Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Sitting up and sleeping hard is very hard.

The sky was bright and Ling Huang woke up in a daze, looked up, the snow had stopped, the sky had cleared, the dragon's horns were no longer red, and returned to a black and furry appearance, towering high above it.

and many more……

Its daybreak?Li Qian woke up?

Ling Huang jumped up and grabbed the futon under his buttocks and slid down the back of the dragon's neck, and ran away as soon as his feet touched the ground.

Fragments of gold flickered around Li Qian's narrow golden pupils, and he closed his eyes after watching Ling Huang rush into the hut with a futon in his arms as if being chased and bitten by a dog.

After the giant dragon opened its eyes again, it rose slowly into the air, stretched its body and let out a low growl, the dragon body released billowing blue smoke, shaking the snow from the thatched cottages where it was stationed.

Ling Huang, who had a backache after a night's work, just picked up the teacup and wanted to drink when he heard the roar, and saw the snow falling outside the window, he always felt a little embarrassed.

Sitting on someone's head and sleeping all night is really...ahem.

The meal prepared by Gong'e was too bland, Ling Huang tasted like chewing wax, took one bite, stared at the dragon and gods who started to worship outside the window, and took another bite.

"Why do you eat this all day long?" Ling Huang put down his chopsticks and looked at Gong'e next to him.

Porridge, porridge, bamboo shoots, and all kinds of leaves, there is no oily smell, and it has been more than a month.

In Tiangong, Ling Huang searched for classics and checked information every day, and didn't care about the quality of food, but now he couldn't bear it when he was free.

"Back to the God, His Royal Highness ordered that the God family does not drink unless it is morning dew, does not eat unless it is tender bamboo, and does not live in it unless it is a sycamore tree." Gong'e directly pulled the prince out as a shield.

Slightly startled, Ling Huang looked at the dragon on You Ze again, pursed his lips, picked up his chopsticks, and didn't feel that the food arranged according to the Phoenix's habits was so hard to swallow.

Asking Gong'e to borrow a few books from the bookworm Shenjun, Ling Huang leaned on the sycamore wooden bed that Gong'e brought out of the palace with a Qiankun bag, and began to feel sleepy after watching it, and was afraid that the dragon would come again at night. It's hot, I can't sleep, I can't let out the cold air, and I'm going to make a mistake, so I stay awake and dare not fall asleep.

After finally carrying the ceremony to the end of another day, the black dragon circled the station again, and its head still landed firmly on the side of Ling Huang's thatched hut.

When it got dark, Ling Huang grabbed the futon and repeated the operation last night.

After one month of worship, Ling Huang slept hard at night, and during the day his back was so sore that he dared not sleep hard for a month.

After the last night, this year's ceremony is over. Back in the sea of ​​clouds in the Heavenly Palace, Ling Huang's nerves, which had been stretched for a month, completely relaxed. He sat cross-legged in the fairy barrier that Wenqu Xingjun helped form, and then leaned to the side and fell down. The people sleeping in the clouds are unconscious.

When the prince who was at the front of the sea of ​​clouds turned around and took a look, took off the outermost black dragon-pattern cloak and walked towards Ling Huang, all the priests and servants from the palaces lowered their eyes and did not dare to look.

Walking to Ling Huang's side, Li Qian knelt down on one knee, and gently covered Ling Huang with his cloak.

Ling Huang has a slender figure, and he looks even more slender in the clouds. His beautiful facial features are very soft when he is sleeping. The small tear mole under his right eye adds a touch of vitality to his slightly cold face.

Li Xi stretched out his big palm, as if he wanted to touch the tear mole, his golden pupils were exceptionally bright.

"Hmm..." Ling Huang rolled over Li Xian's cloak as if afraid of the cold, and murmured two words in his dream: Yebai.

The golden pupils tightened suddenly, Li Qian retracted the hand that hadn't touched Ling Huang, and the light in his pupils dimmed.

The private affairs of those in power in Tiangong cannot be discussed by anyone. Ling Huang who woke up in Linghuang Palace didn't know what happened all the way back to the palace.

Went to Xianxian Pagoda to say hello to Yebai, read some good words about him, and then went to Zangshu Pavilion to look through the records of various immortals, and once again confirmed that he really couldn't find a suitable master.

The guards in the palace, Gong'e, couldn't help at all. Ling Huang caught them and asked how to use the immortal power. They all said that the Taoist method, the primordial spirit, the magical treasure, and the divine soldiers crossed the catastrophe. It took 1000 years to start. BLABLA...Ling Huang heard that one head and two big.