Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 450 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (16)

"Unfortunately for you two guests, our inn is currently full."

In the inn lobby, Zhao Zhao, who was tugging at Si Yi's arm, exclaimed in shock upon hearing this, "What?! No rooms available again?!"

Si Yi was about to leave when Zhao Zhao, without thinking, clung to him and turned to ask, "Do you know of any inns nearby where I can stay?"

Before this, they had inquired at several guesthouses, and without exception, they were all fully booked.

That's strange, are all these inns doing so well?

The waiter said, "The streets and alleys next door are bustling; there should be quite a few inns there." After saying that, he hurried off to attend to the guests.

Zhao Zhao was on the verge of tears. They had just found their way from the main street to this secluded alley, but after Si Yi made an unprecedented concession, the inn was uncooperative and didn't have a single spare room.

When Si Yi dragged him out of the inn, he stood on the street watching the vendors gradually packing up their stalls. Remembering something, he patted Si Yi's arm and said, "Didn't you just go to buy me a sugar figurine?"

"Where's the candy?" He needed some food to soothe his disappointed mood.

"It's melted."

Zhao Zhao: ?

Si Yi's expression brightened, and he said nothing more. He grabbed Zhao Zhao by the collar and was about to leave. "Let's go, let's continue on our way."

In a good mood, Si Yijun wore a gentle smile and looked quite respectable. Zhao Zhao sighed, having no reason to delay, and had no choice but to agree.

"Then... let's go..."

He spoke those few words in a deathly, almost breathless voice, and a smile flashed in Si Yi's eyes when she saw this.

......

Standing on the speeding Phoenix Cry Sword, Zhao Zhao tugged at Si Yi's sleeve and stared blankly at the tiny houses below. It had been a long time since he had properly looked at the outside world.

The night wind was quite cool, and the cold wind suddenly brought Zhao Zhao back to her senses, and another idea flashed through her mind.

"Ouch!"

"Senior Brother, my head hurts so much! I think I'm sick!" Zhao Zhao's eyes flashed with a sly glint. He covered his head and pretended to have a headache, looking at Si Yi, who was actually having a splitting headache but had no expression.

"It must be the cold night wind that made me sick. Senior brother, let's stop and rest for a while."

Si Yi remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on the seemingly unwell boy. Meeting the boy's clear eyes, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Do cultivators also get sick?"

Zhao Zhao: ......

"Of course, only cultivators at the Golden Core stage and above are free from the torment of illness, have you forgotten?"

"I forgot." By the time Zhao Zhao was that old, he had already formed his core, so naturally he had forgotten about it.

Si Yi indeed slowed down the flight speed of the Phoenix Cry Sword. He observed the road conditions in the human realm, slowly stopped the sword, and looked at the boy who suddenly became lively and energetic after stepping onto the land of the human realm. A trace of doubt flashed in his dark pupils.

"Junior brother, are you better now?"

Zhao Zhao: ......Oh no!

"...Not yet." He instantly wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, walked to Si Yi's side, and suddenly his legs gave way, causing him to fall onto Si Yi.

This was the first time the two of them had been so close. Smelling the pleasant fragrance emanating from Si Yi, Zhao Zhao weakly called out, "Senior brother, cough cough."

Si Yi froze for a moment, then her face slowly turned cold. "Who gave you permission to come up here? Get away."

He raised his hand to support Zhao Zhao's shoulder, and just as he was about to push her away, Zhao Zhao's arm wrapped around his neck, and the two of them were closer together again.

Zhao Zhao didn't know where she got the guts to lean on this lunatic, but since she had already done it, she might as well let it go.

Si Yi tensed up, slowly clenching her fist on Zhao Zhao's shoulder. She looked down at Zhao Zhao's long, black hair and sneered, "She really is so frail, she would fall over with a gust of wind."

He spoke with disdain, then reached into his storage bag and took out a pill, intending to stuff it into Zhao Zhao's mouth.

Zhao Zhao was shocked and quickly stepped out of his embrace, asking warily, "What are you going to give me to eat?" The incident with the poisonous insects had left him with a lingering fear.

"Pills, high-grade healing medicines are really too good for you to use to cure your minor ailment."

Before Zhao Zhao could resist, Si Yi forcibly pried open his mouth and stuffed the medicine in.

He smiled slightly at Zhao Zhao, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face, and said softly, "Are you feeling better?"

The aloof, refined, and gentle young man under the moonlight is hard to reconcile with the ruthless character who unhesitatingly fed Zhao Zhao poisonous insects.

Zhao Zhao's eyes glazed over for a moment, but she immediately snapped back to reality, clearly knowing that Si Yi was faking it again.

He smiled back, looking into those deep eyes, his eyebrows curving into crescents, "Thank you, senior brother, I feel much better." He wasn't sick to begin with.

But how could this illness heal so quickly? Zhao Zhao wanted to cry but had no tears.