PFC Chapter 253 A Face Delivered to Your Door
Chapter 253 A Face Delivered to Your Door
Dark clouds swallowed the last ray of moonlight, and the campfire flickered, casting long shadows of the patrolling soldiers.
The night was deep, but the tents were brightly lit, as if afraid that something might sneak in through the darkness, so bright that every crevice was clearly visible.
Even such bright light could not stop a certain ghostly figure.
As the night wind suddenly rose, the patrolling soldiers were blinded by the sand and dust blown up. The flames on the brazier flickered, and a white shadow flashed by, rushing towards the densest part of the crowd.
At the same time, a figure that had been waiting patiently also seized the opportunity and quietly followed the white figure ahead into the night...
"Peach Fairy sent a reply saying that she has led her army to assemble outside Jinlin, and is just waiting for the prince's order to launch an attack and take down the Holy Sun Sect in one fell swoop."
Xuanfeng finished reading the secret letter in his hand, let out a long sigh, and then placed it on the candlestick to burn it out.
"Now we just have to wait for good news from Uya."
"Hmm," Chu Ling responded in a deep voice.
Although he didn't say anything more, just that one word in his response, with its slightly upturned tone and smiling lips, was enough to show that he was in a particularly good mood tonight.
Not only did she remove her disguise, but she also somehow obtained a basin of clean water and was now slowly wiping her body.
Water droplets flowed down the taut muscle lines, gradually gathering into puddles on the ground.
With all the filth washed away, Chu Ling regained his usual elegant and handsome appearance.
Just as he finished wiping his body and was about to change into clean clothes, a very slight disturbance suddenly came from outside the cave.
Chu Ling paused, even though he had caught that aura faster than the other two, he didn't react for a long time, only silently deepening the smile on his lips.
As the aura drew ever closer, Xuanfeng and Menglan suddenly became alert. Just as they drew their weapons to go out and investigate, a white figure suddenly floated in.
The newcomer was slender with red lips and white teeth. Her face was covered with a thin layer of powder, and at first glance, she looked just like a pale-faced, wandering ghost.
The moment they met, Meng Lan, who couldn't see clearly, was so startled that her hand trembled. Just as she was about to throw a hidden weapon, she heard Xuan Feng's sarcastic voice—
"I thought you were out there having fun with other women and had forgotten all about your wife who was waiting for you at home."
Xie Yan: "..."
For a moment, I didn't know if you were insulting me or your prince.
Meng Lan, realizing what had happened but still distracted, thought: What wife? So the prince is the wife?!
Xie Yan ignored the two of them and walked straight toward Chu Ling, who was not in a hurry to put on his clothes at the moment.
With his back to the two of them, he raised his hand and wiped his face. With that movement, his face skin fell silently to the ground.
Seeing this, Xuanfeng's mind stirred, and just as he was about to step forward to investigate Xie Yan's true identity, he saw Chu Ling cast a casual glance at him—
The word "out" is written on the left eye, and the word "go" is written on the right eye.
Xuanfeng, heartbroken by his prince's love-struck behavior, could only swallow back the words he was about to say and considerately dragged Menglan, whose worldview had been completely reshaped, out of the cave.
The candlelight was dim, and the cave was dark, but it couldn't block the two people's intertwined gazes.
Xie Yan walked up to Chu Ling and immediately noticed the wound that was hidden by his loose hair.
He leaned closer and placed his hand next to the wound on Chu Ling's shoulder. "Does it still hurt?"
"Seeing you makes the pain go away."
Chu Ling smiled and shook his head. The next moment, he took Xie Yan's hand and pulled her into his arms.
A warm chest pressed against his back. Chu Ling rested his chin on Xie Yan's shoulder, sighed softly, and asked, "How are you? Did Song Yunzheng find out?"
Chu Ling, as expected of a seasoned general, noticed something amiss when he first met Xie and Song today, aside from a slight pang of jealousy. He also noticed some clues in the atmosphere between the two.
"He found out, but it doesn't matter. I drugged him, and he's one of us now."
Xie Yan nodded while glancing occasionally at the outside of the cave.
Following his gaze, Chu Ling, sensing something amiss, smiled and lowered his voice considerably, "Have you seen the sect leader?"
"No, that guy is cunning and shrewd, very vigilant, and even has many doubles," Xie Yan said, sounding unusually annoyed.
But she quickly changed the subject, turned her head and whispered in Chu Ling's ear, "But thanks to Song Yunzheng, I learned the young master's true identity."
"It's someone you would never expect."
"Oh?" Chu Ling raised an eyebrow.
After a few soft whispers, just as Xie Yan had predicted, Chu Ling was indeed slightly surprised.
A night breeze blew by, and the firelight flickered in his eyes, making his expression appear exceptionally profound. "It was..."
After the initial shock, Chu Ling didn't say anything more, but slowly revealed a meaningful smile, "If this is true, then it really is interesting."
The two exchanged a glance, and everything was understood without a word.
But while they remained silent, some couldn't help but want to speak—
"I thought you were sneaking out in the middle of the night to find a man behind Song Yunzheng's back, but I never expected you to be a spy."
A rough sound suddenly came from outside the cave.
Chu Ling looked up and saw a fake monk dressed in monk's robes sneaking into the cave with a cold smile.
“Take your heads back, and the leader will surely reward you handsomely.”
Perhaps by relying on this matter, he could rise to a high-ranking position in the Holy Sun Cult and trample Song Yunzheng underfoot.
Looking at the two people inside the cave, the evil monk's smile grew even more sinister, tinged with obvious smugness.
He rubbed his hands together and walked toward the two of them, but just as he took his first step, his smile suddenly stopped and his pupils contracted sharply.
Following his gaze, looking down at the ground, one could see a familiar face lying quietly in the bright candlelight.
This person is not Mu Ling!
As the evil monk was greatly alarmed, the figure that had been facing away from him finally turned its head and looked at him with a half-smile.
It was a face that was unforgettable and captivating.
Young and handsome, his face is stunning, yet it also makes him appear non-threatening.
But for some reason, the moment their eyes met, the evil monk's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a strong sense of foreboding arose from the bottom of his heart.
A few breaths later, a heavy thud echoed inside the cave.
Xie Yan clapped her hands, looked at the corpse lying at her feet, smiled at Chu Ling, and said, "Perfect, I can give you a new identity now."