So that was it.
Ye Siming frowned. He should have at least carried Gu Nuo’er.
No one had ever taught him this and Gu Nuo’er hadn’t resisted either. Therefore, he had never known about this.
Ye Siming understood now and he nodded. “I understand now.”
Seeing that Ye Siming’s expression had eased, Young Master Zhao thought that he was spared.
Unexpectedly, in the next second, Ye Siming suddenly raised the sword and placed it on Young Master Zhao’s neck.
The surrounding students all let out panicked cries. Some of the timid ones even fainted.
However, no one dared to go up to stop Ye Siming.
Who asked Profligate Zhao to have a bad personality and always liked to bully others?
Moreover, everyone had heard his rude words just now.
His downfall was that he might not know that he had offended the princess and Young Master Ye!
At this moment, no one was willing to stand up for him and plead with the princess.
Meanwhile, Gu Nuo’er had been covering her eyes with her small hands the entire time. She was obedient and did not peek at all.
Young Master Zhao’s legs trembled as he looked at Ye Siming with terrified eyes. After a while, everyone saw that his pants were wet.
Did he… pee his pants?
Ye Siming slowly cut a wound on Young Master Zhao’s neck.
Bright red blood instantly seeped out.
However, Profligate Zhao didn’t seem to feel that there was a cut on his neck. He only looked at Ye Siming in horror, his entire body trembling as if he was going to fall and faint at any moment.
Ye Siming admired the expression of his prey before they died, but they reminded him of the days of killings in the Asura Realm.
He suddenly remembered what Bai Yi had said—
“The world here is different from what you think and what you’ve encountered in the past. I don’t know what you’ve experienced in the past.
“But what you have to do now is to learn our rules and integrate. Siming, the most important thing is not to scare the little princess. She’s still too young.”
Ye Siming’s sword suddenly stopped.
His thin lips curled up slightly, and his smile was cold and cruel.
“Your surname is Zhao, right? I’ll remember you. From today onwards, wherever I’m around, you have to learn to lie down on your stomach. If I find out that you’re still so arrogant in the future, the sword won’t just leave a bloody cut.”
The rule in his world was that the winner was king, and the loser could only pay the price of death.
However, ever since he came here, Ye Siming was adapting to the new rules.
After saying that, Ye Siming sheathed his sword so quickly that no one could see it clearly.
He did not look at Young Master Zhao again. Instead, he turned around and walked towards Gu Nuo’er.
Then, he bent down and carried her in his arms, his murderous aura had long been restrained. He said, “Come on, let’s go to class.”
Gu Nuo’er grabbed onto his shoulder, wanting to see how Young Master Zhao was doing.
However, just as she stuck her head out, Ye Siming pressed her back into his arms.
“Don’t look. If you cry because you’re scared, I’ll have to coax you. It’s troublesome.”
Gu Nuo’er puffed up her cheeks indignantly. “Hmph, Baby Nuo won’t cry from fright!”
She really didn’t cry. As for Young Master Zhao, after Ye Siming left, he fell to the ground and broke out in a cold sweat.
The surrounding classmates looked at him with horror. They pointed at him and whispered amongst themselves.
Young Master Zhao vaguely felt that something was flowing down his neck.
He reached out and took a look.
Immediately, a terrifying scream rang out—
“There’s so much blood! I’m bleeding so much! Help me! Send me to the doctor!”
After shouting this, he could no longer endure the horror and suddenly fainted.