As Huang Rong passed by Lin Bufan's room, she heard a slightly familiar voice and, out of curiosity, leaned closer to listen.
It turned out that it was his daughter, Guo Fu, talking to Lin Bufan.
Wanting to listen a little longer, but afraid her daughter would notice, she hurriedly left.
She finally understood her daughter's feelings; her daughter liked Lin Shaoxia genuinely.
She secretly came over in the middle of the night to chat with Lin Bufan.
It seems that forcing her to marry Yang Guo would backfire. I need to find time to talk to Brother Jing about this.
Lin Bufan suddenly remembered something.
He told Yang Guo about Yang Kang's death.
Back in the Ancient Tomb Sect's back mountain, Lin Bufan took things out of context and deliberately intensified the conflict between Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, as well as the conflict between Yang Guo and Guo Jing.
Therefore, Yang Guo might find an opportunity to deal with Guo Jing tonight, and Guo Jing might be in danger.
"Fu-mei, go and check on your father quickly," Lin Bufan said to Guo Fu.
Guo Fu pouted, "No, he's angry with me, and I'm angry with him too, so I'm not going to see him."
"If he's in danger, why won't you go to save him?"
"What danger could he possibly be in?"
"I can't quite put my finger on it, but I have a feeling that someone is up to no good for him."
"Many people want to harm him, and he is highly skilled in martial arts, so you don't need to worry."
“This person is someone close to him, and he wasn’t on guard, so it’s hard to say.”
"Brother Lin, who are you talking about?"
"Anyway, you should go find your father quickly. He drank too much today and is drunk. He can't handle any enemies."
"Oh, okay."
Guo Fu only half understood what Lin Bufan was saying, and though confused, she still chose to believe him.
Carrying a sharp sword, he walked towards his father's room.
Let's rewind to 15 minutes ago.
Guo Jing was fast asleep in his room.
He drank a bit too much today.
In the first round, to celebrate Lin Bufan becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance, Guo Jing, as one of the hosts, helped by drinking quite a bit of alcohol.
In the second round, his daughter disobeyed him and kissed Lin Bufan in public. Guo Jing blamed himself for failing to raise his daughter properly and drank several jugs of wine in frustration.
Finally, lamenting the passing of the venerable Hong Qigong, Guo Jing, in a bad mood, drank several more jugs of wine while gazing at the sky.
After drinking himself into a stupor, he went back to his room and fell asleep immediately.
He didn't notice someone quietly pushing the door open and creeping towards his bedside.
The person who came was Yang Guo.
Yang Guo held a dagger in his hand, an exceptionally sharp dagger capable of cutting through iron like mud.
It was a gift from Ouyang Feng, given to him for self-defense.
He now intends to use this sharp dagger to slit Guo Jing's throat and kill him.
"Guo Jing, you killed my father, and you only married Guo Fu to me because you felt guilty, right? I saw through your intentions long ago."
Yang Guo cautiously approached step by step, his eyes flashing with malice as he stared hatefully at Guo Jing's sleeping face, muttering to himself.
“Your martial arts skills are exceptionally high. Even with the few skills taught by my godfather and Hong Qigong, I am still not confident of defeating you. I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. Call me a villain if you will, but in any case, I must avenge my dead father today.”
Yang Guo raised the dagger high...
A dagger flashed with a cold light, its shadow brushing past Guo Jing's eyelids.
Guo Jing was instantly jolted awake, instinctively sitting up, his entire body radiating murderous intent. "An assassin?"
Yang Guo's expression changed drastically, and his legs went weak with fright. He hurriedly called out, "Uncle Guo, it's me."
"It's you, Guo'er."
The moment Guo Jing saw Yang Guo, he quickly suppressed his murderous aura, afraid of frightening Yang Guo, and asked gently, "Guo'er, what are you doing in my room so late?"
Yang Guo was trembling with fear, lest the assassination attempt be exposed. He quickly knelt down on one knee and presented the dagger to Guo Jing with both hands.
"Uncle Guo, I've come to present you with a treasure."
"Presenting a treasure? Is it this dagger?"
Guo Jing picked up the dagger, stroked it once, and nodded, saying, "Yes, it is indeed a fine dagger."
Yang Guo quickly replied, "It can cut through iron like mud, and is extremely sharp. It is a rare and powerful weapon in the world."
Guo Jing nodded and said, "Such a treasure, you want to give it to me?"
Yang Guo said against his will, "A precious sword is given to a hero. Uncle Guo is a great hero and deserves to have this dagger."
"Hehehe." Guo Jing laughed, without a doubt. "It's rare to see such filial piety from you. Uncle Guo will accept your kindness. Also..."
Guo Jing kindly reminded him, "Guo'er, Uncle Guo sometimes kills people in his dreams when he sleeps. If you are carrying a weapon, don't get too close."
"Yes, Uncle Guo, I understand."
Yang Guo stood up, his back soaked with cold sweat.
No doubt, Guo Jing had no doubt, I still have a chance.
"Uncle Guo, I'll go out now. You get some rest."
"Okay, go ahead."
Yang Guo pushed open the door and went out, then gently closed it.
Guo Jing smiled and shook his head, put the dagger away, and went back to sleep.
He was dizzy and extremely sleepy.
A few minutes later, even snoring could be heard outside the door.
Yang Guo didn't leave; he waited outside the door, hoping Guo Jing would fall asleep again.
Fine, since you're wary of weapons, then I won't use weapons; I'll poison you.
My adoptive father taught me to make a kind of poison that, when applied to a person's skin, can seep into the bloodstream, paralyze the nerves, and eventually cause death by stiffening of the limbs.
Yang Guo took out the poison, pushed the door open again, and cautiously approached the bedside.
This time, Guo Jing indeed did not wake up and slept very soundly.
"Guo Jing, die!"
Yang Guo's face contorted with rage as he raised his hand to scatter poison onto Guo Jing.
Suddenly, a sharp voice shouted from behind: "Stop! What are you doing? Are you trying to harm my father?"
Yang Guo was greatly alarmed; it was clearly Guo Fu's voice.
He turned around hastily and saw Guo Fu angrily swinging her sword down.
Yang Guo subconsciously raised one arm.
I heard a click.
Arm flew high into the air, blood splattering in mid-air...
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