I feel so good after dressing up as a peasant girl

"Shuanzi, go and give those two brats two more stabs each."

"Okay, Brother Mao!"

The young man who responded walked to Gu Wenxuan's side, holding his old hatchet with several notches on it, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

"Oh, this girl woke up so quickly." The young man said as he hurriedly raised the worn-out hatchet in his hand. The blade pointed from top to bottom, directly at the right side of Gu Wenxuan's neck.

Gu Wenxuan endured the pain from the back of her neck, supported herself on the ground with one hand, and quickly jumped to the side.

The young man missed the target with his knife and he said "ouch" subconsciously. He readjusted his knife grip and complained to his companion, "Brother Hou, what's wrong with you? How come this girl's skills are even better than before..."

With a snap, the young man with a broken neck stopped his complaints.

It turned out that Gu Wenxuan, who had jumped up swiftly, had quickly circled to his side while he was talking nonsense, and broke the young man's cervical vertebra with a clean move.

The young man's three accomplices were dumbfounded. Just as the dead young man said, Gu Wenxuan's skills were indeed more agile than when she fought with them just now.

They were in a daze, but Gu Wenxuan was not. Almost subconsciously, she snatched the hatchet from the young man's hand. Then, the one-eyed man, whom the young man called "Brother Hou", had his carotid artery cut by the hatchet she threw.

Blood gushed out, and "Brother Hou" stared at his one eye in disbelief and fell backwards.

Gu Wenxuan did not continue to pursue while the iron was hot, because she suddenly realized that she seemed... not only to have become shorter, thinner, and darker, but also to have become weaker.

"Ghost... Mao, Brother Mao, it's a ghost!!!" The young man standing on the other side of "Brother Mao" finally came to his senses. He first murmured in a low voice, and then screamed. After screaming, he turned around and ran away without waiting for "Brother Mao" to react.

"Brother Mao" was brought back to his senses by his shout, and his movement to run away was no slower than his. The two of them turned around almost at the same time and started running as fast as they could in sync.

In the distance, the wind carried the wheezing voice of "Brother Mao", "You, boy, in broad daylight, where did this ghost come from?"

The young man, who was also running and panting, readily changed his words and said, "Then, God, God."

The exasperated "Brother Mao" said, "Will you speak?"

That black girl is a god, so what are those who want to kill her? Is there any way to survive?

The more "Brother Mao" thought about it, the angrier he became. He kicked the young man so hard that he staggered.

Gu Wenxuan, who did not catch up, said:

She stared at "Brother Mao" who had slowed down his running speed in the distance for a while, and saw that after kicking her little brother, he strode forward again, and had no intention of ambushing or causing trouble. Only then did Gu Wenxuan feel relieved.

She endured the pain from the back of her neck and quickly looked around.

The mountains were covered with fresh green, and the breeze blowing on the face brought a hint of coolness. The words "early spring" quickly appeared in Gu Wenxuan's mind.

The season was right, but her dark, thin and short body, as well as the overly peaceful outdoor environment, really made Gu Wenxuan a little confused and shocked.

This body is not hers. In her memory from childhood to adulthood, there are no such ordinary flowers, plants and trees that are short, motionless in the wind, and look honest and obedient at first glance.

Just as she was thinking, Gu Wenxuan suddenly heard a rustling sound.

She looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a thin young man wearing a patched coarse cloth shirt, with blood slowly dripping down his forehead. He was staggering and trying hard to get up from the ground.

Gu Wenxuan quickly scanned the boy from head to toe. The boy was slender and looked to be only about twelve or thirteen years old. In addition, his head was covered in blood and it was very difficult for him to get up from the ground. It was obvious that he did not have the ability to threaten Gu Wenxuan's personal safety.

The alarm was lifted and Gu Wenxuan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but something that looked very familiar to her made her tense again.

It was a round Qilin jade plaque. Although it had changed from its original warm, delicate and lustrous milky white color to its current grayish white color that looked lifeless and unattractive, its shape and patterns were familiar to Gu Wenxuan.

She narrowed her eyes and looked straight at the young man.

The young man had now noticed that the jade token had slipped from his body and fallen into the grass because of his actions.

He froze in his tracks, and after a moment, he slowly squatted down with shaking hands, and carefully picked up the Qilin jade token covered with tiny cracks from the grass.

"Oh no, how could this happen? I clearly..." He muttered to himself while holding the jade token, two tears silently slipped down from his eyes and fell into his palm. "No, that's not right, how can I still be alive? I...this, this is not me."

The boy changed his observation from the jade token to the hand holding the jade token, and then extended his observation from the hand to the clothes, shoes and his slightly thin body.

Because the shock was so great, he didn't even notice that Gu Wenxuan, who was standing quietly behind him, had been observing him closely.

"Bai Jingzhou?"

Suddenly hearing someone calling his name, Bai Jingzhou subconsciously turned his head. When he saw clearly that there was a person standing quietly behind him, he subconsciously frowned slightly, "You..."

He has realized that his current body is not his original one, so Bai Jingzhou was cautious and did not ask questions like "Who are you? Do you know me? Do you know my old self or my current self?"

Gu Wenxuan took two steps forward and asked, "How are you? Do you feel any pain anywhere besides your forehead?"

The familiar tone, expression, and walking posture made Bai Jingzhou less vigilant and more filled with what he considered to be crazy expectations and fantasies.

He endured the discomfort of dizziness, tinnitus, nausea and vomiting and looked at Gu Wenxuan, "I think I sprained my ankle, and I also have mild concussion symptoms. How about you?"

Gu Wenxuan touched the back of her neck with her dark, thin right hand, which was covered with fine cuts and calluses. "Only the back of my neck has been hurting. The rest are minor skin injuries."

After a pause, she asked again, "Did your mother tell you about the origin of your jade tablet?"

Bai Jingzhou's heart beat faster and he felt nervous.

This person was able to call out his name, and his tone, expression and walking posture were all very familiar to him. Most importantly, this person also knew that the jade plaque was left to him by his mother.

He did not answer Gu Wenxuan's question, but opened his thin lips and slowly uttered a name, "Gu Wenxuan?"

"Uh...it's me." Gu Wenxuan's expression was a little complicated. She touched her nose and nodded obediently to the "creditor".

Bai Jingzhou's expression was also complicated. He seemed to want to cry, but also to want to laugh. He murmured in disbelief, "Is it really you?"