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

"What do you want me to do for you?" Sang Hua said, his tone and expression were extremely reluctant.

Su Qingchen didn't answer immediately.He leaned against the boulder and carefully wrapped Zhou Lang in his arms.A piece of hair floated to the young man's forehead, Su Qingchen carefully picked it behind the ear, his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping young man.

Sang Hua sneered without giving any face, and sneered: "Who are you showing this affectionate look to? How dare you ask me, an enemy, for help. Are you really not afraid that I will destroy this guy in the illusion?"

This ridicule still failed to get a response from Su Qingchen, so Sang Hua had no choice but to turn his attention to the other person present who was still awake, She Jiu who was standing idly by the side.

The meaning in his eyes was very clear, as if asking again: "Do you think what I said is right?"

She Jiu spread out the bone fan, her eyes opened innocently, which didn't match the aura that his Demon Lord should have at all.He said: "You little cat, why are you staring at me again? It's not me who tells you to do things, and it's not me who doesn't know the true or false feelings. How can I know what he means by doing this? As for you, you might Xiao Shiliu will be abolished..."

Glancing at Su Qingchen from the corner of the eye, there was no response from the other party, so She Jiu said indifferently: "You can give it a try and see if you have the ability to endure injury to Xiao Shiliu."

He paused for a moment, leaned closer to Sang Hua's ear, and lowered his voice, "I advise you to be more honest. That person will enter the country with Little Sixteen, and it is impossible for you to hurt others. Although you people from the Southern School are not afraid of death , but he has a lot of ways to make you have no way to live and no way to die."

Sang Hua's tail and ears twitched at the same time, and she whispered to She Jiu: "Who the hell is he? He asked you to do things like this for him?"

She Jiu narrowed her fox eyes, shook her head, and said slowly, "Don't say it, don't say it."

Sang Hua couldn't help but become more curious about Su Qingchen.Zhou Lang fell into his illusion, so he did intend to use Zhou Lang's life to blackmail Su Qingchen, but the strength of the other party is still unknown.Although it is said that it is not an ordinary foundation-building period, the possibility of Su Qingchen using secret methods to cover up his cultivation cannot be ruled out.What's more, there is She Jiu sitting next to him...

After a few thoughts, Sang Hua decided to stand still for the time being.

It is good that he is not afraid of death, but if life is worse than death, forget it.After all, the philosophy of the Nanpai is to live for enjoyment, so who would be willing to endure pain?

After making up his mind, Sang Hua was about to get some words out of She Jiu's mouth, when Su Qingchen's indifferent voice came from the other side, calling him to come over.

"I need you to arrange a happy environment for me." Su Qingchen interlocked his fingers with the sleeping Zhou Lang, "I need a happy environment. In this environment, he will be happy and worry-free, happy forever."

"And then? I'm stuck in it and can't get out?" Sang Hua complained without fear of death.

Su Qingchen raised her eyes and looked at Sang Hua.

There is still a deserted expression on the face, but there is a coldness in the eyes.

Sang Hua choked, unable to utter any more sarcasm, and said: "You have to think about it. The happy state sounds nice, and all those who enter the country will return to the happiest moment in their life, but in fact it kills people invisible. You This little lover only has a moment to get rid of the illusion. If not, he who is addicted to the illusion will die unconsciously in this world."

Before Su Qingchen could speak, She Jiu who was on the side interjected.

"Could it be that you can't see it? According to the deity, he probably doesn't know how to make Xiao Shiliu happy, so he has no choice but to ask you for help, intending to take advantage of the joy..."

She Jiu suddenly stopped talking, and the white bone fan was placed in front of her body, blocking the oncoming sharp sword energy.Even so, he still had a playful expression, and said to Su Qingchen with a cold face, and joked nonchalantly: "If you are so eager to interrupt this deity, could it be that this deity guessed right?"

Seeing this posture, Sang Hua couldn't help being startled.

Su Qingchen had clearly been hugging Zhou Lang just now and never moved, how did the sword energy that swept towards She Jiu come from? !

Su Qingchen just gave She Jiu a cold look, then turned to Sang Hua and said, "Let's begin."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Zhou Lang's.When the illusion takes effect, it is necessary to break into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.

Sang Hua nodded, his expression suddenly became serious.Before performing the operation, although he thought it was unnecessary, he still reminded Su Qingchen.

"It should be noted that breaking into the sea of ​​consciousness of others means that all your actions will be restricted. If you are not careful, it will be a dead end. Are you sure you want to go in?"

Su Qingchen didn't answer, just acquiesced.

Sang Hua couldn't understand what this man was thinking.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the absolute domain of monks, which is well known.Therefore, in Zhou Lang's sea of ​​consciousness, he is the absolute king, the supreme god.This guy broke in so unsuspectingly, and he didn't know if he really had deep affection for this young man, or if he was so arrogant that he believed that the other party would never hurt him.

But these have nothing to do with themselves.Thinking of this, Sang Hua made seals with his fingers and murmured non-stop.

Not long after, Zhou Lang's whole body was seen with a golden light.The illusion of joy is done.

At the same time, Su Qingchen broke into Zhou Lang's sea of ​​consciousness.

It is said that the happy land is a false illusion of the past. People who enter the country will temporarily forget the troubles of this world, linger, indulge, and cannot extricate themselves in this false happiness, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Before entering the country, Su Qingchen thought that there was only one possible scenario - the Zhou family before it was destroyed.And the time should be before Zhou Lang Linggen was abolished.

Zhou Lang, whose spiritual root has never been destroyed, the proud son of heaven among his peers, the son of a noble family who is loved by thousands of people...Su Qingchen imagined more than once, how wanton and happy Xiao Lang would be at that time?

However, what he actually saw was quite different from what Su Qingchen had imagined.

Rows upon rows of high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete can't be seen at a glance.The speeding car passed back and forth on the concrete and asphalt road, and its speed was comparable to the flying of the sword of a middle and low-level monk.On the large advertising screen, the most popular variety reality show recently was played.On the sidewalk where people come and go, strangely dressed men and women laugh or make noise, as if they don't know the misery in the world.

Su Qingchen stood in the middle of a crossroad where people came and went, her usual indifferent expression in front of outsiders could hardly be maintained, and she stood there blankly.

At this moment, he was dressed in a white disciple robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his waist-length hair was tied up high with a blue headband, elegant and free and easy.Passers-by all cast their eyes on him and whispered to each other.

"Ahhh, where did this little brother come from, he looks so handsome!"

"Yes, yes, it's so handsome! Should I go up and ask on WeChat?"

"Forget it, I didn't see my little brother whizzing around, so it's not easy to mess with."

……

"My little brother should be a cosplayer. There is a big comic exhibition in the city center today, and there are quite a few fans."

"Based on my many years of experience in Two-dimensional, this little brother's cosplay is... Well, I can't recognize it."

……

"Don't you think the little brother's face is amazing?"

"Do you need to say that? This 360-degree face with no dead ends...ah, I'm dead."

"I'm talking about his skin! My naked eye vision is 1.0, and my little brother didn't wear powder! No makeup!"

"I rub it! No powder? What kind of fairy face is my little brother?"

……

Su Qingchen: "..."

Here, there is a difference.

It's a pity that before Su Qingchen can tell what's abnormal here, a young man rushes towards him.

"I'm Zhou Lang! You fucking slow down!" A person shouted behind Zhou Lang.

Holding four or five atlases in his arms, Zhou Lang yelled as he ran, "Slow, fart! Damn, if you slow down, the signing will be over!"

Seeing the young man's face clearly for a moment, Su Qingchen's pupils narrowed slightly, and the moment the young man passed him by, she grabbed his wrist fiercely.

Zhou Lang, who was running hard, suddenly fell forward, and the album he was holding in his arms was also thrown out with inertia.Seeing that he was about to fall headfirst, Zhou Lang subconsciously closed his eyes.

But at the critical moment, Zhou Lang was tightly locked in Su Qingchen's arms.

Clap, clack, patter——accompanied by the sound of the album falling to the ground, and the hot and humid breath hitting his ears, Zhou Lang said humanely behind him: "Xiao Lang..."

The voice is lingering, hiding endless tenderness.

Zhou Lang was stunned for half a minute, then suddenly remembered something and jumped up.

"Ahhhhh! Who are you? Let me go! My Fleeting Year's signing is coming to an end!"