The ex of the scumbag who was dressed as a black heart lotus [Transmigration Book]

Zhou Lang had a dream, in the dream there was Su Qingchen, the young Su Qingchen.

The young Su Qingchen hasn't fully grown yet, with a youthful face, he can already see the shadow of the beauty in the future.

But what didn't match his youthful face was the disgust in his dark eyes.

And the moment the eyes collided, the undisguised killing intent in the eyes he looked over.

There was a clanging voice whispering in his ear: "This son, don't stay."

Shocked, Zhou Lang opened his eyes, and what he saw was a blue-gray bed curtain.

Looking at the furnishings in the house, it is old but tidy. It seems to be a guest room in an inn.

Zhou Lang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After opening it again, he stared blankly at the blue-gray bed curtain above.

The young Su Qingchen.

The young Su Qingchen...

Did you already want to kill him so early?

Zhou Lang immersed himself in his memory, trying to find out Su Qingchen who was like in his sleep just now, with eyes full of hatred.

However he failed.

Only the memory after the age of nine is clear.

Only the memory after the extermination of the door is clear.

However, at that time, Su Qingchen was trapped by the love gu, and the eyes he looked at him were all gentle and deep, with thousands of affection in them.

There has never been any hatred.

wrong.

Zhou Lang thought, Su Qingchen must have hatred, but he never showed it in front of him.

That being the case, if Su Qingchen in the dream is real, then it must be Su Qingchen before the Zhou family's death.

At that time, Su Qingchen hated Zhou Lang, because sooner or later he would lose the qualification to practice after being forced to practice together with Zhou Lang.

In the world of comprehension, there is no one who is fighting for fate with the sky.

Aptitude and spiritual roots are everything to a cultivator, so it is understandable for Su Qingchen to hate him.

only……

Zhou Lang bent the corners of his eyes, and there was sarcasm in his eyes.

Su Qingchen probably never imagined that one day he would be forced to bind himself who he hates the most, not saying a single thing if he couldn't hurt him, and had to use his utmost efforts to protect him safe.

Because Su Qingchen loves him.

No matter where this love comes from, it is a fact that Su Qingchen loves him.

Love to the bone marrow, unable to extricate themselves.

Zhou Lang thought that this was really the most ridiculous thing.

It's like a person who knows that his behavior is very cheap, but because of the word "love", he can't refuse or resist.

Zhou Lang still remembers that when he was reading the book, he felt sad for Su Qingchen more than once, and more than once left a message under the author's article to ask the other party to cannon fodder "Zhou Lang" earlier.

After all, any person with reasonable three views would not like a person like the original owner, while enjoying all kinds of convenience brought by Su Qingchen, while staring at his life.

Because of the same name, Zhou Lang even made such a comment.

——I don't understand why there are such selfish people in the world who are willing to sacrifice the lives of others in order to survive for themselves.Doesn't conscience ache?If I were Zhou Lang, I would definitely release the love gu with Su Qingchen immediately, even if I would be stabbed to death by his sword after dispelling the love gu, I would not be afraid.

However, the world is unpredictable, and now he has really become the "Zhou Lang" with the same name as him in the book, but he dare not.

Only then did I realize that the original self was standing and talking without back pain.

People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves-this is probably the true portrayal of most people.

Unfortunately, Zhou Lang is the majority.

After all, who wants to die if they can live?

So Zhou Lang felt that he was right.

Even if one day, Su Qingchen really died because of him, he was right.

Who told Su Qingchen to plot against him?

Not to mention the Misty Valley Trial last time, but in the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Conference not long ago, he was tricked from head to tail by the other party.

What kind of bullshit ran into the landlord Hanxiang, it turned out to be Su Qingchen's deliberate design.

What kind of shit, Hanxiang, the landlord, didn't move a person who had a Taoist couple, and forced him to form a Taoist couple with him.

What kind of shit took him down the mountain, in fact, for the pass order of Nao Shizi.

Zhou Lang didn't know how to describe his feelings.

There is anger, but it is not surprising, but there is a feeling that it is so.

When you love him, you always calculate him like this. If you stop loving him, will your life be worse than death?

While his thoughts were chaotic, Zhou Lang even had the idea of ​​surpassing She Jiu, killing him without breaking the love gu, and wanting Su Qingchen to be tied up by him for the rest of his life.

Just as he was thinking, there was the creaking sound of the door opening.

Su Qingchen walked in with a food box, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Zhou Lang was too lazy to speak, and still stared at the bed curtain above.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Su Qingchen sitting down beside the bed, and took out a soup cup.

When the lid was lifted, a rich aroma came out, smelling like old hen soup.

Zhou Lang's eyeballs didn't listen to him, and they floated towards...the soup cup in Su Qingchen's hand.

Su Qingchen remained expressionless, and supported Zhou Lang to lean against the bed with one hand.

"You rashly stimulated the spiritual power of Yuanying level, your body couldn't bear it, and you passed out from the pain after you left the boundary of Zhenbao Pavilion."

Su Qingchen scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew it cool, and handed it to Zhou Lang's lips, "Do you know you were unconscious for a day and a night?"

The tone was a little cold.

Zhou Lang opened his mouth unconsciously, and drank the soup that Su Qingchen brought.

Swallow it down, smack your lips, it tastes great.

Can't help but her eyes light up slightly, she reached out to take the soup and spoon in Su Qingchen's hand, but the other side dodged it.

Su Qingchen said: "Don't move, I'll feed you."

Zhou Lang frowned, "My hands and feet are intact, I don't need you to feed me."

Su Qingchen held the soup and looked at him fixedly, "What if I want to feed it?"

Zhou Lang pursed his lips and refused silently.

Seeing this, Su Qingchen raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and scoffed: "Heh!"

Then he loosened his hands, the soup cup fell to the ground, crackled and shattered, and the whole bowl of hot chicken soup was spilled.

Zhou Lang couldn't believe what he saw for a moment, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak.

Then I saw Su Qingchen swipe his finger, and the rag from the corner of the wall flew over automatically, wiping off the stains all over the floor.

With another swipe, the window opened, and there was a breeze, which took away the smell of chicken soup in the room.

Zhou Lang watched all this, and when he realized that he was about to scold, Su Qingchen had already gone out.

His words stuck in his throat as soon as he reached his mouth, and his mind was flooded with two sentences.

Su Qingchen played a trick on him!

And throw things in front of him!

Could it be that the sun came out from the west?

Or are you still dreaming?

Zhou Lang thought uncertainly, and pinched his own arm by the way.

hiss!

It hurts.

Not dreaming.

Zhou Lang held his chin, wondering if he just woke up and time-traveled again?

It wasn't until the sound of the door opening sounded again that he looked in the direction of the door in a daze.

Su Qingchen walked in again carrying a soup cup, and sat down beside his bed again.

He opened the lid, and there was another tangy aroma, even more fragrant than the last cup of soup.

Zhou Lang stared at the bowl of soup, wanting to reach out to take it.

In a blink of an eye, he saw a pile of white porcelain shards in the corner, and immediately stopped thinking.

Su Qingchen didn't care what Zhou Lang was thinking, and fed him spoonful after spoonful.

When the soup bottomed out, Su Qingchen put down the soup cup and patted Zhou Lang's head, "Is it delicious?"

Zhou Lang nodded, "Not bad."

That's what it means.

Su Qingchen leaned closer, "Really? I'll have a taste too."

After that, go kiss him.

Zhou Lang was just annoying him, and when he kissed him, he turned his head away and even raised his hand to give him a slap.

But the other party held his wrist, pinched his chin, and finally sucked his lips.

A not-so-gentle kiss.

With rare rage and hostility.

The young man forcefully resisted the boy's clenched teeth, and entangled his fleeing tongue.

Zhou Lang was extremely resistant at first, but after a short while he was so dazed by the kiss, he no longer refused, and instead grabbed Su Qingchen's chest.

After a long time, a kiss is over.

Zhou Lang curled up in Su Qingchen's arms as if he had no bones, his head was half raised, his face was red, his lips were moist, and his eyes were blurred.

Su Qingchen hugged him, and the kiss changed from violent wind and rain to gentle wind and light rain, pecking the young man's lips one after another.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

Know wrong?

What's wrong?

The image of Su Qingchen letting go and dropping the soup cup flashed across Zhou Lang's confused mind, he immediately opened his eyes, straightened his waist and pushed him away.

He gritted his teeth bitterly, "How dare you..."

It was only four words, and Su Qingchen pressed over again and bit his lip hard.

After another manic kiss, Zhou Lang's back that had managed to straighten up suddenly softened again.

Su Qingchen ignored the rage in his eyes, and gently rubbed the young man's red and swollen lips.

"Xiao Lang..." He sighed softly, "When will you stop worrying me?"

Hearing this, the anger in Zhou Lang's eyes receded slightly, revealing some confusion.

Su Qingchen hugged the young man's slender waist tightly, and said with a little palpitation: "Your spiritual root has not yet recovered, and your meridians have been broken. Using the power of Nascent Soul without authorization will bring serious backlash to your body. Don't let it happen again."

Zhou Lang didn't listen.

"I just slept for a while, where did the backlash come from? Besides, if you want to backlash, it will come back to me. I'm not afraid. Why are you worried?"

Su Qingchen sneered, and just now the energy of throwing the soup cup was on his head, and the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with frost: "You are overthinking yourself! You are the most stupid!"

madness?

Zhou Lang picked out his ears, how dare Su Qingchen call him stupid? !

However, before he lost his temper, Su Qingchen spoke first.

"What about Yuan Ying's cultivation?"

Su Qingchen pushed away the young man in his arms, looked into his eyes and said sharply: "You know that there are countless treasures in the Zhenbao Pavilion, but why are there so few things stolen? It's because there are countless capable people in the pavilion, and only the Nascent Soul Xiu hired by him There are as many as five of them, and there are even two in the Zhenbao Pavilion family where you and I are. If it weren’t for the auction of a peerless treasure just a few days ago, and the two ancestors of Yuanying went to the auction house, you thought you would be able to step out alive. The gate of the Treasure Pavilion?"

Zhou Lang was speechless.

But in a blink of an eye, thinking of his purpose for doing this, the little bit of guilt disappeared immediately.

Zhou Lang wasn't really stupid, thinking that a mere Nascent Soul cultivation would allow him to act unscrupulously in Zhenbao Pavilion.

He knew about the auction with two Nascent Soul Patriarchs, and he also knew that the owner of the Treasure Pavilion was in retreat.

But most importantly, he knew that She Jiu would definitely be by his side.

Ask him why he knows?

It was written in the novel that after the secret realm of Misty Valley, She Jiu has been entangled with Su Qingchen, and whenever he goes down the mountain to go out on missions, he must follow him secretly.

If She Jiu didn't follow this time, how could Su Qingchen have the same fox mask as Lu Li?

Zhou Lang didn't believe that Su Qingchen could easily find out about Lu Li with his mere foundation building cultivation.

Who is the protagonist Gong?

As for the role of force in the script, there are no more than three in the entire cultivation world who can act as his opponent.

But no matter how high the force value is, it's useless.

Due to the love gu, She Jiu had nothing to do with him, even if she wished to eat his flesh and drink his blood, she still had to help him.

With such a person following along to help, why would Zhou Lang be worried?

Not to mention that the two Nascent Soul Patriarchs went to sit at the auction site, even if they stayed nearby, he would dare to do that.

Zhou Lang is not false at all.

So I don't accept Su Qingchen's accusation at all.

Think he is so desperate to leave because of who?

It's not because Su Qingchen tried every means to design him to get the pass from the demon world, Zhou Lang can believe that there are no ghosts in his heart.

That's why yesterday Zhou Lang used his Nascent Soul strength and took Su Qingchen out of the Zhenbao Pavilion.

It would be a lie if Zhou Lang said that he was not curious about what was in the Tushan world.

What's more, in the dark, Zhou Lang believes that there must be something in the Tushan world that is closely related to him, and even related to his time travel.

But it is absolutely impossible for Zhou Lang to completely believe in Lu Li's one-sided words.

Taking a step back, even if Zhou Lang believed in Lu Li, he would not refuse to go just because the other party persuaded him not to go.

Isn't that how it works?

The more you are told not to go, the bigger the secret is hidden.

So Zhou Lang had to go to the demon world.

But he is a rookie and needs a guarantee, a guarantee that can allow him to enter and leave the demon world safely.

So he attracted Su Qingchen who was doing the mission of the teacher.

Anyway, even if he doesn't go, it is estimated that the other party will find a reason or excuse for him to go to Tushanjie.

He did this to save Su Qingchen from trying to make excuses, why the other party just didn't know how to be grateful, and even gave him a face?

It is absolutely impossible for Zhou Lang to accept being thrown in the face.

This damages his authority of bullying Su Qingchen for many years.

So the sarcasm came out: "Are you worried that I will die? Or are you worried that after I die, you will follow me to hell?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Lang was stunned.

Seeing Su Qingchen's shocked and hurt expression, he was speechless for a moment.

but……

"You always look hypocritical. I hurt you and you comfort me, and I hurt you and you love me. But don't you think it's too fake? You keep saying that you like me, but no one likes a person every day On my lips? I say it in my ear every day, as if..."

Zhou Lang lowered his eyes, avoiding Su Qingchen's increasingly pale face, "It seems that you don't like me at all, you just tell me to believe it."

The last word landed, and silence spread.

An oppressive silence.

Zhou Lang wanted to give himself a slap in the face, what he said was too shameless.

It was clear that he and Su Qingchen knew Du Ming in their hearts, and the so-called 'feeling' between the two was originally false, and it was maintained by love gu.

But he still has the face to call Su Qingchen too fake...

However, even if this love is false, Su Qingchen loves him after all, it must be very uncomfortable to hear him say that.

But Zhou Lang couldn't bear to apologize, and even felt a little wronged.

He scolded himself in his heart, why did he feel wronged?

Just like the green tea whore on TV, she got cheap and acted like a good boy, but hurt people's heart but looked like I was the most pitiful.

Can……

Tears welled up in the corner of Zhou Lang's eyes.

Didn't he use Yuan Ying's cultivation for Su Qingchen?

The backlash from using Yuanying's cultivation was so great that he was in pain all night, but Su Qingchen gave him a face when he came up.

Also dropped the bowl.

And call him stupid.

I rub!

You are stupid!

You are all stupid!

You are a fucking pig!

MDZZ!

Cursing in his heart, Zhou Lang remembered that in his dream just now, Su Qingchen's eyes were full of boundless murderous intent.

Lift it up in one breath.

He pointed at Su Qingchen and cursed: "Get out! I don't want to see you! I feel disgusted when I see your face!"

Not to mention, ignoring the little grievances in the young man's eyes and the little tears in the corners of his eyes is really a bit deterrent.

However, Su Qingchen didn't move.

He just sighed, then leaned closer to the boy's face, stuck out his tongue and licked away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He whispered in his ear: "My fault, don't cry."

Zhou Lang wiped his eyes, still pointing his hand in the direction of the door, unmoved, said: "Get lost!"

Su Qingchen still didn't leave.

He held the boy's face in his hands, and kissed his face lightly, one by one, like a fragile treasure.

From the corner of the eye to the tip of the brow, from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, and finally to the lips.

Zhou Lang gritted his teeth, his hands hanging by his sides, clenched into fists.

But the body was trembling, matching the reddish corners of the eyes, it was pitiful and outrageous.

Su Qingchen pecked Zhou Lang's lips while stroking the boy's head to smooth his hair.

"Don't be angry, it's all my fault. If you are dissatisfied with me, just apologize verbally, and you can beat and kick me like before."

After a while, the young man's tightly pursed lips finally loosened.

He snorted and said, "Where did you go wrong?"

Su Qingchen knew that this was the success of Shun Maoshun, and hurriedly apologized: "There are too many mistakes, I will count them all for you."

He raised a finger, "First, I shouldn't give you shame. Second, I shouldn't throw soup with you. Third, I shouldn't blame you without asking why. Fourth, I shouldn't scold you. Fifth, I shouldn't make you angry. Sixth..."

He kissed the corner of Zhou Lang's eyes distressedly, "I shouldn't have made you cry."

Zhou Lang groaned, "I didn't cry."

Su Qingchen nodded again and again, "Yes, Seventh, you shouldn't lie about saying that you cried."

He rubbed the boy's face, "Xiao Lang is the most lenient, can you forgive me?"

Zhou Lang didn't give him face, raised his chin, and said, "What about the eighth, ninth, and tenth?"

"Hmm..." Su Qingchen frowned and thought hard, "Eighth, you shouldn't let Xiao Lang drink the soup by yourself. Ninth, you shouldn't... you shouldn't be fierce. Tenth...tenth..."

"Tenth, if I tell you to get out, don't you get out." After Su Qingchen used up all ten fingers, Zhou Lang also counted his own fingers, "No.11, do things without my permission. "

Su Qingchen kissed the corner of his lips in a funny way, "Is there still No.12 and No.13?"

Zhou Lang thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head: "Not for the time being."

Su Qingchen rubbed his head, and the smooth hair shuttled back and forth, changing the subject: "You slept all day, are you hungry?"

"hungry."

"What to eat?"

"roast chicken."

"anything else?"

"Hmm...steamed fish."

After talking about what he wanted to eat, Zhou Lang rarely thought of Su Qingchen, "What do you want to eat?"

Su Qingchen didn't answer, but grabbed the back of the boy's head and kissed him.

"I want to eat you."

Su Qingchen said in his heart.

After a meal, the unhappiness in Zhou Lang's heart flew away completely.

On the grounds of digestion, she dragged Su Qingchen to accompany him to go shopping.

When he was young, he had been staying at Tianji Gate to recuperate from his injuries. This was Zhou Lang's first time shopping in the town.

This one looks novel, that one looks fun.

On the way, I met a master selling sugar figurines at a stall, and the sugar figurines on the shelves were lifelike.

The master saw the delicate-looking young man staring at the sugar figurines on his shelf without blinking, and waved to him with a smile, and said heartily, "Young master is so handsome! Uncle is very old, and I have never seen a boy who is more handsome than the young master." Good-looking person, come and sit across from Uncle, Uncle will pinch a sugar figurine for you for free!"

Zhou Lang was overjoyed by the praise, and sat down opposite the master, "Thank you, Uncle! I won't take advantage of you, just pinch two for me."

He pointed at Su Qingchen, "He and I, one by one."

The master immediately agreed: "Okay!"

He is very skilled, and he worked hard to make two villains.

A young man's cold face is unparalleled in the world, and a young man's exquisite face is hard to find.

"Master, your craftsmanship is amazing!" Zhou Lang praised sincerely, and happily took the two sugar figurines.

Su Qingchen resigned to his fate and paid the money behind him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young man holding a candy figure, his face was full of confusion, and he muttered, "It's too good to pinch a candy figure, I don't want to eat it."

Seeing Zhou Lang hesitate for a long time, he finally handed Su Qingchen the candy figurine to him, "Your."

Su Qingchen shook her head, bypassing the boy's hand, and took the boy's sugar figurine instead.

After getting it, he didn't eat it. While the other party was chewing on the candy figure, he secretly stored the candy figure in the storage bag.

The street is not long, and it will be over soon.

Zhou Lang just finished eating a sugar figurine, and he licked the wooden stick with a little bit of sugar residue in it.

Turning his head and throwing away the wooden stick, he was caught off guard when he turned around, and Su Qingchen who came over licked his lower lip.

Looking at the boy's stunned face, he lowered his voice and asked, "Am I delicious? Do you want to have another bite?"

The tips of Zhou Lang's ears suddenly turned pink and tender.

With a straight face, he kicked Su Qingchen's knee, "Stay away from me!"

There is a large crowd, and the world is bright and clear, the protagonist Shou has to be ashamed!

Didn't you see passers-by looking this way?

The answer is naturally shameless.

As if Su Qingchen didn't understand the boy's words, he held his hand to himself, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Zhou Lang was taken away by his words, and shook his head: "No more, go back."

After the two stayed in the inn for another night, they packed their luggage and went to the next town the next day.

Find an inn, and after having a full meal, visit nearby places of interest hand in hand.

After walking around the nearby scenery, he got up and went to the next town.

After going back and forth like this, Zhou Lang finally came to the Bone City on the ninth day after waking up, that is, the tenth day after the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Meeting.

In the city of buried bones, it was not human bones that were buried, but demon bones.

The enchantment leading to the demon world will also be opened outside the Bone City at midnight tonight.

After lunch, it's time to fall asleep.

In the guest room of the inn, Zhou Lang was lying on his side on the bed, with his eyes half closed, humming an incongruous ditty.

Su Qingchen sat by the window, made a pot of tea, and brought the white porcelain cup to her mouth, making her lips extra red.

Outside the window, there was the noise of chariots and horses, and the yelling of street vendors.

In the house, except for the occasional tune that Zhou Lang occasionally hums, it is eerily quiet.

But no one spoke, and no one mentioned the enchantment of the demon world.

I still remember that the two walked along the way, saw the scenery, tasted the food, let go of the river lanterns, and even swam through the flower street.

It seemed that the two of them were really just wandering around with nothing to do. It was a coincidence that they came to Buried Bone City, which coincided with the opening of the enchantment of the demon world every year.

Yet both are waiting.

Zhou Lang was waiting for Su Qingchen to speak, wanting to hear what kind of reason he would find to invite him into the demon world.

Su Qingchen is also waiting.

Waiting for his young man to ask him, why did he plan to meet Lu Li?What is hidden in Tushan Realm?

Su Qingchen didn't expect to be able to hide Zhou Lang from the beginning.

His boy is good-looking and smart, how could he fail to figure out the key?

It's just that he waited for nine days, but he still didn't wait for Zhou Lang to speak.

They accompany each other hand in hand during the day, and sleep on their feet at night, but his boy never asked him a word.

There is no room for the full-fledged manuscript, as if...

Su Qingchen lowered her eyes.

As if he didn't care about his calculations at all.

As if he didn't care about him at all.

At this moment, Zhou Lang spoke, breaking the silence in the room.

"Thousands of years ago, there was a great master in my Zhou family who was able to rise through tribulations, get rid of the mortal body and become an immortal above the nine heavens."

Zhou Lang paused, raised his eyelids, "How much do you know about him?"

Over the past few days, with the help of sightseeing, Zhou Lang and many people have asked about the ancestor of the Zhou family.

The feedback received was more or less the same.

Zhou Changsheng was born in a collateral branch of the Zhou family.Outstanding talent, one in a thousand.When he was five years old, he entered the inner gate of Ziwei Hall and studied under the elder Yushengzi.In the thirteenth year, the foundation is built and the valley is built, in the eighteenth year, it is in the face, in the twenty-two year, the alchemy is formed, in the forty-two year, the baby is formed, in the one hundredth year, the god is distracted, and in the two hundredth year, the catastrophe is ascended.

Throughout the past and present, Zhou Changsheng is not only the only person who has ascended in the past thousand years, but also the youngest ascended person in the past ten thousand years.Other than him, the youngest Ascending Power is also above one thousand years old.

It's just a life like hanging up.

As a direct descendant of the Zhou family, Zhou Lang naturally knew the deeds of this ancestor.As long as someone mentions him, there is a respect from the bottom of his heart.

However, Lu Li said that thousands of years ago the Zhou family ascended to the ancestor, named Zhou Lang.

Lu Li was of the same generation as Zhou Changsheng, so it was impossible not to know about Zhou Changsheng.

That being the case, why did he say that this ancestor was named Zhou Lang?Even the appearance of the two is the same.

lie to him?

unlikely.He could tell that Lu Li had an extraordinary relationship with Zhou Changsheng, so he probably wouldn't joke about Zhou Changsheng.

coincidence?

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Intuitively, Zhou Lang believed that this ancestor was inextricably linked with him.

But what kind of connection?

reincarnation?Rebirth?Going down to earth after calamity?

But Lu Li said he was not him.

Zhou Lang didn't know if what Lu Li said was true or not.But he hoped it was true.

After all, how can there be a descendant immortal who is as miserable as him?He insisted that he was Zhou Changsheng who came down to earth, Zhou Lang didn't have the face.

So what's going on?

So immersed in his own thoughts, Zhou Lang didn't even hear Su Qingchen's answer.

It wasn't until Su Qingchen realized that he was distracted and came to the bed and pushed him a few times that Zhou Lang came back to his senses.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Lang asked.

"Didn't you ask me what I know about the ancestor Feisheng of the Zhou family?" Su Qingchen rubbed his head, "I just told you, did you listen?"

Zhou Lang shook his head, "Say it again."

However, Su Qingchen's answer was not far from what Zhou Lang knew.

"Why are you asking this?" Su Qingchen asked.

Zhou Lang shook his head, "Just curious."

After all, he lowered his head and raised his eyebrows to continue thinking.

But Su Qingchen held his face and called: "Xiao Lang."

Zhou Lang raised his head and heard Su Qingchen say: "Do you still remember? The ancestor of the Zhou family once said that you and that fairy..."

He approached Zhou Lang and paused every word, "Blood is connected."

Zhou Lang's pupils shrank.

He wanted to ask, but Su Qingchen blocked his lips.