"It's unfortunate for you two guests that we don't have any vacant rooms at the inn at the moment."

In the inn lobby, Zhao Zhao, who was pulling Si Yi's arm, heard this and a look of shock flashed across his handsome face, "What?! No room again?!"

Si Yi was about to leave when Zhao Zhao, without a second thought, simply hung onto him and turned to ask, "Do you know of any inns nearby where we can accommodate people?"

Before this, they had asked several inns, and without exception, all were full.

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

The waiter said, "The streets and alleys next door are prosperous, so there should be quite a few inns." After saying that, he hurried away to greet the guests.

Zhao Zhao was in tears. They had just come all the way from the next street to find this remote alley. But after Si Yi gave in for the first time, the inn turned out to be so unreliable that there was not a single spare room.

When Si Yi dragged him out of the inn, he stood on the street and watched the vendors gradually packing up their stalls. He remembered something and patted Si Yi's arm, saying, "Didn't you just buy me a candy figurine?"

"Where's the candy?" He needed delicious food to comfort his lost mood.

"It melted."

Zhao Zhao:?

Si Yi's expression turned from gloomy to bright. Without saying anything more, he grabbed Zhao Zhao's collar and was about to leave. "Let's go, let's continue on our journey."

Si Yijun was in a good mood with a gentle smile on his face, looking like a decent person. Zhao Zhao sighed. There was no reason to delay, so he had to agree.

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

He spoke those few words in a half-hearted voice as if he was about to die. Seeing this, Si Yi's eyes flashed with a smile.

......

Standing on the speeding Fengming Sword, Zhao Zhao pulled Si Yi's sleeve and looked at the tiny house below in a daze. He hadn't taken a good look at the outside world for a long time.

The night wind was indeed quite cool. When the cold wind blew, Zhao Zhao suddenly regained consciousness and another idea flashed through his mind.

“Ouch!”

"Senior Brother, my head hurts so much, I seem to be sick!" Zhao Zhao's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. He covered his head and pretended to have a headache, looking at Si Yi, who really had a splitting headache but had an expressionless face.

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

Si Yi said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on the boy who seemed unwell. When he met his clear eyes, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Can immortal cultivators get sick too?"

Zhao Zhao: ...

"Of course, only cultivators at the Golden Core stage and above will not be tormented by illness. Have you forgotten?"

"I forgot." When he was as old as Zhao Zhao, he had already formed a pill and naturally forgot about it.

Si Yi really slowed down the flying speed of Fengming Sword. He observed the road conditions in the human world, slowly stopped the sword, and looked at the young man who suddenly jumped up and down when he stepped onto the land of the human world. A hint of doubt flashed in his dark pupils.

"Junior brother, are you well again?"

Zhao Zhao: ...Oh no!

".....I'm not well yet." He instantly felt like a frost-bitten eggplant. He walked to Si Yi's side, but suddenly his legs went weak and he fell on him.

This was the first time they were so close. Smelling Si Yi's pleasant fragrance, Zhao Zhao weakly called out, "Senior Brother, cough cough."

Si Yi's body froze for a moment, and then his expression slowly turned cold. "Who allowed you to come close to me? Go away."

He raised his hand to hold Zhao Zhao's shoulders, and just as he was about to push her away, Zhao Zhao's arms wrapped around his neck, and the distance between them closed again.

Zhao Zhao didn't know where she got the courage to lean on this psychopath, but since she did, she just let it go.

Si Yi's entire body tensed up. He slowly clenched his fist around Zhao Zhao's shoulder, staring down at her long black hair. He sneered, "She's so fragile she'll fall down at the slightest gust of wind."

He spoke with disdain, took out a pill from his storage bag and was about to stuff it into Zhao Zhao's mouth.

Zhao Zhao was shocked and quickly stepped out of his arms, saying vigilantly, "What are you going to give me to eat?" The last incident with the poisonous insect had left a shadow on him.

"It's a pill. High-grade healing medicine to cure your minor ailment. It's really a bargain for you."

Without waiting for Zhao Zhao to resist, Si Yi forced his mouth open and stuffed the medicine in.

He curled the corners of his mouth at Zhao Zhao, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and he said softly, "Are you feeling better?"

It is hard to associate the young man, who is cool, elegant and gentle as jade under the moonlight, with the ruthless character who fed poisonous insects to Zhao Zhao without hesitation.

Zhao Zhao's eyes were dazed for a moment, then she immediately woke up, knowing clearly that Si Yi was pretending again.

He also smiled, looking into those deep eyes, his brows curved, "Thank you, senior brother, I'm much better now." He was not sick in the first place.

But how could this illness be cured so quickly? Zhao Zhao was so upset that she couldn't even cry.