Chapter 3921 — The Reason for Letting Her Go
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"You!" Murong Zhen was instantly furious, but thinking of the other's strength, she could only swallow her anger and say, "Fine. I stand corrected."
She had still hoped to seize the chance to feign repentance and start anew; given Shangguan Lan'er's naive, childish nature, there might have been an opportunity to draw closer to her and make it easier to strike later. But now, having taken that blow from Wei Zhao, she abandoned the notion on the spot.
Shangguan Lan'er might be childish and laughable, but Wei Zhao was not necessarily as childish. If she stayed here playing such tricks now, she might well be slapped to death by Wei Zhao—and then she would be weeping with no grave to cry at.
Watching Murong Zhen's bedraggled back as she fled, Wei Zhao could not help sighing. He said to Shangguan Lan'er, "That woman has a viper's heart. After what I did today, I truly do not know whether it was right or wrong. From now on, you had best be on your guard."
"Mm, I know." Shangguan Lan'er nodded obediently, then suddenly caught on and bared her claws: "I'm your little senior sister, you know! If even you know it, would I, your senior sister, not know? What exactly do you mean by that, little junior brother—are you looking down on your senior sister?"
"Ah? Wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare!" Wei Zhao broke into a sweat at once. This little girl really did change her face from one moment to the next.
"That's more like it... Ouch!" Shangguan Lan'er proudly brandished her fist, but the motion pulled at the wound on her shoulder, and the pain struck so sharply that tears came to her eyes.
A moment ago her attention had all been on Murong Zhen, so the injury on her shoulder had not seemed so bad. But now, looking at it, not only was the wound a horrifying sight, the waves of agony radiating from it were enough to make one's scalp prickle.
Shangguan Lan'er was no ordinary young miss; at the very least she was a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage, and ordinary hurts were nothing to her. But this wound had been left by Murong Zhen's Phantom Finger: after striking her shoulder, the technique had not only ground the flesh, but the fingers had been fitted with claw tips bearing sharp barbs. It was venomous in the extreme.
Even a peak expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage might not be able to bear such outrageous agony, let alone a pampered young miss like Shangguan Lan'er.
Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched. He hurried forward to examine her wound and found it deep enough to expose bone. Fortunately, there was no sign of poison.
"Come, let's find somewhere hidden. I'll treat your wound." Wei Zhao scooped up the dazed Little Curly Bear at his side and at once led Shangguan Lan'er away.
After all, this place was not far from the Half-Moon Lake. If he lingered too long here, he could not guarantee that the terrifying existence which even that ghostly thing feared might not suddenly attack him. Even if its true body could not move, its vine whips or the puppets it fashioned might well be able to reach this place.
Finding a hollow tree, Wei Zhao began treating Shangguan Lan'er's injury. With the power of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, healing a wound like this on her shoulder was no trouble at all.
Still, the process was agonizing in the extreme. To keep this young miss from crying out in pain and drawing some unnecessary trouble, Wei Zhao had no choice but to think up topics of conversation to distract her.
"Little senior sister, you surely understand the principle of pulling the weed out by the roots. With such a good opportunity just now, why did you let Murong Zhen go?" Wei Zhao asked.
The question was not purely to distract her; Wei Zhao himself was genuinely curious.