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

Zhou Lang stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling above his head, feeling a little dazed.

The ceiling is an ordinary white masonry ceiling with ordinary chandeliers hanging on it. The lights are pale and really dazzling.

This is a single ward, which is an ordinary scene for ordinary people, but it is not ordinary for Zhou Lang.

Having not returned to the present world for too many years, his first reaction was that he was dreaming, and he would return to reality after the dream faded away.

So Zhou Lang tried to close his eyes, but there was always white light piercing in through the gaps in his eyelids, which made him uneasy to sleep, and he had the urge to turn off the lights.

But the body seems to have been filled with lead, and it doesn't listen to it.

In the midst of irritability, I heard a squeak.

The door was opened, and someone pushed a cart into the room and came to the bed.

When Zhou Lang opened his eyes, he met the little nurse who was changing his dressing.

After a while of silence, the nurse lady ran out of the room, shouting as she ran, "Doctor, the patient in bed 21 has woken up!"

Zhou Langmo.

The cold glucose continued to enter the blood along the infusion tube, Zhou Lang tried to support himself, but it was in vain.

He simply gave up and lay on the bed with a blank face.

Not long after, the door was opened again.Doctors and nurses filed in, asked Zhou Lang a lot of questions, told him to rest well, and left the ward again.

The ward became quiet again, Zhou Lang closed his eyes a little tired, and was startled to feel the hot air coming over his face, and immediately tensed up his nerves.

Familiar breath poured into the tip of his nose.

Zhou Lang subconsciously relaxed his body, let the other party approach, and placed a kiss on his lips.

"The things you have here are really strange." Su Qingchen kissed her, then straightened up and said.

Zhou Lang opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I don't know how long I've been lying on the bed, my body is dirty and smelly, and you can actually kiss me."

Su Qingchen shook his head, with a gentle voice: "I cast a cleaning spell, Xiao Lang, you are neither dirty nor smelly."

Zhou Lang rolled his eyes with a smile, and said coquettishly, "Then kiss me again."

Sure enough, Su Qingchen leaned down and rubbed Zhou Lang's lips affectionately.

After a while, he stretched out his tongue to touch Zhou Lang's lips, and walked around in his mouth.

Zhou Lang kept his eyes open from the beginning to the end, and Su Qingchen's shadow was reflected in his moist eyes, which was so obedient.

Not long after, Su Qingchen stood up and said with a smile, "Why are you so obedient?"

Zhou Lang's eyes were shining, but he didn't speak.

Su Qingchen didn't ask any more questions, straightened up, picked up Zhou Lang's hand that hadn't been infused, and played with it in his palm.

Lowering his eyes, his eyes moved down and landed on the needle that was stuck into the back of Zhou Lang's right hand.

Su Qingchen said softly: "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Lang followed his gaze to his right hand and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Su Qingchen was silent for a moment, then sighed.

Zhou Lang misunderstood what Su Qingchen meant.

What he asked was not whether it hurts at the moment, or whether the infusion hurts, but the moment when he committed suicide by swallowing the medicine, the moment when he was getting closer and closer to death.

It must be uncomfortable.

"Aren't you curious why you came back?" Su Qingchen asked again.

Looking at Zhou Lang's calm appearance, he didn't seem to be curious about why he suddenly appeared in modern society, he was too quiet.

"Curiosity." Zhou Lang said, "So I'm waiting for you to tell me."

Su Qingchen couldn't help but patted his head.

"You guessed right. You are indeed the fourth palace that I have never been able to find. It wasn't until Fleeting Years appeared that I began to suspect you."

No, it should be said that it was not until Zhou Changsheng appeared that Su Qingchen set his sights on Zhou Lang who had been ignored by him.

"You mean, you suspected that Fleeting Nian was Zhou Changsheng from the very beginning?" Zhou Lang frowned.

"Yes, so I need to enter your sea of ​​consciousness again to find out."

And when Zhou Lang wanted to retrieve his memory, he happened to give Su Qingchen this opportunity.

It turns out that the fleeting time is exactly the circumference.

Zhou Lang: "..."

He laughed at himself, "I really admire fleeting time."

More than worship.

Zhou Lang even customized his future career plan with reference to his fleeting life.I hope that one day I can teach in a university and be a two-dimensional master at the same time...

If Xiu's life is bound to Su Qingchen, then Zhou Lang's life in this world is guided by fleeting years...

However, the fleeting year was Zhou Changsheng who kept him from being free for more than a thousand years.

"How did you treat Zhou Changsheng?"

After a long silence, Zhou Lang finally asked.

Su Qingchen shook his head, and said: "I have never done anything to him. Although I lifted your slave seal, he has remained in your sea of ​​consciousness for thousands of years, and the aura in your body is getting stronger day by day. After all these years, it has taken root in In your sea of ​​consciousness, even I would not dare to act rashly."

Zhou Lang: "..."

The remnant souls of other people are kept in the sea of ​​consciousness, it's like a parasite growing in the brain, it sounds disgusting.

With his mouth deflated, Zhou Lang's expression was full of disgust.

Su Qingchen quickly comforted him: "It's not impossible to get rid of him, that's why I brought you here."

Zhou Lang looked at Su Qingchen expectantly.

There is a connection between the human soul fragments and the deity, Su Qingchen calculated the direction of this world through Zhou Changsheng's soul fragments, and just drove here.The moment he entered this world, Zhou Lang's living soul automatically returned to his body.

Zhou Changsheng is also in this world, as long as he himself summons his remnant soul, he can easily dissect Zhou Lang's fleeting years without hurting Zhou Lang.

"I've already placed a slave mark on that remnant soul before, so he won't do anything to you. What we need to do now is to find Zhou Changsheng, and then..."

"And then?" Su Qingchen didn't speak for a long time, Zhou Lang couldn't help asking.

Su Qingchen kissed Zhou Lang's lips again, "Then it depends on how you want to deal with him. You just need to remember—" Su Qingchen stared into Zhou Lang's eyes: "Whatever you want to do, do it That's right."

Hearing this, Zhou Lang reacted for a long time before he smiled and said, "Brother, are you not afraid that I will commit some murder and arson with your backing?"

Su Qingchen is a top existence in the cultivation world with abundant aura, not to mention the world of doomsday that Zhou Lang lives in.

I'm afraid that as long as he wants to, nothing in this world can stop him.

Su Qingchen just looked at Zhou Lang tenderly.

Just when Zhou Lang felt uncomfortable and wanted to say something, the door of the ward opened again.

One of them was wearing a black windbreaker, walking slowly.

"Xiao Lang, I haven't seen you in a thousand years."

With the same face as Zhou Lang, Zhou Changsheng sat down beside Zhou Lang's bed with a warm smile, "But do you miss Daddy?"