Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

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

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

The woods outside Qingyou Town were even more 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 sounded a bit like insects crawling on the dead wood.

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

"Girl Gu, do you think anyone from Yan Mo is here?"

There were 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.

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 rush yet."

Although Ruan Xiong could not see the figures, he could identify 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 tree have excellent night vision, so even in the dark night, they can still see what those people are wearing at a glance.

Almost all of those people were uniformly dressed in white and yellow clothes, which were the disciple uniforms that symbolized the Gate of Light.

Bei Ming poked his head out to take a look, and said in a low voice, "Hey, the people from Guangmen are here too."

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

She whispered: "They should leave in batches."

It seemed that her guess was right, these people wanted to surround Qingyou Town from all sides.

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

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

Gu Panxia was no stranger to this voice. Looking to the side through the branches and leaves, she could clearly see Shangguan Rong standing at the front.

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

"Shut up! If you keep arguing, I don't mind killing all of you 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 disturb 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 the other 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 Beiming left, but at this moment, a night owl suddenly landed on a nearby tree, and then made a panicking cry.

"It turned out to be a bird."

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

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

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