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

After placing Zhou Lang who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Su Qingchen was summoned by the master to report what happened during these days of disappearance.

Not long after Su Qingchen left, Zhou Lang woke up.He took out a black cat from the Pan Snake Order, put it in his arms, and then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

A moment later, when Zhou Lang opened his eyes again, his soul was already out of his body.On the bed, his body was in a state of deep sleep, and the sound of even and long breathing alternated.At this time, I suddenly remembered what Fleeting Year had said to him.

"...You must be clear in your heart that your daily actions cannot escape Su Qingchen's surveillance. If you want to do something without telling Su Qingchen, you might as well try the method of leaving your body that I taught you...Of course, it is called It's impossible for you to believe me rashly, but there's no harm in trying, isn't it? After all, you have no choice but to trust me, right? Anyway, the worst thing is death, don't you think so?..." Zhou Lang tried to poke his own face, but saw his fingertips piercing his cheek, which failed to cause the slightest movement.

Surprised in his heart, Zhou Lang opened his mouth again, tentatively saying, "Meow?"

However, after the sound, Sang Hua, whose five senses were several times more sensitive than his, still lay quietly in the bed, protruding a small bulge, and his breathing rose and fell.

"...When you use this method of leaving the body, you must have the mentality of breaking the pot. Maybe you tried to leave Su Qingchen but ended in failure. The so-called bottom line has been lowered again... Maybe the double cultivation with Su Qingchen is also half forced by the situation, after all, you can't find any way to improve yourself other than double cultivation with him..." Zhou Lang pursed his lips, Empty your eyes.

On the bed, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't notice it himself, sitting cross-legged in the air, his mind was full of what Fleeting Time had said to him.

"...It's not that I disagree with your bottom line and persistence, and it's not that I'm happy to see you turn against Su Qingchen, it's just..." "It's just that Su Qingchen is too selfish. If you can't be stronger than him, at least you can't be stronger than him." Weaker than him, otherwise you will only live in his shadow forever, sooner or later, you will lose your personality and all your initiative as a human being. And you have already felt this way, haven't you..."

Zhou Lang lowered his eyes and repeated the words of Fleeting Years, "If people don't do it for themselves, heaven and earth will destroy it. Zhou Lang, you are not harming others, you are just..."

He clenched his fist, "You just want to save yourself, you just want to save yourself...after all..."

"...After all, Su Qingchen is too scary..." "...Su Qingchen is too scary..."

Zhou Lang muttered, thinking of Su Qingchen tearing off the barrier of Tu Shanjie with his bare hands, and opening his arms towards him.

"...you are alone, with nothing behind you, nothing around you, no trust in front of you, no one can help you but yourself..." "...no one can help me...no one can help you I...no one can help me..."

Who can help him?

Even a self-respecting person like She Jiu obeys Su Qingchen's words.

Even Lu Li, who is the master of the demon world, has nothing to do with Su Qingchen.

So in this world, who else can help him?

Zhou Lang thought of Su Qingchen stroking his whole body with his hands wrapped in bandages.I remember that the bright red blood stained the white bandages, and in the airtight bed tent, apart from the stench from Qing Ye, there was a bloody smell that could not be ignored.

Thinking of Su Qingchen's hot tongue, licking every part of his body inch by inch.Every time the tip of the tongue stays in one place, it makes him tremble all over, and at the same time, his heart also hangs, as if he will be eaten up by this person in the next moment, leaving no residue...

"...So Zhou Lang, what do you decide to do?..." "What do you decide to do, Zhou Lang?" Zhou Lang lowered his eyes, quietly looking at himself on the bed who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed.

"...Stick to the bottom line, even if it doesn't matter if you are swallowed? Or give up your pointless persistence and be a bad person with personality?..." "...Do you have the consciousness to be a bad person? Zhou Lang... Be one, Bad guys who deprive others of their spiritual roots..."

No one responded.

Only the sound of breathing is long.

When Su Qingchen came back, Zhou Lang was still sleeping, curled up in a ball, curled up in the bed like a shrimp.

Su Qingchen sat on the head of the bed, lowered her eyebrows, and watched Zhou Lang silently for a long time.

It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of snowflakes falling outside the window from the corner of his eye that he bent down and gently pinched Zhou Lang's nose.

"Xiao Lang, wake up, it's snowing."

Zhou Lang groaned, dodged Su Qingchen's hand, and shrank back under the blanket.

Su Qingchen nodded a little on his nose with a smile, "Little Lang, don't snooze, this is the first snow after winter, go out with me to have a look."

Zhou Lang opened his eyes irritably, "It's just a winter snow, what's so rare?"

Su Qingchen smiled, and begged: "Xiao Lang is the most soft-hearted, so go out with me for a while. The plum blossoms are in full bloom behind the mountain, and it is a beautiful sight to look for plum blossoms in the snow."

Zhou Lang was still impatient, but followed Su Qingchen's strength to get up from the bed, and then was wrapped into a ball by Su Qingchen inside and outside, and led him to the mountain behind the plum forest.

The heavy snow of goose feathers is falling, and the silvery white of the mountain is dotted with Saixue red plums.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Zhou Lang rubbed his hands together and let out a sigh of relief into his palms.

At this time, the top of the head was shrouded in shadows.

Su Qingchen clasped his hands together, protecting Zhou Lang's hand, "Xiao Lang, happy 17th birthday."

Zhou Lang opened his eyes wide, and it took him a long time to realize that today is his birthday.If Su Qingchen hadn't mentioned it, he might not be able to remember it.

Su Qingchen took advantage of Zhou Lang's daze, and leaned close to his ear: "I'm running out of time, and I haven't prepared any gifts, so..."

He put his arms around Zhou Lang's waist and said in a low voice, "Xiao Lang, I'll give me to you, okay?"

Zhou Lang: "..."

He rolled his eyes, sneered, and answered coldly, "Not good."

When Su Qingchen's face became obviously disappointed, Zhou Lang said again: "You are mine in the first place, and you still talk to me about whether to give it away or not, can you be a little self-aware?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Su Qingchen's face again, and said: "What birthday present does Xiao Lang want? I will definitely go and find it for you."

Zhou Langmo must have looked at Su Qingchen for a long time before finally snorting coldly, without giving any face, half-raised his chin and said coldly: "I want you to go away."

The smile on Su Qingchen's face remained undiminished, she pretended not to understand, and lowered her head to hold Zhou Lang's lips.

After the kiss, Zhou Lang was panting, his eyes were red, and he said wronged: "Su Qingchen, you don't keep your word."

Su Qingchen smiled without saying a word, lowered his head again, and kissed his boy.