Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Allen is still the talkative guy.

Ling Huang was urged to repair the music box and his ears were calloused by his reading.

"Hey, why do you hit me so much? I don't feel it when most people hit me." Alan tugged at Ling Huang's sleeve, "Are you a child from the Demon Hunter family? Who is your father? Who is your grandfather? You What is the name of the first generation of demon hunters in the family? I may know the ancestors of the demon hunter family with history."

Ling Huang took him with his elbow, "Just talk and don't touch me."

"Oh." Allen put his hands down and rubbed his thighs, "Hello."

"Huh?" Ling Huang pinched a small piece of debris and gestured for a long time, feeling that he couldn't find its correct position.

"Have you had your chin bandaged?"

"..." Ling Huang turned to stare at him.

"This kind of minor injury still needs to be bandaged." Allen looked at Ling Huang with disdain, "Aren't you a man? Although it's fine to say that you are a woman with thin skin and tender flesh, but you shouldn't be so delicate and suffer minor injuries It was handled so carefully.”

Ah... Ling Huang put down what he was holding, and simply turned around and sat face to face with Alan.

Then he stared at him intently like a silly X.

"Why?" Allen shrank back, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ling Huang didn't respond and continued to stare.

Allen's nervousness was fleeting, and he moved his hand over to pull the lace sleeves of Ling Huang's maid outfit, "Hey, why can't I control you? I'm a music box, let me tell you, people who don't want to hand over their souls As long as I take this out, I can handle it. Is there any heirloom in your family?"

Ling Huang remained expressionless, still staring.

"Show me what it is?" Allen greeted with both hands and began to touch the place where Ling Huang's clothes might be hidden, "What is it? A necklace or a ring? Is it an earring? A button? It can't be an anklet, right? "

When Allen leaned over and grabbed Ling Huang's ankle to look at it, Ling Huang couldn't bear it and slapped him on the head.

"I'll just take a look, I won't grab it, just take a look!" Allen grabbed his ankle and lifted it up.

Ling Huang was overturned on the small bed by Alan's action, and started to punch him mercilessly with both hands.

The small door of the small room clicked.

The anxiety hidden in Li Er's eyes froze when he opened the door and saw the scene in front of him, "You..."

Allen lay down beside Ling Huang, put his head on his hands and smiled ambiguously, "Do you want to join too?"

Those brown eyes cooled down quickly, and their eyes fell on Ling Huang's ankle that Alan was pinching.

In his panic, Ling Huang could only cover his skirt so as not to lose his nakedness.

"Don't be shy." Alan pulled Ling Huang's hand away with a smile, grabbed his skirt and lifted it up.

Li Er immediately turned her face away.

Ling Huang finally found a reason to beat the sand sculpture demon to death once again.

"Ah!" Allen was greeted harshly on the back of his head, and he fell off the bed and rubbed his head, "You..."

The farther the distance is, the more room for Ling Huang to play. He didn't give Alan a chance to speak, and swept his legs across the bed. After Alan dodged, Ling Huang rushed forward and punched Alan on the bridge of the nose.

The room was already very small, and the two big men, Alan and Lier, were already crowded inside, and Alan's escape route happened to be where Lier was standing.

After being beaten to the point where stars hit Li Er's chest and was supported by someone, Allen bounced back on the small bed as if being stabbed by a needle and pointed at Li Er, "Get out! Don't touch me!"

[Familiar lines, familiar formula. 】Ah Yue clicked her tongue, 【Just now she was desperately touching others, but now Li Er helped her to scream like this. 】

"I don't know why." Ling Huang jumped out of bed to look at the shoes with gold threads on the laces, and decided to wear another pair of older ones.

When he passed by Li Er, he saw the earl slightly raised his left hand and paused.

There were obviously several small scabs from pinhole wounds on the pulp of his index finger.