Chapter 2024: Different experiences, different illusions
Song Shuhang looked up at the sky. Little White remained crouched in the desert, tracing lines in the sand with a twig.
"Did you make up the whole plot on the spot, Senior White?" Song Shuhang suddenly asked again.
After turning it over in his mind, he still felt that certain parts of the plot were rather peculiar.
"Time's up," Little White said.
That line again?
"What time?" Song Shuhang asked in confusion.
"We've reached our stop," Little White replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shuhang felt the world spin around him. The Passionate Desert dispersed, and he was back inside the flying sword artifact.
The real illusion had been dispelled.
He immediately looked toward Senior White in the driver's seat... only to find that Senior White had fallen asleep slumped over the seat at some point. The flying sword artifact was flying on autopilot.
Song Shuhang then looked at Senior White's long hair.
It had yet to reach his waist, but it was longer than last time. Its ends now hung below his back, just above his waist.
Looks like it's almost waist-length, Song Shuhang thought, rubbing his chin.
"Huh? Shuhang, did you cut your hair?" Su Clan's Sixteen asked beside him.
"Ahem. Due to various irresistible forces, I cut my long hair off." Song Shuhang turned toward Sixteen, Senior Turtle, and Onion Lady, asking, "By the way, Sixteen, Onion Lady, did you enter the real illusion just now?"
Su Clan's Sixteen nodded gently. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she wound her short hair around her slender fingers.
The bashful Sixteen was breathtakingly beautiful.
Had he not currently had a wooden body, Song Shuhang's heartbeat would definitely have changed.
But the question was, why was she acting bashful?
Song Shuhang