Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Nearly 400 years of solitude finally had someone to accompany him, and Ling Huang could not calm down for a long time with the reminder that his goodwill value had soared to 50 points.

He's down to 19% health.

In his long life, he actually obtained real salvation on the last journey.

"What kind of demon king is Beelzebub?" Ling Huang assessed for himself, and the various discomforts of the first embrace transformation no longer caused him any trouble.

If I had to say that there was something that made him feel particularly uncomfortable right now, it would be - he was extremely hungry!

Want to suck blood, suck a lot of blood.

As long as he thinks of the taste of blood, Ling Huang will immediately salivate.

It is impossible for him to go to Sulier, he needs to find some targets, such as the next enemy.

Hungry vampires don't even think about combat power. Beelzebub now has only one suspense in Ling Huang's eyes—is it delicious?

"It's a demon with insect wings." Li Er gently helped Ling Huang tidy up his clothes, "Gluttony, his palace has countless puppets, and he always sucks the souls of hundreds of puppets in one go."

Ling Huang jumped off the altar and stretched his limbs, "Where did those puppets come from?"

"A heinous person, a heartless person whose soul has been traded."

"Great." Ling Huang's eyes flashed red, "I happen to be very hungry, can I suck up Beelzebub together?"

"Ah, no." Li Er immediately held Ling Huang's shoulder to stop his terrible thoughts, "Bloods are not allowed to eat their own kind, angels, and demons."

"Then grab his puppet." Ling Huang snapped his fingers and made a clicking sound, "I would like to thank Beelzebub for his hospitality for today's meal."

"Heh..." Li Er chuckled softly, and rubbed Ling Huang's hair pamperingly.

After entering Beelzebub's huge stone castle, Ling Huang walked in front, and Li Er followed behind him.

Kicking open the gate of the stone castle, the one-foot-thick high door panel fell down with a "bang", Ling Huang was stunned, and looked down at his feet.

"If the blood family has a person with a compatible blood type, the transformed person will inherit all the abilities of the elder relative." Li Er slapped the door and the dust caused by the falling opened a clean path for Ling Huang, "Try to imagine your back It has a pair of wings."

"Then you were abused by Alan before?" Ling Huang complained, closing his eyes and dreaming, "What do you think? I've been thinking hard now."

"Although I revealed the angel wings to Alan, I didn't activate the guardian ability to fight against him." Li Er patted Ling Huang's shoulder blades with both hands, "From here, stretch out your wings."

"It doesn't seem to work." Ling Huang tried again and again but couldn't feel the changes behind him. He opened his eyes and looked up at Li Er, "The angel wings were given to you by Michael, maybe I can't inherit them."

"...Maybe." Li Er nodded slightly, "You should pay attention to my fighting style when you fight Beelzebub later. I may not be able to survive the moment when I meet Lucifer..."

"Shut up." Ling Huang pointed at him, "I won't allow you to say any more frustrating words."

In fact, Li Er wanted to take the opportunity to persuade Ling Huang not to regard life and death as an imperative, hope that he can be swayed, and it is best to promise to live a good life.

But Ling Huang didn't say anything about it. The new blood race who had completed the transformation seemed to have activated the spiritual protection at the very first moment, so that Li Er could no longer read what was in his mind.

"You recognized me as the master and said you would swear allegiance to me to the death." Ling Huang continued to point at him, staring with dissatisfaction, "I won't allow you to die, so you have to support me."

Li Er could only sigh and nod his head slightly, and respond respectfully: "Yes, MyLord."

Ling Huang broke into the banquet hall of the gluttonous demon king Beelzebub in front of him, and it was full of losers with blank expressions, and Beelzebub was walking among these puppets to check carefully, like a chef Strictly check that the ingredients are fresh enough.

It was so delicious——Ling Huang took a deep breath, and his two fangs extended beyond the range of his upper lip.