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Song Shuhang looked up at the sky, again speechless.

In the meantime, Little White was still crouching nearby, drawing on the sand.

Song Shuhang asked, “Were all the plots just now your doing, Senior White?”

When he thought about it, he felt that part of the plot was especially melodramatic.

Little White said, “Time’s up.”

That line again.

Song Shuhang wondered, “What does that mean?”

“We’ve arrived,” Little White replied.

Song Shuhang felt the world start spinning. The desert was gone, and he found himself back in the giant flying sword.

The illusory reality had been canceled.

He looked at Senior White, who was in the driver’s seat, and saw that he had fallen asleep; the flying sword magical treasure was flying on auto-pilot.

Song Shuhang looked at Senior White’s long hair.

His hair was longer than it was before, but it did not reach his waist yet. It reached his back, but it was still above his waist.

It looks like it will reach his waist soon… Song Shuhang pinched his chin and pondered.

“Eh? Shuhang, did you cut your hair?” asked Sixteen.

“Ahem. Due to certain factors beyond my control, I had to cut my hair.” Song Shuhang turned to Sixteen, Senior Turtle, and Lady Onion, and asked, “By the way, Sixteen, Lady Onion, did you also enter an illusory reality just now?”

Sixteen nodded, her face flushing slightly. Her slender fingers twirled her short hair around.

The bashful Sixteen looked especially beautiful.

If it was not for the fact that his body was made of wood at the moment, Song Shuhang’s heartbeat would have definitely sped up.

But the question was, why did she look so bashful?

Song Shuhang was confused.

Lady Onion giggled and said, “Shuhang, I entered your room and saw you sitting on the bed alone. You were saying random lines such as, ‘I’m by your side’ and ‘hit the brakes, there’s a cliff ahead!’ After that, you proposed to me. However, every time you proposed, you would die inexplicably and become a corpse. After spending some time in the illusory reality, half of the room was filled with your corpses. It was scary at first, but it became fun later on.”

Song Shuhang’s eyes widened.

Lady Onion’s experience in the illusory reality was clearly not the same as his.

What she entered should be Senior White’s second illusory reality, the unfinished one.

“Sixteen, were you also put in that version?” Song Shuhang asked, looking at Sixteen. Sixteen replied softly, “Mm-hm.”

“So Sixteen, in the illusory reality you were in, Song Shuhang also proposed to you?” Lady Onion giggled.

Song Shuhang looked up at the sky.

Next to him, Senior Turtle suddenly gestured with its forelimbs and said in a childish tone, “Disgusting, I don’t know who they were, but they called me Little Tortoise! I’m a sea turtle, not a tortoise, and it’s impossible for me to grow long hair!”

“Huh, what? Little Tortoise?” Song Shuhang was so confused that he did not know what expression to show on his face.

It seemed that Senior White’s second illusory reality had changed. Moreover, if there was a proposal, then it should have been that line, right?

(Little White, when your hair reaches your waist, will you marry me?] But apparently, in Senior White’s second illusory reality, that line was changed.

When he saw Sixteen’s blushing face, Song Shuhang could almost imagine the scene.

I’m afraid that the line must have become something like (Sixteen, when your hair reaches your waist, will you marry me?]

For Lady Onion, the name was replaced with Lady Onion. And for Senior Turtle, it was replaced with “Little Tortoise.”

When he thought of this, Song Shuhang’s liver hurt.

With this being the case, if a man got pulled into Senior White’s illusory reality, wouldn’t Shuhang also propose to them?

For example, if a member of the Nine Provinces Number One Group was pulled into Senior White’s illusory reality, something like this would ensue, (Senior Yellow Mountain, when your hair reaches your waist, will you marry me?]

Heavens!

Song Shuhang patted his cheeks with both of his hands.

He did not want to continue thinking about this matter, or he would probably have nightmares.

Regardless, this second illusory reality of Senior White had become quite terrifying.

Next time, he had to watch out and make it so that Senior White did not use it lightly.

His honor was at stake!

Sister White Dragon’s voice sounded. “Shuhang, was that not the illusory reality you experienced?”.

Song Shuhang let out a long sigh. He nodded and said, “I entered the old version of Senior White’s illusory reality, the desert world, and got trampled by a horse’s hoof twice.”

Sister White Dragon said regretfully, “Huh, so you didn’t encounter the same illusion as us. I thought you had experienced the scene of you confessing to yourself.”

She thought that Song Shuhang had cut his long hair short because his other self proposed to him. Unexpectedly, that was not the case.

The corner of Song Shuhang’s mouth twitched.

Sister White Dragon was very kind in the past, and every move of hers carried the gentleness of an older sibling. Song Shuhang began to miss the original Sister White Dragon.

At that time, just hearing the gentle voice of Sister White Dragon would make people feel reinvigorated.

Sister White Dragon’s little claws stretched out. She covered her mouth and said with a giggle, “I was imagining a scene where a Song Shuhang appears out of nowhere and expresses his love to another Song Shuhang. That would definitely be a very interesting scene to witness.

Here, let me narrate it for you.

In the illusory reality, Song Shuhang sat on his bed and said to the other Song Shuhang, [Shuhang, when your hair reaches your waist, will you marry me?]

Then, the other Song Shuhang, who just so happened to have long hair, flung his hair backward and replied, [Okay.].”

Sixteen hurriedly called out, “Sister White Dragon!”

“What a horrible scene to behold!” said Song Shuhang. But suddenly, he paused.

Sister White Dragon winked at him.

“Haha, haha…” Song Shuhang scratched his head. At this time, he did not know what else he could do other than laugh.

At the same time, he could not help but think of the Su Clan’s annual meeting in December.

Senior Turtle raised its forelimbs to its chin. As an expert in psychology, it had guessed a lot from Song Shuhang’s and Sixteen’s expressions.

Lady Onion’s two little hands lay on its turtle shell; she was also in thought.

At this moment, the black-skinned Soft Feather appeared and shouted loudly, “A mountain, a mountain, a mountain!”

Song Shuhang turned his head in confusion.

“A mountain, a mountain! Senior White!” Song Shuhang shouted. He quickly rushed to Senior White’s side and reached out to pat him.

“Buzz-“

Around Senior White, a protective barrier flashed.

Then, Song Shuhang was sent flying away.