Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ai Lun's pupils began to spread a dark color to the white eyeballs, Ah Yue was a little anxious, [It seems that you have angered him. 】

[so what?He can't force me to hand over my soul, can he? ]

[I didn't say that, the devil usually adopts a transaction method, which doesn't mean he has no other means. 】

[Didn't you say it earlier? ] Ling Huang tried to struggle a bit, and the black nail that had penetrated from the chin immediately poked in again.

"Hehehe." Allen's eyes had turned black like a bottomless abyss, and he approached with a ferocious smile, sticking out his bright red tongue and licking the corner of Ling Huang's mouth, "Are you so impatient to be enslaved by me?"

Ling Huang reckoned that no matter how capable he was, he would never be able to defeat the demon Ai Lun. Just as he was about to give up, he heard Ah Yue say: [Stop showing off your power here, Ah Huang won't be your slave. His soul has already died. Just traded. 】

[When will I...] In the middle of the heart speech, Ling Huang suddenly realized, that's right, he had already bound his soul to the system.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the system is a higher-level existence above all planes. How could an Allen surpass the system?

The heart fell down, Ling Huang raised the corner of his mouth and stared at Allen, "It's up to you? You deserve it too?!"

Alan's sinister grin became a little stiff, and when the remaining few fingers were about to be inserted into Ling Huang's jaw, a hand wrapped in white and gold patterns stretched out from the side and grabbed Alan's wrist.

"That's enough, Alan." Li Er put his other hand on Alan's shoulder and patted it lightly, "Let him go."

"Why should I listen to you, huh?" Allen immediately turned his gaze to Li Er's face, his expression full of provocation, "What are you? Why do you order me?"

"Too many innocent people have been implicated in your grievances and grievances." Li Er put his hand on Alan's shoulder, his fingertips slightly raised and touched Alan's neck, "Let him go, I'll go with you, I Will atone."

"Atonement?!" Alan raised his head and laughed wildly for a while as if hearing a joke.

The nail stuck in Ling Huang's chin was pulled out little by little, Alan broke away from Li Er's hand, took a few steps back, slowly shook his head with a sly smile, "No, Li Er, your sins cannot be redeemed .”

After speaking, Allen raised his left hand and stretched his palm, a black smoke rolled over his palm, and there was a small and exquisite music box in his hand.

There is a pure white elk on the white base of the music box, and its dark pupils slowly light up dark red.

"Alan!" Li Er took a step forward, "Stop!"

"You still think you are my master, can you speak to me in a commanding tone?" Allen's treacherous smile was tinged with pain, "From the moment you gave up on me, I just regarded you as my master." A dog!"

The music box began to make a "click, click" winding sound.

Holding the wound on his chin with his hands, Ling Huang, who was blocked by Li Er, tried to digest the conversation between Li Er and Allen.

[Li Er used to be Alan's master, but Li Er abandoned Alan. 】 Ah Yue also came to a conclusion.

[Don't say it so ambiguously, don't abandon it. ] Ling Huang wiped the blood on his hands and was very helpless, [Even if Li Er once felt sorry for him, it was the two of them's business, how could so many people be buried with him? ]

[Paranoid and extreme, not everyone is as sensible as you. 】

The moment the clockwork was fully wound up, Li Er turned around and looked down at Ling Huang, "Look up."

"Ah?" Ling Huang tilted his head in confusion.

Taking advantage of Ling Huang's movement, Li Er lowered her head and opened her mouth to expose her fangs, aiming at Ling Huang's carotid artery and about to bite down.

"MyLord." Ivan was lifted from the ground by an invisible thread, and pointed a sharp knife at his neck, "Do you want him or me?"

Ling Huang could see Alan holding the music box in one hand and making a motion of lifting a marionette with the other. With a slight movement of his little finger, the knife in Ivan's hand cut a bloody gash on his neck.