Chapter 3297: The God in My Heart: The Princess’s Yandere Musician (48)

The girl was stunned.

Her first impression of Ning Guzhi was that he was a very good-looking boy. How good-looking was he... like a young man in bright clothes and heavy colors that only existed in paintings.

She had never seen such a good-looking person in her life.

The forest was dead silent, with only the sound of the wind.

All the men in black clenched their swords in their hands and stared at Ning Guzhi. They were inexplicably shocked by his cold and dangerous temperament, which was unreasonably attractive. They did not speak or move, and were frozen here for a while.

But Ning Guzhi did not have the patience. The young man raised a cold and cruel arc on his delicate eyebrows, sneered softly, and looked down at them with a smile, his tone was full of mockery, not light or heavy, but it fell on his heart.

"Don't understand what people say?" The boy said indifferently: "You blocked my way."

The wind crushed the boy's wanton and wild words and floated to everyone's ears.

For some reason, the men in black did not dare to act easily.

Ning Guzhi opened his thin lips slightly, revealing only impatience and a vague mockery, and spat out a word: "Get lost."

The atmosphere was dead silent for a second.

The men in black looked at each other and gritted their teeth.

No one saw how the young man attacked, but the first man who stabbed Ning Guzhi with a sword had already hit the tree in the distance in a flash, flying several meters away, spitting out large pieces of blood, staining his clothes red, and his eyes were wide open before he died.

And Ning Guzhi had already taken the assassin's weapon with his backhand. The young man had no expression on his face, holding the sword in one hand, against the light of dusk, with a cold and murderous aura.

The young man's clothes fluttered in the whistling wind, and he stood up lightly and neatly from the horse's back, leaped over the horse's head with his toes, and turned the cold sword in his hand, like the god of death descending on the earth.

The eyes of the man in black gradually became horrified.

Ning Guzhi attacked ruthlessly, the tip of the sword was stained with blood, and the cold silver light reflected the boy's deep profile.

Until the last black-clothed man fell.

Died with eyes open.

The boy was tall and slender, standing at the highest point of the forest, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, arrogant and cold.

Ning Guzhi threw down the sword casually, his movements were very casual, and he was inexplicably soul-stirring, and sneered lazily, "I told you to get out."

He had to die.

Who to blame.

The boy didn't care about what happened just now. When he glanced sideways, he saw the girl standing there stupidly, staring at him blankly.

Ning Guzhi frowned, and he glanced at the black-clothed man lying on the ground calmly, vaguely seeing that his neck was stained red with blood, and a vague tattoo was shrouded.

He narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became a little darker.

He had only seen such tattoos on people in the Prince's Mansion.

A thousand thoughts passed through his mind, and the tip of the boy's tongue gently hooked across his thin, red lips, and he chuckled, very indifferent.

He turned around and looked at the shivering girl standing under the tree, tapped the horse's back with his slender fingers, and said casually: "Come here."

Ning Guzhi took the girl back to Beijing and came to his own mansion. He handed her over to the housekeeper and ordered: "Find a doctor for her, and bring her to the study to see me after the treatment."

The girl's facial features were fair and delicate, and her face was pale at this moment. It seemed that she was frightened. There was a pair of deer-like eyes under her long eyelashes, but they were covered with a layer of heavy fog, staring at the back of the boy who was walking away.

Later, Ning Guzhi learned that the girl was called Lin Xi.

She was from a scholarly family. Her father was an official in the court. He was too upright and loyal, so he offended the prince. He was massacred when he retired from the court and returned home.