After talking to each other for a day, Bu Jingxin appeared to be quite familiar with Luo Feng here. So in the early morning of the next day, he had no intention of leaving, and intended to continue to stay at the Green Market Sect's compound for a few more days, so as to further deepen his friendship with Luo Feng.
In this regard, Luo Feng did not object and even appeared to be very enthusiastic!
As for Cloud Drunken Moon and the others, they naturally couldn't throw down Bu Jing Xin and leave on their own, so they likewise stayed temporarily. At the same time, those who had not yet left were Ao Fan, who wanted to stay in the Nine Swords Sect's team, and definitely could not be the first to leave.
Moreover, he was a wanderer, even if he left, he had nowhere to go, so he might as well stay here and look for an opportunity to deal with Luo Feng. For Luo Feng, who had killed his own clan, Ao Fan had the mindset of certain death, but only in order to prevent this matter from leaking, he did not take action immediately.
During the days he stayed in Tianqing City, Ao Fan would not only cultivate during the day, but also stroll around the city in his spare time. In the evening, he would talk with Yun Drunken Moon in the courtyard, and there were always endless words.
And Bu Jingxin is also out early and return late, but only to find Luo Feng talk, talk is also mostly related to the dragon tribe words, this is also their common language. Every time he returned late, he could see Ao Fan and Yun Drunken Moon talking in the courtyard, initially he was slightly unhappy about this, then several times it became very natural, and I do not know what thoughts in his heart.
Ao Fan didn't know, nor did he want to understand what Bu Jing Xin would think. He just cultivated and rested every day, looking for the right opportunity to lay his hands on Luo Feng.
He had been to the compound where Luo Feng was located when no one was around, only to find out that apart from a second-turn Dao Realm cultivator there, there were the same number of first-turn Dao Realm cultivators in the surrounding ten or so rooms.
Discovering this, Ao Fan, who had not wanted to make a move against Luo Feng in public, was even more reluctant to do so. He wanted to find a suitable time, a time when Luo Feng was alone outside.
Unfortunately, this opportunity was not easy to find. Luo Feng locked himself inside his room every day, occasionally coming out of the courtyard, but definitely not stepping out of the courtyard. Apart from his conversations with Bu Jing Xin, he would only cultivate, obviously very hard. Other than that, there was nothing else to do.
Opportunities were hard to find, so Ao Fan had no choice but to wait. During the boring days of waiting, talking with Yun Drunken Moon late at night every day became the most interesting thing to him.
During the conversation, Ao Fan learnt that Yun Drunken Moon's heart was actually extremely kind. She had never killed anyone indiscriminately, and even when she dealt with that demonic snake outside of Cloud City, it was because that demonic snake had killed too many people and did not deserve her sympathy.
Some days ago, when she first came to Tianqing City. The moment when Bu Jing Xin and Luo Feng were talking about how they brutally killed the dragon race, Yun Drunken Moon had been silent, not for any other reason, precisely because she couldn't bear to listen to Bu Jing Xin and the rest of them, the dragon race was also a living being in the world, on par with humans, not beasts, so naturally, it would make her heart ache. She later left under the pretext of not feeling well.
The more he understands Cloud Drunken Moon, the more Ao Fan wants to understand her more deeply. However, no matter how Ao Fan tried to understand the other party, he always felt that Yun Drunken Moon seemed to have a layer of fog on her body, covering up her inner depths, and what she showed was only on the surface. Just like those who had never seen Yun Drunken Moon drinking, how would they think that she, who looked slightly playful, would have that kind of behaviour!
The days at the Green Market Sect's residence passed slowly. A few more days passed in a flash of the fingers, until late one night.
This night, Yun Drunken Moon did not come to talk to Ao Fan, she also did not know for what reason she went out and has not yet returned. The step alarmed heart and the usual general, in Luo Feng talk at the place did not return. In this way, Ao Fan stayed alone in the room, quietly cultivating.
The room with the mountain and river map covering the four walls, in which it seemed as if he was on a real wilderness mountain range, gave people an immersive feeling, and while cultivating, he could also make himself feel the natural flavour of nature, thus making it more peaceful.
A faint moonlight, through the window into the room, sprinkled on the ground, such as frost and snow.
Ao Fan's expression moved slightly and he opened his eyes, looking profoundly through the window. After just one glance, he closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.
A clear and ghostly light, since the courtyard lit up, even the trees on the side, seem to feel the coldness dazzle body, shaking movement can not help but greater.
The ghostly cold light approached the room where Ao Fan was, and when it was still an inch away from the door of the room, it paused and moved to the window of the room.
Under the bright moonlight, the glimmer of the cold front exuded an extremely cold aura, as if this spring night breeze had also turned into a winter snow and cold wind, constantly pouring into the window.
Inside the room, it was dark and pitch black, with only the light of the moon. Ao Fan was then under the window, faintly cultivating, as if he knew nothing, having sunk into a deep state of cultivation.
A cold light appeared and lit up from outside the window, like a speeding bolt of lightning, rushing to the top of Ao Fan's head in an instant, looking to hit his head and kill him with a single move.
"Sure enough, it's here again!" Ao Fan snapped his eyes open, and there seemed to be a faint glow in the depths of his eyes. He suddenly lowered his head, flashing past the cold aura that swept in. At the same time, he turned around and looked out the window.
He only saw a weapon that was wrapped in black cloth, straddling above his head, in which there was a sharp cold light flickering vaguely, causing Ao Fan, who was two feet away, to even feel a slight pain in his skin.
He did not think too much, suddenly stood up, a fist to the window at the same time open eyes to see, want to understand in the end who is so hate himself, repeatedly come to hands assassination.
After the last attack in the wilderness rainy night, Ao Fan understands that the offender has a will to kill himself, definitely not a failure will be willing to give up, it is very likely that it will come again.
Therefore, no matter when and where he was, he never let down his vigilance and was always on guard against everything around him. Even when he was cultivating, he didn't fully immerse himself in it. Even though he had arrived at the Green Market Sect Residence, which dealt with places that should be extremely safe, it was still the same.
Tonight, it was still the same!
While he was cultivating, he was still paying attention to the outside world, and he was even more cautious than before. It was because Yun Drunken Moon had been summoned away for no reason today and still had not returned, giving him an extremely strong sense of insecurity. He was not worried that something had happened to Yun Drunken Moon, but he was worried about himself.
He suspected that someone had deliberately detached Yun Drunken Moon so that he could concentrate on himself. Therefore, rather than focusing on his surroundings while cultivating, he had put up the appearance of cultivating, but in reality, he had always been on guard against all sorts of situations around him.
As expected, his guess was not wrong, the person who had made a move on him that day in the wilderness had really come again. This can be seen from his weapon wrapped in black cloth.