Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"I'll take you home." Regardless of Li Huan's struggle, Ling Huang dragged him to go outside.

Passing by a table of people who were drinking and chatting loudly, one of the men patted the table and shouted: "All the androids should be scrapped! If the technology of androids hadn't been developed in the past, there wouldn't be such a mess today!"

"Yeah, from the time when the bionics started grabbing our jobs, I said that sooner or later this bionic will have a big accident, let me say it right now?!"

"Ha!" There was another strange laugh, "Let me tell you, there is a family member near my house who raised a companion type, what are you doing?"

"Scrap?"

"Then their family can't bear it, but that bionic man went out to throw out garbage two nights ago, and was beaten to pieces by several people, tsk tsk tsk, I happened to pass by."

"Didn't you help the neighbor's android?"

"Oh, hahaha, how is that possible!" The man smashed the wine glass on the table, "I helped, I stepped on the pile of rubbish a few times!"

"Cool!"

The voices of these people were too loud, Ling Huang suddenly flicked Li Huan's wrist forcefully.

When he looked back, Li Huan had already punched the man who said he stepped on the broken face.

"What's wrong with the bionic man?!" Li Huan pressed his knee on the man's stomach, raised his fist and punched him again, "Doesn't human beings make trouble, commit crimes and kill people?! Can I beat you to pieces? ! Step on you like a piece of trash?!"

"Li Huan!" Ling Huang hurried up and hugged Li Huan's waist and pulled her back.

"Crazy, are you?!" The tablemate who was beaten up stood up, "Are you sick?! It's none of your business if we drink and chat!"

"Stop talking nonsense with him, beat him!"

"on!"

Seeing the other people raising their hands and feet, Ling Huang let go of Li Huan for the time being, and easily knocked these people down to the ground with a few moves.

"Who dares to move?!" Ling Huang pulled out the dagger in his waist and pressed the mechanism.

The slender sword flashed coldly across the eyes of several men, "If you are not afraid of death, just move it!"

"This voice... this sword..." The bartender at the bar watched the news every day, and after careful identification, he also recognized Ling Huang, "It's a tyrant! Run away!"

"That's right, the last time I watched TV, it was the tyrant who sent people from the Li clan home, and he used this sword at the gate of Li's house!" The guests at the bar echoed.

"Shut up!" Ling Huang swung his sword towards the bar, "Stop making noise!"

There was a moment of silence in the chaotic bar.

Even the music playing every time was stopped by the bartender.

After all, Li Huan was still too drunk, he punched someone a few times to consume the last of his strength, and was pushed down by that person.

The man wanted to fight back, but Ling Huang kicked him away.

"The tyrant can hit people at will?!" The man spat out a mouthful of blood and took out his phone, "I'll report you now! You don't meet the three principles of bionic people, and you must be abnormal, and you will be scrapped soon!"

The so-called three principles:

First, the bionic must listen to its master;

Second, bionics must protect human safety;

Third, on the premise of ensuring the safety of human beings, bionics should protect their own safety.

Ling Huang put Li Huan's arm on his shoulder with one hand, and looked back at the person who wanted to report him, "The tyrant is not bound by the three principles during his mission. You can report it anyway, and you are capable if you can cancel me."

The tyrant is about the same size as the bionic man who originally boarded Ling Huang.

It is very difficult to drag Li Huan, who is 188 tall, already drunk and fainted.

He can't hug Li Huan sideways, it's too ostentatious.

I had no choice but to carry the man on my back and put my arms around the back knees of his legs.

Winter is coming to an end and the nights are still cold.

Walking on the road step by step, Li Huan whispered drunken words in his ears.

"We... haven't had a drink together yet. Today... I'll take you out for a drink. Are you... happy?"

"...Happy." Ling Huang adjusted his voice generator, simulating the previous accompanying voice, "I'm very happy, but you drink too much, I don't like it."

"Well...don't dare anymore." Li Huan shrank, "Don't be angry, okay? I will...don't dare anymore."

"Well, I'm not angry with you, but you must remember to promise me that you can't drink like this again, or I will never forgive you."

"I, I can drink, very good!" Li Huan struggled for a while.

"Tsk." Ling Huang turned his face to his ear and threatened, "What did you say? Say it again?"

"...No, no, I don't dare, I don't dare." Li Huan shrank again, then turned to Ling Huang, "I have always been very good."

"I know." Ling Huang leaned towards his lips.

Under the dim streetlights, people passed by shivering on their way. They saw a small man kissing a big man behind his back and gave him strange looks.

Before taking Li Huan home, he took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

There was also a strong smell of alcohol in the room.

Turn on the light, the whole house is in a mess, empty wine bottles are scattered everywhere, Li Huan's clothes and high heels are also scattered everywhere.

There was a thick layer of dust on the furniture and some fingerprints on it.

Although Li Huan doesn't pay attention to details when doing housework, he still likes to be clean. How did this happen?

Carrying him into the bedroom, Ling Huang was startled when he saw the person lying in the small cup on half of the bed.

Li Huan didn't bury the accompanying type, so he put him there, covered with a quilt, with his hands on his chest, pretending to be sound asleep.

"Baby..." Li Huan stretched his hands towards the bed, "I'm back, I...I shouldn't have left you alone, I'm back...don't be angry, I...I'm here..."

The drunk man spoke illogically. Before, he said to drink together, but now he said to leave people alone at home.

Ling Huang closed his eyes to relieve the turbulent guilt, then walked to the other side of the bed, and gently put Li Huan on the bed.

Li Huan immediately turned around, together with the bed of small duck down cups, hugged the companion type in his arms and rubbed their ears together.

The room was as cold as an ice cellar, Ling Huang went to the living room to light the fireplace, and then slowly helped Li Huan pack the clothes and shoes.

What should be washed, go to the bathroom, wash it with a washing machine and hang it up.

The shoes that should be polished are carefully wiped clean, polished with shoe polish, and put back in the shoe cabinet.

Thinking that Li Huan would be thirsty, she poured hot water into the bedroom to feed him, but he refused to let go of the companion, his face was buried in the companion's neck, and he couldn't pull it out.

Ling Huang leaned against his ear, "Come here, let me kiss you."

Only then did Li Huan turn his face away, and Ling Huang poured a big mouthful of water into his mouth, and slowly fed him mouth to mouth.

There was really too much dust in the house, Ling Huang cleaned every corner of the house quietly, checked the doors and windows to make sure they were closed, and finally went back to the bedroom.

"Don't put me here anymore, I'm worried about you if you're like this, just bury me, okay?" He hugged Li Huan, stroked his hair and coaxed him softly.

Li Huan frowned and shook his head, "I, no!"

"But I can't rest in peace with you like this... Do you want me to have no peace?" Ling Huang persuaded from another angle.

The eyelashes of Li Huan's closed eyes trembled for a long time, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, "I... ok, ok, I'll listen to you... don't be angry with me..."