Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 449 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (15)

Zhao Zhao was extremely depressed. Even after Si Yi took him to the inn, he still seemed to be lost in thought.

"boom!"

Zhao Zhao looked up and saw Si Yi slamming the bowl and chopsticks on the table, giving him a hard look. "Junior brother, eat."

Zhao Zhao snapped out of her reverie, glanced at the food on the table with her lowered eyes, and frowned, saying, "I'm not hungry anymore."

Si Yi: "?"

“Yes, that’s right, the food isn’t to my liking,” Zhao Zhao put down her chopsticks and said sadly, “none of it is what I like to eat… Speaking of which, I miss my dad.”

Si Yi laughed angrily, grabbed Zhao Zhao by the collar, and said coldly, "Alright then, we haven't gone very far yet, how about I take you back to the sect?"

Zhao Zhao shrank her neck and waved her hand, saying, "Then let's forget about it."

"Gurgle~" He stared at the fish on the table for a long time, his stomach growling with hunger, and he tried to reach for his chopsticks.

Hmm, it's hard to swallow.

Zhao Zhao swallowed a mouthful of rice, silently evaluating the situation in her mind.

Si Yi didn't want to bother with Zhao Zhao anymore, after all, it was already good enough that he was given food, but... seeing the boy in front of her just burying his head in eating rice, she suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

He stared at Zhao Zhao, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself. When Zhao Zhao looked up, he firmly shut his mouth again. After doing this several times, Zhao Zhao impatiently slammed the bowl down on the table, glared at him, and said, "Senior brother, what exactly do you want to say?!"

"It's nothing," Si Yi said calmly, taking a sip of tea.

Even when facing him, the boy in front of him remained arrogant and haughty, and he even felt sorry for him.

"Are you finished eating? If you are, hurry up and leave."

Seeing Zhao Zhao put down his chopsticks and stare blankly, Si Yi, annoyed by his dawdling, reached out and pulled the boy up by the arm.

Zhao Zhao struggled to stay, pointing to the setting sun outside the window with a bright smile: "Senior brother, the sun is about to set, how about we stay at this inn for the night?"

"No way." Si Yi refused decisively, threatening, "The secret realm is about to open. If you delay the trip and ruin my plans, be careful my poisonous insects will kill you with pain."

He wondered if he had lost his mind to agree to take this troublesome person to a remote secret realm.

Seeing how much Si Yi cared about this matter, Zhao Zhao couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who exactly is in the Illusionary Netherworld that makes you so persistent?"

"What I'm obsessed with isn't people, but demonic beasts." Si Yi grinned, thinking of something amusing: "Legend has it that in the once-in-a-century Illusionary Netherworld, there is a very powerful demonic beast that has killed countless cultivators. Since it's so ferocious, of course I have to go and see for myself."

As the youngest and most talented Sword Master, Si Yi has spent his life searching for powerful opponents. He loves fighting and the thrill of teetering on the edge of life and death.

Unfortunately, as his cultivation level improved, very few things could defeat him.

Looking at Si Yi's wicked smile, Zhao Zhao rubbed the goosebumps on her hands. Thinking about how Si Yi would have suicidal thoughts in the Illusionary Netherworld in the plot, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.

He had to stop Si Yi from committing suicide no matter what, and avoiding the suicide plot point—the Illusory Realm—was the safest way. So Zhao Zhao planned to use delaying tactics to miss the opening time of the realm.

Zhao Zhao blinked, looked at Si Yi and whispered, "Can't we really rest?"

"Ha!" Seeing that his attitude hadn't softened at all, Zhao Zhao used her trump card—

"Senior brother, please, I'm so tired."

"I'm still a novice in the Qi Refining stage, senior brother. How about we just rest for one night? One night won't take too long."

Zhao Zhao yawned, rubbed her legs and hands, looking extremely tired.

Si Yi suddenly realized that the person in front of her was just a useless Qi Refining stage cultivator, and he probably couldn't handle such a high-intensity journey.

He regretted bringing this troublesome fellow along again, and his desire to send Zhao Zhao back to the Phoenix Spirit Sword Sect reached its peak.

Suddenly, he looked at Zhao Zhao and smiled gently, "Junior brother."

Zhao Zhao immediately perked up, as if she had seen a ghost, and quickly took a big step back, saying in horror, "Senior brother, is your mental illness so unstable? Has it relapsed again?"

Si Yi: ?

He resisted the urge to strangle Zhao Zhao and said softly, "Junior brother, you have indeed suffered on the way today." Zhao Zhao nodded quickly, "It's good that you know."

"You should go back to the Sword Sect. Your master must miss you." Get lost and don't delay his business.

"Do not."

Zhao Zhao refused, and Si Yi's expression immediately changed. She said coldly, "Why? Get back here right now!"

"I'm not going back! Besides, I've already told my father that I won't return to the sect until my cultivation level improves!"

This kid is really a nuisance and a nuisance. Ever since Si Yi met him, her heart has never been at peace. Now, listening to his noisy shouting, her head started to ache again.

Si Yi frowned, her slender fingers gripping the Phoenix Cry Sword tightly. She silently endured her discomfort, her expression remaining blank as she looked at Zhao Zhao, her eyes filled with impatience and disdain.

Zhao Zhao refused to leave, continuing to shovel his rice into his mouth. He ate with a pitiful expression, occasionally glancing up at Si Yi, who was staring at him intently.

He silently conversed with the system in his mind: "This guy's emotions really fluctuate a lot."

【Um. 】

"Si Yi is definitely mentally ill. If we want to stop him from committing suicide, we'll probably have to treat his mental illness."

The system chuckled, "Aren't you worried he might kill you due to his mental instability?"

Zhao Zhao was fearless: "Whether I die sooner or later, I'm used to it."

He feared the mission failing more than death.

A transmigrator exists solely to complete missions, and their entire life will be unconditionally dedicated to this.