In the evening, Butian, who returned to the inn, had a dark face, and Locke, who was following him, had three large bags bulging out of his head. But despite this, Locke still had an unconcealable smile on his face.

As he was moving forward, Bu Tian suddenly turned around and looked at Locke fiercely, raising his fist.

Seeing this scene, Locke hurriedly put on a crying expression, holding his head in his hands, looking innocent. The two large bags he was carrying dangled around his head, like a pug.

With a snort, Butian didn't bother to bother with this gloating guy, and walked upstairs.

Entering the room, Bu Tian yawned, took off his protective coat casually, threw it on the sofa beside him, and then the whole person fell into a large shape on the wide bed.

Locke cautiously walked into the room and placed the package in his hand on the coffee table near the windowsill.

"Locke, we've just been out there for so long, have you spotted the League of Thieves planting eyeliner nearby?"

Butian lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling on top of the room, and asked softly.

"Master, these eyeliners can only be released on a mission after the professional training of the League of Thieves, and I don't have the ability to pull them out. Locke said with a bitter face as he stood beside the bed.

"Well, then count them lucky. Now, let's get a good night's rest and pay a visit to the Edra family early tomorrow morning. Butian rolled over on the bed and covered it with a velvet quilt.

Looking at the lazy appearance of his master, Locke was a little helpless. Does this guy not take off his shoes when he sleeps? Or did he never have this habit?

Unconsciously rubbed the three big bags on the top of his head that had not yet been swollen, Locke thought about it and felt that it was better not to anger this guy, so as not to be cut again.

After thinking clearly, Locke washed himself, took off his coat, and slept in another bed, without treating himself as a servant at all.

This is really a pair of wonderful masters and servants.

In the middle of the night, the starlight is dim, and the moonlight is hidden by thick clouds, and only a hazy moon shadow can be seen.

The wind howled, and it blew on the window lattice, making a creaking sound, like the neighing of a night owl.

In the room, Butian was lying on the bed but did not sleep, and at this moment he had an urge to kill.

On the opposite bed, Locke snorted like thunder, accompanied by the creaking of grinding teeth from time to time.

The movement of this thing after falling asleep is really killer, so that the person next to him can cut off the desire to sleep, and if you want to sleep peacefully next to him, you must fall asleep before him. If you can't, then sorry and get ready for a night of insomnia.

"Click"

A sound similar to the breaking of wood gently reverberated through the room, almost inaudible under the blend of snoring and the wind outside the window.

Bu Tian's heart moved, but his body did not move at all, and even the rhythm of his breathing was adjusted by him to be smooth and even, he quietly closed his eyes, and spread his spiritual power around the room to investigate.

After a long time, no other strange sounds were heard.

Except for the heartless Locke, who was still snoring, there was nothing unusual in the room. Bu Tian felt that he seemed to be a little suspicious, and he was ready to disperse the spiritual power that permeated the surroundings.

At this moment, the originally closed window gently opened a gap. A thin palm rested firmly on the edge of the window, and then, the window was slowly pushed open, and when the window was pushed open halfway, Butian's spiritual power scattered in the room felt a figure sweep into the room like water.

With his hands behind him, he gently closed the open window without making a sound. In this process, he has been observing the two people lying on the bed in the room, their whole bodies are tense, and it seems that the slightest movement will launch a thunder offensive.

Perhaps it was Locke's thunderous snoring that lowered the man's vigilance, and he didn't notice anything wrong.

Butian's spiritual power has been scattered around the room, and every move of this hooded and masked guy is observed. He had already determined at this moment that this guy should be the pursuer sent by the League of Thieves this time.

This person sneaked in all the way, and if he looked at it with the naked eye, he was afraid that he could only see a cloud of air, and nothing, let alone a human figure.

So Butian was extremely vigilant, and he had already spread his spiritual power in the room to prevent it from happening.

Under the perception of mental power, the other party's stealth effect was mostly restrained, and a slightly transparent figure could be clearly seen.

The masked thief has not made any further moves since he infiltrated the room. He silently observed the layout of the room, as if to check for any traps.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

Bu Tian didn't startle the snake, he was also waiting for the other party to get closer, it was best to attack him directly, then he would have absolute certainty to hit the other party by surprise.

This person's strength, through guò's short-term observation, Bu Tian has already been completely sure, he is at the low-level 2-level level, and he has definitely not reached the intermediate level, otherwise he will not be able to detect the figure of the other party in the sneak with his spiritual power perception.

It seems that after some careful observation, I did not find any hidden traps. The masked thief began to move further, his body slightly arched, his toes on tiptoe and his heels not touching the ground, and he slowly approached the bed where Butian was in a cat-like pace, and his movements were silent.

Butian didn't have the slightest nervousness, his muscles relaxed, his breathing was even and gentle, and his eyes were closed peacefully, as if he was asleep.

The whirring wind rattled against the lattice, and Locke's snoring grew louder as he fell asleep.

The masked thief finally walked to the edge of Butian's bed, his eyes narrowed slightly, not revealing a trace of murder, and his eyes were peaceful.

Observing the enemy in such a way without leaking the slightest breath can avoid arousing the enemy's alarm. He is a veteran of assassination, and he will never make the stupid mistake of causing the enemy to be vigilant because of a leak of gas before he has even made a move.

But it was hard for him to imagine that from beginning to end, his every move fell on Butian's eyelids.

Sensing that his target was indeed asleep, the masked thief did not hesitate any longer, and with a flick of his fingers, a small silver needle appeared in his hand.

He didn't do it directly, he sandwiched the tiny silver needle between his middle and index fingers, revealing only the sharp upper half of the silver needle.

The upper half of this silver needle is full of blue light, and Huo Ran is highly poisonous.

Butian's spiritual power sensed this, and his heart was also slightly cold. If he hadn't discovered the other party in advance, I'm afraid he would have inadvertently fallen into the Tao.

The masked thief quietly stretched out two fingers with silver needles to Butian's throat, and the movement was extremely slow.

However, just when those two fingers were only about an inch away from Bu Tian's throat, a red light suddenly flashed in the masked thief's hand, and the speed of his arm suddenly increased, and he stabbed straight down with a terrifying speed that gave Bu Tian.

"Huh"

The fingers approached with a string of afterimages.

Bu Tian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly blocked the pillow that had been prepared, and then the whole person quickly rolled to the side, and when he was on the bed, his body spun in the air for half a circle, and one foot kicked the other party's head with a loud wind.

This whole set of actions is completed in a chic and neat manner, in one go. With a sensitivity value of up to 31 points, it didn't take a second to complete this series of actions.

"Poof"

Velvet feathers were flying, and the pillow that was blocking the silver needle had been directly broken.

The moment the shot was blocked, the masked thief screamed badly, and without thinking about it, he just fell to the ground, and rolled against the ground for a while.

"Wow"

The leg wind swept by, and Butian's such a sharp and swift blow actually missed.

Without waiting to be surprised, Bu Tian's whole person flipped in the air, and suddenly his hands fell down, slamming into the masked thief who was about to get up on the ground. The connection between the offensives was impenetrable, and the movements were extremely rapid and continuous, so that the opponent could not breathe.

Hurry! Hurry!

When the shot is like thunder, its speed is like electricity!

Butian gave full play to his agility advantage, attacking one after another, as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder.

"Click!!"

A series of fist shadows seemed to burst the air, and the sound of the wind breaking from the powerful fist resounded, like a torrential rain covering the heavens and the earth, and the masked thief was terrified.

This person is fierce and cannot be hard-connected!

This is the only thought that flashes through the masked thief's mind, and he must not be forced to take it, otherwise he will surely die.

With a snort, the masked thief's feet surged with silver light, his body unfolded, and his speed suddenly became faster, and the stumbling wolf dodged the ferocious fist.

"Hmph. Bu Tian sneered. Without giving the other party a chance to recover, he attacked again, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the shadow of his fist covered all the areas around the opponent's body.

A dull sound erupted.

In the end, the masked thief still failed to survive this fierce attack like a wrecked building, and his thin body was hit by Bu Tian's punch, although he finally relied on his body to accelerate his body and deflect some of his strength, but he still inevitably lay down.

With Butian's strength of up to 27 points, it is not in vain, and the strength of the same level is not dead, but it is injured by a punch.

The masked thief was half-lying on the ground, his right hand caressing the chest of the punch, trying his best to suppress the mouthful of blood that was about to spurt out of his throat.

With such a big commotion, Locke would have woken up if he weren't a pig.

At the first moment when Butian fought with people, Locke noticed it, and instantly woke up from his sleep.

After all, he is also a low-level level 1 thief, and his vigilance is still quite strong, of course, this thing is another matter when he sleeps.

Although he woke up, Locke did not come forward to help, and with his eyesight, he could see the strength and origin of the comer. Out of trust in Butian's strength and understanding of his own strength, he wisely chose to watch the battle from the sidelines.