MTL - Portable Space: The Peasant Princess-Chapter 1201 The war is coming (1)

Chapter 1201 The war is coming (1)

Today's Qingyou Town looks a little more depressed than before. Dark clouds cover the moon and the earth is pitch black.

There was not even a breath of wind around, but the chill was even worse than before.

The woods outside Qingyou Town were extremely quiet, and the cries of midnight snacks could be heard from time to time, adding a bit of horror to the entire forest.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sound of tiny footsteps suddenly came from the originally peaceful forest. If you listened carefully, the tiny footsteps were superimposed together, and it seemed like there were insects crawling on the dead wood.

However, when someone looked carefully, they saw that there was no one anywhere, not even a ghost.

“Gu girl, do you think anyone from Yan Mo is here?”

 There are several figures hiding in a large and dense tree.

Ruan Xiong looked into the distance from the tree, but saw nothing but darkness and the sound of approaching sounds.

At the side, Gu Panxia Zhu’s lips curled up slightly, nodded and whispered: “They are Yan Mo’s people, and there are quite a few of them.”

 “Do you want to take action?”

Ruan Xiong spoke in a low voice again, but saw Gu Panxia shaking his head slightly in the darkness.

 “There’s no hurry yet.”

Although Ruan Xiong couldn't see anyone, he could tell the direction of those people from the faint sounds.

After a while, I heard the sound of soft footsteps again not far away, but this time, I could clearly see the figure of the person coming.

 Almost all the people in the trees have excellent night vision, so even in the dark night, they can still see clearly what they are wearing at a glance.

Those people are almost all uniformed in white and yellow clothes, which are the disciple uniforms that symbolize the Gate of Light.

Bei Ming poked his head out to take a look, and whispered in surprise: "Hey, the people from Guangmen are here too."

 Gu Panxia looked at the number of Guangmen disciples, there were only fifty in total, but the number of people she saw in other courtyards that day was ten times more than this.

She whispered: "They should leave in batches."

 It seems that her guess is right, these people want to surround Qingyou Town from all sides.

"Ira, you take twenty people to follow them, and I will take the remaining people to the other side."

 In the darkness, a woman's cold voice, deliberately lowered, suddenly came.

 This sound was not unfamiliar to Gu Panxia. Looking to the side through the branches and leaves, he could clearly see Shangguan Rong standing at the front.

I just heard Yi La say angrily: "Shangguan Rong, who are you? I tell you, I am the second boss now, don't talk to me in the tone of you giving orders to your subordinates."

"Shut up! If you keep making noise, I won't mind killing all the people in your Guangmen first."

Not far away, a man suddenly walked out, covered in black robes. Like all Yamas, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

As soon as the hoarse voice fell, Shangguan Rong and Yi La subconsciously took a few steps back.

“Remember, we Yamas don’t like to get in the way of others. If you dare to talk too much, don’t blame us for being rude!”

 After the man warned again, he disappeared into thin air in an instant.

 “You, you take the people to follow them, and I’ll take the others to the other side!”

After Yi La finished speaking, before Shangguan Rong could refute, she had already led thirty people in another direction.

On the tree, Lu Yuan tapped Bei Ming's shoulder a few times with his hand. Bei Ming secretly nodded to him, ducked, and followed the direction of Yi La and others leaving like the wind.

Shangguan Rong subconsciously looked in the direction Bei Ming left, but at this moment, a night owl suddenly landed on a nearby tree, and then made a panicking cry.

 “It turns out to be a bird.”

She muttered something, but heard a hoarse voice coming from the darkness: "Let's go."

After hearing this, she hurriedly waved to the others, gesturing for them to follow.

The disciples of Guangmen could not see the figure of Yama, and they relied entirely on the sound of tiny footsteps to identify their direction.

 (End of this chapter)