Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The next day Ling Huang and Ling Yun cooked a big meal together, they were full and ready to go.

One of the two brought zombies and the other brought ghosts. It was not convenient for them to take public transportation, so they each drove a caravan.

"Thank you, sister." Ling Huang didn't talk nonsense, but he still had to express his gratitude.

"Just by the way." Ling Yun smiled, "To wash my sister's karma, I need to take her out to earn merits. Since I have to go out, I can help you check a line, killing two birds with one stone."

"Both things are helping me." Ling Huang said.

"Okay, if you want to thank you, wait until the investigation is over and you can go out to collect merits." Ling Yun said, "It's too difficult for the ancestors. They are not well-known gods, and no one believes in them, so we can only rely on us."

"I'm supposed to do this kind of rough work." Ling Huang was very conscious of being a man.

Before leaving, Ling Yun hugged Yin'er and teased her for a long time, as if reluctant to part.

"If you like children, just have one yourself." Ling Huang couldn't help but scold, "You've reached the marriageable age, why don't you go out and have a relationship?"

Ling Yun stuffed the child into Ling Huang's arms, "Don't worry, you are in a hurry to give birth!"

"I have Yin'er." Ling Huang laughed and waved goodbye to Ling Yun, "But you only have sister in red!"

"...Get lost!" Ling Yun crumpled a talisman in his pocket into a ball and threw it on the back of Ling Huang's head.

The road to the south of Yunnan has a lot of ups and downs, and Yin'er lay on the big bed in the carriage with trembling hands and couldn't play the game well.

So he found a new entertainment item: watching TV.

The RV at home is connected to the Internet, and the smart TV can search for everything you want to watch.

Yin'er is self-taught, and the remote control finds cartoon 6 to fly.

Whether it is a human or a zombie, children's curiosity and desire to imitate are always so strong.

On the first night, Ling Huang found a rest area and went in to spend the night. He cooked some dumplings for Yin'er to eat, but saw Yin'er lying upright on the bed without moving.

"What's wrong?" Ling Huang climbed onto the bed and put his hand under Yin'er's nose, remembering that zombies don't need to breathe.

Want to feel the heartbeat, hey, Yin'er has no heart.

"Hey!" He shook Yin'er, "What's the matter, don't scare me!"

"I am, Sleeping Beauty." Yin'er closed her eyes tightly, but opened and closed her mouth to speak, "Prince, don't kiss me, don't wake up."

Ling Huang didn't know who rolled his eyes, but he lowered his head helplessly and kissed Yin'er's lips, "My Sleeping Beauty, I'm getting up to eat dumplings. If you don't eat the stuffed beef, I'll eat them all."

The next night, after eating and washing, she lay down and got ready to sleep, but Yin'er said: "On TV, it's the same as Yin'er, a little baby, still sucking milk."

"..." Ling Huang wished he could smash the TV, "You don't need to breastfeed, go to bed quickly."

Then Yin'er asked for milk all night, and the next day Ling Huang had no choice but to go to the nearest supermarket to buy a baby bottle, bought a bag of milk powder, filled the bottle full and stuffed the pacifier into Yin'er's mouth.

After actually entering the mountainous road, the network signal became unstable. Yin'er watched TV for a while and stared blankly for a while. Ling Huang occasionally looked back at him obediently holding the remote control and leaning against the big pillow, and he always pulled the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Every time I look at it, I feel that Yin'er is a little more cute.

The mountain was difficult to walk, and there was another rainstorm in the evening. Ling Huang couldn't make it to the next rest point in time, and he got stuck in the mud puddle while driving at night.

Turning on the double flashing lights, Ling Huang pulled the handbrake and said to himself, "I can't go tonight, the surrounding area is still open, so wait here until dawn, lest there will be landslides in the mountains ahead."

But Yin'er looked out of the dark car window in a blink of an eye, and whispered: "Mother, come here, come to Yin'er quickly."