Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The so-called sitting has a sitting appearance, and standing has a standing appearance, which roughly refers to people like Li Xian.

After Ling Huang had finished eating, Gong'e cleared the table and put some refreshments on it. During the whole process, Li Qian sat upright on the stone bench, her eyes fixed on her nose, her nose and her heart motionless.

After pouring two cups of tea, Ling Huang invited him to drink tea. Holding the teacup in his right hand, he slowly poured the tea into his mouth, took a sip, and then gently put down the teacup.

Every move is like a model of nobility, eating and drinking are all steady and elegant.

Although he didn't have much contact with him, Ling Huang also knew that Li Jian didn't talk much, so he spoke first: "Why does His Royal Highness seek me?"

In the warm breeze, Li Xian's hair was half tied up in a bun, and a few strands of her untied long hair were lifted by the wind and fluttered.

Seeing Ling Huang asking him, he looked straight into Ling Huang's eyes again and said, "It's good for God to call me away in private."

Repeater?Li Qian seems to like to repeat and emphasize a sentence very much. It was the same when he invited Ling Huang to help him for the first time, and it was also the same when Ling Huang was drunk and wanted to send someone back to the palace.

"Li Qian, what do you want from me?" Ling Huang decided to go along with him, lest he repeat this sentence again.

"Youze Ritual, God comes to help me clear up the miasma every night, thank you from Li Xian." Li Qian raised his hand as he said, a wooden box appeared in his hand.

Seeing Li Qian put the box on the table, Ling Huang didn't understand, so he asked, "To cleanse the miasma?"

Li Jian only looked at him and did not explain carefully.

But this kind of thing can be understood casually if you think about it. Ling Huang doesn't know magic. The only explanation is that the ice phoenix's own cold air can directly offset the miasma in the belly of the black dragon.

After he figured it out, Ling Huang glanced at the wooden box, "What is this?"

"Smoke cloak." Li Qian said, lifting the lid of the box with his fingertips, "It can seal the cold air of the Supreme God Ice Phoenix in the body."

"Huh?" Ling Huang took out the clothes from the box, stood up and shook them off to have a look.

The texture is like tulle, and it doesn't weigh much in the hand. I don't know what kind of silk thread is used to embroider small clouds like clouds on the gauze.

If it weren't for the fact that the clothes were tailored for men's sleeveless cloaks, Ling Huang really wanted to ask: Whose girl do you think I am?

Thinking that it was worn as pajamas anyway, Ling Huang didn't bother with the patterns on it.

Just as he was about to put the things back into the box to thank him, Li Qian stood up, walked two steps closer, took the cloak with both hands on his shoulders, and looked at Ling Huang.

"No, I won't wear it now..." Ling Huang shook his head.

Li Qian still insisted on helping Ling Huang get dressed.

After a moment of embarrassment, Ling Huang turned his back to Li Xi and opened his arms, and Li Xi gently put the cloak on Ling Huang's green shirt.

The strange thing is that the clothes disappeared as soon as they were put on. Ling Huang lowered his head and stroked his chest, feeling the novelty, turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at Li Xian.

Li Qian's broken golden pupils softened for a moment, Ling Huang thought he had misread, but when he wanted to confirm, Li Qian had already returned to his arrogance and Lingshuang expression.

Sitting opposite each other and drinking a few cups of tea, Ling Huang and Li Qian had nothing to say, and Li Qian didn't seem to feel that the atmosphere was out of harmony even as they sat.

Throwing fish food into the pond one by one until the last one in the small paper bag, Ling Huang couldn't take it anymore, turned his head to look at Li Qian again and said, "Dian... Li Qian."

Lifting his eyes, Li Qian looked at Ling Huang.

Being stared at by his broken golden eyes, Ling Huang couldn't resist such unadorned and pure eyes, and stroked his forehead, "Are you still busy? If it's okay, I'm going to Zangshu Pavilion."

"There is no Nightmare Moon in **." Li Qian still looked straight at Ling Huang and said slowly, "The gods of the heavens, except for the three Heavenly Venerables and Heavenly Emperors, no one is higher than the High God."

Ling Huang frowned slightly, "You sent someone to watch me?"

This change of face, the expression has nothing to do with respect, and the tone is even more out of touch with politeness.