General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 1242

Chapter 1242: Blowing the Cover (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xiahou Qing immediately thought of the masked man who had toyed with him.

Yun Lin’s appearance was too coincidental, making people wonder if he was in cahoots with that person.

A trace of suspicion appeared in Xiahou Qing’s eyes.

Ling Yun looked at the cliff and said, “That person snatched my money. I’m chasing after him to ask for money.”

With that said, Xiahou Qing dispelled some of his doubts.

With that fellow’s personality, it was not surprising that he would rob the young Palace Lord of the Hundred Flowers Palace.

“Aren’t you with your parents?”

Xiahou Qing asked.

With Yun Shuang’s martial arts, that person would definitely not be able to gain an advantage.

“They returned to the Hundred Flowers Palace first. I was taking a walk myself.”

Xiahou Qing nodded.

At this moment, it suddenly rained.

At first, it was just a few drops, but in an instant, it was as if a large hand had torn a bloody hole in the sky. Bean-sized raindrops fell, and the entire forest was enveloped in a sudden storm.

Ling Yun’s figure was thin, as if he could be blown away by the wind.

Xiahou Qing glanced at him and frowned. “Find a place to hide from the rain first.”

If Yun Shuang’s son was drenched, Yun Shuang would have to draw a line with the City Lord Manor again.

Xiahou Qing took a few steps and saw that Ling Yun did not follow.

He looked back and realized that he had walked too quickly.

This child’s body was weak and he was not a martial artist. It was difficult for him to walk in the rain.

He turned back and took off his outer robe, covering his head. “Let’s go.”

The two of them found a narrow cave nearby.

The rain poured continuously, and it was dark outside the cave.

Xiahou Qing did not have a lighter on him.

Ling Yun did bring it, but this pampered young master did not know how to start a fire.

“I’ll do it.”

Xiahou Qing said.

Ling Yun handed him the match.

Xiahou Qing tidied up the dry firewood in the cave, grabbed a handful of dried leaves, and lit a fire with a match.

At the end of August, Thousand Mountains Island was already cold in late autumn. Fortunately, there was a fire. Otherwise, Ling Yun’s body would definitely be frozen.

Xiahou Qing’s gaze landed on Ling Yun.