Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The wound that was already healing was ruptured by Ling Huang's merciless attack.

Li Zheng was carried back to Ci'anbao and bled all the way.

The boss of Cobra got down from the armored vehicle, wrapped his arms around Ling Huang's shoulders with a cigar in his mouth, and watched the people who carried the kite away, "Tsk, it turns out that Ling Paopao is the number one expert in the lonely city. years to persuade Li Zheng."

"Yeah." Ling Huang leaned on this person, "Brother Yuan, you need to brighten your eyes in the future, don't compare me to a weak chicken like Li Zheng who has a weird temper."

"Hahaha!" Wei Yuan squinted at Ling Huang, "What do you say? Come with me?"

"Otherwise?" Ling Huang turned his head and smiled at Wei Yuan, "Brother Yuan will take care of you from now on."

Sitting in the armored vehicle, Wei Yuan poured Ling Huang a glass of red wine, and the two clinked glasses.

The wine was drugged, Ling Huang was not surprised.

Waking up and lying on the operating table is not an accident.

It was no surprise to look down at the stitched wound on his chest.

He was told that a remote-control blasting device was installed in the heart, which was not powerful, but it was enough to blow his heart apart, not surprising.

It was no surprise that Wei Yuan threw him into the training camp and trained with a group of vicious, arrogant and unreasonable people.

Because Li Zheng once hugged Li Zheng in front of everyone, at that time Li Zheng kissed Ling Huang on the cheek with forgetfulness, Cobra rumored Ling Huang's hobby in this aspect, and from time to time people used this as a pastime, Ling Huang was not surprised.

I just feel lucky in my heart, fortunately, it was not Li Zheng who suffered all this.

The assassination order from Wei Yuan came every now and then, but Ling Huang always completed it quickly.

On the days when there is no assassination order, Ling Huang's daily routine is night patrol.

With a group of people, he strolled in the dark alley where he met Li Zheng for the first time.

Ling Huang walked casually with a cigarette in his mouth, and the people behind were a little ready to move.

"Hey, Ling Paopao, do you like to hang out with men?" Someone asked from behind, "Then, which of the brothers in our team suits you better?"

"What people like is Li Zheng. First of all, he has to be handsome, right? If he's tall, he also has to..." Interrupting the man with an ambiguous laugh, "You don't need me to say it? You have to be capable!"

"En." Ling Huang didn't know what they were talking about, so he responded casually.

"I think I look pretty good, Ling Paopao, how about we..." Someone grabbed Ling Huang's arm and led him to the hut under the high wall, "Playing?"

"Wow, you have such a taste... Actually, I'm also a little interested, such a handsome man looks quite swaying to me!"

Ling Huang was dragged into the hut, thinking when will the broken door be repaired?

Why fix it?

How handsome was Li Zheng's kick when he kicked down the door...

Being pressed face down on the table by several people, Ling Huang felt a little disgusted. This table has been placed here for this purpose.

Just as he was about to teach these people a lesson, there was a very slight noise outside the door.

Ling Huang smiled when he saw the black shadow flashing past the window.

He stared at the door, waiting to see the scene where Li Zheng's long legs kicked the door down again.

History is always surprisingly similar. Li Zheng came in angrily and kicked out a few people to take care of them outside.

Of course, there is one difference, that is, his kick did not remove the door.

Ling Huang sat cross-legged on the table and lit another cigarette, happily watching Li Zheng finished his work outside, and piled the downed people into the straw pile next to the hut.

Li Zheng came back, closed the door, and turned off the lights.

"Smoking?" Ling Huang asked.

Li Zheng didn't say a word, Ling Huang heard the sound of him putting down his backpack, and then there was a rustling sound like undressing.

Being hugged by a familiar breath, I heard Li Zheng's eager and impulsive voice, "Miss me?"

"Think." Ling Huang extinguished the cigarette butt on the wall next to him, rubbing his hands into Li Zheng's hair, "Is Lele okay?"

"Okay." Li Zheng said, "I miss you so much, I..."

He couldn't finish his sentence, and Ling Huang took the initiative to go up and swallow him up.