Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"What little tiger?" The man hadn't left just now, but the voice came from the other side of the wooden house, that is, outside the fence.

"My bionic man." Li Huan stopped pulling the door, and chatted with Xiao Bei's owner through the fence, "The name I just named, Little Tiger."

"Like to bite?" the man asked.

"...No, I put a lot of thought into choosing this name, let me tell you..."

Taking advantage of the chatting between the two outside, Ling Huang ran to the corner and grabbed Xiaobei's shoulders with both hands, about to push him to the ground.

There is a wooden box next to it, let Xiao Bei gather up, this box should be able to lock him in.

"What are you doing!" Xiaobei didn't dare to shout, his eyes widened.

One must know that Ling Huang is only 166, and Xiaobei is almost 175. It was not so easy for Ling Huang to press him down, so he tried a little harder.

Xiaobei squatted in front of Ling Huang as if he had given up the fight.

Then came a faint sentence, "Is this suitable for us?"

"Do you want to be taken back by your master immediately?" Ling Huang pointed at him, "If you don't want to, just be obedient!"

Xiaobei flinched and nodded, "I can listen to you for anything else, but this is really not good, I have a headache now."

"Huh?" Ling Huang's thoughts froze.

Looking at Xiaobei's posture again, Ling Huang raised his hand and patted his head, "When is it, you still think about something good! Put your head down and hug your knees, I'll cover you up!"

The wooden box was turned upside down to fit Xiao Bei inside.

As soon as Ling Huang breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Xiaobei's master sneer, "Tch, you still think so much about naming the bionic man? Are you wearing skirts every day and wearing out your brain?"

Before Li Huan, she was quite proud of introducing her idea of ​​naming to others.

Hearing this kind of words, he became quiet and stopped talking.

The door was pulled again, this time Li Huan did not call "little tiger".

Ling Huang tidied up his clothes, went over to unlock the latch on the door, and greeted him with a smile, "Master."

Li Huan looked at him, his eyes were a little vacillating, he opened his mouth and replied softly, "Ah."

"Come and let your little tiger come out and say hello to me!" Master Xiaobei shouted again.

Li Huan frowned.

Ling Huang squeezed out from Li Huan, and saw a shotgun and a cigarette dangling from outside the fence. At first glance, he looked like a homeless man, but on closer inspection, he was probably just a decadent middle-aged man who was too lazy to change his clothes.

"Hello." Nodding to Master Xiaobei with a polite smile, "I'm Ling...Little Tiger, please take care of me in the future~"

"So short?" The man looked at Ling Huang contemptuously, "You have a pretty face, did you spend money on it?"

The question was about Li Huan, but Li Huan leaned on the door frame and didn't even look at the man.

"It's the appearance customized by the master." Ling Huang answered for Li Huan with a smile.

"Our Xiaobei is also custom-made, but he is much taller than you, and looks better than you." The man spit out the cigarette butt, and twisted it under his feet, "Li Huan, you have aesthetic problems."

Put, you, de, Luo, circle, fart!

"Haha~" Ling Huang smiled happily, "When you customized Xiaobei, the price increase for the appearance was not as high as it is now, right?"

You must be Xiaobei's former owner if you want to customize it. What are you talking about here?

Relying on his knowledge of the inside story, Ling Huang put a smile on his face.

"Uh, this, cough. I'll go find Xiaobei, remember, if you see him, you must notify me." The man rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and left.

"Okay~ you go slowly~" Ling Huang waved happily.

"What nonsense are you talking to him?" Li Huan said dissatisfiedly with a suppressed voice, "This guy's EQ is not as high as a yogurt bottle."

"But our confidence in talking to others is really not as strong as a tomato." Ling Huang pointed to the inside of the wooden house and whispered, "Xiaobei is here."

Li Huan left the wall at once, stood up straight and looked in the direction of Master Xiaobei's walk.

"Do you want to chase him and tell him?" Ling Huang asked.

"No, let him worry for a while, who told him to say me." Li Huan snorted coldly, "That's fine, but also my little tiger, why is my little tiger not as good as Xiao Bei?"

"Xiao Bei can hear you." Ling Huang gave him a white look, "Wait for that man to go further, and let Xiao Bei come in for a meeting. You see, that man is so vicious that he is still carrying a shotgun. We can't let Xiao Bei go now. Get out of your house, or something may happen."

"How dare he shoot, it's just that there is no restriction here, he has a gun certificate, and he likes to show it off." Li Huan went into the wooden house, "I grew up always seeing him like this, and I never saw him. The first time I really shot, sparrows and rabbits dare not shoot, dare to shoot Xiaobei?"

"Oh." Ling Huang was even less worried after hearing this.

At first he thought he was such a ruthless master, but in the end he was just a master with too much thunder and little rain.

"Where is the person?" Li Huan looked around in the small room, "Where is it hidden?"

"Wooden box." Ling Huang pointed to the corner of the wall.

"That's the coal box." Li Huan turned to look at the box, "It's black, and you put him in it?"

"..." Ling Huang looked down at his hand, it was indeed pitch black.

He didn't have any complaints about the black and gray Xiaobei who was messed up all over.

After entering Li Huan's house and cleaning it up briefly, it was clean again.

"Fortunately, your uniforms are waterproof and can be wiped clean." Li Huan half-lyed on the sofa and watched a particularly old movie on TV, "Otherwise, if you go back with a black suit, you will be kicked out again. "

"Hey." Xiaobei smiled shyly, "Thank you for helping me."

"Don't laugh so sweetly, I'm not familiar with you." Li Huan glanced at him, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Sit down and have a rest."

"I'm not tired." Xiao Bei said.

"I see you standing and I feel tired." Li Huan pointed to the sofa, "Sit!"

"Sit here? On the sofa?" Xiaobei was surprised.

"Otherwise? The floor of my house can be mopped only once every three days. You can sit on the floor even if you are not afraid of getting dirty." Li Huan began to lose patience with Xiaobei.

"I mean, I can only sit on a small bench at home." Xiaobei looked around, "You don't have a small bench at home."

Li Huan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xiao Bei, "I'm going out now to buy you a small bench, do you think there's still time?"

Ling Huang heard Li Huan's unfriendly tone when he entered the house through the back door.

"Xiao Bei, sit on the sofa and don't be too restrained," he said.

Xiao Bei was sitting on the sofa with half of his buttocks, looking very uncomfortable.

"Why did you come in through the back door? I thought you were in the bathroom." Li Huan's tone was much softer towards Ling Huang.

"Xiaobei was in the bathroom just now, how could I be there?" Ling Huang was about to wash his hands, "I was just fixing the door lock in the utility room."

Li Huan frowned, Ling Huang suddenly remembered that this person doesn't like bionics doing too many things.

"Hey, clumsy, my hand was hit by a hammer." He raised his left hand, "Master, what should I do? It hurts like hell."

[The acting skills are slightly exaggerated. 】

But Li Huan didn't dislike it, and hurried over and grabbed Ling Huang's hand and looked at it several times, with a reproachful tone, "If you don't mess with it, you still need to fix it?"

"It's fun, the hammer is clinking on it." Ling Huang said with a bitter face, "Now I regret it, and I won't play it again."

"Okay, okay." Li Huan grabbed his fingers and blew on his mouth, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore, let me wash your hands and apply some medicine."

"Ah."

With this sound, Ling Huang exhausted all his life's knowledge, expressing his grievance and coquettishness to the fullest.