So it was.

Ye Siming frowned, he should at least hug Gu Nuoer, that's right.

No one taught him before, and Gu Nuoer never protested, so he never knew.

At this moment, Ye Si clearly understood, and nodded lightly: "I see."

When Young Master Zhao saw his expression softened, he thought he had escaped.

The surrounding students all screamed in panic, some were timid, and even fainted.

But no one dared to stop.

Who made Zhao Wanqian notorious for his bad personality and always bullying?

What's more, he made a rude remark just now, everyone heard it.

The bad is bad, he may not know that he has offended the princess and Ye Gongzi!

At this time, no one is willing to stand up for him and intercede with the princess.

Gu Nuoer covered her eyes with her little hands from beginning to end, obediently, and didn't peek at all.

Zhao Gongzi's legs were trembling, and he looked at Ye Siming with frightened eyes. After a while, everyone saw that his pants were wet.

This… scares the pee?

Ye Siming used the edge of his sword to slowly cut a hole in Zhao Gongzi's neck.

Bright red blood beads seeped out instantly.

But Zhao Wanqian didn't seem to feel that her neck was broken, she just looked at Ye Siming in horror, trembling as if she was about to fall into a coma at any time.

Yesiming admired the expression of the prey before he died, but it reminded him of the days of fighting in the Asura realm.

He suddenly remembered what Bai Yi said—

"The world here is different from what you think and what you have experienced. Although I don't know what you have experienced in the past,

But what you have to do now is to learn our rules and integrate into us, Siming, the most important thing is, don't scare the little princess, she is still too young. "

Ye Siming's sword suddenly stopped.

He smiled coldly and cruelly.

"Is your surname Zhao, I remember you, from today, where I am, you have to learn to lie down, if you let me know, you will be so arrogant in the future, Next time the sword's edge cuts, there will be more than one blood mark."

The rule in his world is that the winner is king, and the loser can only pay the price of death.

But since coming here, Ye Siming is adapting to the new rules.

After all, Ye Siming retracted his sword neatly, so fast that people couldn't see it clearly.

He didn't look at Zhao Gongzi again, but turned around and walked towards Gu Nuoer.

Then bent over and hugged her in his arms, his murderous aura had long since subsided, and said, "Let's go, go to class."

Gu Nuoer tugged at his shoulder with a small hand, and wanted to see how Mr. Zhao was doing.

As a result, as soon as her little head stretched out a little, Ye Siming pushed her back into her arms.

"Don't look at it, you'll cry for a while, and then coax again, trouble."

Gu Nuoer puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction: "Humph, Nuobao won't cry in fear!"

She really didn't cry, and that Mr. Zhao, after Ye Siming left, he fell to the ground, sweating like rain.

The surrounding classmates looked at him with horror in their eyes, they pointed and whispered.

Zhao Gongzi vaguely felt that something was flowing down his neck.

He reached out and touched it and took a look.

A terrifying scream came out—

"A lot of blood! I bleed a lot! Save me! Send me to see the boss!"

After he shouted this sentence, he couldn't bear the fear any longer, and suddenly passed out.