It was late at night.

There were a few stars hanging in the sky, and tonight the weather was so dark that the moon didn't even come out. Although the city is brightly lit, by this time the people who have fun have found a place to go. Out of some Qinlou Chu Pavilion, at this moment, there are still warblers singing and swallows crying, laughter and laughter, but other places are gradually quieting down.

Many monks take advantage of this time to meditate and practice in secret, and of course, some follow the call of the biological clock to fall into a deep sleep.

For example, Luo An'an.

Luo An'an still slept in male clothes, but there was a fluffy little mouse in the neck socket. One person and one rat breathe harmoniously, and the house is full of heart.

Luo An'an slept so reassuringly, naturally she relied on her. At this moment, the ordinary inn room has been covered with sophisticated formations and enchantments, and no matter how great you are, you can't hurt the people in the house.

In the silence, the closed window was silently opened. In the darkness, only two glowing eyes and a knife glowing with white light were faintly visible. The people outside the house quietly crawled in through the window, holding knives and approaching the big bed step by step.

The visitor's eyes brightened with excitement, and he saw that he was only a few steps away from his goal. The Assassin stepped on one of his socks.

The scene in the room changed in an instant, and when the assassin came back to his senses, he found himself in a sea of swords and fire!

The fire dragon roared towards the assassin, scaring the assassin into a cold sweat, followed by a defensive dodge.

Only the sound of ping-pong was heard, and the exhausted assassin finally staggered out of the sea of swords and fire. Unfortunately, he stepped on that sock again.

The Assassin's eyes filled with despair as he watched as he stepped into the formation again.

However, this time the environment was not a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, but a group of countless skeleton ghost soldiers, vying to hold forks and want to press him into the boiling oil pot with a diameter of ten meters!

I almost fainted at this moment, this, how would he survive if he was put into the oil pot! Damn, why did a small Jindan stage cultivator have this kind of formation? Could it be that he was going to pay for his life here today!

But the assassin was fateful in the end, and he survived after two formations in a row. It's just that when he came out of the battle again, his body was already shaking, and he was about to faint. The assassin steadied himself and did not step on the sock again.

"Giggle~"

A crisp laugh like a silver bell sounded, and it was creepy in the extremely quiet night. The assassin turned his head mechanically, and sure enough, he saw the male cultivator who had already sat up on the bed.

"Pay attention to what those socks do, they have nothing to do with the formation. ”

Luo An'an's bland words made the assassin's heart thump, and he couldn't help but ask hoarsely, "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long after. Luo An'an smiled slightly, inexplicably with a chilling evil aura: "It's just that you woke up when you first came to the inn." ”

No matter how stupid the Assassin was, he had fallen into a trap and didn't know it. The male cultivator in front of him seemed to have no action, but in fact, his every move was under his control...... The formation must also be controlled by him!

Where is his assassination, it is clearly suicide!

The Assassin screamed in his heart, and in a panic, he tried to escape by jumping out of the window. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the window lattice, he heard Luo An'an's cold and emotionless voice......

"Since you're here, let's leave your life by the way. ”

Those faint stars were the last glances of the Assassin.