Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 447 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (13)

Zhao Zhao kept track of the time, and before dawn, he arrived at Yongqi Palace with hurried steps.

At that moment, Si Yi was leaning against the soft couch by the window, lost in thought. He neither slept nor cultivated all night, just wasting time out of boredom. He was hidden in the darkness, appearing inexplicably lonely.

The dark palace doors and windows were tightly closed, without a trace of light. The quiet environment made the knocking at the door all the more noticeable, and Si Yi's blank eyes finally focused.

He turned his head inch by inch toward the door, a handsome smile curving his face, and finally, he seemed to come alive again.

"Knock knock knock!"

The disordered knocking was tinged with impatience, revealing the person's unease. Si Yi then slowly got up, picked up the Phoenix Cry Sword beside her, and walked unhurriedly toward the door.

"Senior Brother! Where are you?!" Damn it, did you sneak off?!

Over here, Zhao Zhao was startled by her own wild thoughts. Just as she was about to kick the door, the heavy, intricately carved door suddenly opened. There she saw Si Yi, who had changed back into a simple black outfit. Her slender fingers held the Phoenix Cry Sword, and she walked towards her with a "malicious" smile.

After Si Yi revealed her true colors to him, Zhao Zhao felt that Si Yi's smile was unusually sinister and had ulterior motives.

He even felt that the Phoenix Cry Sword might strike him at any moment, so he took a small step back and said with a forced smile, "Senior brother, you're pretty quick."

As soon as the sarcastic remark was uttered, Zhao Zhao couldn't help but want to slap herself. She carefully raised her eyes and saw that Si Yi's expression was indifferent, as if she had returned to the serious look she had when they first met.

"Let's go." Si Yi didn't say much. She threw the Phoenix Cry Sword into the air and was about to fly upwards when Zhao Zhao grabbed her sleeve.

Zhao Zhao looked melancholy and said, "I don't know how to fly a sword yet. Senior brother, please teach me."

"it is good."

So easy to talk to? Zhao Zhao even suspected that he had been possessed.

The two flew quietly for a while, and after leaving the Phoenix Spirit Sword Sect for some distance, Zhao Zhao's true nature was revealed, and she could no longer pretend to be well-behaved...

"Senior brother, senior brother, can't you hear me? I'm hungry! I want to eat!!"

Zhao Zhao hugged Si Yi's waist, and seeing that he was flying faster and faster on his sword, she wished she could twist his waist off.

"Senior brother! We've arrived in the human realm! Let me down for dinner!!!"

"It's so noisy!"

Zhao Zhao felt a sharp pain in her wrist. Si Yi pried his hand away, keeping their slightly intimate distance within a reasonable range. His dark eyes were cold, and he looked extremely irritable.

He asked with disdain, "Aren't you a cultivator? Can't you take a fasting pill when you're hungry?"

Zhao Zhao: "I can't swallow the fasting pills, I don't want to eat them!"

From childhood to adulthood, his meals were always carefully prepared by his father, so he naturally had no appetite for dry pills.

"Then let you starve to death." Si Yi smiled slightly, turned around and continued to control the Phoenix Cry Sword to fly forward, showing no intention of stopping.

Staring at the back of the man's head, Zhao Zhao gritted her teeth. If looks could kill, Si Yi would have died a hundred or eighty times over.

Helpless in order to get a meal, Zhao Zhao used both soft and hard tactics, begging and threatening him, until Si Yi finally lost his patience and had no choice but to take him to the human world.

Most of the journey to the Mystic Realm will take place through the human realm, which is perfect since Zhao Zhao's meals can be taken care of there.

Two handsome, tall young men dressed in black walked down a bustling street, attracting everyone's attention. Zhao Zhao smiled at every young man and woman who looked at him, instantly winning the hearts of many.

Gradually, the two were surrounded by mortals.

"Young master, what is your surname? Are you married?"

"Hey young friend, where did you buy that outfit? It doesn't look cheap."

"Little brother, you're so handsome..."

They surrounded Zhao Zhao and Si Yi, asking them questions left and right, finding everything about them fascinating. Zhao Zhao responded enthusiastically, engaging with everyone, whether the questions were directed at him or not.

"My surname is Mu, you can call me Zhaozhao... As for the clothes, my father gave them to me, I don't know where he bought them. Also, thank you for the compliment, sister. You are very pretty too... Hey sister, don't touch it, this sword is sharp, be careful not to hurt your hand." He smiled kindly, was handsome, and had a very good temper at the moment, which made a large group of girls stop just to say a word to him.

Zhao Zhao really enjoyed the atmosphere. She was so happy that she didn't even feel hungry and chatted enthusiastically with the other humans.

Si Yi, on the other hand, couldn't keep up his feigned smile after a few attempts. He simply stopped pretending, crossed his arms with his sword, and waited impatiently for Zhao Zhao to emerge from the group of women.

Zhao Zhao is a simple-minded child. After being questioned a few more times by the girl, he wanted to tell her everything.

However, cultivators are forbidden from mentioning their true identities in front of mortals. Seeing this, Si Yi stepped through the crowd and pulled the outspoken man out.

"Hey, senior brother, what are you doing?"

"Let me go."

Zhao Zhao angrily pulled her hand away from his, saying, "I was just happy to chat with them for a bit, why did you pull me away so quickly?"