"Hey, aren't you leaving yet?" Lu Ping looked at Molin, feeling helpless.

When eating in the cafeteria, this guy got aside.

When we left after eating, the guy followed.

Now Lu Ping is ready to return to his cabin, and this guy is still looking like he wants to follow in, but he is finally blocked outside the door by Lu Ping.

"Tell me!" said Morin.

"There's nothing to say." Lu Ping said.

Molin suddenly got close to Lu Ping, Su Tang, chatted, and suddenly raised four questions.

"How come you are so powerful?"

"What level are you?"

"Where did you learn it?"

"Do you have any special bloodline?"

There were four questions, and I didn't even get a word of answer, but Molin just wasn't discouraged. Even Su Tang left first, and he was still following him. Then, the fifth question finally came.

"Did you think of me as someone that night?" Molin asked. He thought about it carefully that night was a battle with Lu Ping. Lu Ping, who was trapped in the quicksand, had a conversation with him, which was very similar to a temptation. From his words, Lu Ping grasped some information, so he did not continue to entangle, left calmly, and was so generous that he let go of Molin who was sincerely trying to kill him.

The information implicit in that conversation was obviously extremely important, and it can even be said that Morin saved his life because of this.

But he still didn't get an answer to this question.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Lu Ping said, and had already slammed the door and closed Morin outside the door.

"Hey, hey!" Morin slapped the door hard, but Lu Ping turned a blind eye to the voice behind him and lay straight back on the bed.

"Hey, hey!" The shouting came from the window again soon, but the windowsill on the flowerbed was very high, and Morin could only reveal half of his head while cushioning.

"Where is my brick last night?" Morin muttered. He came with two footblocks last night. Of course, he didn't care about taking them when he ran away, but now he doesn't know where he was packed up. He looked around and didn't.

"Get up, there are so many questions, so I can answer one of them!!" Molin said while standing outside the window, but the volume used was not high. He still knew the slightness and heavyness. A powerful figure like Lu Ping was regarded as a waste in such an inconspicuous academy. This must be a reason, or even a difficult task. He would not leak out Lu Ping's hidden things casually. He is an assassin and has the habit of keeping secrets.

"Hey, hey!" Morin was still shouting, but Lu Ping in the room just ignored it. Morin wanted to turn it in, but no one helped him and there was no foot brick. The assassin couldn't do it!

Morin was anxious, and there was someone not far away more anxious than him.

Xifan came over to monitor Molin alone. He did not dare to get too close, because from the information he obtained, Lin Mo not only had the soul of the sixth level of heaven, but also had the soul of the sound of the third level of heaven. His extremely keen hearing made Xifan too far ahead.

But he felt uncomfortable in this way. The soul of Mingzhi was exactly what Xifan lacked. He had no one level of heaven, and his hearing was not much stronger than that of ordinary people. At this time, Molin seemed to be saying something to Lu Ping, but he couldn't hear a word. Don't mention that he was too anxious.

He could only carefully observe Morin's actions and expression. The spirit of the three heavens made Morin's small movements and expressions seem to be happening under his nose.

He was very anxious, his expression was full of curiosity, and he had a strong sense of expectation...

The vision of the third level of heaven's clashing soul, coupled with the essence of the sixth level of heaven's realm, allows Xi Fan to clearly and accurately judge his mood from Morin's actions and expressions.

Xifan, who always looks very strict and may fight with people at any time, did not many people think that he is actually a perceiver who is proficient in the spirit of the essence. The spirit of the essence is the sixth spirit, and it is the most complex of the six spirits, including people's thoughts, mentality, emotions, etc., which cannot be summed up in a word. Most of the people who are proficient in the spirit of the essence are those with delicate and agile minds, and the first impression Xifan gave people will never make people think of it.

But facts are better than words.

Xifan's spirit is indeed at the sixth level of heaven, and he used the sixth level of heavenly essence and the third level of heavenly collision. His perceptual application skills made the academy very optimistic about him. It is just a pity that Xifan's qualifications in the Ming Soul are mediocre. Otherwise, if Xifan's perception and application skills are assisted by Xifan, with Xifan's perception and application skills, it is very likely that he will complete the completion of the essence and soul and practice the "mind reading technique" skill. He has a level five rating, but many people think that he has super practical ability with a level six value.

What a pity...

The mentors of Zhaixing Academy often sigh about this, but no matter what, Xifan's future is still worth looking forward to.

But Xifan didn't feel that because all he had never helped him obtain anything from Lu Ping. His so-called talents were useless in the waste in the mouth of everyone. At present, he needed to indirectly dig up information from observing others.

After analyzing Morin's mood, Xifan had concluded that there must be something to dig between him and Lu Ping.

Continue to observe!

Xifan quietly hid himself and continued to capture information in his way.

After working hard for a while, Morin finally settled down without any feedback from Lu Ping. But he did not leave, but stayed outside Lu Ping's hut and began to wait for the rabbit.

So, Molin endured the afternoon sun under the eaves, and Xifan endured the mosquitoes staring and biting in the bushes. Neither of them wanted to give up easily.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

The sun gradually turned west. Molin was already sweating profusely after being exposed to the sun for a whole afternoon. Xifan was in the bushes and there was still a few more bulging buns on the hut. Lu Ping didn't go out this afternoon and was lying on the bed. Several times, Molin wondered if Lu Ping had just slept until the poisonous needle he put down last night was stabbed to death, but he slept outside the window several times and found that everything was normal.

He realized that Lu Ping was determined to use silence to wipe out his patience and make him choose to give up.

"Hey, I won't give up. I'm an assassin." Molin said to the window. He didn't respond. Xifan, not far away, continued to observe Molin and analyzed Molin's psychology. He didn't hear anything Molin said, but from Molin's expression, he saw the determination not to give up.

Another two hours were coming in a blink of an eye.

The scorching sun has completely turned into a sunset.

"Hey, don't you eat?" Morin whispered by the window.

"Do you want me to buy you a big cake?"

"Su Tang is here to deliver food to you!"

There was still no response. The only thing that could be confirmed was that Lu Ping was definitely not dead and was definitely alive.

Morin stopped saying anything and continued to sit under the windowsill.

The sun finally set completely, the moon climbed up to the treetops, but it was soon covered by dark clouds. Today's night was darker than yesterday. However, through the clouds, there was still some slight moonlight. For Molin, who was at the second level of the Clash of Soul and Xifan, who was at the third level of the Clash of Soul, this little light was enough.

Xifan was ready for a vigil, but after staying for another three hours, Molin chose to give up.

He is not lacking in perseverance, but he does not have this body. The Mo family's bloodline drags him down at this time.

"Hey hey!" He lay down by the window and shouted again, "I'm going back to sleep, I really can't keep an eye on it. I stayed up all night yesterday!" He did stay up all night yesterday, trying to kill Luping in the first half of the night, but in the second half of the night, he couldn't sleep because he didn't kill Luping.

"I will come back tomorrow." Morin expressed his determination.

Going away?

Xifan in the bushes was a little surprised. Although Morin looked very tired, he really didn't realize that he wanted to give up at all. He didn't expect that he would get up this time and was about to leave.

Did Lu Ping say something to him?

Because he couldn't hear it, Xifan was worried that his information was lacking. At present, he had gained very little, but he felt Morin's very firm determination, which made Xifan even more wonder why this determination came. After all, what he wanted to know in the end was information about Lu Ping.

Keep up and observe more...

He didn't dare to follow him too closely. Xifan just saw where Molin was going. After he walked a long way, he slowly stood up from the bushes and followed.

It was another night, and nothing was found.

Morin sighed and shook his head, but was still carefully avoiding the flowers and plants that his uncle Mosen had carefully planted.

sand.

A light sound penetrated into Morin's ears. He was very tired, but the fatigue did not make his soul lose its sharpness.

It was the sound of footsteps, deliberately hiding, but I still stepped on a small dead leaf.

The Soul of the Three Heavens can interpret the content contained in the sound to a considerable extent.

"Who is it?"

Morin was already alert. He didn't think it would be Lu Ping, because Lu Ping didn't need to be so sneaky.

"Hehehehe, it is worthy of being the soul of the third heaven. You will find it by accident." A low voice sounded, and Molin's face changed. He had already heard who it was.

"I didn't expect that you would come to such a college, but you didn't expect that we would chase this place, right?" The low voice continued, and the figure had gradually emerged from the darkness.

us……

When Morin heard this word, his face looked even more ugly.

Because he knew who this gloomy voice was, and even more, if it was "we", then his vitality would be even more slim.

But you can't just give up like that.

While carefully sensing the other people's place, Molin moved his fingers slightly.

"Don't move." This little movement was noticed by someone, and another voice sounded, warning him.

"Although your health is not good, we still know that your methods are powerful, so you'd better not move." The voice continued.

most?

What is the best? Life is hanging on the line, what "best" results can still produce? Will you live for one more minute?

childish!

Of course I still have to move, and I have to move faster. Not only do I move, I also have to shout!

The left hand quickly penetrated the skin bag on the inside of the clothes, causing blood to splatter. This movement was indeed nothing good. The dark dart that the other party flew over and hit Molin's left hand, and the blood immediately soaked all the poison powder he was going to catch into a paste.

Morin opened his mouth and screamed, and then formed a word: "Help!"

He shouted very quickly, not like venting pain, but more like he was guarding against something, as if this shout was a sneak attack, for fear of being noticed.

But he still failed. As soon as the shout came out, it seemed as if it had hit something, and the sound suddenly distorted, lowered, and disappeared.

The sound was broken.

This is not new, because Morin knew that there was such a person among the other party, a master of the Soul of Singing, and silencing sound was only a second-level ability, but it was very practical at some appropriate times.

For example, now, Morin's help was finally dispelled.
To be continued...