Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The suburbs are all single-family private houses, that is, houses built on their original land.

Different from villas, this kind of private house is closer to self-built houses in the countryside. It looks big on the outside but is often unpretentious on the inside.

The doors and windows of other nearby houses were basically broken, but the one that Xiaoying took Ling Huang to was a house with doors and windows reinforced with wooden strips, which looked neat and clean.

"This is?" Ling Huang asked when Xiaoying took the key from her pocket to open the door.

"My home." Xiaoying was not very happy, "I used to be the home before I became a zombie. After that, no one lived in it for a long time. I have advanced to the present level, so I came back to clean up and want to continue living here."

"Oh." Ling Huang noticed that Xiaoying's mood was not right.

Following Xiaoying into the house, Ling Huang pulled his clothes, "Why are you unhappy?"

"You drove me just now." Xiaoying glanced back at him, "Hmph."

Still huh?

"Oh, I didn't mean to treat you like a horse." Seeing Xiaoying striding towards the house, Ling Huang followed closely behind, "Don't be so stingy."

"Whoever is stingy, you are the stingy, you are the smallest." Xiaoying turned her head again, and gently pushed Ling Huang's chest with her hand.

"Oh!" Ling Huang squatted down in pain, clutching his stomach, "I'm still hurt, you... ah, it hurts..."

"Ah?" Xiaoying became anxious for a moment, and knelt down beside Ling Huang's arm with a thump, "Where did you get hurt? Why didn't you tell me? I didn't smell blood. What's going on? Is it an internal injury? Does it matter? ? Does it hurt so badly?"

Ling Huang looked at Xiaoying, his hand was pulled by him, and the person was hugged by him, watching Xiaoying lowered her head and gently pressed back and forth near his stomach, feeling very anxious.

"I'm sorry." Ling Huang said softly, "I only rode when I got carried away. I didn't ride you as if I were a big horse."

"..." Xiaoying paused, looked at Ling Huang, and then continued to help him check the injury anxiously, "Why can't I feel it, where is the injury?"

"No injury, I lied to you." Ling Huang grabbed Xiaoying's white-gloved hand and held it, "I lied to you because I was afraid you would ignore me."

"How can you lie?" Xiaoying felt that the brother in front of her was simply too cunning, "I trust you so much!"

"Then, I'll let you ride as a horse." Ling Huang crawled on the ground, "Then you lie to me once, and we'll be even, okay?"

Xiaoying pursed her lips and seemed to be thinking seriously.

"Come on, come on!" Ling Huang patted his lower back with one hand behind him, "Riding a big horse is fun."

"I'll crush you to death." Xiaoying pushed Ling Huang to the ground, "Then I'll lie to you twice, and it will be even."

"OK!" Ling Huang stretched out his little finger.

Xiaoying hooked his hand.

Ling Huang's eyes were crooked when he smiled, and it was really a pleasure to get along with Xiaoying. He said what he had to say, and he was so cute and decisive in solving problems.

"I don't have a Sangsang in my family." Xiaoying said.

"..." Ling Huang immediately turned his head and looked into the living room.

The room was very quiet, without any abnormal noise.

"That Sangsang is not my grandmother." Xiaoying said again.

Ling Huang's heart suddenly picked up, "You are such a fool, is this called a lie?"

Xiaoying sat cross-legged on the ground, swiped and pulled her fingers on the ground a few times, looking dejected.

"Where's grandma? Where are you hiding?" Ling Huang also pulled Xiaoying up when he stood up.

Xiaoying walked to the sofa in the living room, pushed the sofa away, and there was a cover on the floor.

When the cover was opened, there was a ladder. Only then did Ling Huang hear the sound of things like rattling and rattling colliding with each other in a small range.

Holding the cover and trying to go down to have a look, Xiaoying grabbed Ling Huang's hand.

"You are a living person, you can't go down." Xiaoying said, "I cleaned the basement very clean and comfortable. Grandma lives in it alone, so it's safe."

"Then go down and have a look, and come up after making sure there is no problem." Ling Huang patted Xiaoying's arm, "Leaving grandma alone at home for such a long time, you must be worried."

"Yes." Xiaoying confirmed again before going down the stairs, "Brother won't go, brother will wait for me."

"Waiting for you." Ling Huang smiled at him.

In order to reassure Xiaoying, Ling Huang squatted next to the cover and looked down, until Xiaoying was no longer visible, then Ling Huang sat down on the floor.

Soon the sound of a guitar was heard in the basement.

Then the low and hoarse voice sang the nursery rhyme Shake, Shake, Shake to Grandma Bridge.

Natural and smooth, relaxed and lazy, Xiaoying's singing gives people a sense of melancholy and tranquility.

It may be that the relaxation is a bit too much, and the voice has a grainy feeling of vicissitudes of life from time to time, which sounds very sad.

The clicking, clicking, and slightly colliding sound gradually became lighter.

"Grandma, Xiaoying listened to you today and came back early. Don't lose your temper. Later, Xiaoying will make meat for you. You go to bed first, and Xiaoying will call you after dinner."

After the words were over, Xiaoying walked back with the acoustic guitar in her hand.

Ling Huang reached down to pick up the guitar, Xiaoying climbed up, and Ling Huang helped him put the cover back on.

"Grandma will fall asleep when she hears me singing, let's not disturb her, go to my little room and play." Xiaoying pointed to the door of the room.

Ling Huang looked back three times at every step, always looking at the cover again.

He still remembered that he came this time to help Brother Yan and the others ask Xiaoying's questions.

If evolving SSR was so easy, Xiaoying should have evolved her grandmother long ago, right?

"Xiaoying, what level of funeral is your grandmother...well, that..." Ling Huang felt that it was impolite to say that grandma was a zombie, and he was stuck at the end and didn't know how to end it.

"Grandma is A-level, the weakest kind." Xiaoying said, "So she can't hear your voice or smell you in the basement, and her sense of smell is limited."

"No, I'm not worried about my own safety." Ling Huang said.

Xiaoying opened the door of her room and pulled Linghuang in together, "With Xiaoying here, don't be afraid even if other SSRs come, let alone grandma."

"I'm really not afraid of grandma." Ling Huang turned to Xiaoying and looked up into his eyes seriously.

Staring at Xiaoying's terrifying big eyeballs without eyelids at such a close distance is actually a little scalp-numbing, but Ling Huang has to look at him.

"We are good friends." Ling Huang tried to make himself smile naturally, "Your grandmother is also my grandmother, I am not afraid, I like you both."

"... Didn't brother lie to me by saying that?" Xiaoying felt a little scared of being deceived.

"I swear." Ling Huang held up three fingers together, "I will never lie to Xiaoying about anything, not even joking. I like Xiaoying, and I like grandma."

Xiaoying stared at Ling Huang for a while, then nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

[Target: Li Ying, goodwill +5, current goodwill: 20. 】

Then he ran to the single bed, lifted the old but clean sheet, and pulled out a large suitcase underneath.

With a clatter, the box full of toys was thrown to the ground by him.

"Good friends will share toys, brother, these are all for you to play with!"