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

It took Zhou Lang a lot of time to burn everything related to fleeting years. The fire in the copper basin burned from noon to midnight.

If Zhou Lang hadn't used the spiritual fire, even the ashes would not be left behind. I'm afraid it would take a long time just to deal with the fly ash left after burning.

Su Qingchen has been sitting cross-legged next to Zhou Lang, silent for most of the time, occasionally chatting with Zhou Lang.

Zhou Changsheng's suicidal approach was beyond everyone's expectations.Not only did it leave a heavy mark in Zhou Lang's heart, but it also made Su Qingchen, who was already in the grip of the winning ticket, utterly deflated.

Originally, Su Qingchen was going to find an opportunity to subdue Zhou Changsheng and hand it over to Zhou Lang.At that time, whether to kill or keep depends entirely on Zhou Lang's will, because there is nothing more satisfying than killing an enemy.

But in the end, Zhou Changsheng himself came to the door, said a lot of specious things to Zhou Lang, and then died, and his hatred for Zhou Lang changed in nature.

At the moment, even if Zhou Lang said something to say goodbye to the past, it is far from easy to let go of it by burning something.

Su Qingchen was aware of this, so he forced himself to ignore it, resisting the desire to take Zhou Lang back, and stay in this completely unfamiliar world to him.

After all, Zhou Lang didn't like his overly domineering appearance very much. If he took Zhou Lang back regardless, I'm afraid he would have the idea of ​​leaving again.

Su Qingchen didn't want Zhou Lang to just think about leaving.

Originally, he thought that once the love gu was solved, he would let go of his obsession with Zhou Lang to some extent.But the fact is, even if the love gu was removed, he still couldn't bear Zhou Lang leaving his sight.

If Zhou Lang hadn't responded to his feelings before, I'm afraid Su Qingchen would not let Zhou Lang go easily.Therefore, Su Qingchen used his utmost patience to face Zhou Lang, waiting for him to sort out his thoughts.

He thought he was pretending to be good, with a gentle and unhurried attitude, but he didn't want Zhou Lang to see the dissatisfaction hidden in his eyes early.

Can't help smiling, Zhou Lang knelt on the ground, leaned towards Su Qingchen, a little helpless: "Still angry?"

Su Qingchen shook his head and said, "I was never angry."

"Really?" Zhou Lang raised his eyebrows, fell down and fell into Su Qingchen's arms.

After falling down for a moment, Su Qingchen hugged him with quick eyes and hands, and then he didn't let go.

Zhou Lang buried his head in Su Qingchen's arms, smiled silently, then burrowed into Su Qingchen's arms, and closed his eyes reassuringly.

The room was quiet, and a needle could be heard.

The moon quietly came out from the clouds, and the silvery white moonlight sprinkled into the room, catching most of Su Qingchen's face with cold.

His slender fingers caressed Zhou Lang's black hair that reflected in the moonlight, Su Qingchen pursed his lips, and finally said, "I don't want you to miss Zhou Changsheng too much." He tightened Zhou Lang's circle, "I don't I hope you put too much thought on others."

Zhou Lang couldn't help laughing, his body trembled in Su Qingchen's arms.

Su Qingchen didn't know why he was laughing, but with a straight face, she stubbornly waited for Zhou Lang's reply.

After a while, Zhou Lang got up from Su Qingchen's arms after laughing enough, "Brother, are you jealous?"

He was a little puzzled, "Are you jealous of fleeting years?"

Su Qingchen was silent, her thin lips pursed into a line, it was acquiesced.

Zhou Lang laughed even more. He got up from the ground and turned on the overhead light switch.

In an instant, the cold white brilliance filled the room, and there was no more light from the moonlight outside the window, making Su Qingchen squint slightly.

Zhou Lang sat down on the sofa, hugged a pillow injured, looked at Su Qingchen who was sitting on the ground amusedly, and asked, "Why should I take Zhou Changsheng so seriously?"

"For me to seize his puppet body? For him to plant a slave mark on me? For his so-called good intentions? Or for his final death?"

Can't help but smile again, Zhou Lang pointed his index finger at his face, "Brother, take a closer look at my face, do I seem to be masochistic?"

It doesn't matter what Zhou Changsheng said is true or not.

Even if it was true, his original intention in doing all this was for the so-called good of Zhou Lang, but so what?

Because it is a bad thing done with good intentions, isn't it considered a bad thing?

Since it was an unintentional negligence, isn't it considered a negligence?

Therefore, apart from the initial shock and bewilderment, Zhou Lang didn't feel much pity.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Su Qingchen asked: "Then why have you been unhappy these few days?"

"Because it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous."

It's so ridiculous that it's completely unacceptable.

"I don't know what Zhou Changsheng thinks, but I still hate him very much." The smile on Zhou Lang's face disappeared, "I used to hate him for imposing a slave mark on me, which made me imprisoned for thousands of years and could not be released. Now, I But I hate myself for not being able to avenge myself."

From Zhou Changsheng's point of view, it is understandable to do so for the sake of the Zhou family.

But for Zhou Lang, the injustice of being trapped in an ice coffin for 1000 years, how could he just let it go?

"Actually, strictly speaking, he and I owe nothing to each other. I took over his puppet body, which directly disrupted his resurrection plan. But at the same time, I also kept the Zhou family prosperous for thousands of years. Think about it carefully. , the Zhou family is the only one that has established itself in the cultivation world for thousands of years."

Thinking what he said was right, Zhou Lang nodded quite seriously, "No one in the Zhou family is capable except Zhou Changsheng. Without me, let alone a thousand years, they may not be able to survive in a hundred years. After a thousand years His puppet body has long since rotted into mud, what about resurrection?"

"Besides, brother, look, when Fleeting Years appeared, I was just a child? I didn't even think about traveling through time. Maybe it was his intervention that opened up a space-time tunnel between the two worlds or something. .”

Zhou Lang's two-dimensional soul began to diverge his thoughts, "Then I was involved in it... um..."

Before he finished speaking, a shadow enveloped his head.

With a click, the ceiling light went out, Su Qingchen kissed Zhou Lang's lips, and pressed him on the sofa.

"Since you have let go, you should satisfy me..."

Whispering softly in Zhou Lang's ear, Su Qingchen stripped Zhou Lang's clothes off.

Early the next morning, when Zhou Lang opened his eyes, he smelled a strong smell coming from the kitchen.

Zhou Lang ran to the kitchen with his slippers on, and saw Su Qingchen's face sinking like water, coldly looking at the scorched pot in front of him, unable to see the real thing clearly.

When Zhou Lang came in from the corner of the eye, a trace of unconscious embarrassment flashed in Su Qingchen's eyes.

"I tried to cook, but I couldn't get it right."

This was probably the first time Zhou Lang saw Su Qingchen's bewildered look, and couldn't help laughing again.

He rolled up the cuffs of his pajamas and walked into the kitchen: "I'll come."

There was morning light coming in obliquely through the window, hitting Zhou Lang's body, making his whole body seem to be coated with a layer of golden light.

"Brother, come with me home tomorrow."

His brows and eyes drooped slightly, and pink crept onto Zhou Lang's cheeks.He went on: "I want to introduce you to my parents."

The voice is low, almost inaudible.

Su Qingchen's answer was only one word.

"it is good."