Now that we're in a book, isn't it reasonable to use some cheats?

Since Song Shaoqian also wanted to see the dragon, he followed them.

He wanted to be cannon fodder, and Su Ning didn't stop him. She put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Ask your master if he wants one-stop service."

Commonly known as the one-stop funeral service.

As the coffin was laid down and suona music started playing, it was sent to a mass grave.

"What one-stop service?" Song Shaoqian was stunned for a moment, his brain was limited: "You want to find a one-stop service for him."

Dragons are rare creatures.

The only dragon that was tamed in the world of cultivation was several hundred years ago.

"Burying a dragon." Su Ning thought he was dreaming. If she had a dragon, she would definitely keep it in captivity as a pet.

Will you give it to Old Biden, who you have no connection with?

Hearing this, Song Shaoqian turned pale: "Who wants to hold a funeral."

"you."

"I'm just chatting with you here. I'm not dead."

"almost."

"..."

The three of them returned to the sect at night to pack up their things and go on a spontaneous trip. It was only Su Ning's first day in the book, so he didn't have much to bring with him.

I only brought the speakers for the square dance aunties.

What if that Jiao has a unique musical talent and dances disco with her?

"Why are you empty-handed?" Song Shaoqian came over with a lot of bags. Judging from his appearance, he had probably cleared out all the items in the sect.

He was also wondering why Su Ning came back empty-handed.

Su Ning frowned and said, "Don't you have a storage bag? Or are you not qualified enough to have even this kind of thing?"

Even she has it.

How could he, Baili Xun's 'loved' disciple, not have one?

"It's full." Song Shaoqian put down the last bag, put his hands on his hips, looked at the bags on the ground that were bigger than people, and nodded with satisfaction.

When it comes to collecting things, he has no limits.

There are also limits to storage bags.

"It's full? Did you put your sect in there?"

Su Ning was shocked.

He lifted his hair and revealed his dark funding chain: "I am responsible for all the major and minor purchases of the sect. Is it too much to decorate some things?"

It is common for those who are in charge of the sect's financial chain to take kickbacks.

He is now the richest man in the sect.

It is no problem to support seven or eight wives at once.

At this time, Wen Ziming also came over empty-handed. When he saw the bags on the ground, his shocked expression was the same as Su Ning's, as if he had never seen the world.

But his thinking seemed to be on a different level from theirs.

"Why are you throwing garbage into our sect?"

"What rubbish!" The treasures he collected were actually rubbish in his eyes. How could Song Shaoqian tolerate this?

"These are my must-haves when I go out."

Wen Ziming: "..." Maybe he has a hobby of begging?

He made the low-key trip look like this.

Wen Ziming said he would not let him go and gave him two choices: "Either you throw all these away, or you are not allowed to go."

They have a mission.

If he wasn't traveling, and if he encountered an emergency, he would definitely have to take care of these garbage, so he would be the first to die.

"Is there a third option?" he tried to bargain.

"No."

"Well... okay." Under pressure, he only chose a small bag, but Su Ning felt that it was not enough, and always felt that something was missing.

She touched her chin and suddenly came up with a bad idea.

Isn't Jiao a lecherous person...

Thinking of this habit, Su Ning pulled Wen Ziming aside and whispered, "Brother, do you think that boy is suitable for women's clothing?"

He wears women's clothes and she wears men's clothes.

If the dragon really targets you, it's obvious who will be the unlucky one in the end.

"..." Wen Ziming even looked at him deliberately, and smiled softly: "It's indeed a good idea, but I guess he doesn't want to."

The people in their world of cultivation have noble morals.

I would rather be beaten to death than have a scene where a man dresses up as a woman, at least not for now, but it’s hard to say whether it will happen in the future.

Su Ning smiled sinisterly.

"The benefits are given in place, and there is nothing I am unwilling to do."

"What are you discussing?" Seeing them discussing something mysteriously, Song Shaoqian also wanted to join in the fun.

Su Ning reached out and pressed his forehead: "Go aside first."

"..."

Finally, she and Wen Ziming joined forces and stretched out their claws to the simple Song Shaoqian: "Boy, have you tried another style?"

"What style?" He looked innocent.

"Would you like to swap roles?" He has a delicate body and is not as hard as men, so he is quite suitable for wearing women's clothes.

Thinking of him dressed as a woman, Su Ning couldn't help drooling.

He took a step back, his expression full of vigilance: "Your eyes give me a bad feeling. Are you trying to trick me by reversing the roles?"

Afraid that he would be scared away, Su Ning put her arm around his shoulders like a good brother.

"The dragon is a kind animal that is compassionate to women. Do you want to dress up as a woman?" She began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

In fact, she had no idea about the nature of the dragon.

Just lustful.

Song Shaoqian finally understood: "You want me to dress up as a woman?"

"clever."

"Even if I, Song Shaoqian, am silenced, I will never dress up as a woman." Just as Su Ning expected, he refused to obey even until his death.

But Su Ning would not fight a battle without confidence.

She came up with a plan: "You dress up as a woman, and I dress up as a man. Let's pretend to be a couple. Isn't this a win for you?"

"Look, I'm giving you this chance to live."

Song Shaoqian lowered his head and thought for a moment, his face full of struggle.

Finally, it seemed like I had made some kind of decision.

He whistled like a gangster, his eyes gradually becoming perverted: "Pretend to be a couple, can you kiss and touch hands?"

"...You can touch my hands." Su Ning smiled wryly.

Touching your hand is her biggest concession, but don't blame her for being ruthless if you kiss me.

"Actually, I don't mind touching hands, I just want to try on women's clothing."

"..."

Looking at Su Ning who had spent a lot of money on this matter, Wen Ziming felt guilty and secretly vowed to be nicer to her in the future.

The three were getting ready to set off.

Su Ning: "Wait a minute, I forgot to take something."

Wen Ziming: "What is that?"

Su Ning: "Master's fairy pants can drive away demons and evil spirits. At the critical moment, wearing them on your head can have a deterrent effect."

Wen Ziming: “…” He said that the master was looking for pants today.

At that time, he was still joking: "Master, did you fall on one of your mistresses when you were out?"

"As a teacher, I am a clean and honest teacher. There is no such thing as a messy teacher's wife."

"Tsk."

Now it seems that she is the thief who stole the pants.

Wen Ziming took a deep breath and pulled her back: "Can you wear something like that? Don't steal it again."

"I'm not wearing it myself." Su Ning muttered.

"Who do you want to wear it for?"

"Brother, you." His forehead was black, a bad omen.

"I do not need……"

Finally, Song Shaoqian made a stunning appearance in women's clothing. He winked at them and twisted his slender waist towards them.

Every step she takes is graceful and has a unique flavor.

She was probably hungry.

However, Su Ning soon noticed the bulge on his chest and poked it: "What's stuffed in there?"

You know what, it feels pretty good.

Not only is it bigger than hers, it also bounces around like a big iron ball.

"You want more?" Song Shaoqian shyly slapped her hand away: "I am just a medicine practitioner, and I don't even have this little bit of medicine to make me stronger?"