Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

After Li Hanyi left, the atmosphere in the tavern seemed to become somewhat subtle.

The once lively atmosphere was now tinged with an indescribable sense of oppression.

Although the sun was still shining brightly and the streets were still bustling with people, for martial arts practitioners, the feeling of being watched like thorns in their backs was like the low pressure before a storm, making it hard to breathe.

"Brother-in-law, something feels off to me."

Lei Wujie clutched his terrifying sword, shrank back, and looked around. "It seems like someone's watching us? Could it be that I owe Xiao Se money and he sent people to ambush me?"

Xiao Se rolled her eyes in annoyance, fiddling with a chopstick she had taken from Su Changqing.

Although it wasn't the divine chopstick that cleaved the heavens, it sneered, "If I wanted to ambush you, I would have sold you to a brothel to pay off my debts long ago. This murderous intent... isn't for money, it's for life."

Wushuang, standing to the side, also looked solemn.

The peerless sword case on his back was trembling slightly, a warning from the famous sword about danger.

"Someone is trying to cause trouble while the Snow Moon Sword Immortal is away."

Wushuang licked her slightly chapped lips, her fighting spirit only intensifying.

"But that's perfect, I was just worried about having no one to practice swordsmanship with. I hope this opponent is a little bit weaker than Mr. Su, otherwise I'll really be doomed."

Compared to the three teenagers' alarmed state, Su Changqing was unusually calm.

He yawned lazily, glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, and then looked at his little Nuomi, who was already rubbing her eyes and getting sleepy.

"Ugh... Daddy, I'm so sleepy..."

The little one nestled on his shoulder, its voice soft and sweet, like a kitten.

"Tired? Then it's time for a nap."

Su Changqing patted his daughter's back affectionately, "Come on, Daddy will carry you upstairs to sleep."

As he spoke, he actually stood up, seemingly oblivious to the murderous intent outside, and slowly carried his daughter upstairs.

"Brother-in-law! Don't fall asleep!"

Lei Wujie grew anxious, "They're about to break in! And you're going to sleep at a time like this? You're incredibly careless!"

"Break in?"

Su Changqing paused slightly, standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at the three "security guards" below.

His gaze remained languid, but in that instant, an invisible pressure seemed to envelop the entire first-floor lobby.

"Then let them kill."

Su Changqing's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"Just don't disturb my daughter's sleep. You three, since you've eaten my food and are my security guards, then you'd better keep an eye on the door."

"I've got it."

Su Changqing pointed a finger at the ceiling, his tone suddenly becoming unusually serious, even somewhat chilling.

"It's time for our afternoon nap."

"No matter what happens outside, even if the sky falls, don't wake us up."

"Otherwise... you'll have to bear the consequences."

After saying that, he ignored the three people's interesting expressions, turned around, picked up Xiao Nuomi, and went into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

The three teenagers left on the first floor looked at each other in bewilderment.

"You'll bear the consequences..."

Lei Wujie swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"I have a feeling that if we actually wake him up, it might be even more terrifying than facing those killers outside."

"Be more confident, and remove the 'maybe'."

Xiao Se sighed, recalling the terrifying scene of that day when a single chopstick severed the sky.

If someone like that gets grumpy in the morning, tsk tsk, the scene is too beautiful to bear.

"So, our task now is not only to fight, but also to... silence us?"

Wushuang scratched his head, feeling that the difficulty level of this mission was a bit too high.

Fighting is fine, but you have to keep quiet while fighting?

How do we fight this?

Kill someone with your eyes?

"Stop talking nonsense."

Xiao Se suddenly straightened up, his lazy demeanor instantly vanishing, replaced by a calm and strategic air.

"Since we promised to guard the gate, we have to show some skill. Lei Wujie, you block the main gate; Wushuang, you guard the back window; I'll provide support from the middle."

"Remember, make it quick and easy, and try not to make too much noise. If we wake up those two big shots, we'll all be in deep trouble."

"Alright!"

Lei Wujie and Wushuang responded in unison and took their places.

At this moment, on the second floor of the tavern.

Su Changqing did not fall asleep immediately as the three people outside had imagined.

He placed Xiao Nuomi on the soft bed, gently covered her with the blanket, and then put the little tiger doll into her arms.

"Father, when is Mother coming back?"

Little Nuomi asked in a daze, her little hands tightly gripping Su Changqing's clothes, seemingly a little uneasy.

"soon."

Su Changqing gently kissed her smooth forehead, his voice so tender it could melt your heart.

"When you wake up, Mommy will be back. Maybe she'll even bring you some delicious osmanthus cake."

"Really? Then Nuonuo needs to sleep..."

The little guy finally closed his eyes in relief when he heard about the delicious food.

Soon, even and deep breathing sounds began to ring out.

Su Changqing sat on the edge of the bed and quietly watched his daughter's sleeping face for a while.

That delicate, beautifully sculpted face was so serene and adorable.

This is his daughter.

It was the most precious treasure that Su Changqing cherished in this world.

Anyone who dares to touch her will die!

Even if the King of Hell himself came, he would still have to spare my life!

The gentleness in Su Changqing's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a chilling coldness.

He slowly raised his hand and gently made a gesture in the air.

hum-

An invisible ripple spread out, instantly enveloping the entire second-floor bedroom.

That was an absolutely silent barrier.

Unless he takes the initiative to untie it, even if the sky were to fall and the earth were to crack outside, not a single sound would be heard to disturb his daughter's sweet dreams.

After doing all this, Su Changqing slowly lay down next to his daughter and closed his eyes.

But his divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly covering the entire tavern and even every inch of land within a hundred miles.

"Come on, little mice."

"Since you don't want me to sleep, then you can sleep forever."

……

Time slips away, bit by bit.

As the afternoon sun gradually slanted westward, it dyed the street in front of the tavern a blood-red hue.

The pedestrians who used to occasionally pass by have completely disappeared without me noticing.

The whole street became deathly silent; not even the chirping of birds could be heard.

An atmosphere of extreme oppression permeated the air.

It's like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

"They're here."

Lei Wujie, who was guarding the gate, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the Killing Fear Sword in his hand was slightly drawn out of its sheath, emitting an extremely faint sword sound.

call--

A strange gust of wind blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves on the ground.

But the smell carried on the wind made Lei Wujie, who had grown up in Lei Family Fort and was most sensitive to the smell of gunpowder, instantly change his expression.

That wasn't the smell of gunpowder.

That's... the smell of blood!

The pungent, nauseating stench of blood, as if it had just been pulled from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, drifted into the tavern on the wind and filled everyone's nostrils.

Su Changqing had just closed his eyes.

Outside the tavern, a strong, nauseating stench of blood wafted in on the wind.

Lei Wujie's expression changed: "Such a strong killing intent! A tough opponent has arrived!"