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

Zhou Lang took one step in the direction of Su Qingchen, another step.

Not far from the opposite side, Su Qingchen still maintained the posture of spreading his arms, waiting for his young man to walk towards him.

Strangely, Zhou Lang thought he would be afraid, thought he would be afraid, thought he would resist.

But it didn't.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of uneasiness, on the contrary, he felt that it was true.

In fact, from the moment Su Qingchen was pushed out of Tu Shan's boundary, Zhou Lang was a little uncertain.

Did he really push Su Qingchen away?

The process was far too smooth.

But the result was exactly as Zhou Lang expected, he successfully isolated Su Qingchen from the barrier, and then smoothly, leaving the other party for such a short moment.

Until Tu Shanjie's barrier vibrated, and Su Qingchen tore off the barrier and spread his arms towards him, Zhou Lang felt a sense of relief.

It was as if a pet that had been raised was released into the forest, and returned to the arms of its owner overnight. After knowing that he would not have to sleep, eat, sleep, or be hungry, his whole body immediately relaxed.

After realizing the feeling of unloading a heavy burden in his heart, Zhou Lang laughed at himself severely.

Look, Su Qingchen is his cage, no matter how hard he tries to escape, he can't escape from the opponent's palm.

Even more so now, Zhou Lang couldn't even raise the interest to resist, so he walked in Su Qingchen's direction step by step.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Zhou Lang's speed, Su Qingchen's eyes were gloomy, and he called in a low voice: "Xiao Lang, come here quickly, I can't wait."

Zhou Lang's footsteps paused slightly, and then continued to take steps.

But it was slower than before.

But the two were only ten steps apart, even though Zhou Lang slowed down, he still stopped in front of Su Qingchen.

Su Qingchen spread out his hands, his head was half down, his eyes were so deep that people couldn't see through and figure out what he was thinking at the moment.

Zhou Lang pursed his lips, finally closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Su Qingchen's neck, "Brother, I'm sorry."

He paused and added, "I'm back."

It was Su Qingchen's gentle voice that responded to Zhou Lang, "Just come back."

But completely different from the gentleness in the voice is the roughness in the young man's actions.

Su Qingchen closed his arms that had been outstretched almost at the same time that Zhou Lang was embracing him, tightly encircling the young man who dared to try to escape.

The strength is so great that it almost melts the person into his own flesh and blood, completely ignoring the hands that are exposing the bones and bleeding continuously.

"Xiao Lang, you told me just now that you don't want to stay here any longer, so I'll take you away right away?"

His eyelids were half closed, his eyelashes that looked like small fans swept across the side of the boy's face, and then he pressed a kiss on his face, "Xiao Lang, can you tell me where you want to go? I'll take you there right away."

Zhou Lang just buried his head on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Wherever you take me, brother, I will follow you."

Su Qingchen smiled and replied: "Okay, then I will take you away."

As soon as the words fell, he had disappeared in place with the boy in his arms, leaving a group of people standing there in a daze.

Including Lu Li, none of the huge group of demon soldiers dared to chase after them.

She Jiu rolled her eyes in boredom, and followed suit, not forgetting to bring along the little black cat that choked on him everywhere before leaving.

Sang Hua was used to being carried around by She Jiu, her six tails and four paws were all hanging quietly in the air, "Is nothing wrong with the little master?"

I don't know if it's genuine concern or what, but the voice is faintly worried.

She Jiu said leisurely, "Don't worry."

"But..." Sang Hua thought about Su Qingchen's terrifying appearance, no matter how you looked at it, it was not a reassuring expression.

But She Jiu didn't say any more, and went straight to Wanguku.

only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.He looked at that boy Zhou Lang without any trace of fear on his face, so why are they outsiders so carefree?

What's more, they don't have the strength to worry about it for the time being.

"Then who the hell is Su Qingchen?" Sang Hua asked, "Why is it so powerful?"

She Jiu replied with three words: "Don't say it."

"Don't say it? Or don't you want to say it?" Zhou Lang laughed, and carefully treated Su Qingchen's wound with a bandage.

"If you don't say it, don't say it, I don't ask."

Not long ago, he asked the same question as Sang Hua, but the object of the question was Su Qingchen himself.

He just asked bluntly, "Who the hell are you?"

But as Zhou Lang expected, Su Qingchen didn't answer, but silently looked at the young man's delicate face under the dim light.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhou Lang lowered his head and asked again.

Right now, the two of them are in an inn in the Bone City.Su Qingchen sat on the wooden chair by the window, put his hands on the table, and let Zhou Lang apply the medicine to bandage him. He was unexpectedly quiet, and he was completely different from the violent posture not long ago.

After a long time, when Zhou Lang finished treating Su Qingchen's left hand injury and was about to treat his right hand, Su Qingchen finally responded.

"It hurts." Su Qingchen stretched out her hand, and her five fingers wrapped in gauze lingered on the side of Zhou Lang's face, "Xiao Lang, I'm in great pain."

Regardless of Zhou Lang bandaging his right hand, he leaned forward and kissed the young man's lips, "Xiao Lang, my hand hurts, and my heart hurts even more."

Zhou Lang paused for a moment, but he didn't raise his head. He lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, applying medicine to Su Qingchen's other hand.

However, Su Qingchen stroked the side of Zhou Lang's face with the bandaged hand, and gently stroked the young man's fair and delicate cheeks with his fingers, sliding from the slightly flushed eye corners to the tightly pursed lips, and finally to the The small earlobes are gently pinched.

A little bit of blood smudged on the white gauze, like red plums blooming in the snow.

"Xiao Lang—" Su Qingchen elongated the ending, leaned forward, and leaned close to the young man's ear, "After you once said about the demon world, you will become mine..."

He opened his mouth, wrapped his mouth around the young man's earlobe, and bit his teeth lightly. The force was not strong, but it made people restless for no reason, "Is this still true?"

Zhou Lang's eyelashes were half drooping, and he said in a low voice: "Su Qing..."

"I'd rather hear you call me brother."

Su Qingchen let go of Zhou Lang's earlobe, and pressed her thin lips against the side of the young man's face, moving upwards, kissing each other's eyelashes one by one, "Little Lang, be good, call me brother."

Zhou Lang's eyelashes trembled, and he swept Su Qingchen's lips back and forth like a brush, itching and scratching.

"Brother." Zhou Lang finally compromised, "Your right hand is still bleeding, don't hinder me from bandaging you."

"Bandage?" Su Qingchen seemed to hear something funny, and chuckled in Zhou Lang's ear, "Why do you need to bandage?"

He slowly sat up straight and distanced himself from Zhou Lang, "Is it because Xiao Lang is worried about me? So you want to bandage me?"

His bandaged left hand was raised and lowered in front of Zhou Lang, "But I don't think it needs to be bandaged."

"Why bandage it?" Su Qingchen smiled, a little illusory, "You must know, it is precisely because of these injuries that Xiao Lang returned to my side, so...

... "

He tilted his head slightly, and smiled like an innocent child, "These wounds should be kept in memory of Xiao Lang's return."

The end sound fell for a moment, and the bandage on the left hand was soaked in blood and shattered.

The dark red gauze fell to the ground one after another, revealing the bloody left hand, and the bones could be seen faintly hidden in the flesh and blood.

Zhou Lang's pupils constricted and he couldn't move at the moment.

At this time, Su Qingchen said again: "Xiao Lang, you will dislike me for touching you with such hands..." He stroked the side of Zhou Lang's face with his fingertips, leaving a bloodstain on the side of the young man's face.

"I will allow you to embrace you with such hands..." He moved his hands down, hooked the young man's neck, and pressed his face to his.

"Will allow me to use such hands..."

Pata—a big teardrop hit the palm of my hand.

"Sorry……"

Pat, Pat, - large teardrops kept falling from the corners of the boy's eyes.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Zhou Lang whimpered, his eyes didn't hide or flicker, he looked straight at Su Qingchen, and kept repeating three words - I'm sorry.

Su Qingchen froze all over and couldn't say a word.

After a long time, he looked down at the hemostatic medicine and gauze on the table, and handed his injured hand to Zhou Lang, "Continue to bandage."

Zhou Lang twitched, but tried his best to bite his lip, trying not to cry out, and bandaged Su Qingchen with his face crying like a cat.

Not long after, the wounds on both hands were treated, and when Zhou Lang raised his head again, Su Qingchen had a pair of fluffy rabbit ears on his head.

Zhou Lang was stunned, the tears stuck in the corners of his eyes, unable to fall.

Su Qingchen stretched out his head towards him, and coaxed gently: "I'll let you touch my ears, it doesn't matter if you feel bald, so..."

He wrapped his hand in gauze and held Zhou Lang's hand, his eyes were full of flattery, "Xiao Lang, don't cry, okay?"

Zhou Lang cried even more when he heard this.

Su Qingchen let out a long sigh, and leaned over to kiss Zhou Lang's lips.

Zhou Lang paused, put his arms around Su Qingchen's neck, and responded.

Between the kisses, Zhou Lang whispered next to Su Qingchen's ear: "Brother, what do you want me to do?"

While speaking, the hand placed on the young man's waist lightly tugged and untied the other party's belt.