Lin Wanrong was somewhat annoyed in her heart, but she didn't regret what she had just done. Killing a beauty wasn't exactly a pleasant thing to do. Lin Wanrong fully exercised the Ah Q spirit and comforted her wounded soul by imagining good things about Xiao Qingxuan.

  His eyes were sunken and his whole body was wet and soggy, his body burning like fire, both seriously injured and poisoned.

  Fortunately, the place where he landed was not far from Lin Wanrong's current temporary residence, and as the sky grew darker, there was no need to worry about anyone discovering his whereabouts.

  Lin Wanrong looked around cautiously, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, gritted his teeth and continued to make his way home, avoiding detection along the way. No one paid attention to him on the road, and it seemed that Xiao's little girl didn't intend to search for him in the city, only then did Lin Wanrong put his mind at ease.

  As soon as he arrived at the entrance of his home, Lin Wanrong couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a thud, panting heavily.

  An old black shadow slowly walked in front of Lin Wanrong and said in a hoarse voice: "You're back."

  His pupils were empty and hollow, as if they had been dug out by someone, revealing two empty holes that looked a bit terrifying.

  Lin Wanrong had been with him for nearly a month and was no longer as afraid as he was at the beginning, so he nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Wei, I just went out for a walk, but I didn't expect to almost lose my life."

  He has been frank with Mr. Wei since they met, of course, except for his true origin, because it is really too difficult to accept and imagine.

  Wei Da Shu didn't say a word, slowly crouched down, and placed two fingers on Lin Wan Rong's pulse. After a moment of furrowed brows, he withdrew his hand and replied: "You've been poisoned, it's chronic soft tendon dispersion. Although it won't be fatal, within two hours, your entire body will turn dark purple, and you'll feel weak and lethargic. It'll take twelve hours to recover."

  Lin Wanrong heard that the poison was not fatal, and he let out a long sigh of relief. He thought to himself, "That little girl hasn't gone too far after all." But thinking about his situation in the water earlier, if the poison had taken effect at that time, wouldn't he have been done for? Thinking about this, he felt some lingering fear.

  "As for the internal and external injuries you've sustained, just rest for a few days and you'll recover." Wei Da Shu continued to say. Although his eyes couldn't see, he touched a few times and understood Lin Wan Rong's external injury situation.

  Hearing that his life could be saved, Lin Wanrong's mood improved a lot, and those external injuries were secondary, the pain also seemed to decrease a bit, of course, this was likely a psychological effect.

  Wei Da Shu pressed down on Lin Wan Rong and said: "Bear with it for a moment, I'll pull out the small arrow from your body."

  Lin Wanrong was taken aback and said with a bitter face, "Uncle Wei, isn't there any anesthesia? This rough method is not quite suitable for civilized people like us."

  Wei's uncle was stunned and asked: "What is anesthesia?"

  I didn't expect the technology in this world to be so backward, haven't Li Shizhen and Hua Tuo appeared yet? It seems that I have no choice but to endure the pain. Lin Wanrong asked reluctantly: "Is it just going to make my shoulder numb temporarily, and then you'll pull out the arrow, so I won't feel any pain?"

  Wei Da Shu shook his head and said: "I've never heard of such a medicine. There is anesthetizing agent, do you want to try it?"

  Lin Wanrong hastily shook his head, with eyes wide open, taking the medicine? You must be joking, even if there's no illness, you've managed to create one.

  Wei Da Shu handed over one of his smelly shoes and said: "You bite onto this."

  Lin Wanrong hastily said, "No need, no need." He looked around and found two thread-bound books to put in his mouth, then looked at Wei Da Shu vaguely and said, "Come on."

  Uncle Wei was about to take action, but heard Lin Wanrong let out a long cry: "Hold on——" Seeing Uncle Wei's puzzled gaze at himself, Lin Wanrong smiled awkwardly and said: "Uncle, go easy on him, that's my flesh and blood."

  Wei Da Shu nodded, Lin Wan Rong thought of that little girl who had caused her own misfortune, and her heart was filled with rage, she had already cursed the little girl's ancestors for eighteen generations.

  When it comes to the crunch, being afraid is useless. Lin Wanrong's face showed a determined look instead.

  Wei Da Shu's hands lightly grasped the golden small arrow, and with a slight effort, the arrow fell into his hand. Lin Wan Rong tightly bit onto the book, her face pale, sweat dripping down, but she didn't make a sound.

  Wei Da Shu nodded his head, his face full of admiration, seemingly not expecting Lin Wan Rong to have such a strong backbone.

  Lin Wanrong grew up in a mountain village by the Han River, with a strong and resilient personality like many rural children. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been admitted to Peking University as the top student in the city. He couldn't do anything about the poison in his bones, but he gritted his teeth and endured the pain of pulling out the arrow.

  Wei Da Shu handed the golden arrow he pulled out to Lin Wan Rong's hand, and Lin Wan Rong turned it over and examined it repeatedly.

  This small arrow is made of pure gold and exquisitely crafted, with a delicate seal script "Xuan" character engraved on the body of the arrow.

  It suddenly occurred to her that the girl who had introduced herself as Xiao Qingxuan earlier was actually called Qingyuan, and "Qingxuan" was just a homophone.

  "Xiao Qingxuan, Xiao Qingxuan..." Lin Wanrong murmured softly to herself, this name was indeed very elegant, just hearing it made one imagine the person.

  This little girl made me see blood, I must make her see blood too. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, that's how it should be done to this little girl. A cold smile floated up at the corner of Lin Wanrong's mouth.

  Wei Da Shu heard Lin Wan Rong mention this name, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face: "Xiao Qingxuan? Are you sure her surname is Xiao?"

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  What's her surname, Lin Wanrong couldn't confirm, but Qingxuan is her name and it shouldn't be fake.

  Wei Da Shu said again: "Wan Rong, you tell me the whole story of how you met her today."

  Wei Da Shu was the first person Lin Wan Rong met after coming to this world. He personally rescued Lin Wan Rong from Xuanwu Lake, and the gratitude he felt is self-evident. Lin Wan Rong then told him in detail about what happened by the lake today and his conversation with Xiao Qingxuan.

  Wei Da Shu listened with a look of surprise on his face, apparently also admiring Lin Wan Rong's high theory.

  When he read those lines of poetry, Wei's uncle's face showed even greater astonishment: "Wan Rong, did you really write this poem?"

  On that day, taking advantage of the annual leave, Lin Wanrong and his colleagues went on a trip to Mount Tai. That annoying girl forced Lin Wanrong to carry three or four people's luggage, and after the rain, Lin Wanrong slipped and fell into the clouds, then inexplicably was sent to this completely different world, landing in Xuanwu Lake.

  If Wei Dabo hadn't happened to pass by and saved Lin Wanrong, he would have died long ago. So Lin Wanrong had deep gratitude and admiration for Wei Dabo, and it wasn't right to deceive him about this matter.

  But Lin Wanrong also knew that the people in this place had a nearly crazy pursuit of ancient poetry, and to avoid unbearable trouble, Lin Wanrong could only force himself to say: "Yes, Uncle Wei, this is what I occasionally got while touring the lake, and it's embarrassing for you to see it."

  Wei Da Shu sighed and said, "Wan Rong, I've been with you for over a month now. During this time, you've been sitting around all day, muttering about traveling and companies, but never once have I seen you read a single poem or book. It wasn't until recently that you started going out and taking walks. I thought you didn't like poetry, but it turns out you had a deep understanding of it all along. Based on these few lines, none of the so-called talented scholars and beauties of today can compare to you."

  Lin Wanrong's face turned bright red. Xiao Qingyuan had also mentioned this to him once before, and at the time he had accepted it calmly. Now, facing his benefactor's praise, he actually felt a bit embarrassed.

  But Lin Wanrong didn't feel the slightest bit of shame. Having come to this place for no reason, she should at least have something to rely on; these things could be considered as God's compensation to her.

  If you want to talk about shamelessness, then the one who made Lin Wanrong's life so miserable is the most shameless.

  Thinking of that detestable little girl, Lin Wanrong suddenly had the urge to explode again. He quickly controlled his emotions, took a deep breath, and calmed down. Compared to this detestable little girl, Xiao Qingxuan was lovely by comparison.