Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

When I woke up again, I was gently awakened by a sad and melodious tune played by an acoustic guitar very close.

The familiar low-pitched magnetic voice dragged its lazy ending, singing the desolation of world-weariness and despair.

"Bury your sadness in the soil, pretend that you are still strong, for fear that you will be hesitant for a moment when you look back, and the road ahead will be full of blood and debts..."

Before Ling Huang fully woke up, he was about to break his heart and cry.

"Hmm...Xiaoying." He narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand and scratched the head of the man sitting cross-legged next to his bed.

"Ah, you're awake." Li Ying sniffed, coughed twice, plucked the guitar strings again, and changed to a relaxed and warm tune.

"The chaos is far away, you are near, the smile is shallow, and my picture is bright. The indifference is far away, the heart is warm, and the sweet dream drowns my first love."

At this point, Liying pressed her right hand on the strings to stop the overtone, and said with a low smile, "The lean meat porridge is ready. I tasted it. It's delicious. Get up and eat some."

"That song just now." Ling Huang was still immersed in the lingering rhyme of the song played and sung by the guitar, "You made it yourself?"

"The first one was sung indiscriminately." Li Ying put the guitar next to the masochistic acacia jigsaw puzzle, got up and gently pulled up the quilt, and put her arms around the back of Ling Huang's neck. It was done on the spur of the moment."

"It sounds so good." Ling Huang sat up half supported and half hugged by him, "You haven't told me what you were doing before the outbreak of mourning disease?"

Li Ying smiled slightly, covered her eyes with thick eyelashes, and whispered shyly, "So it's the guitarist and lead singer of a band."

After speaking, Li Ying picked up Ling Huang's knee and asked the princess to hug her again.

Ling Huang hurriedly patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, don't, don't hug me, I can walk by myself."

Although Li Ying leaned on him, she still held his arm with one hand and supported him all the way.

"It's uncomfortable to sit on the dining table and chairs. You sit on the sofa. I'll bring you porridge and feed it to you." Li Ying sent him to the sofa properly, then turned and went to the kitchen.

A large bowl of steaming bamboo rat lean meat porridge was brought out, Li Ying stirred the rice porridge with a spoon while walking back and forth, blowing air on it to dissipate heat.

Now Li Ying is wearing a very old but clean cotton home clothes suit, dragging a pair of slippers, and walking here concentrating on blowing the porridge. Looking at him, Ling Huang always feels that this scene is like in a dream. Lack of realism.

In the zombie apocalypse, he is the king of zombies, but he cooks for Ling Huang like a good man at home?

Smell the fresh fragrance of porridge and let your soul possess you. This is the smell of the world!Where is the dream? !

He couldn't wait to kneel up from the sofa to grab the porridge bowl in Li Ying's hand, "Give it to me, I'll eat it myself!"

"Be careful it's hot." Li Ying raised his hand a little bit and Ling Huang couldn't reach it even when he jumped.

"How tall are you?" Ling Huang frowned and stared at him.

I used to know that Xiaoying is tall, but I didn't ask about the exact height, and Xiaoying used to walk with a slightly bowed waist and looked very sad, but now he is the king of zombies, Liying's figure is straight and stretched, and he looks taller .

"One meter**." Sitting next to Ling Huang, Li Ying blew on a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth.

Immediately opened his mouth to take this bite, the rice grains were boiled very soft and glutinous, the smell of meat and rice mixed together, very appetizing, hooked the glutton that Ling Huang hadn't taken care of for a long time.

"One meter, that's really tall." He opened his mouth again.

"Don't worry, blow it cooler, or it will burn your mouth and tongue." Li Ying glanced at him, and blew the porridge steadily for him with a smile.

"You haven't said how old you are yet?" Ling Huang asked other questions when he couldn't wait for the porridge.

"Three years older than you." Li Ying said, "I'm 22, you should call me brother."

Another spoonful of porridge at a suitable temperature was delivered to Ling Huang's mouth.

[Male junior, holding a gold brick. 】The AI ​​assistant is here again.

"The third-year male is holding gold bricks." Ling Huang casually chewed a few mouthfuls, swallowed, and waited anxiously again.

[Ding dong, reward 1 point, current points: 250. 】

"I told you, don't make jokes casually." Li Ying gave Ling Huang a light look while blowing the porridge, "It will make me misunderstand."

Ling Huang pretended to be stupid and pretended to be dumbfounded, and smiled to fool him.

The two of them fed and ate porridge spoonful by spoonful like this, and chatting felt somewhat strange and awkward.

"Have you bought food for grandma before?" Li Ying asked.

"Well, what happened?"

"You gave grandma the two most beautiful bamboo rats I raised." Li Ying looked at him with a hint of reproach, "The two I raised for fun, I have to hug them for a while every day, now I have nothing to hug."

"Ah!" Ling Huang was taken aback, "You kept those two as pets?!"

"Yeah." Li Ying nodded, and stuffed a spoonful of porridge into Ling Huang's mouth, "Sometimes I hug them when I sleep, those two are the best."

"I'm sorry, I, I don't know..." Ling Huang knelt on the sofa and put his palms together, almost kowtowing to the Zombie King to apologize.

Xiaoying has experienced such heart-piercing pain for a while, so he should give him whatever can comfort him at the moment. Pets are very comforting, but let Ling Huang kill him and feed his grandma.

"Sit down." Li Ying turned her face away from Ling Huang, "Don't just pose in this position."

Ling Huang looked at himself.

A big Liying T-shirt that I casually wear after taking a shower, and then... nothing.

He kneeled like this with his legs apart. Although the clothes were so big that they seemed to be covered by skirts, it was actually a bit indecent and shameful.

Sit down honestly, poke Xiaoying teasingly, "Yo, our Xiaoying has really grown up, and we know how to avoid taboos."

"Taboo?" Li Ying turned around and continued to feed him, "I don't know what is taboo, don't interrupt what I just said, you killed the bamboo mouse I was hugging to sleep, what should I hug in sleep?"

"Hug the pillow." Ling Huang said.

"No." Li Ying shook her head, "I'm already a dead person, and hugging an inanimate thing is so cold and boring."

"Then I'll pick two cute bamboo rats for you."

"..." Li Ying looked unnatural, and stared at Ling Huang strangely for a few seconds, "Do you really not understand what I mean, or are you pretending to be stupid with me?"

"Ah, what do you mean, let me think about it." Ling Huang's action of opening his mouth to take a spoonful of porridge was as natural as flowing water, as if he should be fed to him when he eats.

"Oh!" Ling Huang patted his head, "Do you want to hug grandma to sleep?"

Even though Li Ying's personality became calm and calm after evolution, he still couldn't handle Ling Huang making him stupid like this.

Put the porridge bowl on the side coffee table, push Ling Huang's shoulders to press him on the sofa.

The deep eyes with thick eyelashes peered into Ling Huang's eyes, and his lips and teeth slightly opened and closed, "You just said that the male junior is holding a gold brick, and my gold brick is here, do you want to hug it?"

Ling Huang only felt a buzzing in his head.

The blood all over his body seemed to rush to his face, and his cheeks were hot as if they were about to ooze blood.