Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The content of the painting covered by white cloth has richer emotional color than those that can be seen at a glance.

The painting that Ling Huang opened the first time was because it was close to the inside. In the painting, it was no longer Li Er's teenage appearance, but the tall and strong appearance that Ling Huang had seen when he was an adult.

"Has Alan's relatives passed away?" Ling Huang asked in a low voice, looking at Alan in the painting crying sadly at a tombstone.

"His grandfather." Li Er naturally answered Ling Huang's question, "During the summer when he was 20, because of a plague."

Ling Huang walked inside again, and saw an uncovered painting of Li Er and Ai Lun taking a medical examination at the conscription office together.

"Aristocrats are going to serve too?" Ling Huang said as he lifted the white cloth of the painting on the inner side.

"Too many people have died from the plague. All living men of the right age should go if they are not handicapped." Li Er made a soft gasping sound as he spoke.

Ling Huang looked at Li Er's back and saw that there was nothing unusual about him, so he went to look at the newly opened painting.

[He said should go, not have to go. ] Seeing the painting in front of him of dead bodies being piled into a deep pit, and soldiers including Li Er and Ai Lun pouring mud into the pile of corpses, Ling Huang's heart became heavy, [He and Ai Lun must have had a good relationship at the time, I always feel that he joined the army to accompany Allen. ]

[Why don't you ask him directly?Anyway, she is already a personal maid, knowing her master is to serve him better. 】

Although the gender of the maid still made Ling Huang want to complain, he glanced at Li Er and his heart sank again.

A little inexplicably resisted, although he knew that it would be better to learn more about him like A Yue said, but Ling Huang was clearly not so willing to dig out other people's secrets at this moment.

The paintings in the back gradually became strange. They used to be the normal life of nobles and soldiers, but supernatural power appeared from a covered painting.

The corpse pit sealed by mud was shrouded in a cloud of black air, and those uncorrupted corpses crawled out of the ground in a row.

It didn't take long for Li Er's legion in white armor to be attacked by those legions of lifeless black corpses.

Afterwards, the living lost people appeared and mixed with the army of the dead to attack humans.

After the appearance of the black seraphim over the Black Legion, a hidden painting also appeared of the white seraphim.

"Michael?" Ling Huang brought up the name again after a short while.

Unexpectedly, Li Er replied softly, "Yes."

"What did he do to you?" Ling Huang stroked the seraph's wings and looked at Li Er who was standing opposite him. The light in Michael's hand was shining on Li Er.

"Give me angel wings." Li Er said, raising his right hand slightly, and a pair of huge wings filled with thick red smoke immediately spread out behind him.

"..." Ling Huang was stunned.

[Fuck! 】Ah Yue was also so shocked that she swears, 【Come closer, I want to see his wings! 】

Ling Huang walked behind Li Er and realized that the red cloud was not just smoke, Li Er's pair of white wings were bleeding from the root of each feather.

"After betraying the holy light and becoming a blood clan, this thing no longer belongs to me." Li Er said as he turned his head, stretched out his hand and lightly pulled a white feather down.

The wound where the feather was easily pulled off immediately gushed out a stream of blood.

"Angels don't bother to take back these wings." Li Er turned around and handed the feathers to Ling Huang, "I was exiled here, neither a god nor a demon, neither human nor ghost."

Ling Huang grasped the feather that was much longer than his palm, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Pretending to be pitiful here again!" Alan's sneering voice was followed by a cloud of black smoke, and he stood in front of Li Er and stared at him with downcast eyes, "Your trick is really tried and tested, Lord Earl~"

Seeing that Alan's eyes were dark and he spread his five fingers to attack Lier's wings, Ling Huang rushed forward and pushed Alan's chest hard without thinking.