Quick Transmigration: When the Scumbag Takes the Whitewashing Script

Tang Yu had gone to many dog-blood novels to act as cannon fodder, originally thinking he could successfully retreat after completing his mission. Unexpectedly, his next task was to return to those small worlds and whitewash his own image.

Tang Yu: "I'm very silent, truly very silent." He didn't know it would be such a coincidence.

And so, the following scenes unfolded: The wealthy young master, whom he had kicked aside and used until he had no value left, smirked as he looked at the down-and-out Tang Yu; The Son of Destiny, whose immortal fate he had ruined, mercilessly bound him with an immortal-binding rope and took him back. ...

"Wait, now I have to whitewash myself?" Tang Yu gritted his teeth, feeling very apologetic towards the protagonists he had wronged, but in the next second, he enthusiastically greeted them: "Hi, darling." "How have you been lately?"

Thus, Tang Yu's system watched as those protagonists gazed at its host with dark/cold/icy eyes, and silently sighed. "Host, you'll have to pray for your own good luck."