Chapter 248.2: Skin Cage Grub (1/2)

After leaving the prison, Jun Xin stretched his waist. Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted Feng Long who was staring at him without blinking.

“Are you pretending to be a ghost? With how you look, you’d be able to scare a person dead just by standing outside their window, so is there any need to go through this much trouble?”

Feng Long licked her lips as an unreadable expression briefly flashed through her strange eyes. She remarked softy, “I’ve stood outside your window for so many years, so how come you still haven’t died from the shock?”

“Tch, who do you think this little master is? Even real ghosts die by my hand, so how could I possibly be afraid of a fake ghost like you?” Jun Xin expressed his disdain.

Feng Long smiled. “You’re planning on letting her stay like this?”

“Something’s a little off.” As Jun Xin spoke, he pulled out that bead and showed it to Feng Long. “Guess who this belongs to?”

“Who?” As Feng Long spoke, she took that bead and examined it. She soon noticed the word inside. Her eyes were different from those of normal people and she was able to see the word with one glance. She immediately realized what it was about and almost cried out in shock.

Luckily, she wasn’t a normal person and was able to quickly suppress her shock. Then she asked in a low voice, “The scope of this matter was actually that broad?”

“From the looks of it, it wasn’t as simple as we thought. Go bring this to Baili Yu and let him decide for himself.” Jun Xin let go of the cord and the bead fell into Feng Long’s palm. “I only left her an hour to make her decision. If he doesn’t reply within an hour, I’ll be using the grub on Qing Moran.”

After Jun Xin finished speaking, he sat down in the hidden guards’ resting area and took off his mask to rub his eyes.

The hazy light was bright enough to light up his perfect features. It had only been a year since they last saw each other, but his looks were much more mature and his features had become even more solid.

A trace of a smile appeared on Feng Long’s lips and her eyes sparkled. Jun Xin, you’ll belong to me sooner or later.

Even if your heart currently harbors someone else.

Since, what does it matter?