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

The young man frowned and slowly stood up from the grave: "I just said it casually, but you actually took it seriously?"

Who would stay up late at night and go to a mass grave to take a shit?

"Oh." Su Ning said, this young man doesn't look like a casual person. He definitely wouldn't do something like going to a mass grave to take a shit.

"So you're not here to poop."

"of course not."

The young man had a face full of resentment, and it was obvious that he was unsatisfied.

She was in a strange world where she was unfamiliar with the place. The senior brother she had met once was a completely unscrupulous person. It would be better for her to have more friends and more options.

Su Ning walked up to the young man and slapped him on the back.

"Boy, what's your name?"

The young man was so weak that he almost flew out after being hit by her. "Do you want me to be buried immediately?"

This is a mass grave. Just wrap the people in clothes and throw them here.

It saves you the trouble of digging holes.

"Sorry." Su Ning touched her nose.

The young man glanced at her before introducing himself: "My name is Song Shaoqian."

"..."

It's a big trough.

This sickly guy turned out to be Song Shaoqian, a direct disciple of the Wutan Sect and a master practitioner of medicine. All the aphrodisiacs, big and small, in the world of cultivation came from his hands.

But the book doesn't describe him as a sickly person.

Is this another hidden disease?

"What's your name?" Song Shaoqian asked back.

Su Ning said nonsense in a serious tone: "The world is so big, you can lie down however you want. My name is Sophie, remember that."

She was afraid of the aphrodisiac he had on him.

Anyway, it was just a one-time encounter, and after tonight they wouldn't see each other again.

"Ah...!" Song Shaoqian screamed.

Su Ning thought he was so adoring of her because of her domineering introduction that she screamed. She stretched out her hands and pushed back her hair on both sides.

She looks like a spirited little sister.

"Calm down, calm down. I know I'm handsome, but you..."

The words are not finished yet.

Song Shaoqian pushed her away. Due to her unstable center of gravity, Su Ning knelt in front of a tombstone. She raised her head and looked at the tombstone affectionately.

On the tombstone: My master who died young.

It seems that the person who erected this tombstone was a man of temperament.

"What are you doing?" Su Ning looked at the culprit who pushed her and was about to ask for an explanation, but her attention was attracted by the thing in Song Shaoqian's hand.

"Ah this...you come out to poop and bring midnight snacks?"

In Song Shaoqian's hand was a wilted duck, lying motionless in his hand, and it seemed that it had been slaughtered.

"What midnight snack?" Song Shaoqian hid the duck behind him and warned her not to have any bad thoughts: "It's my baby."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red and his voice gradually became choked: "But the master sat on him to death, sat him to death!"

"Hahaha... I'm dying from sitting on it. How big is your master's butt..."

Su Ning laughed so hard that tears came out.

Song Shaoqian felt very aggrieved: "You are still laughing, you are not allowed to laugh."

A baby that I raised with my own hands.

He was sat on to death by his master.

Suddenly thinking of something, Su Ning pointed to the tombstone where she had just knelt and asked, "Did you erect the tombstone for the master who died young?"

"You discovered all this." Song Shaoqian admitted frankly.

Su Ning: “…” The master is kind and the disciple is filial.

After all, they knew each other. To help the duck that was killed by sitting on it, Su Ning said seriously: "Let me see if it can be saved."

I don’t know if I can save her.

But it's edible, and it's better than wasting it by burying it in the soil.

"Really?" Song Shaoqian asked innocently, not doubting her evil intentions at all, and handed the duck brother with his head hung down to her.

"real."

Su Ning made repeated assurances, and looked at the duck with drooling eyes.

She reached out to take Brother Duck and said hello to Song Shaoqian: "Wait for me here, you will have a treat later."

"Uh... I'll revive your baby for you later."

I almost let it slip.

Fortunately, he looked stupid and couldn't react for a while.

After a while, Su Ning smelled the fully cooked duck brother, and swept away the depression of being thrown into the mass grave, and ran to share it with Song Shaoqian.

"Brother Song, come and have a midnight snack."

"Midnight snack?" Song Shaoqian raised his head and made eye contact with the roasted treasure in her hands. As a grown man, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"You actually roasted it? You vicious woman!"

After saying that, he snatched the treasure from her hand and was about to throw it into the pit and bury it.

Seeing the duck in her mouth flying away, she threatened: "If you dare to throw it, I will dare to take off your pants. Anyway, I just took off someone else's pants."

He's an idiot.

Wouldn’t it be nice to stay and eat meat? You can tell at one glance that you’re a silly boy who has never been hungry.

Hearing this, Song Shaoqian turned back stiffly, his handsome eyes filled with disbelief: "Do you want to hear what you are saying?"

"What's the matter?" Su Ning said confidently.

"Oh, so you are as perverted as me. You also like to take off other people's pants." Song Shaoqian hugged his chest, too lazy to pretend.

The whole thing has a sloppy and perverted feel.

Su Ning's face darkened: "Equally perverted? Like both?"

Does she know something?

Play is play, joke is joke, but don’t make fun of your sister Ning.

Snatching the duck from his hand, Su Ning kicked him into the grave: "Stay away from me, you wretched old man."

Song Shaoqian: “…” Who was the first to be obscene?

"Do you want some?" He was offering the meat, so she couldn't just let him sit there and watch. Besides, she wasn't the kind of person who would eat alone.

Song Shaoqian turned his head and said with backbone: "Even if I, Song Shaoqian, starve to death and am buried in the ground, I will not eat a hair of my baby."

"Pretentious." Su Ning gave him two words.

Just as I was about to take a bite of duck meat to calm my nerves, a gust of wind blew in front of me.

The duck in her hand disappeared.

"It smells really good." Song Shaoqian showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"No." Looking at him eating like he hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, Su Ning couldn't understand: "Where's your backbone? Didn't you say you wouldn't eat?"

"Food is dead, people are alive."

"You should leave some for me, since you are a refugee."

"I am a gentleman in distress."

"..."

The two men were fighting over someone else's grave, and they were just about to bring up the things on the grave and give each of them a big sinus.

After eating and drinking, Song Shaoqian lay on someone else's grave and asked quietly.

"Which sect are you from?"

This area is under the jurisdiction of the four major sects. Other inferior sects cannot enter at all. She should be a disciple of these four sects.

In short, it is impossible that it belongs to his Wutan Sect.

"Do you want to marry into our clan?" Su Ning looked him up and down.

Song Shaoqian disagreed: "Forget about marrying into the family. Seeing that you are not doing well, I guess there is no good person in your sect."

"You're quite good at guessing." Su Ning agreed with his words and asked, "If you don't marry into the family, what are you going to do?"

"You ate my baby, so you have to do me a favor?"

"What help?" Su Ning asked alertly.

There is a saying that goes, the weasel pays a New Year's visit to the chicken with no good intentions.

"Don't be nervous." Seeing her vigilance, Song Shaoqian comforted her: "I'm going down the mountain tomorrow, and I'm short of someone to carry my things."

Originally, this difficult task had always been undertaken by his junior fellow apprentice.

But my junior brother fell into a ditch and broke his bones.

"No problem." As Su Ning had just arrived, he also wanted to go down the mountain to take a look.

"Can you fly with a sword?" Song Shaoqian asked his purpose and stated in advance that he was half the reason why his junior brother jumped into the ditch.

The entire sect knows about it.

Whoever's sword he sat on would bring disaster, so no one took him.

Seeing that his fox tail was exposed, Su Ning looked at him doubtfully: "Don't tell me you can't fly with a sword?"

"Studying."

"..."

"Can you?" he asked again.

"I haven't tried it." This was her first time here, so she really had never tried it before. But she had a secret weapon: "But I have something cooler than flying a sword."

"What?" Song Shaoqian looked gossipy. Is there anything cooler than flying a sword?

"Just wait at the sect gate tomorrow morning." Su Ning wanted him to be the most handsome guy: "Remember to wear something to cover your face."

"why?"

"I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed and thrown out of the cultivation world."

"..."