The oxhide curtain of the command tent billowed in the night breeze, and the candle flame flickered violently in the bronze lamp, casting the shadows of several people against the tent wall like a dance of demons. Ye Fan tapped the defense map on the table with a bent finger. The three ink-fresh characters for "City Lord's Mansion" were blurred slightly—those had been written by Qín Wǎnshuāng just moments ago with a brush dipped in cold tea, her fingertips still stained with tea when she spoke of burying explosives beneath the corridors.
"The space within Jiuxiao Huanpei." Qín Wǎnshuāng's fingertip pointed to the location of Qinglan City on the map. The hair tie holding her disguised male topknot had loosened by half an inch, revealing a tiny cinnabar mole behind her ear. "I tested it the day before yesterday. If we use your Inner World to channel the secret realm within the zither, we can carve out a space three mu square. We can use it to house the wounded, transfer provisions, and even... as an escape route if necessary." When she raised her eyes, her gaze was burning bright, reminding him of when she had seen him sharing a steamed cake on the street years ago, the sunlight casting a golden rim on the tips of his hair. So he had long been blocking all the filth behind his back, and now she was going to guard the clean side for him.
Su Qingxue's fingertips brushed lightly across the strings of Jiuxiao Huanpei, and the greenish hue of Bone-Rot Powder crept up the silver br…
Chapter 206