The boy's narrow and long eyes were like a deep sea.
However, at this moment, it was as if a flame had dripped into his extraordinarily cold eyes, immediately igniting a boiling murderous aura.
He detested these useless and weak mortals.
If he had come a second later just now, the blade would have slashed Gu Nuo'er's cheek.
It was not up to others to hurt his little thing.
Ye Siming stared at the assassins in front of him with a cold and beastly gaze.
The blood from the injured assassins on the ground aroused the evil nature in Ye Siming's heart that he had suppressed.
"Gu Nuo'er," The boy's voice was hoarse and deep, filled with danger. "Didn't you want to know my true identity? Today, I'll show you."
Ye Siming slowly covered Gu Nuo'er's eyes with his slender fingers and half carried her in his arms.
Even so, he still remembered that she was afraid of blood.