"I'm not drunk..." A drunk person never likes being told they're drunk, and Feng Guang was no exception. Leaning against Nan Ke's chest, she slurred, "You old man... don't think that just because this princess is drunk, you can lay a hand on me..."

“Right now, it seems like Fengguang is throwing herself into my arms.” Nan Ke patted her back, his smile undiminished.

Feng Guang simply thought there was a human-shaped pillar to lean on, so she leaned against it without even thinking about the words "throwing herself into his arms." She was unaware that many people around her were already looking at her. She just stood on tiptoe, trying to rest her chin on his shoulder to make herself more comfortable. But when she realized that she wasn't tall enough even on tiptoe, she snorted in dissatisfaction.

The princess, now that she's drunk, is in a particularly bad mood.

Nan Ke felt a ticklish sensation as she rubbed against him. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he was about to pick her up and hang her on his body when Feng Guang hurriedly called out "Be careful!" and pushed him away.

At the same time, a person wielding a knife slashed at the spot where Nan Ke had just stood, but because Nan Ke had been pushed away by Feng Guang, the knife went straight for Feng Guang.

The still-drunk girl couldn't possibly escape the attack herself. She instinctively closed her eyes, but instead of feeling any pain, a warm drop of liquid landed on her cheek.

Feng Guang opened his eyes groggily and saw a hand gripping a knife blade, blood dripping incessantly onto the ground. The sound struck his heart again and again.

She followed the hand and saw it was Nan Ke.

Feng Guang tilted her head and blinked in confusion. Being drunk, her mind was still slow to process what she was going through. Right now, she was mostly just confused. The bloodstains on her face only made her look even more breathtakingly beautiful.

Nan Ke smiled and then reached out with his other clean, bloodless hand to gently wipe away the little bit of blood on her face.

The assassin tried to draw the knife that Nan Ke was holding to attack again, but he couldn't. At the same time, he felt a powerful pressure brewing.

Assassins are never short of a sense of crisis.

The assassin tried to retreat again, but he couldn't move. His body, along with his blade, turned to ashes inch by inch, without even a cry of pain.

Nan Ke also lowered his hand, blood still dripping from it. At this moment, no other sound could be heard.

For a moment, the atmosphere was quiet.

"Murder!" Someone shouted, and the stunned crowd immediately scattered and fled. In no time, only Feng Guang and Nan Ke remained on the once bustling street.

Feng Guang stood there blankly for a while, his hiccups subsiding. She walked over, took his injured hand, and said blankly, "Nan Ke, you're injured..."

The wounds were so deep they exposed bone. She had never been able to bear seeing such bloody things, but perhaps under the influence of alcohol, she was now much bolder.

"It's just a minor injury." Nan Ke's expression was relaxed, showing no sign of pain. Instead, he seemed afraid of getting her hands dirty, so he tried to pull his hand back.

Feng Guang held onto his hand tightly, the spirit stone on her bracelet glowing faintly, the warm light reflecting on his hand, and the wound on his hand quickly healed.