Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 425 No matter what, my sister-in-law is always by my side (10,000 words)
boom!
boom!
boom!
The muffled sound, like suppressed thunder in thick clouds, echoed in the ears of the little prince and the middle-aged man. Even the six experts guarding outside the door changed their expressions, instantly pushed open the door and came in, surrounding the little prince.

feet.

Fenglai Inn.

It felt as if we were truly in the midst of a violent storm, swaying uncontrollably.

call.

Taking a deep breath, the little prince forced himself to calm down and quietly walked towards the windowsill. The middle-aged man behind him also subconsciously moved closer. Through the crack in the window, the scene on the street below instantly came into their eyes.

The crescent moon had already hidden behind the clouds.

A long, crimson dragon suddenly appeared on the street that should have been pitch black.

Upon closer inspection, they realized the torches were actually torches. The flickering flames illuminated the black armor below, and the cold, metallic gleam felt like steel needles piercing their eyes, causing a slight stinging sensation. The flames coalesced into a vast, crimson ribbon, spreading across the sky and earth, bathing the dark night in a bright red glow.

A metal helmet, metal armor, metal battle armor, metal boots...

At first glance, they look like statues made entirely of molten metal.

There were just too many metal statues, densely packed throughout the street, stretching as far as the eye could see.

raging fire!

Steel!

Just looking at this scene made the little prince feel as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

The eerie metal statues looked as if they were all made from the same mold, with almost no difference between them.

They stood in a straight line, and despite the lack of any commands, every movement was perfectly synchronized. The little prince and the middle-aged man watched as the metal statues simultaneously raised their right legs and then suddenly lowered them.

boom!
This time, the violent roar was even clearer.

The overwhelming and domineering aura made the little prince's heart tremble, almost breaking free from the restraints in his chest.

He knew that those were not metal statues, but the most terrifying black-armored warriors under Song Yan's command. Although they moved slowly, they were like a heavy torrent of steel, capable of mercilessly crushing everything in their path into dust.

Gudong.

Gudong.

His throat kept moving as he swallowed saliva.

Cold beads of sweat rolled slowly down his forehead and into his eyes, stinging with a burning pain that made the little prince shudder. He instinctively raised his right hand to wipe the sweat from his eyes, but only then did he realize with horror that both his hands had become numb.

He knew he was afraid.

He had always believed that the grassland cavalry was invincible.

But now, for the first time, he began to doubt this belief: could the most elite cavalry on the grasslands really break through the blockade of this steel torrent?
he does not know.

However, he understood that the man named Song Yan and his army would become the most terrifying enemy on the entire grassland.

The Little Prince's expression kept changing, sometimes with fear, sometimes with madness, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The middle-aged man also felt a dryness in his throat. His lips trembled slightly as he forced down his fear, a fawning smile spreading across his face: "Perhaps, they were just passing by..."

The words had barely left his mouth when the black-armored warrior, who had been walking down the street, suddenly stopped.

The little prince blinked and silently looked at the other person.

The middle-aged man's face stiffened, and even his fawning smile became somewhat awkward. He touched his nose and forced himself to save face: "Although we stopped here, our target may not necessarily be the Wind Inn."

Just then, a man who looked like a lieutenant made a gesture, and the neat ranks instantly split into two arcs, quickly surrounding the Wind Inn.

The little prince's lips trembled, and his breathing seemed a little rapid.

The middle-aged man's expression grew increasingly awkward. He racked his brains, feeling he had to say something at this moment, otherwise he would feel something was missing: "Although their target is the Wind Inn, they may not be looking for us, after all, that Song Yan... Waaaaah..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little prince couldn't take it anymore and quickly stepped forward, covering the man's mouth with his own.

Unfortunately, the Little Prince's actions came too late. Suddenly, a man emerged from the black-armored warriors downstairs. It was none other than Song Yan. He glanced at the signboard and stepped into the Wind Comes Inn.

damn it.

Is this guy born in the Year of the Crow?
If he continues talking like that, I'm afraid I'll lose my head soon.

Taking a deep breath, the little prince's expression gradually became serious and crazed.

Even though he had looked down on Song Yan before, those contempts had long since vanished after seeing the black-armored warriors in person. He knew that someone like Song Yan, who was already here, must have enough confidence to succeed.

Actually, if you're focused on escaping, you still have a chance.

But he couldn't do that.

Song Yan's existence poses a significant threat to the entire grasslands, and he cannot allow such a threat to continue to exist. This is no longer a struggle between him and his brother; it is a conflict between nations and ethnic groups.

The killing intent in his eyes grew stronger.

He's probably going to die here.

Song Yan is the same!
The little prince pursed his lips and gave a wink to the six guards beside him. He then saw a fierce and crazy glint flash in the eyes of the guards, and their hands slowly moved to their waists.

The gleaming scimitar was slowly drawn out, like the moon disappearing into the sky.

……

The innkeeper of Fenglai Inn was almost in tears.

His face was wrinkled and he looked miserable.

Looking at Song Yan who suddenly appeared, the expression on his face was hard to describe as either resentment or despair. How many times had this happened? The same governor, the same black-armored soldiers; only back then, the governor was still an earl, and now he was a marquis, and there were more black-armored soldiers than before.

Sniffling, suppressing the urge to cry, the shopkeeper forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and shakily approached Song Yan, his plump, almost unrecognizable back already bent over: "My lord, what's wrong...?"

Song Yan had a fairly good impression of this old acquaintance, patted the innkeeper on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't panic, it's just a small matter. Have you had any special guests at the inn recently?"

"special?"

"They're just different from ordinary guests."

"On the third floor... a few guests have booked the entire third floor. They are quite different from the other guests. They rarely come out of their rooms, and they even find their own food, never asking the inn to prepare anything. They don't even allow the inn's staff to come up and clean or make the beds." The innkeeper was also clever, and upon hearing this, he immediately revealed everything he knew.

Although he felt sorry for the inn, he also understood that for the governor to cause such a commotion, something extraordinary must have happened. Right now, the most important thing was to clear himself of the situation as soon as possible.

Song Yan pondered softly, then turned to look at Zhang Ci. Although the female corpse in the ditch outside the city wasn't Zhang Yan, the sudden appearance of such a murderer in Pingyang City, which had been peaceful for several months, made Zhang Ci's immediate suspicion fall on this person. Naturally, he had to follow and see for himself.

Recalling Jia Yifei's words, the murderer was a psychopath, and the victim had endured extremely cruel torture before her death, even being defiled. If Zhang Yan had also been abducted by this person, the scene in the room would be rather unpleasant. Taking a group of soldiers up with him would certainly be safer, but Zhang Ci's granddaughter's reputation would be completely ruined, which would be too pitiful for a young girl…

He valued Zhang Ci highly.

His current cooperation with the Zhang family is purely based on mutual benefit.

Song Yan wouldn't mind adding a favor on top of this benefit.

As for whether the alien races on the third floor would escape... this question never crossed Song Yan's mind. All the streets around Fenglai Inn were already surrounded by thousands of black-armored soldiers, making it impenetrable. Military crossbows were already in the air. How could they escape?
With tens of thousands of soldiers and black-armored warriors deployed throughout Pingyang City, where could they possibly run to?
"Grandpa Zhang, please wait here downstairs. I'll go up and take a look." Stretching his arm, Song Yan strode towards the stairs without waiting for Zhang Ci's reply. He had only taken a couple of steps when he felt a chill from behind, and a pure white, snow-white figure had silently appeared beside him.

It is Luo Tianyi.

Sure enough, no matter when or where, my sister-in-law was always by my side.

Her delicate face remained as aloof as ever.

Her face was expressionless, but as if she noticed her brother-in-law's gaze, her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

If there was even a tiny bit of worry in my heart before, now I feel much more at ease and stride upstairs.

They soon arrived at the third floor, and Song Yan walked step by step toward the room the innkeeper had mentioned.

He didn't try to hide his footsteps. Tap, tap, tap.

In the quiet Wind Comes Inn, such sounds were exceptionally clear.

Everyone in the bedroom, including the middle-aged man, held their breath. Cold sweat dripped into their eyes, ran down their noses, and fell to the ground. They remained completely still.

They are waiting.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Finally, the sound stopped.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open.

Almost simultaneously, six curved blades, radiating murderous intent, slashed down at the person in front of the door.

Just then, a flash of cold light appeared.

The six curved blades that had just been cleaved down instantly rose into the air, along with the hands holding the hilts.

This all happened so fast.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause. Song Yan could even clearly see the faces that hadn't yet transformed into shock, madness, and cruelty. He could see the horror that had just appeared in their eyes. Their bodies were frozen in place, and their right hands, which were holding knives, had all been severed from their wrists.

The girl who had drawn her longsword remained standing quietly at the doorway, the blade outstretched. Whether it was due to the incredible speed of her strike or the unique nature of the sword, there was not a trace of crimson on the blade.

Luo Tianyi's face remained as cold as ice, showing no emotion whatsoever.

The pause button has been removed.

Streams of scarlet blood gushed from the wrists of the six men like fountains.

The arm and scimitar that had been tumbling in mid-air finally fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……

A piercing scream suddenly echoed from the third floor. The sound was chilling in the silent night, so much so that many guests in the inn instinctively wrapped themselves tighter in their blankets and trembled.

The noise was absolutely terrifying.

The feeling of having one's arm cut off must be quite unpleasant; even these barbarians couldn't bear it, and the excruciating pain contorted their faces.

Some people were already lying on the ground, rolling around incessantly.

Someone tried to use their other hand to stop the cut on their wrist, but to no avail.

In just a few breaths, the bedroom doorway was already a sea of ​​crimson, and a thick stench of blood began to permeate the inn.

Directly in front of the entrance stood a young man in his twenties, gripping the hilt of a knife tightly with both hands, maintaining the posture of trying to split Mount Hua... It wasn't that he didn't want to split it, but that he couldn't.

A sharp, cold glint was already pointed at his throat.

It was a sharp sword extended horizontally from Luo Tianyi's hand.

If the young man had taken another step forward, the sword tip would have instantly torn his throat open.

At this moment, the little prince's face was ashen. Even though he had witnessed the power of the black-armored warriors before, he was still mad despite his fear. But now, only despair remained in his eyes.

He was prepared to go all out and take a desperate gamble to eliminate a deadly enemy for the grasslands.

He made excellent arrangements.

He saw Song Yan enter the inn with an old man. He believed that Song Yan would come looking for him. Just as Song Yan pushed open the door, seven curved blades fell at the same time, enough to chop Song Yan into mincemeat.

The plan was perfect, but who could have imagined it would turn out like this?

The Little Prince finally met Song Yan, a handsome young man whose striking appearance even stirred a strong sense of disgust in the Little Prince. What made the Little Prince even more distressed was the smile on Song Yan's face, a smile that only a victor would wear.

What he found most unacceptable was that this damned Song Yan was hiding behind a woman; he couldn't bear to be defeated by such a man.

Just then, Song Yan tightened his collar and finally stepped out from behind Luo Tianyi. Although it was inside the inn, the temperature was still a bit cold.

Originally, Song Yan was prepared to take action himself. After all, he was now a sixth-grade martial artist, and with the cultivation of the Vajra Arhat Technique, his physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary martial artists. Although he was not sure where his limit was, Song Yan had a feeling that even if he encountered a seventh-grade martial artist, he might not lose.

Even an eighth-rank martial artist would have the power to fight.

In the martial arts world, he should be considered a master to some extent.

However, in his sister-in-law's eyes, he will probably always be that rookie who can only be protected by her.

Luo Tianyi would absolutely not agree to such a risky move, giving Song Yan no chance to argue.

Considering that his sister-in-law was a ninth-rank martial artist who could easily suppress him, Song Yan humbly accepted her advice.

As for feeling embarrassed... well, it's natural to feel a little embarrassed the first time a woman protects you.

But after a while, you stop noticing anything unusual about it.

Habits are truly a terrible thing.

Her gaze swept over the young man, and she sniffed.

The sour, rotten substance from not bathing for years.

They eat mutton as their staple food and drink goat milk year-round. The volatile fatty acids produced after the animal fat is metabolized are excreted through sweat, which creates the unique muttony smell.

This is a body odor that no Han Chinese from the Central Plains would ever possess.

His chest was bare, and beneath the thick chest hair was a hideous wolf head tattoo, further proving his noble status among the alien race.

It's unclear whether he was a Xiongnu or a Turk, since both groups worship wolves, and some Jurchen tribes even worshipped wolf totems.

Song Yan's eyes were somewhat gloomy. He had thought he had managed Pingyang City like an iron barrel, but now it seemed that it was like a sieve... The alien race had infiltrated the city without him noticing.

This feeling is truly unpleasant.

She pursed her lips, then glanced behind the young man. A middle-aged man was curled up, subconsciously trying to minimize his presence.

From the corner came a wailing sound; two women were writhing desperately, sending out distress signals. One of them was Zhang Yan, whose large eyes held fear, despair, and the joy of being saved.

On the bed, a woman lay quietly, motionless.

His body was covered in marks from being whipped, his clothes were tattered, his skin was cracked, and blood dripped slowly from his fingertips onto the floor, pooling together.

already dead.

This scene caused Song Yan's pupils to suddenly contract, and his fingers to clench unconsciously.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Excessive force caused a crisp sound in the knuckles.

Anger burned within his chest, as if even his eyes were a crimson red.

The next second, Song Yan suddenly stepped forward and kicked the young man hard in the abdomen.

boom.

The young man's body flew backward instantly, his thick, broad back slamming heavily against the wall, instantly cracking it and sending dirt flying. His once tall frame was now hunched over, his intestines seemingly ruptured by Song Yan's kick, waves of excruciating pain spreading through his body with the writhing of his intestines.

A ferocious and cruel smile appeared on Song Yan's face, his eyes fixed on the area between the young man's legs.

Since we can't control that thing, there's no point in keeping it, right?

(End of this chapter)