Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

She was a golden phoenix that had flown out of the mountains. Normally, when she returned, she would put on airs. Now that she had finally managed to borrow it, she really didn't want to return it at all.

"I'm a little reluctant to part with it! What if it breaks? I just bought it."

Huang Qingyou shook her head and refused.

"I promise I won't break it... You know, this is my wedding! The first big event of my life, please take care of me!"

Qian Xiaole clasped her hands together and looked at Huang Qingyou pleadingly.

Huang Qingyou's expression was also very hesitant.

"How about this, you go ahead and buy it, I'll give you a discount, after all, it's your wedding, a major life event!"

"..."

When Qian Xiaole heard what she said, he was speechless.

"Fine, I'll give it back to you!"

Qian Xiaole shrugged, took the duffel bag out from under the bed, and then took out her clothes from inside.

Huang Qingyou also put the contents of her black suitcase into her own luggage bag.

After finishing all that, she looked at Qian Xiaole and smiled, "Xiaole, you're not angry, are you?"

"Of course I'm not angry, this was originally yours!"

Qian Xiaole gave a dry laugh and then shook her head.

"Then I'm relieved. We're still good friends!"

Huang Qingyou smiled again, climbed back up, and went to cultivate.

Qian Xiaole was down below, so angry she felt like she was going to vomit blood.

Time on the train passed quickly.

After getting off the bus, I boarded another bus.

After a bumpy two-hour ride, the bus came to a stop on a large expanse of yellow earth.

"Where is your home?"

Huang Qingyou looked at the endless expanse of yellow earth, although she knew that it would still be some distance to get to Qian Xiaole's house.

But it just tickled Qian Xiaole a little.

“I just texted Zhao Gang, and he will send someone to pick us up.”

Qian Xiaole smiled slightly, but a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

The two stood and waited for half an hour until the tractor that was supposed to pick them up finally arrived.

The two got on the tractor, and after another swaying motion, they finally arrived at Qian Xiaole's house.

Her house wasn't very nice, so Qian Xiaole gave her the room she used to live in, and she went to sleep with her mother.

Her father and her brother slept in the same room.

Huang Qingyou slept alone in a room, and she was quite content.

It's good that they don't bother us.

So, for the next few days, Huang Qingyou stayed in his room practicing internal energy cultivation techniques. Except when he went out to eat, he stayed in this room the whole time.

Qian Xiaole was too lazy to bother her, so naturally she didn't ask any more questions.

Finally, the day of Qian Xiaole's wedding arrived. Huang Qingyou took out a black t-shirt from her bag, put it on, and wore simple jeans. She went to Qian Xiaole's room.

Although the wedding was held in the countryside, Qian Xiaole still bought a wedding dress to wear, after all, it was her first wedding, and this was quite necessary.

"Huang Qingyou, what do you mean by this?!"

Qian Xiaole was talking to some of the women in her village about her experiences in the city when she suddenly saw Huang Qingyou walk in wearing a black t-shirt.

What does this mean? She's getting married today, and she's wearing black. Isn't she just bringing bad luck?