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

Zhou Lang considered himself a kind person.

But in recent years, he found that he was getting farther and farther away from good people.

A kind person will not judge people's hearts with malice, thinking that if they are treated with kindness, others will return kindness in return.

However, Zhou Lang became less and less trusting of others.

In other words, Zhou Lang couldn't believe it.

In the past three years, when Zhou Lang went down the mountain to sell paintings, Sang Hua did his duty from the beginning to the end. Whenever he encountered any troubles, he would dislike him and solve them with all his heart.

And the other party once assured Zhou Lang that if one day he had a conflict with Su Qingchen, the other party would help him instead of Su Qingchen.

When Sang Hua assured him, Zhou Lang just smiled and didn't talk to him.

Even so, he will secretly observe Sang Hua secretly to see if he is sincere with the help of the soul out of body method bestowed on him by fleeting years.

The result of the observation is that Sang Hua really told him what he said, and never once told Su Qingchen about him.

Even if he deliberately made some suspicious actions in advance, Sang Hua still took a wait-and-see attitude and would never intervene.

If it was Zhou Lang in his previous life, he would definitely choose to believe in Sang Hua after growing up in a peaceful society.

But now Zhou Lang couldn't believe it.

Because Zhou Lang couldn't help but think, is it possible that Sang Hua informed Su Qingchen through sound transmission?

After all, what is there for a useless person like him to be worthy of Sang Hua's allegiance?

What's more, the contract binding between the other party and him originally happened when Sang Hua was not voluntary.

Not only Sang Hua, but everyone involved with Su Qingchen, Zhou Lang couldn't believe it.

Among them, even Feng Ruoli, the genuinely gentle and kind elder brother.

Unless one day, the fog surrounding him completely dissipates, maybe he will regain his trust in others.

It is true that when facing Feng Ruoli, as if to repay the other party's kindness, Zhou Lang would reflexively smile.

But this smile is not so much genuine joy as it is a fake smile, a deliberate illusion.

But what is the real Zhou Lang like?

Zhou Lang before time travel was a carefree two-dimensional nerd, he liked all cute things, the only thing that annoyed him was the slow serialization speed of the new manga.

After time travel, Zhou Lang is a frail and useless scum of the nth generation, irritable and irritable, with a very low sense of trust. What he thinks about most every day is when will such a life of physical and mental exhaustion be the end.

He was overthinking every day, but had to deal with Su Qingchen who was approaching him.

Always be patient and pretend to be obedient, when Su Qingchen is angry, comfort him if he can, and it doesn't matter if he can't be comforted by his body...

Anyway, he is the one who benefits in the end, doesn't he?

After all, the one who double-cultivated with him is the spiritual source body?

The spiritual source body that everyone in the cultivation world covets!

But after pretending to be good for so long, Zhou Lang even forgot his original appearance.

Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he even thinks that the previous life is just a dream, a phantom he imagined to deceive himself under the pressure.

After all, he used to be such a simple person.

The world has always been beautiful in his eyes, and the villains and evil deeds that occupy the headlines of public opinion and gossip seem to come from distant countries, and will never have the slightest impact on his life.

But why?

Zhou Lang was at a loss.

Why did he turn into a completely strange look in the end?

Accepting Su Qingchen's peace of mind in exchange for his life, in order to survive, she put down her face and self-esteem to please another man, suspicious and overwhelmed, and tried to think maliciously about every move of others.

But what can he do?

Living under layers of mysteries, lingering on the back of ill-gotten 'love'.

Being Su Qingchen is his private property, he can do or break and do everything, except that he can't try to escape.

Under such an extreme desire to control, Zhou Lang didn't even know how he persisted.

If he is any less qualitative, he will be completely reduced to Su Qingchen's doll.

Can't resist, can't think, can only rely on Su Qingchen.

just in case……

In case his escape, planned for three years, fails again...

Just thinking of this possibility gave Zhou Lang goosebumps all over his body.

At this time, I suddenly heard a human voice: "Little master, the ink dripped on my face."

Zhou Lang returned to his senses, and looked down at the drawing paper.

It turned out that since he spread out the drawing paper, he has maintained the posture of holding the pen, motionless.

When he didn't pay attention, the ink dripped on Su Qingchen's face in the painting.

Zhou Lang put the brush aside, crumpled the drawing paper and threw it on the floor in front of the table, and said in a calm tone, "It's a pity, one hundred high-grade spirit stones just disappeared."

Sang Hua jumped onto the table lightly, with eight black | cat tails dangling in the air behind him.

"You look restless today, what's the matter?" He asked uncertainly, "Could it be that you are worried that Su Qingchen won't be able to handle such a big scene today?"

As if hearing something funny, Zhou Lang said, "Do you think someone like Su Qingchen needs me to worry?"

Sang Hua tilted his head, blinked his crystal-clear cat eyes, and said: "Everything cannot be generalized. No matter how powerful he is, he is still a human being."

Zhou Lang spread out a piece of paper again, and said, "What exactly do you want to say? Just say it."

Sang Hua shook his ears, and then said: "People have weaknesses, and his weakness is you. So, if he makes you unhappy, it might be better for you to tell him directly."

"I'm unhappy? How do you know I'm unhappy. I'm very happy today."

Zhou Lang rinsed the brush, dipped some red paint on it, and began to outline it.

Looking at its outline, it is a house with carved mahogany beams.

"You probably don't know yet. After waking up early yesterday morning, the meridians and spiritual roots in my body have fully recovered."

Zhou Lang's tone was a little casual, "From now on, you don't have to be ridiculed by Su Qingchen's licking dogs at Tianjimen. With luck, maybe one day your cultivation base will be higher than Su Qingchen's." Gao, when I want to dump him, I'll dump him, I'm too happy, why would I be sad?"

It was not the first time that Sang Hua had heard the term "dog licking" from Zhou Lang, and knew what it meant.

He was silent for a moment, and said: "You say you are happy, so you are happy."

Anyway, it's just self-deception.

After the words fell, Sang Hua turned around and wanted to leave.

Just as he turned his back, Zhou Lang held down a tail.

Sang Hua was about to turn around and ask, "What's the matter?"

But Zhou Lang sighed softly and said, "Sorry."

The instinct of crisis made Sang Hua vigilant.

But he was one step too late, and was directly thrown into the painting by Zhou Lang.

In the painting is a courtyard with carved beams and painted buildings, with white jade as the steps, mahogany as the beams, and gold and stone as the tiles, which are extremely extravagant.

But compared to this luxurious house, the most eye-catching thing is the cat scurrying around in the painting.

Although they don't hear its sound, the viewers can see its panic and eagerness from it.

Zhou Lang sighed again, "Sorry."

However, the corners of his mouth were curled up, clearly looking happy and looking forward to it.

He said: "So I just said, I am really happy, you just don't believe it."

After all, regardless of Sang Hua in the painting, Zhou Lang rolled up the scroll and threw the painting into the Coiled Snake Order.

After returning to the bedroom, Zhou Lang took out a young man from the storage bag.

The young man looked ordinary, wearing the most ordinary green cloth Taoist robe, and at first glance, he was an ordinary monk who could not be more ordinary.

It's a pity that people's eyes are dull, like a puppet without a soul.

Zhou Lang circled around the young man very satisfied, and then he lay down on the bed with his clothes on.

After a while, his breathing became steady, as if he was asleep.

But this is just an illusion.

In a place invisible to the naked eye, Zhou Lang's soul floated in the air with a cold expression.

Without a soul, a human body would be no different from a dead body.

No matter how powerful this method of leaving the body is, Zhou Lang can only be away for an hour at most.

No matter how much, his body's breathing would stop.

That's why Zhou Lang had to take Sang Hua away, otherwise if he found out that he was not breathing, he might not be able to notify Su Qingchen.

If so, his plan will be broken.

But now, Zhou Lang is not going to want this body.

He despises him being dirty.

This body developed by Su Qingchen, even if he resisted in his heart, when the other party approaches, he will still make a shameful sound, will involuntarily wrap his arms around the other party's neck, and can't help but arch his waist to get closer other side……

Those behaviors that he begged Su Qingchen to let him go on the bed and shamelessly wanted more behaviors made Zhou Lang sick every time he recalled them.

It's not that he hates this kind of thing.

What he hates is that this kind of thing between the closest lovers happens between two people who each have their own ulterior motives and don't really love each other.

So he doesn't want this body anymore.

What's more, he was raised by Su Qingchen, and everything about this body was given by Su Qingchen.

Daily exquisite food and clothing expenses, from being dilapidated to now repairing the meridians and spiritual roots, including the cultivation base that has increased a lot...

Zhou Lang still owes Su Qingchen even if he doesn't want to leave.

That being the case, it's better to just give up.

After all, what Su Qingchen gave was never what he wanted, even if he gave up, he would not feel distressed.

Not the slightest bit of distress.

When Zhou Lang manipulated his soul to float into the body of the dull-eyed young man, it didn't take a moment for his eyes to come alive.

Zhou Lang shook his Taoist robe, touched his face and pinched his nose, turned around in place several times, jumping and jumping, and got used to this new body in a short time.

Not long after, enough dancing and turning, Zhou Lang stroked his non-existent beard, concealed his figure with a talisman and stepped out of the room.

With every step closer to the foot of the mountain, Zhou Lang's heartbeat seemed to increase a little.

There is not only the fear of being caught by Su Qingchen halfway, but also the excitement of leaving soon, as well as the faint expectation for a free life in the future, and finally some secret pain in the bottom of my heart...

It's a pity that Zhou Lang subconsciously ignored the pain.

When holding the stolen disciple's token and stepping out of the enchantment of Tianjimen Mountain Gate with both feet, an unprecedented sense of freedom arises spontaneously.

Zhou Lang almost couldn't help shouting loudly.

at last!

Finally, he can leave the secret door that has trapped him for nearly ten years!

But Zhou Lang still held back.

He got into the dense forest beside the mountain road, and when he reached a place where no one was around, he threw away the disciple's token that he had stolen, showing his current body shape.

When he came out of the dense forest again, Zhou Lang blended into the crowd perfectly.

At this time, it has been a long time since the start of the mountain gate trial, and the mountain is full of people.

There were only a lot more people than he had imagined, and many of them were mortals who had seen Su Qingchen's excitement and were going down the mountain.

Before following the crowd to leave, Zhou Lang couldn't help but look back.

On the top of the mountain, Su Qingchen's face was like ice and snow, and she was dressed in white, as if a god descended from the earth, and all the living beings below the mountain were as humble as ants.

I don't know how many disciples came because of him, participating in the trial just to get closer to him.

Only Zhou Lang always wanted to escape.

And he seems to be succeeding too.

As for the locating stone that is like a timing bomb that is tied to the soul, Zhou Lang is not afraid.

Because it is more accurate to say that the trace stone can find where his soul fragments are.

But what if there are countless soul fragments at the same time?

The people who came to visit today came from all corners of the country, Zhou Lang planned to destroy a trace of his soul on the way, and attach the fragments to everyone.At that time, even if Su Qingchen looks for him with a tracing stone, it will be impossible to find him out of thousands of people.

After all, the locating stones are time-limited, so it is absolutely impossible for Su Qingchen to search for them one by one.

And the self-destructive soul splits out a few fragments, the pain is second, it is more damage to the root, it is difficult to raise it back.

But Zhou Lang had no other choice.

I don't want my child to be tied to a wolf. If this momentary loss can be exchanged for future freedom, what's the point?

Finally, Zhou Lang turned his head and glanced at Su Qingchen who was standing with his hands behind his back on the mountain gate, he couldn't help opening his mouth, and said silently, "Goodbye."

After a pause, he changed his words: "No, it's a farewell."

Unexpectedly, at this time, Su Qingchen seemed to have sensed something, found Zhou Lang's sight among thousands of people, and looked at him.

At that moment, cold sweat broke out from Zhou Lang's whole body, and every hair seemed to tremble.

He unconsciously took a step back, comforting himself that he was wrong.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into a person behind him, and at the same time, Su Qingchen's figure had disappeared from the top of the mountain.

The familiar breath came, and Zhou Lang's whole body became stiff.

Behind him, the demon murmured.

Su Qingchen whispered in his ear: "Xiao Lang, the game time is over."