Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The fangs that hadn't had time to bite through Ling Huang's neck paused for a few seconds before slowly backing away.

Ling Huang instinctively felt that Li Er wanted to bite him not to harm him, but to leave now was to give up his protection.

Inexplicably lost.

The music box has already sounded the crisp first note, and then, those melodious voices have changed from a single note to a beautiful piece of music.

"Li Er doesn't care about your loyalty." Alan stood on tiptoe and floated himself in front of Ling Huang, and placed the music box next to Ling Huang's ear, "He is hugging Ivan, did you see that?"

Ling Huang turned his face to look, and Li Er took the knife from Ivan's hand and threw it on the ground, and then hugged Ivan into his arms.

"This is his choice, he doesn't want you." Allen said with weird excitement, "So, you are mine."

[Tch, secondary illness. 】

Ling Huang watched Li Er put his lips next to Ivan's face and whispered something, he turned back to look at Alan expressionlessly, "Sorry, I really don't understand what you are talking about."

"The master you believed abandoned you, and I will be your master from now on." Allen brought the music box closer to Ling Huang.

[Ah Yue, my 100 points. ] Ling Huang sighed inwardly, [I didn't want to use it at first, but now I'm a little unhappy, so I decided to use it. ]

[Okay, what do you want to change? 】

[Is the attack of ordinary humans effective against demons? ] Ling Huang began to roll up the sleeves of his maid outfit.

[Normal attacks cannot cause substantial damage to him, he is a demon. 】

[Then give me another fist that can beat him full of teeth. ] After rolling up his sleeves, Ling Huang lowered his head and tore a long slit in the little skirt that hindered his movements.

【Okay, Exorcist Iron Fist has been redeemed, please start your performance~】

"Is this thing broken?" Allen pinched the music box and shook it, "It's still ringing, why can't he be controlled?"

"Because." Ling Huang looked down at his clenched right fist, only to see the blood stained on his chin wound at a glance. This really added fuel to the fire. Ling Huang raised his eyebrows and looked up at Alan With a gentle smile, "Come here, I'll tell you."

Relying on the fact that he is a demon, Allen didn't have any defense against human beings and bent down to hear what Ling Huang had to say.

Ling Huang raised his left hand and hooked Alan by the back of the neck and slowly pulled him towards him, "Come closer, I just want to whisper this kind of whisper to you alone."

"Oh?" Alan didn't know which direction he wanted to go, and he was a little turbulent.

"Because, hehe." Ling Huang intentionally sent a light laugh into Alan's ears, and charged Alan's abdomen with his right fist.

"Well..." Allen snorted and fell back on the ground.

The magic-driven music box was still hovering beside Ling Huang's ear, he grabbed it and "slapped" it and fell to Alan's feet, smashing it to pieces.

"Are you... a demon hunter?" Allen rubbed his back, the only reason he could think of for being hit was this.

Ling Huang looked like an ordinary human being, and he could never be a group with magic or supernatural powers. Only specially trained demon hunters seemed to make sense.

"I'm your father." Ling Huang stepped on the fragment of the music box, and gave Alan a cold look, "Stay away from me in the future, or your mother won't recognize you if I beat you."

After speaking, Ling Huang turned his head and left. When he passed by Li Er, he heard the beautiful iceberg whisper two words, "Sorry."

Stopping and raising his head to think for a while, Ling Huang looked at Li Er in a blink of an eye, "Apologize for not choosing me?"

Li Er locked Ling Huang's eyes tightly, and nodded slightly.

"If it were me, I wouldn't choose you either." After Ling Huang burst into a tolerant and gentle smile, he stopped looking at him.

[Hey, his goodwill has dropped by 5 points, now -5.What you just said offended him. 】

Ling Huang just walked with his head sullen.

After returning to his small room to wash and lie down, he sighed: [The feeling of being abandoned is really hard. ]