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

Early in the morning, after Zhou Lang was awakened by Su Qingchen's kiss, he kicked him off the bed with a black face, turned over on the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly and continued to sleep.

It was rare for Zhou Lang to take the initiative last night, but to save face, he only took the initiative once.

But Su Qingchen was never easy to deal with, he just pestered Zhou Lang all night, and didn't stop until white belly appeared in the sky.

Although there are many benefits to the dual cultivation of the same spiritual source and body, Zhou Lang is the one who benefits completely.

But there is a limit to everything, Su Qingchen went too far last night.

Zhou Lang was overwhelmed with too much aura and cultivation, and couldn't digest it in a short time.

On the bright side, Zhou Lang seems to have taken advantage of the sky. Just lying down for one night, he has achieved a cultivation level that ordinary people may not be able to achieve after a long time of hard work, but...

Zhou Lang's entire face was red.

Not shy, just pissed off.

Because the excess aura and cultivation that could not be absorbed in time existed in a shameful place in a form of shame.

Back to Zhou Lang, he wanted to dig out the pile of things and wash them immediately, but Su Qingchen refused.

The rhetoric also made Zhou Lang unable to refute.

Su Qingchen said: "One drop is the cultivation base that can build a great foundation, is Xiao Lang willing to wash it?"

Zhou Lang: "..."

my day!

Zhou Lang couldn't think of cursing anymore.

It's useless, it's a waste of tongue.

In order to relieve the depression that was completely suppressed and transfer the foreign body sensation there, Zhou Lang counted his pennies.

Thinking of another 1000 million coming into the account today, his whole little face brightened, and he completely forgot about Su Qingchen who was kicked under the bed by him.

It's probably not the first time she was treated like this, Su Qingchen was not annoyed at all, she got back into the bed again, pulled Zhou Lang into her arms half-coaxed and half-persuaded, apologized in a low voice, while gently probing Zhou Lang with her fingers. Entering the cave, he said in a hoarse voice: "Little Lang, don't move, I will help you absorb these cultivation bases, bear with it..."

Zhou Lang: "..."

He gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead.