Wuwu Xianhai, People Are Forced to Become Immortals in College

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Your eyes are so red. Did you get sand?" Wang Qianwan was sweating profusely and was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt. It was October and the temperature was not low, but the wind picked up at night, causing passers-by to tighten their coats. "Ruoxi, let's go to the Park Road..." After speaking, he wiped his sweat and looked behind him warily. The man was still there and turned around. Wang Wanwan was not sure whether he was in a hallucination or an attempted time travel. But the first thing is to get rid of this person.