Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Someone just reported to the official, saying that there are assassins here who intend to kill the princess!

These officers and soldiers rushed over without stopping.

However, they looked at the scene in front of them.

The assassin's corpse was lying in a row, and his injuries were all one-shot cuts.

King Guang was lying with an assassin who was still alive.

Nosebleeds, bruised cheeks.

The officers and soldiers asked hesitantly, "Is Wang Ye also one of the assassins?"

King Guang is like a rat whose tail has been stepped on with a guilty conscience.

Suddenly he jumped up from the ground: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, this king will punish you for the death penalty of beheading you! I rushed all the way to protect the safety of the princess, and was mistaken for an assassin."

Gu Nuo'er was put on the ground by Ye Siming.

She pursed her pink lips, and narrowed her eyes with a half-smiley smile: "Well, I believe it."

Guang Wang Yuguang glanced at Gu Nuo'er, but did not dare to meet her bright and dark eyes.

Ye Siming said to the officers and soldiers in a deep breath: "Take this assassin to Zhao Prison and torture him, and he will definitely explain it."

After all, the boy looked at King Guang with cold and deep eyes.

"As for the prince, when the emperor asks, you can explain it yourself."

The officers and soldiers clasped their fists and took orders.

Ye Siming took Gu Nuoer and turned around, walking towards Jiang Xiaoran and Xie Yinxiang, who were already stunned.

Although he was afraid, Jiang Xiaoran still kept Xie Yinxiang in his arms.

The situation was so critical.

The four of them were surrounded by a dozen assassins.

He hugged Xie Yinxiang tightly without even thinking about it.

Ye Siming returned the blood-stained fan to Jiang Xiaoran.

"I usually see that you always take such useless things, and you still find it boring. Now it doesn't seem to be completely useless."

Ye Siming said lightly, and added, "It's a little dirty, but you just used it for a fan, and it still works."

Jiang Xiaoran stared at the blood-stained folding fan.

He waved his hands again and again and laughed dryly: "No need, I suddenly feel that using such exaggerated things on my body is a waste! I'll give it to you."

God knows he put a pair of gold fan bones on the fan at first, just to look good.

Unexpectedly, in Ye Siming's hands, it would be the most convenient weapon for murder.

Thinking of just now, he was able to handle the assassins with ease, and he held the folding fan in his hand and stabbed freely.

Just like a sinister noble son who kills without blinking his eyes.

Anyone who encounters it will be killed.

Xie Yinxiang regained her senses and hurriedly pushed Jiang Xiaoran away.

She ran to Gu Nuo'er to make sure she was not injured.

"Today is too thrilling, but fortunately Nuo'er is fine."

Gu Nuo'er waved her small hands, and the word "not afraid" was written on her round and tender face.

"With Brother Siming here, I never worry about getting hurt. It's a pity that those assassins always come to die in vain."

Ye Siming crouched down and looked at Gu Nuoer back and forth.

Gu Nuoer wrinkled her little nose, and her eyelashes blinked: "I'm not hurt!"

Ye Siming said casually, "Let me see if your clothes are dirty. You have dressed up carefully. I don't want blood on your skirt."

Although he didn't want everyone to see how delicate and cute the little guy is today.

But she wears it so beautifully, and she definitely doesn't want her little skirt to get dirty.

Fortunately, Ye Siming was very careful to avoid the splashes of blood when he started to do it.

Seeing that Gu Nuo'er was not on him, he pulled his lips and smiled lightly: "It's okay."

Gu Nuo'er arched into his arms and smiled sweetly: "That's because Brother Siming is amazing!"