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

Under Zhou Lang's coercion, Su Qingchen finally lifted the illusion cast on him.

The fox's ears and tail disappeared, Zhou Lang happily went out with Su Qingchen to visit the night market.

The night market in the city that never sleeps is very bustling, brightly lit everywhere.

The streets are full of people, and rows of hawkers set up stalls on both sides of the street to sell all kinds of goods.

Passing by, there are people, demons, and demons—this is a phenomenon that will never occur in the human world.

It's not as lively as the demon world.

In other words, it is completely different from the demon world that Zhou Lang imagined.

In Zhou Lang's perception, goblins all lived in seclusion.

Occupying a hilltop and digging a cave, you can live there for 80 to [-] years without leaving your house.One day Xingtou goes out together for a walk, and the outside world may even change the dynasty.

Therefore, Zhou Lang thought that the demon world should be like an undeveloped virgin forest, with few people and no fireworks.

Even if they knew about the existence of the city that never sleeps from books earlier, it is said that the residents in the city are all extravagant and happy.

But Zhou Lang was dubious about this statement, thinking that the description of the city that never sleeps in the book was exaggerated, and he never expected that there would be such a prosperous scene, even worse than what was described in the book.

No wonder Su Qingchen deliberately reminded him before coming that he must leave the demon world within one month and must not return after the time limit.

At that time, I felt that the other party was doing too much, but now I understand.

The city that never sleeps does have an addictive capital.

Not to mention anything else, just the tolerance of the attitude towards aliens here is enough to make people addicted.

Along the way, passers-by are laughing and laughing, and everyone has light in their eyes.

There is wine today and drunk today, as if life should be so simple.

Zhou Lang couldn't help being infected by the atmosphere, and his steps became much lighter.

The two bought some food on the side of the road, stopped and walked, and finally came to the bank of Chishui River.

There is still an hour before the dancer dances on the boat, but there are already many tourists gathered on the shore.

The better positions have been occupied, and the rest are low-lying places with poor visibility.

But Zhou Lang didn't think it was a pity.

Ever since he knew that the dancer was not the Beast Ear Girl, his interest in watching the dancers dance suddenly disappeared, and he came here just to join in the fun.

Not wanting to be crowded with others, Zhou Lang found a place with few people and stood still.

Although his vision was a bit poor, it was enough for him to see clearly when the flower boat passed by.

Su Qingchen still follows wherever Zhou Lang goes.

The lake reflects the lights on the shore.

Zhou Lang squatted by the river and poked his own face reflected on the water.

The water rippled, wrinkling the young man's pretty face.

"This place is different from what I imagined." Zhou Lang said.

His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible on the bank of the river where people's voices were cluttered.

Su Qingchen probably knew what Zhou Lang was thinking, but shook his head: "It's just an appearance."

"In the depths of prosperity..." He patted Zhou Lang's head, "Don't indulge in it."

Zhou Lang didn't answer.

He suddenly remembered that in the later stage of the novel, because of Su Qingchen, humans, monsters and demons fought in a melee.

Where the battle was fierce, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers.

At that time, will the city that never sleeps still be as lively as tonight?

Will the crowd gathered on this bank tonight become corpses floating in the river tomorrow?

Zhou Lang is lazy by nature and very comfortable, and he doesn't like the troubled times described in the book.

If that war can be stopped...

Zhou Lang stood up, squeezed Su Qingchen's hand, and called him: "Su Qingchen."

Su Qingchen looked down at him with warm eyes: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Lang paused for a long time before he said in a low voice, "Let's not go back to the Tianji Gate, shall we?"

It seemed that because of nervousness, she unconsciously clenched Su Qingchen's hand when speaking.

In fact, what Zhou Lang wanted to say more was: "Shall we stay here?"

But he remembered that the pass order had a time limit, and also remembered that Su Qingchen advised him not to indulge in it, so he changed his words.

If, Zhou Lang thought, if Su Qingchen agrees, then he can force it, he can...

However, before Zhou Lang could remember what he could do, Su Qingchen's answer cut off his delusions.

"You and I still need the protection of the master."

There was a gentle smile in Su Qingchen's eyes, "Xiao Lang, don't think wildly."

No matter how gentle the words and expressions are, it can't change the fact that Su Qingchen rejected Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his thoughts, and called out again: "Su Qingchen."

Su Qingchen said: "I am here."

Zhou Lang sneered, but he didn't reply.

An hour later, the flower boat carrying the dancers sailed across the river bank.

Both sides of the strait are densely packed, full of human heads.

Zhou Lang deliberately found a low-lying place, but he was not spared, and was crowded by the crowd who came after him.

The tourists on the shore cheered and cheered one after another, but Zhou Lang couldn't arouse his interest in watching. He perfunctorily followed the crowd's applause three or two times, then turned around and walked out.

Su Qingchen walked in front, clearing the way for him to push through the crowd.

Zhou Lang followed behind Su Qingchen, without blinking his eyes, looking at the hands they held.

Suddenly, Zhou Lang stopped and shook off the opponent's hand.

Su Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, and as if feeling something, she turned her head, and there was no sign of Zhou Lang behind her.

With her heart beating faster, Su Qingchen looked around in the crowd and opened her mouth: "Xiao Lang?"

I only heard cheers from both sides of the strait, but no response from the boy.

Su Qingchen's pupils shrank slightly, and his voice trembled: "Xiao Lang?"

Su Qingchen's shouting voice was not low, causing others to look sideways.

But he didn't realize it, he was no longer calm, no longer indifferent, and anxiously walked around in the crowd.

"Xiao Lang? Where are you? Don't scare me?" He shouted loudly.

The cold demeanor of Tianjimen when he was alone in the past is gone, and panic is written on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Because of his good looks, more and more people looked at Su Qingchen.

Everyone was curious as to who it was that made such a fairy-like beauty panic like this.

The more daring ones went up to talk to him directly.

Some people sincerely want to help each other, while others pretend to ask and take the opportunity to chat.

Su Qingchen didn't respond at all, her eyes were stained with fear, and her thin lips were pursed into a line.

In this way, she searched alone for a long time, and when she found the shore, all the tourists dispersed, and Su Qingchen finally stopped until the dead of night.

Standing alone on the shore, all alone.

The cold wind howled past.

Su Qingchen raised his hand, staring at the gradually revealed red tracing stone pattern on his wrist.

After a while, the other hand covered the pattern, intending to input spiritual energy to find someone.

But he saw a hand, white and delicate, covering the red lines first.

"I only disappeared for a while, why are you so panicked that you want to use the tracing stone to find me?"

The boy's voice rang in his ears.

Su Qingchen raised his head slowly, staring at Zhou Lang's eyes, his eyes were red.