Quick transmigration to punish scumbags, have a child to inherit everything from them

The arrow gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Lu Jingyan couldn't dodge in time, and the arrow pierced his shoulder, instantly staining his battle robe with blood.

Lu Jingyan remained calm, glanced in one direction, broke the arrow in half, and then collapsed as if he were exhausted.

"Brother Zhang, he fell down after being shot by an arrow, should we still chase after him?"

A henchman, his eyes gleaming with unease, glanced at the spot where Lu Jingyan had rolled down and hesitated before asking a question.

"Chase him! Why don't we chase him? He was hit by my arrow, and that arrow was poisoned. Our boss is dead. If we don't seize this opportunity to capture this man and negotiate with the prefect, we're afraid we'll all be wiped out."

Zhang San narrowed his eyes, a ruthless glint in them, and led his men down the mountain via a different route.

As for Lu Jingyan, although he rolled down, he chose the right direction and used the weeds and branches to reduce the impact.

When he landed on the back mountain of Baiyun Temple, his body was in excruciating pain from the arrow wound, but he was still conscious.

Exhausted, he avoided the crowds at Baiyun Temple and found a seemingly deserted courtyard.

But upon entering, he saw a woman in a light blue gauze dress kneeling with her back to him. The woman seemed to hear a noise behind her and turned around to stand up.

Just then, a ray of sunlight shone through the window and fell on the woman's face. Her skin was as smooth as jade, her eyebrows as beautiful as distant mountains, and her almond-shaped eyes held a touch of holiness.

"Fairy?"

This made Lu Jingyan, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, think for a moment that he was seeing a fairy descending to earth. He stood there stunned, forgetting the pain in his body, and just stared blankly at the woman in front of him.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Lu Jingyan felt a little anxious as he listened to the gentle and clear voice that sounded like spring water in spring. He also saw that the fairy seemed not to be afraid at all and was walking quickly toward him.

He tried to pull himself together to respond to her, but his consciousness went blank, and he slowly collapsed.

But just as he was about to lose consciousness, he felt himself fall into a warm embrace, followed by a woman's urgent calls, as if she was trying to wake him up.

It seems that what happened just now was not a hallucination, but he has completely lost consciousness.

"It's so heavy!"

Liang Qiuli looked at Lu Jingyan, who had collapsed onto her shoulder and completely passed out, and muttered a complaint inwardly.

However, she knew this was not the time to relax. The blood flowing from Lu Jingyan's wound was not the normal red, but had a strange dark purple tinge, which meant he had been poisoned.

Liang Qiuli half-dragged and half-helped the person into the house, and after letting Lu Jingyan lean against a pillar, she began to treat her wounds.

First, with a heavy heart, he carefully pulled the arrow with its broken head from Lu Jingyan's shoulder.

Despite her gentlest movements, Lu Jingyan's brows furrowed in pain, and a faint groan escaped his lips, but he remained unconscious.

He then took out a sharp dagger from an inconspicuous little bag, heated it with a lit candlestick, and used the dagger to carefully remove the rotten flesh around the wound.

She wiped away most of the blood with her embroidered handkerchief until it returned to its bright red color, and then used a piece of her skirt to bandage the wound.

After all this, Liang Qiuli finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. If Lu Jingyan had died here, her subsequent plans would have been impossible to continue.

"who are you?"

At this moment, Lu Jingyan opened his eyes with difficulty, whether due to pain or something else.