Seeing that the man who made the sneak attack had missed, he turned around and struck behind him.
However, Ye Siming was faster. He covered Gu Nuoer's neck with one hand to prevent her from turning around and seeing the coming bloody scene.
The other hand quickly grabbed the man's neck.
Before the man could even utter a cry for mercy, the boy had already crushed his neck.
Then, Ye Siming threw his arm and threw the body in his hand aside.
The screams in the crowd became louder and louder, and people fled in panic.
Only Ye Siming had murderous intent in his eyes.
With a slight lift of his black boots, the short knife on the ground was firmly grasped in his hand.
Ye Siming looked back and saw three sword-wielding assassins attacking him from behind.
The young man protected Gu Nuoer's head and retreated gracefully, avoiding these cold blades.
In his eyes, these people's actions seemed like hacking and sweeping without any order.
Ye Siming was dark and cold, with narrow eyes filled with murderous intent, looking at the three people in front of him.
Suddenly, he shook his hand violently, and the short knife he had just held in his palm flew straight to the side.
Hit the chest of an assassin who was about to shoot an arrow for a sneak attack!
The assassin originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to launch a hidden arrow, but as long as he hurt Marquis Yongye, he would no longer be able to protect the little princess!
However, this Yong Yehou seems to have three heads and six arms.
Even without looking at the direction in which he was hiding, he was still able to throw the knife accurately.
The assassin fell in a pool of blood and died instantly.
Ye Siming had already hugged Gu Nuoer and retreated in front of Jiang Xiaoran.
His eyes were filled with a wolf-like dangerous look, as if he was about to attack and plunder.
It was as if all suspicious people, no matter where they were hiding, were already in his sight.
People sent by King Guang gradually surrounded him.
There were as many as fifteen people.
They held swords in their hands 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 gritted his teeth slightly and said in a cold voice, "Of course it's murder."
When it was too late, Ye Siming suddenly stepped on the table with his boots and jumped up.
The old man selling tea just now hid under the table, holding his head and screaming in fear.
The young man jumped up and stepped on an assassin's head with his black boots.
He exerted pressure, but the assassin was unprepared and his knees went weak and he fell to the ground.
At the same time, Ye Siming bent down and dodged the sword swung from the other side.
He took advantage of the situation and stabbed with his hand.
With a "swish" sound, the fan unfolded, throwing out blood stains all over the ground.
Jiang Xiaoran's gold-rimmed folding fan, which was originally used to look cool, turned into a murderous weapon in Ye Siming's hands!
The stabbed gangster suddenly fell to the ground.
His accomplices saw him around and retreated involuntarily.
However, Ye Siming had no intention of them running away.
He was holding Gu Nuo'er alone, holding a folding fan in his hand, and slowly approaching the assassins who surrounded him with cold steps.
Originally, the assassins relied on the strength of their numbers, but now they all retreated.
Being forced by Ye Siming, he even wanted to throw away his sword and run away!
The young man suddenly flew into their midst, the golden fan in his hand like a very handy sword.
Wherever it goes, flowers of blood bloom.
Ye Siming's movements were elegant, as if he were strolling leisurely in his own garden.
Gu Nuoer lay on his shoulder and finally couldn't help but moaned: "Well..."
Ye Siming moved his hands.
I was so happy to kill that I forgot that the little guy was still here.
The folding fan covered in blood in Ye Siming's hand stopped.
He turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"