorable prince and aristocrat. Only a horse with such a pure bloodline can be worthy of your status." Ivan poured a cup of black tea, "My lord, please have a cup of tea and take a rest."

Li Er put down the brush, took off the gloves, went to Ivan to take the teacup, and thanked him with a smile.

"It is my honor to serve you." Ivan smiled neither humble nor overbearing.

[This is Ivan's normal state, it is indeed very stable and decent. ] Ling Huang Xinyu.

[It's a pity that the soul is still handed over to Allen, and if he falls asleep later, he will be useless. 】

[In the studio last time, Ivan was so rude to Li Er, it must be because he was controlled by Alan and lost himself. ]

【Hmm... But if Ivan is so loyal, what made him sell his soul? 】

[have no idea.In your opinion, how much goodwill is this Ivan's weight in Li Er's heart worth? ]

【twenty?No more, no matter how important it is, you are still just a servant after all in terms of status, uh, I don't mean to look down on you. 】

[you dare? ]

"What are you squatting here looking at?" Allen's voice suddenly sounded like a thunderbolt.

Ling Huang's eyes widened and he turned his head to meet Alan's playful smile.

"Since there are audiences, it's better to watch a more exciting one." Allen smiled ferociously, raised his fingers, and snapped his fingers.

The bright moon was in the sky, and suddenly dark clouds rolled up from nowhere to cover the moon.

Ling Huang looked at Li Er again, the nobleman was still holding his teacup, but he was already looking up at the dark sky.

His smile disappeared, and the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with sadness that was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.

"Since the Earl loves this horse so much, why not..." Ivan put the tray on the table beside him, and he went to the toolbox to get a pair of iron pliers with sharp heads.

The moment Ivan raised his murder weapon high and was about to poke at the black horse, Ling Huang ran out of the dark with a pair of high heels and threw the shoes at Ivan's head with his hands.

The heel hit Ivan, knocking him back, and the iron tongs in his hand fell to the ground.

[Ah Huang, when did you become a master of hidden weapons!How could it be the heel that hit him? 】

[coincide! ] Ling Huang Xin Yu finished and ran behind Ivan.

Seeing Ivan bent down to pick up the iron tongs again, Ling Huang kicked Ivan's ass and threw him forward to the ground.

"He said it all, he likes this horse!" Ling Huang followed up and raised his leg again, kicking Ivan hard on the head.

After Ling Huang's best move, Ivan shook his head and fainted and did not move.

"Why bully him?" Ling Huang kicked Ivan again, "Why can't I understand?"

Li Er was twirling the small teacup, a disobedient expression appeared on his perfectly sculptural face with his mouth slightly open, and he stared at Ling Huang with his eyes widened.

"You!" Ling Huang turned around and pointed at the stables, "Ailan, you are a full-fledged psychopath who has nothing to do and is looking for a sense of existence, come out!"

Allen came staggeringly from the stable, "You are indeed loyal to Lier."

"None of your business!" Ling Huang pointed at him, "Why do you keep bullying him? Bewitching the servants of the entire manor, controlling his valet to pour wine on him to stain his paintings, and today he wanted to kill his favorite Horse? Are you free and have nothing to do?"

"I'm asking you." Allen approached Ling Huang with his height advantage, and his black nails dug into the skin of Ling Huang's chin again, "Do you swear allegiance to Lier to the death?"

Ling Huang didn't dare to move his jaw because someone controlled him, but his eyes were unambiguous. He gritted his teeth, "I repeat: Guan, you, fart, nothing!"