Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 455 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (21)

Zhao Zhao stood up, flicked the sand away from her hands, and said in a muffled voice, "What?"

Si Yi smiled gently and beckoned to him, "Come to my side."

Seeing this, the people around him kindly made way for him.

Seeing that the Sword Lord treated this young man exceptionally well, they all smiled kindly at Zhao Zhao without prior arrangement.

"Whose son is this? He's so handsome."

“Cultivation level... Hmm, she is indeed beautiful.”

These cultivators who dared to venture into the Illusory Realm were all highly skilled and proud individuals. They were arrogant and looked down on someone like Zhao Zhao, who was considered a waste. At this moment, they only praised her appearance a few times out of respect for Si Yi before falling silent.

Zhao Zhao grinned, putting on a fake smile that couldn't be more fake. As soon as she walked to Si Yi's side, he patted her head.

Zhao Zhao: ...The Hand of the Devil.

Two days ago, Zhao Zhao might have suspected that the hands on his head might twist his head off, but today he no longer had such concerns.

He looked up, annoyed, and said, "Why did you call me here?"

Si Yi didn't argue with him, his smile still glued to his face. He introduced Zhao Zhao to the group of cultivators who came to curry favor with him, saying, "This is my junior brother, Mu Ze Zhao."

Someone exclaimed in surprise, "Is he the son of Sect Leader Mu?" They couldn't help but take a few more glances at the expressionless young man.

Si Yi nodded, "That's right." He gently tapped Zhao Zhao's head, looked down at her and smiled, "Zhao Zhao, quickly greet the senior." He maintained a polite demeanor that was impeccable.

Although they look young, they are actually in their fifties or sixties, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them seniors.

Although Zhao Zhao didn't like that they cared about him because of his senior brother and father, what could he do? He was indeed a useless person who could only rely on others, and he had to accept his fate because he was incompetent.

He greeted everyone politely and exchanged a few simple pleasantries. Si Yi then led him away from the center of the crowd, and the two of them went to a small corner to wait for the opening of the Illusionary Netherworld.

During this time, many people arrived one after another. Among them, several senior brothers and sisters from the Phoenix Spirit Sword Sect also came to this place. After they met Si Yi in a small corner, they were tricked by him into leaving.

People came and went in the small corner, but in the end only Zhao Zhao and Si Yi remained.

Given that Si Yi had lied to him several times before, Zhao Zhao turned his back to him, not wanting to talk to anyone, and kept chatting with the system in his mind.

With no one bothering him, Si Yi crossed his arms and leaned against a sand pillar, closing his eyes to rest.

The atmosphere between the two was rather tense.

Si Yi really didn't want to deal with his temper, after all, she felt that she had been too lenient with Zhao Zhao.

"Goo~"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhao's stomach rumbled in the air...

Si Yi sighed inwardly, but put on a smile again: "Junior brother, there are no inns here, and where are the fasting pills?"

Zhao Zhao was playing in the sand out of boredom when he replied, "Okay, I'll eat it later." He really disliked the fasting pills; he hated them even more than eating plain rice.

If I had known, I would have had his father pack up the Manchu Han Imperial Feast in a storage bag and take it away.

Zhao Zhao was annoyed by the miserable life he was living when a shadow appeared in front of him. Si Yi stood in front of him, still wearing that fake smile, even though they were far away from the crowd.

He held a pill the size of a soybean in his long, slender, fair fingers and offered it to himself. Knowing that Si Yi was urging him, he muttered his dissatisfaction under his breath, but obediently took it and ate it, complaining, "Ugh, awful."

Zhao Zhao glanced at Si Yi's expression secretly, and for some reason, she felt that Si Yi was someone she could mess with today.

Thinking to himself that Si Yi was quite good at maintaining his persona, if it had been at the Sword Sect a couple of days ago, he probably would have given him a hard time.

Zhao Zhao's feelings were complicated, and so was Si Yi's. He wanted to strangle Zhao Zhao, but he also wanted to beat him to death.

However, a pang of conscience and a vague sense of guilt were preventing him from having any such idea.

Looking at the arrogant Zhao Zhao, Si Yi smiled but regretted it in her heart, thinking she should have just let him starve to death.