Although Lin Wanrong was a little angry in her heart, she did not regret what she had just done. Killing a beauty was obviously not a pleasant thing to do. If it was "f * ck" her to death, she could still consider it. Lin Wanrong fully unleashed the spirit of Ah Q, fantasizing about Xiao Qingxuan in his heart to comfort his wounded heart.
However, he was wet all over and his body was boiling hot. He was seriously injured and poisoned. Even if he wanted to fuck her to death, he only had the heart, not the strength.
Fortunately, the place where he came ashore was not far from where Lin Wanrong was currently staying. Moreover, the sky was getting dark, so he did not have to worry about anyone discovering his whereabouts.
Lin Wanrong observed his surroundings. Seeing that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he gritted his teeth and dodged along the way, persevering as he walked towards his residence. Along the way, no one noticed him at all. The girl with the surname Xiao didn't seem to have any intention of searching for him in the city. Only then did Lin Wanrong relax.
As soon as he arrived at the door of his home, Lin Wanrong could no longer hold on. He collapsed weakly on the ground, gasping for breath.
An old black figure slowly walked to Lin Wanrong and said in a hoarse voice, "You're back."
His pupils were empty, as if they had been dug out by someone, revealing two empty flesh holes. It looked a little scary.
Lin Wanrong had been with him for nearly a month, so he was not as afraid as he was at the beginning. He nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Wei. I just went out for a walk, but I didn't expect to almost lose my life."
Ever since he had been with Uncle Wei, he had always been honest with him. Of course, his true origins were excluded because that was too hard to accept and imagine.
Uncle Wei didn't say anything. He slowly squatted down and placed two fingers on Lin Wanrong's pulse. He frowned for a while before he removed his wrist and answered, "You've been poisoned. It's a chronic Muscle Softening Powder. Although it won't kill you, your whole body will turn purple and weak within four hours. You'll recover in twenty-four hours."
When Lin Wanrong heard that the poison wasn't fatal, he immediately let out a long sigh of relief. He thought to himself, 'That girl of yours hasn't gone to the extreme.' But thinking back to the situation in the water just now, if the poison had taken effect at that time, wouldn't he have died? Thinking of this, he felt a little scared.
"As for your internal and external injuries, you only need to rest for a few days to recover," Uncle Wei continued. Although he couldn't see, he could tell the condition of Lin Wanrong's external injuries with just a few touches.
Hearing that his life could be saved, Lin Wanrong was in a much better mood. The external injuries were secondary, and the pain seemed to have lessened a little. Of course, it was very likely to be a psychological effect.
Uncle Wei pressed Lin Wanrong down and said, "Bear with it. I'll pull out the small arrow in your body."
Lin Wanrong was stunned for a moment and said with a bitter face, "Uncle Wei, don't you have anesthetics? Such a rough way doesn't suit civilized people like us. "
Uncle Wei was stunned and asked, "What is anesthetics?"
He didn't expect that the technology in this world was so backward. Had the gods like Li Shizhen and Hua Tuo not appeared yet? It seemed that he was going to have to suffer. Lin Wanrong asked unwillingly, "It's to make my shoulder lose feeling temporarily, and then you pull out the arrow. In this way, I won't feel any pain."
Uncle Wei shook his head and said, "I've never heard of such a drug. There is a knockout drug. Do you want to try it? "
Lin Wanrong hurriedly shook his head. Taking a knockout drug with his eyes open? What a joke. Even if he wasn't sick, he would still get sick.
Uncle Wei handed over one of his stinky shoes and said, "Bite this."
Lin Wanrong hurriedly said, "No need, no need." He looked around and found two thread-bound books and bit them. Then, he looked at Uncle Wei and said vaguely, "Come on."
Uncle Wei was about to make his move when he heard Lin Wanrong shout, "Wait —" Seeing that Uncle Wei was "looking" at him with a face full of doubt, Lin Wanrong smiled embarrassedly and said, "Uncle, go easy on me. That's my flesh and blood."
Uncle Wei nodded. Lin Wanrong thought of the girl who had harmed him, and his heart was filled with rage. He had already cursed the girl's eighteen generations of ancestors.
At this point, there was no use being afraid. Lin Wanrong's face showed a determined look.
Uncle Wei lightly held the golden arrow with both hands. With a little force, the arrow fell into his hands. Lin Wanrong bit the book tightly. His face was pale and beads of sweat rolled down, but he didn't make a sound.
Uncle Wei nodded. His face was full of praise. He didn't expect Lin Wanrong to have such a tough bone.
Lin Wanrong grew up in a mountain village by the Han River. He had the fortitude and indomitable character of a village child. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get into Peking University as the top student in the city. He couldn't treat the poison by scraping the bone, but he endured the pain of pulling out the arrow. He gritted his teeth and endured it.
Uncle Wei pulled out the golden arrow and handed it to Lin Wanrong. Lin Wanrong turned it over and over to examine it.
The arrow was made of pure gold. It was exquisitely made, and there was a graceful seal script "Xuan" engraved on the arrow.
Thinking back to the woman who called herself Xiao Qingxuan, Lin Wanrong understood. This chick's name was Qing Xuan. As for Qingxuan, it was just a homonym.
"Xiao Qingxuan, Xiao Qingxuan — —" Lin Wanrong softly repeated. The name was indeed very elegant. Just by hearing the name, one could tell that she was a person.
This chick made me see blood, so I must make her see blood too. He would seek revenge for the smallest grievance and haggle over every ounce. This was the way to deal with this chick. Lin Wanrong's lips curled into a cold smile.
When Uncle Wei heard Lin Wanrong repeat the name, a strange look flashed across his face. "Xiao Qingxuan? Are you sure her surname is Xiao? "
Lin Wanrong couldn't confirm her surname, but Qing Xuan was her name, so it shouldn't be fake.
Uncle Wei said again, "Wanrong, tell me everything that happened when you met her today."
Uncle Wei was the first person Lin Wanrong met after coming to this world. He was the one who personally rescued Lin Wanrong from Xuanwu Lake. His gratitude was needless to say. Lin Wanrong told him everything that happened by the lake and the conversation between him and Xiao Qingxuan.
Uncle Wei listened with a surprised look on his face. It was obvious that he admired Lin Wanrong's wisdom.
When he read the poem, Uncle Wei was even more surprised. "Wanrong, did you really write this poem?"
That day, he took advantage of the annual vacation to visit Mount Tai with his colleagues. That hateful chick forced Lin Wanrong to carry three or four people's luggage. After the rain, Lin Wanrong slipped and fell into the sea of clouds. Then, he was inexplicably sent to this completely different world and landed in Xuanwu Lake.
If it weren't for Uncle Wei who happened to pass by and rescue Lin Wanrong, perhaps Lin Wanrong would have died. Therefore, Lin Wanrong had a deep sense of gratitude and respect for Uncle Wei. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have lied to him about this matter.
However, Lin Wanrong also knew that the people in this place had an almost crazy obsession with ancient poetry. In order to avoid unbearable trouble, Lin Wanrong had to bite the bullet and said, "Yes, Uncle Wei. I found this by chance when I was visiting the lake. I've made a fool of myself in front of you."
Uncle Wei sighed and said, "Wanrong, I've been with you for more than a month. In this month, you've been sitting in a daze all day, talking about things like traveling and the company. I've never seen you read a book of poetry. It's only recently that you've gone out for a walk. I thought you didn't like poetry, but I didn't expect that you already have a ravine in your mind. But just based on these few sentences, none of the so-called scholars and beauties in the world can be compared to you. "
Lin Wanrong's old face turned red. Xiao Qingxuan had also mentioned this to him once. At that time, he accepted it calmly. Now that he was being praised by his benefactor, he was indeed a little embarrassed.
However, Lin Wanrong didn't feel that he was shameless at all. Inexplicably coming to this place, he must have something with him. These could be regarded as God's compensation to him.
Speaking of shamelessness, the chairman's daughter who caused Lin Wanrong to be so miserable was the most shameless.
Thinking of that hateful girl, Lin Wanrong suddenly had the tendency to go berserk again. He hurriedly controlled his emotions, sucked in his stomach, lifted his buttocks, and calmed down. Compared to this hateful girl, Xiao Qingxuan was considered cute.
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