The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 106

A warm breath brushed past his ear, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible woody scent—subtle, yet intensely invasive.

Like an invisible net, gently enveloping him.

“Don’t worry, Ning Ning.”

Gu Qingfeng’s voice was low, like a lover whispering in your ear, each word striking precisely at Ning Ning’s tense nerves.

“Your singing… the whole world has heard it.”

“Now, it’s time to show them who truly has the right to stand by your side, to clear away every obstacle for you.”

Ning Ning’s eyelashes trembled violently.

He felt himself being pulled by an irresistible force, drawn even deeper into Gu Qingfeng’s embrace.

The arm holding him, clad in a white glove, gripped firmly, radiating just the right temperature and strength to instill comfort.

But on the other side…

A murderous aura, cold enough to freeze the air and reeking of blood, exploded from the towering “Guardian” captain.

It was Xiao Lin’s wrath.

Even from a distance, it was so overbearing that it made hearts pound.

Ning Ning felt himself caught between two ultimate forces—on one side, a gentle yet dominant whirlpool; on the other, an unbreakable steel barrier.

He was trapped in the middle, dizzy and nearly unable to breathe.

His vision blurred in waves of blackness; everything around him turned into indistinct shapes.

All he could clearly sense was the hand gripping his arm and the gaze that seemed capable of piercing through Gu Qingfeng.

“Let him go.”

The Guardian captain’s voice came out through clenched teeth, each word metallic and harsh.

His hand holding the high-frequency combat blade was taut, veins bulging.

Gu Qingfeng, upon hearing this, didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, the smile at the corner of his lips deepened.

He didn’t even glance at the captain, keeping his eyes fixated on Ning Ning’s pale face with an almost greedy attentiveness.

In those always-smiling eyes surged unconcealed pain… and a near-fanatical, possessive light.

“Why?”

Gu Qingfeng’s low laugh was cultured, almost polite, yet sharpened with poison.

“By your Marshal’s orders?”

“Or by your kind’s barbaric ways, locking someone up under the name of ‘protection’ while in reality ‘imprisoning’ them?”

He slightly tilted his head, and his peripheral vision finally fell upon the S-class soldier, his smile elegant and cruel.

“Look at him now.”

“Who forced him to the point of exhaustion, barely able to stand?”

“Was it your Marshal’s helplessness?”

“Or your Guardians’ failure?”

Each word cut through Xiao Lin’s pride in his so-called “protection,” exposing beneath it the bloody truth called “harm.”

“You—!”

The Guardian captain’s eyes turned red with anger.

His terrifying mental pressure surged like a tsunami!

Yet Gu Qingfeng remained calm, unmoved.

His gentle but potent Nine-Tailed Fox mental power spread like mercury, silently neutralizing the captain’s violent force.

He even had the leisure to gently stroke Ning Ning’s arm with his finger, as if comforting a frightened little animal.

“See? This is the difference.”

“Brute force is the most primitive form of protection.”

“And I,” he paused, a trace of satisfied sigh in his voice, “bring civilization, order, and true healing.”

The royal medical team behind him was the most powerful proof of his words.

Efficient, calm, professional.

Like precise instruments, they established a life-saving barrier amidst the ruins, turning chaos and wailing into a comforting order.

This was entirely different from the Guardians’ method of clearing areas with sheer blood and fire.

Ning Ning’s mind felt foggy; he couldn’t hear Gu Qingfeng’s words clearly, only a constant ringing in his ears.

He wanted to pull away, to step back.

But his body was soft like a cloud, unable even to lift a finger.

At this tense, knife-edge moment…

Ning Ning’s eyes caught a tiny, trembling shadow.

A little girl?

Amidst the ruins, surrounded by white-clad medical personnel and soldiers in black uniforms, the small figure stood out starkly.

She seemed no older than five or six, her body covered in black soot and dust, her tiny face wild-cat like.

A scratch marked her temple, blood mixed with grime, already dried.

She wore a pink dress, torn in several places and soiled, its original color barely discernible.

She stood a short distance away, shivering with fear, her big eyes filled with terror and… a bright, indescribable light.

Her gaze, passing over towering soldiers, solemn medics, even the Guardian captain standing like a mountain before her, landed precisely on Ning Ning.

It was a gaze… fit for a god.

Filled with awe, dependence, and unparalleled worship.

The Guardian captain noticed this tiny intruder and tensed, assuming a new threat.

Yet Gu Qingfeng merely glanced at her.

He didn’t stop her; instead, he slightly loosened his grip on Ning Ning’s arm, giving the child a small gap to approach.

A perfect stage for demonstrating the “divine affinity.”

She seemed to sense a silent permission. Clenching her tiny fist, she summoned courage, stepping forward slowly and cautiously like a frightened fawn, avoiding cold instruments and stern adults.

All eyes followed her.

This small figure alone tore open a rift in the battlefield of imperial politics, a clash between the Empire’s Marshal and the Second Prince that could have shaken the capital.

Finally, she reached Ning Ning.

She stopped, lifting her grimy little face to look at the older boy, more beautiful than any illustrated angel.

His silver hair was soft, like moonlight.

His eyes were purple, like the finest gemstones.

His face was pale, fragile as if it could shatter at any moment.

Yet it was him.

It was his singing, amid the terrifying fire and explosions, that had gently covered her ears like a mother’s hand, letting her no longer be afraid.

The little girl’s lips moved, trying to speak, but her nerves silenced her.

She lowered her head, and slowly, solemnly, extended the small hand she had been clenching tightly.

Opened.

In that scratched, dirty little palm lay a flower.

A tiny, nameless wildflower.

Its petals were pale yellow, edges charred and curling from the fire, delicate stem dusted with fresh soil… and a trace of blood.

The only survivor of this devastating disaster, fragile yet tenacious.

And the most precious gift the little girl, who had lost her home, could offer.

The world seemed to pause in that moment.

The tension, the silent standoff, the power struggle—all became insignificant before this tiny, blood-stained wildflower.

The possessive determination in Gu Qingfeng’s eyes faltered, shaded with a complex, profound depth.

The murderous aura on the Guardian captain softened in the face of such pure, childlike goodwill.

Everyone’s attention focused on that tiny hand and the trembling flower.

Live broadcast cameras faithfully transmitted the scene across every corner of the empire.

Countless people watching the disaster felt their hearts gripped in that instant.

Amid the ruins bloomed hope.

Amid despair, it was the purest faith offered to a god.

The little girl remained silent, staring at Ning Ning with eyes full of starlight, stubbornly and expectantly offering the flower again.

Ning Ning’s muddled consciousness was pierced awake by the fragile, bright yellow.

He blinked, his long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, finally seeing the scene clearly.

A tiny, filthy child.

A tiny, blood-stained wildflower.

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