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

Su Qingchen said that he didn't know what the old ancestor meant by "connected by blood".

Zhou Lang didn't know if what he said was true or not, he only knew that Su Qingchen had concealed many things from him.

Zhou Lang didn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark.

But after thinking about it, after all, he is just a scum that will be cannon fodder sooner or later, why are he so entangled?

It's better to be a salted fish quietly.

Anyway, he was raised.

After thinking it through, Zhou Lang kicked his legs, leaned against the head of the bed and said lazily: "Su Qingchen, my legs are sore, rub it for me."

These days, Zhou Lang walked to see the scenery every day, and Zhou Lang, who had lived in the house for many years, couldn't bear it. Every night before going to bed, he had to massage Su Qingchen before he would go to sleep.

She is more delicate than a woman raised in a deep boudoir.

So Su Qingchen could bear his torture.

But this toss is much earlier than in the past, because today's situation is special.

The enchantment of the demon world opens at midnight, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

It was just after noon, and Zhou Lang was drowsy after lunch, so he advanced the routine massage every night, intending to recover his energy before heading to Wanguku.

Su Qingchen put the boy's legs on her thighs as she said, and massaged the boy with lowered eyebrows.

The strength of the five fingers was moderate, supplemented by spiritual energy, which quickly dispelled the soreness and numbness of the muscles.

Zhou Lang narrowed his eyes comfortably, and his eyelids began to fight recklessly.

When he was about to fall asleep, Zhou Lang stared confusedly and said, "I'm going to go outside the city at midnight tonight, I won't eat dinner, remember to call me when the time comes."

The two were unconvinced.

Zhou Lang didn't mention why he went to Wanguku.

Su Qingchen didn't ask, but just hummed.

Not long after, a steady breathing sounded.

Zhou Lang curled up in bed and fell asleep.

Su Qingchen stopped the massage, closed the doors and windows, closed the bed curtains, got into Zhou Lang's bed in the dark, and held him in his arms from behind. Su Qingchen put his arms around Zhou Lang's waist, slowly The tightening.

Zhou Lang in his sleep felt restrained, he hummed twice impatiently, and flinched into Su Qingchen's arms by the way.

Su Qingchen relaxed his strength a little, put his chin on the shoulder of the person in his arms, and stared at the wall in awe.

How long can such a stable life last?

Su Qingchen didn't know, and didn't want to know.

He hugged Zhou Lang's waist like this, and kept his eyes open until three quarters before midnight.

After waking Zhou Lang up, Su Qingchen changed him into clean clothes, pressed him in front of the dressing table, picked up a strand of black hair and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff.

It is a refreshing soap locust aroma.

Zhou Lang yawned, his eyelids were drooping and he couldn't open them.

With his head down halfway, he murmured: "Why is it so early? Isn't there still three quarters of an hour before midnight?"

"I have the kitchen ready."

Su Qingchen tied the boy's hair, and said: "You haven't eaten dinner, I'm afraid you will be hungry on the way."

His voice was very soft when he spoke, as if worried about disturbing the sleepy teenager.

Zhou Lang didn't answer, his eyelids were closed, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Su Qingchen even relaxed her breathing.

After finishing her hair, Su Qingchen bent down, and said beside Zhou Lang's ear: "Can you stand up? Why don't I carry you down?"

Zhou Lang shook his head and opened his eyes, "No need, I'll go down by myself."

There was still some sleepiness in the words, but it didn't mean to sleep anymore.

When I came to the hotel lobby, I found that there were still people inside.

Still an acquaintance.

She Jiu folded the fan together, the fox's eyes narrowed into a slit, and said with a smile: "Brother Sixteen, what a coincidence."

Zhou Lang didn't squint, pretending not to hear, and sat at the table farthest from She Jiu.

She Jiu has the same thick skin as Su Qingchen.

When Zhou Lang made it clear that he didn't want to talk to anyone, he sat opposite him.

Picking up the teacup turned upside down on the table, She Jiu poured herself a sip of hot tea, and said familiarly: "You two are coming down at this time, I think I plan to take advantage of the opening of the enchantment tonight, and go to the demon world. If the two You don't mind, why don't you come with me? It's good to take care of each other. I have already formed alchemy in the future, and I still have some skills."

Su Qingchen didn't respond, and peeled the braised prawns that Zhou Lang had just served.

His beautiful white jade hands were stained with oil, but his eyes were clear and cold.

Like a celestial being contaminated by worldly fireworks, his indifference reveals gentleness, which is the most depressing.

Just looking at Su Qingchen's appearance, it seems that she doesn't care about She Jiu at all.

Zhou Lang laughed in his heart, and just rolled his eyes at She Jiu: "You have a thick skin."

She Jiu had a hippie smile on her face: "To each other."

Zhou Lang: "... I thank you."

She Jiu didn't seem to understand the irony in Zhou Lang's words: "Xiao Shiliu is being polite, you and I are friends, why should we say thank you?"

After finishing speaking, he even picked up the chopsticks and added a prawn, including the shell and meat, to his mouth, "The braised prawns in this store are really delicious, Xiaoliu has a quick taste."

Zhou Lang: "..."

He was too naive to try to force She Jiu away with sarcasm.

He conceded.

Having said that, Zhou Lang didn't plan to drive She Jiu away.

For one thing, She Jiu's force value, which can knock down a strong Nascent Soul with just a flick of a finger, is not enough for a rookie like Zhou Lang.

Furthermore, it is better for She Jiu to stay on the bright side than to hide in the dark.

But it's one thing to understand, another to be unhappy.

So Zhou Lang could only vent his anger on the food, and he cleaned up the five or six prawns that Su Qingchen had peeled in one go, his cheeks were bulging.

After a meal, there is still a quarter of an hour before the opening of the enchantment of the demon world.

Wan Guku is just outside Buried Bone City, Yujian is enough to go there.

However, Su Qingchen just stared at She Jiu, and did not leave for a long time.

He stared into She Jiu's eyes, without any warmth on his face: "We are not familiar with Your Excellency, for safety's sake, I won't go with you."

"Oh~?" She Jiu smiled carelessly, "If I say, I want to follow?"

After all, it’s better to watch a show when you’re by your side, isn’t it?

Su Qingchen's answer was to draw out his sword and point the sword point at She Jiu.

She Jiu smiled back, folded her folding fan behind her back, and treated her coldly.

The atmosphere is tense and ready to explode.

Zhou Lang stood aside with a dazed look on his face.