His expression turned incredibly strange for a moment.
Thinking to myself, Lord Eleven really lives by the principle of not wasting anything; the person is almost dead...
But no matter how you look at it, this kind of behavior seems rather inhumane.
Several people patted Xiao Jianren on the shoulder, their eyes filled with sympathy.
Xiao Jianren immediately became anxious: "You must have misunderstood. It's definitely not what you think."
"It's okay to lie to your brothers, but it's not good to lie to yourself. We know how you feel right now." The other silver medalists felt even more sympathetic at this moment, and several of them were a little envious. After all, who wouldn't like a colleague as outstanding and beautiful as Zhang Zitong?
Xiao Jianren's face darkened: "You don't understand Lord Eleven. I believe he is not that kind of person. And even if it is really as you think, he must have been saving Miss Zhang, or had other intentions. He was definitely not infatuated with beauty."
The others chuckled awkwardly, feeling they had made a fool of themselves, and stopped trying to comfort him.
At that moment, a loud cry came from inside the house, and then all was quiet again.
The group felt their hearts pounding and their mouths going dry. They also felt it wasn't appropriate to stay there, so they all went out to leave their leader some private space.
Xiao Jianren hesitated for a moment, then went out the door. However, he did not go far, but stayed in the courtyard to prevent anyone else from approaching.
At this moment, Zhang Zitong was covered in sweat, her hair clinging tightly to her skin. She looked at the man beside her with a flushed face, her expression a mixture of shock, shyness, and embarrassment.
Zuan withdrew his fingers: "Alright, although the residual poison hasn't been completely cleared, you should be out of danger. With proper rest for a while, you should be able to make a full recovery."
"What... what kind of trick is this? How can it even cure such a deadly poison?" Zhang Zitong added in her mind, especially considering the embarrassing side effects.
Her voice was a little hoarse; it was hard to tell if she had just overused her voice.
Just now, as a woman, she displayed the most unbearable "humiliation" in front of a man.
If the other person were her lover, it would be fine, but strictly speaking, he was just a stranger, and she didn't even know what he looked like.
Zuan was also somewhat embarrassed. The third level of the Primordial Chaos Scripture could help detoxify to some extent, but the side effects were indeed very obvious. It could easily make a woman's body many times more sensitive than usual, as if...
He coughed lightly: "None of that matters. I'm curious, back then, the seventh-ranked gold medalist saved you and trained you. He was incredibly kind to you. You even mentioned that you regarded him as your godfather. Why did you betray him and end up killing him?"
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