Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Chapter 529 Washed White Tiaotiao Wuxin 31

Li Yin knelt on one knee, pressing the queen's feet with one hand to prevent her from leaving.

Ling Huang quickly returned to the car to get a soul-suppressing mirror.

"The Heavenly Master has an order to enclose the mirror gods, gods and ghosts." After he finished reading, he placed the mirror on the queen's head.

"Ahhh!!!" With a scream, the queen turned into a wisp of red smoke and was locked in the Soul Requiem Mirror Box.

But the living soul niche in her heart fell to the ground with a clang.

Li Yin went to pick up the walnut on the ground, but just as his fingers touched it, the walnut drifted away with the scattered lights.

Still maintaining his kneeling posture, Li Yin said in a low voice, "Mother screams so badly, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's because I don't want to be subdued and imprisoned in the mirror." Ling Huang handed the small box to Li Yin, "The living soul altar was originally a real body, how could there be a phantom in your mother's heart... Ask Ling Yun."

"Mother, I'll blame Yin'er." But Li Yin couldn't listen to Ling Huang's words, and was immersed in his sorrow.

"No." Ling Huang leaned over and patted Li Yin on the shoulder, "Look, your mother lost her voice after entering the soul-suppressing mirror, which means she has no consciousness of her own. She was at the mercy of others before, but now she is in a coma gone."

"I feel sorry for Mother." Li Yin turned his head to the side and leaned on Ling Huang's stomach who was standing next to him, "Mother, have you been harmed by a bad person?"

"I don't know yet." Ling Huang whispered, "Look at the living soul altar in your mother's heart, it is the same workmanship as the one in your purse, and it may be done by the same person."

Li Yin pressed the purse hanging around his neck through his clothes.

He tightly held the soul-suppressing mirror in his hand, and covered his heart for a long time.

"Thank you for being willing to believe me." Ling Huang hesitated and knelt down, looked up at Li Yin, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that you lied to me, I take back those words."

Li Yin looked at Ling Huang in a daze, and slowly shook his head, "You are not my mother, but you are very kind to me, thank you."

Ling Huang's heart ached again, and he smiled bitterly and said to himself, "Now you know that I'm not your mother, but I..."

"Not sad." Li Yin came over and tugged at the corner of Ling Huang's clothes, "Don't cry."

"I didn't cry." Ling Huang turned his face away, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, "Who is crying? Your crying is almost the same, you love crying the most."

"Mother pulled me away, I saw it." Li Yin pulled Ling Huang's clothes again, "You are going to cry, my heart aches."

Trembling and taking a big breath, Ling Huang complained in his tone, "I'm sure it will be hard for you to leave, but I just didn't cry, I didn't cry!"

"I'm crying in my heart." Li Yin let go of the corner of Ling Huang's clothes, and gently tapped Ling Huang's heart with his finger, "I'm crying inside."

"No!" Ling Huang squatted to the side, not wanting to be tortured by this tall but childish zombie soul.

"Yin'er, I have no heart." Li Yin changed from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees, and approached Ling Huang on his knees, "So, if Yin'er wants to cry, he can only shed tears."

Hearing the crying in Li Yin's voice, Ling Huang glanced over secretly.

Sure enough, the man cried again, with tears all over his face, looking so pitiful.

"You have a heart. When you cry, you cry from your heart." Li Yin knelt and sat next to Ling Huang, "You can't hold back your eyes."

"A heartless guy actually analyzes other people's hearts?" Ling Huang pushed his shoulders with little strength, "Do you understand?"

"Yeah, you have a heart." Li Yin put the soul-suppressing mirror in his heart again, "Yin'er knows how sad it feels."

Why do you keep talking more and more sadly?

Ling Huang sniffed and endured the bitterness, "If you cry again, I will take a photo and send it to Sister Hongyi, so that she can laugh at you."

"Tch." Li Yin lowered his head and smiled, "Yin'er doesn't want it."