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

Zhou Lang was carried back to the residence by Su Qingchen like a chicken.

His original body was still lying on the bed, 'sleeping' peacefully.

Contrary to the contented expression on his body, Zhou Lang who was being carried back had an expression of lovelessness.

It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he couldn't raise any strength to resist.

It is useless to resist left and right.

Therefore, when Su Qingchen touched his head and said to him: "Wait for me to come back", Zhou Lang automatically translated the other party's words into: "Wait for me to come back and take care of you."

Immediately became more unrequited.

But if you really want to say whether you are afraid or not, Zhou Lang is not very afraid.

The reason is probably that he was already prepared to be caught by Su Qingchen.

Zhou Lang only felt unprecedented sadness and powerlessness.

There has never been a moment like now, hating my own weakness.

After returning to his body, Zhou Lang couldn't help shrinking himself into a ball and nestling in the corner of the bed, hugging his poor self tightly.

At dusk, the first day of Tianjimen's mountain gate trial was over, and when Su Qingchen came back from the main peak, what he saw was Zhou Lang with a cold expression.

"Xiao Lang, am I not good enough for you?"

Su Qingchen stood far away from the bed, seemingly puzzled: "Why do you want to leave?"

His eyes were dark, "Xiao Lang, can you tell me why? Why do you want to leave me so desperately? For this reason, you even gave up your gifted talents and possessed a useless puppet."

From the beginning to the end, Su Qingchen's tone was very calm.

But it's just too peaceful, that's why it looks scary.

It was like the calm before the storm, Zhou Lang didn't know what kind of devil who was out of control was under the pressure of this flat tone.

In the past, when encountering Su Qingchen with such a tone and expression, Zhou Lang would probably call out 'brother, brother' kissingly while hugging the other person's neck and act like a baby, trying to look as innocent and pitiful as possible.

Who told Su Qingchen to like him the most.

No matter how angry, no matter how annoyed, Su Qingchen would sigh helplessly after he put down his face and acted like a baby, even if he was successfully appeased.

However, this time, Zhou Lang completely ignored Su Qingchen who was obviously suppressing the storm.

Still huddled in the corner by himself, like an autistic quail, completely isolating himself from the world.

Why is it reasonable for Su Qingchen to tie him up?

Why is it wrong for him to want to escape and want to be free?

Why, he must coax this bitch Su Qingchen in front of him?

What a joke!

Su Qingchen is in a bad mood and needs to be appeased and coaxed. If he is caught and brought back when he is able to leave, will he be in a better mood?

He coaxes Su Qingchen, who will coax him? !

Burning anger ignited in Zhou Lang's chest.

He's going to fight Su Qingchen to the end this time!

Su Qingchen didn't get an answer, so she couldn't help but pause, then walked to the bedside, reaching out to touch Zhou Lang's head.

Just when they were about to touch each other, Zhou Lang raised his head and said coldly, "Get lost!"

When the sound fell, Zhou Lang's eyes turned red, he was so wronged and pitiful, and he said hysterically, "Get lost!"

He picked up the pillow at the head of the bed, threw it at Su Qingchen forcefully, and shouted: "Stay away from me! I don't want to see you at all!"

Su Qingchen's face was hit squarely by the pillow, but he didn't dodge, he paused for a long time with his hand in mid-air, and finally retracted it.

With a dry voice, he said, "Xiao Lang..."

Zhou Lang interrupted him: "I don't want to listen to you! Get lost!"

There was a deep cry in the voice.

This time, Zhou Lang really broke the can, he poured out a lot of things from the storage bag, and threw them on Su Qingchen one by one.

There are half-rolled paintings he drew, small medicine stoves from the market at the foot of the mountain, various magic tools, and more spiritual stones he earned from selling paintings.

The painting was rolled up by the scroll, and one end hit the corner of Su Qingchen's mouth, causing bruises.

The small medicine stove was made of black iron, and the body of the stove hit Su Qingchen's forehead, leaving red marks.

Magical artifacts have various attributes, some burned to the corner of Su Qingchen's clothes, and some froze Su Qingchen's lips.

The spirit stones are round but hard, some fell on Su Qingchen's browbones, and some hit Su Qingchen's chin.

However, from the beginning to the end, Su Qingchen remained motionless.

He neither listened to Zhou Lang's words and left, nor did he avoid the messy things that the other party kept throwing at him.

Even though his head was smashed and bleeding, his eyes were always fixed on Zhou Lang.

After an unknown amount of time, whether it was because he was tired from smashing or the storage bag was emptied, Zhou Lang finally stopped.

He returned to the posture of sitting on the corner of the bed with his knees hugged, his head lowered and motionless, sniffing his nose occasionally, tears kept falling, and wept fiercely.

Su Qingchen pursed her lips, seeing that Zhou Lang finally stopped smashing, she went to bed and moved in front of Zhou Lang, ignoring the opponent's resistance to change him.

He pressed Zhou Lang's crying cat face on his shoulder, patted his back lightly, and coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Lang, don't cry, don't cry, okay? I'll find you anything you want, Don't cry, okay..."

However, Zhou Lang cried even more fiercely, as if he wanted to turn all the grievances and unwillingness of these years into tears and expel them from his body.

No matter how Su Qingchen persuaded or coaxed her, the crying remained the same.

On the surface, it seemed that the crying was just because of the failure to escape again, crying sadly.

But only Zhou Lang knew that apart from the self-defeating failure of leaving, he cried because he was relieved.

Zhou Lang himself thought it was absurd.

He was relieved?

After preparing a plan for three years, Su Qingchen broke it so easily, he felt relieved?

but……

But returning to this room again, being surrounded by Su Qingchen again, and sinking his head into the other's shoulder again, Zhou Lang didn't feel the slightest bit of rejection.

Because as long as there is such a person...

As long as there is such a person.

It seems that no matter how difficult the days are, they can persist in the past. Zhou Lang, who is always behind the other party, will always be safe and sound.

Obviously he has worked so hard.

Obviously he didn't even give up his own body.

Obviously he has already envisioned a carefree future.

Obviously...

Obviously he wanted to get rid of Su Qingchen so much, but why did he feel at ease just because he was hugged by the other party?

Zhou Lang couldn't figure it out.

He was at a loss.

He panicked and didn't know what to do.

He was physically and mentally exhausted and couldn't think of any other way to get rid of Su Qingchen.

Can't think of it.

Can't figure it out.

Simply give up on yourself and break the pot.

Anyway, it has come to the worst step, and it can't be worse than it is now.

Keren's energy is limited after all.

Zhou Lang didn't cry for a long time, and the crying became low, and turned into a soft sob, and finally only silent tears remained.

After that, even the tears stopped, and the person just fell asleep in Su Qingchen's arms.

Su Qingchen lightly laid the man flat on the bed, put her in her arms, rested her chin on the crown of Zhou Lang's hair, her eyes were empty.

When I first came back, the anger all over my body turned into helplessness and confusion, and I kept my eyes open until dawn.

Outside the window, the sky is white, and red clouds are falling into the room.

Su Qingchen seemed to just wake up, she folded her arms slightly, hugged the young man in her arms tightly, and said softly: "Xiaolang don't cry, don't cry..."

If he could only bring pain to Zhou Lang...

Su Qingchen murmured in a low voice, "I'll give you whatever you want, so don't cry..."

So, when Zhou Lang woke up, Su Qingchen, who was already dressed neatly, handed him a dagger.

He held Zhou Lang's hand, pointed the knife point at his heart, his eyes were empty, as if he had no soul.

He said blankly: "Xiao Lang, stab in, I'll give you a chance to leave."