Shen Xinglan had expected that Chen Sui would have such a big reaction.
After all, no one can remain calm after seeing their face peeled off, pressed against the window, and showing a crooked and weird smile to them.
Chen Sui's mind was now filled with the word "fuck". She didn't understand why this fairy tale drama suddenly turned into a horror drama. Anyway, she felt suffocated. She could only say that after seeing her own face, she once again had the idea of just dying.
Fortunately, Shen Xinglan's body temperature allowed Shen Sui to slowly regain her composure. She whispered, "Is that thing still there?"
"Well," Shen Xinglan glanced at the window again after hearing what Shen Sui said, "Actually, I think it's quite funny, because your face becomes wrinkled when it's pressed against the window, like a little old man, hahahahaha."
Chen Sui: “???”
Shen Sui's arms were around Shen Xinglan's neck. She slowly tightened her arms, then raised her head and looked at Shen Xinglan with a fake smile: "Come on, say it again if you have the guts."
Shen Xinglan: "...No, I mean, your face is truly as beautiful as a flower and the moon, with a natural beauty. Even if you put it against the window, it would look so bright and charming."
Shen Sui laughed when he heard this.
Although she was aware of her appearance, she couldn't help laughing and felt in a good mood after hearing Shen Xinglan bragging about how beautiful she was, and exaggerating it to the point of exaggeration.
The effect of being in a good mood was that when Chen Sui looked up at the face outside the window again, which had been peeled off by someone unknown, and belonged to him, he had already accepted it calmly.
"Is this how I'm going to die?" Chen Sui muttered softly, "This is too ugly. The idiot who kills me definitely doesn't understand what true art is..."
After hearing all of this, Shen Xinglan said: "..."
He didn't know whether to say that Shen Sui was careless or to question why Shen Sui didn't tell him before, but Shen Xinglan knew very well that even if he asked, Shen Sui would just make up for it with more lies.
"Actually, when I knew I was going to die, I wasn't very scared." Chen Sui said suddenly.
Shen Xinglan was stunned for a moment before realizing that Shen Sui was actually taking the initiative to talk to him about this matter. He cleared his throat: "...But you were still scared just now."
"After all, imagination and reality are different." Chen Sui glanced at the face that was gradually disappearing on the window again, then snuggled quietly in Shen Xinglan's arms, even yawning a little, "Just like my senior brother before and after drinking."
"That's a terrible example you gave," Shen Xinglan said, "It's not like I can't drink."
“Yes, yes, it would be better if you don’t like jumping off a cliff after drinking in the future.” Chen Sui was very perfunctory.
Shen Xinglan: "..."
Shit, I never thought that one day I would be repeatedly criticized for my drinking habits. The key point is that he knows he is in the wrong.
"I've actually been wondering what death is these days," Chen Sui whispered. "It's probably just closing your eyes, not being able to breathe, and then falling asleep forever. It's funny, because isn't immortality what we cultivators pursue?"
"No." Shen Xinglan replied subconsciously.
Then he met the confused gaze of the girl in his arms, who seemed to not understand why he denied it.
But he still spoke slowly and carefully, "Cultivating immortality isn't about achieving immortality. That's just too disgusting."
Shen Sui was stunned.
The violent shaking of the Feixian Boat had slowly calmed down, and then noisy footsteps were heard. Someone came to knock on the door of the private room and asked if Shen Sui and Shen Xinglan were okay.
Shen Xinglan said loudly that it was okay, and the noisy footsteps outside the private room gradually faded away. However, at this time, Shen Sui's heart was filled with uncontrollable waves because of Shen Xinglan's words.
From her previous life to her death, and then to facing the impending death in this life, she has been wondering what death is, but no one has told her the answer.
Perhaps this question itself has no answer, but what if we replace it with the antonym of death?
Isn’t the antonym of death immortality?
Everyone in the world dreams of immortality, saying that an immortal will touch my head and I will be granted immortality by marriage. They also say that the sky and the earth can last forever. The reason why the sky and the earth can last forever is that they do not produce themselves, so they can live forever.
However, Shen Xinglan in front of her gave her a different answer.
Perhaps at that moment, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of the young man's fiery and burning soul.
In fact, Chen Sui thought about it seriously. The reason why she got along well with Shen Xinglan was not because she knew that Shen Xinglan was the son of destiny. She simply resonated with Shen Xinglan to a certain extent.
"Perhaps this is a bit hypocritical," Shen Xinglan lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on the inky black hair of the girl sitting on his lap. "If it's true that cultivating immortality is for the purpose of longevity, then what's the difference between cultivators and ordinary people?"
Shen Sui was stunned.
What Shen Xinglan said makes sense. If the purpose of cultivating immortality is to achieve immortality, then one will still be afraid of death.
Chen Sui suddenly inexplicably recalled a certain scene when Xuan Qing took her to Taiji Sect half a year ago.
When Xuanqing introduced the head of Taiji Sect to her, he said that if she wanted to achieve immortality, she could go and ask the head of Taiji Sect for advice.
But is immortality really that good?
Seeing that Chen Sui had once again sunk into his own quagmire of thoughts, Shen Xinglan couldn't help but sigh. He then reached out and gently rubbed the top of Chen Sui's head: "Alright, stop overthinking it. If you ask me, just stop hiding things from me in the future. Didn't I promise you a long time ago that you wouldn't die as long as I'm here?"
Chen Sui, who had come back to his senses, chuckled softly: "Oh, Senior Brother is indeed worthy of being Senior Brother."
At this time, someone came and knocked on the door of the private room, saying that they could meet up now and prepare to get off the flying fairy boat.
"We're here so soon?" Shen Sui asked in surprise.
"Everything that just happened must have been caused by us escaping the shattered torrent," Shen Xinglan shrugged. "It was all an illusion."
So Shen Xinglan told her not to be afraid.
Chen Sui smiled and climbed up from Shen Xinglan's arms: "It's okay, I suddenly found that being weak seems to be a good feeling."
Shen Xinglan said unhappily, "That's what I mean. You're relying on your weakness to get into my arms."
Chen Sui's eyes were cunning: "Of course, after all, you are my brother."
After both of them had tidied themselves, they left the private room one after the other. The moment they left the room, Shen Xinglan heard Shen Sui scream from behind him.
I thought she was marveling at the prosperity of Kunlun Realm, but she actually said, "The wind is so strong in the sky above Kunlun Realm!"
Shen Xinglan: "..."
He still underestimated Shen Sui.
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