The man who was sneak attacking missed, turned around and slashed behind him.
However, Ye Siming was faster. He covered Gu Nuoer's neck with one hand to prevent her from turning to see the coming bloody scene.
The other hand quickly strangled the man's neck.
Before the man could beg for mercy, the boy had already crushed his neck.
Then, Ye Siming shook his arm and threw the body in his hand aside.
The screams in the crowd became louder and everyone fled around in panic.
Only Ye Siming had high murderous intent in his eyes.
He gently lifted the black boots, and the short knife on the ground was firmly grasped in his hand.
Ye Siming looked back and there were three sword-holding assassins attacking him behind him.
The boy protected Gu Nuoer's head and retreated gracefully, avoiding these cold sword blades.
In his eyes, the actions of these people were like unorganized chopping and sweeping.
Ye Siming was dark and cold, with narrow eyes with strong murderous intent, looking at the three people in front of him.
Suddenly, he shook his hand suddenly, and the short knife that he had just grabbed in his palm flew straight to the side.
In the chest of an assassin who was preparing to shoot an archery sneak attack!
The assassin originally wanted to fire the hidden arrow while the chaos was in trouble. As long as he injured Yongyehou, he would be unable to protect the little princess!
However, this Yongye Hou seemed to have three heads and six arms.
Even if he didn't look at the direction where he was hiding, he could throw the knife accurately.
The assassin fell in a pool of blood and died in an instant.
Ye Siming had already retreated in front of Jiang Xiaoran with Gu Nuoer in his arms.
His eyes were filled with dangerous expressions like wolves, and he was as gloomy as if he was about to attack and capture.
It was as if all the suspicious people, no matter where they were hidden, were already seen by him.
The people sent by King Guang gradually surrounded him.
There are as many as fifteen people.
They held swords and surrounded Ye Siming and the others.
Ye Siming reached out and took Jiang Xiaoran's fan in his hand.
Jiang Xiaoran was startled: "What are you doing with this!"
Ye Siming cut his teeth slightly and his voice became cold: "Of course it's killing."
After a while, Ye Siming jumped on the table with his feet.
The old man who had just sold tea hid under the table and was so scared that he hugged his head and screamed.
I saw the boy rushing into the second phase, and his black boots directly hit an assassin's head.
He put pressure on him, and the assassin was not prepared enough, and his knees fell to his knees.
At the same time, Ye Siming bent over and avoided the long sword swinged from the other side.
He took advantage of the situation and stabbed his hand.
"Swish", the fan unfolded, and bloodstained all over the floor.
Jiang Xiaoran's gold-edged folding fan, which was originally used to pretend to be cool, turned into a murderous weapon in Ye Siming's hands!
The assassinated gangster suddenly fell to the ground.
His accomplices saw it around and retreated involuntarily.
However, Ye Siming had no intention of them running away at all.
He held Gu Nuoer alone, held a folding fan in his hand, and approached the assassins who surrounded him little by little with cold steps.
Originally, the assassins relied on their large numbers of people, but now they retreated one after another.
He was forced by Ye Siming to even want to throw his sword and run away!
The young man suddenly flew into them, and the golden fan in his hand looked like an extremely handy sword.
Wherever you go, flowers of blood bloom.
Ye Siming's movements are elegant, as if he is strolling in his garden.
Gu Nuoer lay on his shoulder and finally couldn't help but hum: "Um..."
Ye Siming paused his hand.
I was so happy to kill that I forgot that the little guy is still here.
Ye Siming's folding fan, covered in blood, stopped.
He looked slightly and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"