Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"I don't want to become a vampire!" Ling Huang withdrew his hand abruptly.

Li Er was slightly taken aback.

Without other distractions, Ling Huang caught a glimpse of a small maid's dress on the wide window sill in an awkward atmosphere where one wanted blood and the other refused.

Very familiar.

What is more familiar is a long slit torn on the top.

The most surprising thing was that the big opening was stitched with golden silk thread for about an inch in length, and the small silver needle with gold thread next to it reflected the light into Ling Huang's eyes reluctantly.

It turned out that before Alan came, when Ling Huang was concentrating on looking at the painting, he occasionally heard Li Er make a small gasping sound because he was helping Ling Huang mend the skirt that he would tear open all the time when he wanted to beat Alan.

"I won't become a vampire." Li Er covered the deepest bloodstain on his chest with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand towards Ling Huang, "If you don't want to, I won't force you."

On the pulp of his left index finger there were several freshly pierced pinhole marks.

Ling Huang looked at Li Er's fingers in confusion, and then swept across the broken wing covered with feathers on the ground. Li Er's body was still bleeding continuously. The blood from his back had already stained the entire chair red, and the blood gathered on the ground The area is still expanding.

"If I give you blood, will your injury heal?" Ling Huang's heart began to waver.

After all, the person in front of him repaired his shoes, and was helping him mend his skirt just now.

Although I don't know why Li Er did these trivial things, it's often the small things like this that move people the most.

However, Li Er seemed to have lost his desire for blood. He lowered his eyelashes and shook his head, "Other servants will offer blood on their own initiative. I have long forgotten the feeling of being rejected. I offended you just now. You don't have to take it to heart. Go back and rest." Bar."

This night was the night Ling Huang and Li Er talked the most since they met each other.

He looked at Li Ergai's long eyelashes, and suddenly had a lot more understanding and sympathy for Allen.

If Li Er was so reserved when talking to everyone and asked people to speculate on his real intentions, then it must have been tiring for Alan to serve him before.

"I just don't want to become a vampire." Ling Huang sighed and approached Li Er, "I thought you would bite me and I would be assimilated."

"First embrace, it's said to be very complicated." Li Er raised his eyelashes again, the red in his eyes was no longer there, only a dark brown with a melancholic color left.

"It is said?" Ling Huang moved closer, and he untied the tie of the stand collar of the maid outfit.

"I have no experience." Li Er had already seen the meaning behind Ling Huang's actions, and he put his cold fingertips on Ling Huang's cheek, "I don't want to gain such experience."

"Why?" Ling Huang opened his neckline, turned his head to show his neck.

【A Huang? 】

"This infinite loneliness is enough for me to bear alone." Li Er hooked Ling Huang's neck with her fingers, turned her face to the side and slightly parted her lips, "Thank you for your blood, I will enjoy it well."

The numb breath stuck to his neck, Ling Huang closed his eyes.

【A Huang! ! 】

[Um? ]

The pain hit Ling Huang and he trembled all over, Li Er's two big hands pinched Ling Huang's shoulders and neck so that he couldn't back down.

【Ah Huang, haven't you noticed that you are being controlled by him? 】

[Is there...] A happy smile appeared on the corners of Ling Huang's lips, "I did it voluntarily, I want him to recover." ]

The next morning, Ling Huang changed into the well-crafted black dress of his personal maid. He stopped a new maid in the backyard, "You, go and clean up the studio on the third floor. A few feathered birds broke in last night and messed around. There's blood and feathers all over the place."

Allen hung on the roof and watched Ling Huang give orders to the other maids with cold eyes. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he floated to a meadow in the mist of the back mountain, where he sat next to a pure white elk with dark brown eyes.

"The soul transaction may fail." Allen grabbed a handful of grass and threw it on the elk, "Mind control never fails. Li Er, you really have it."