But at this time there was an assassin in his bedroom, so he didn't have time to ask anything, so he said directly: "Someone came to kill me, but now I'm knocking me out and lying on the ground."

The blind boy turned his head slightly, his heart moved slightly, without a trace of expression on his face, he lowered his head and bowed: "What are you talking nonsense about Young Master Fan?"

"I don't have time to pretend to be deep here, you have to care about me." Fan Xian smiled, thinking that it was time, and you were still pretending not to know each other here. No matter how much you care about it, you took the blind boy's hand and walked towards Beppu.

"The young master is still talking nonsense."

The blind boy frowned slightly, as if he was puzzled why the child in front of him seemed to know his identity. When he sent Fan Xian, who was in his infancy, came to Danzhou, Fan Xian was only a few months old and should have no memory. Could it be that the old lady in the Earl's Mansion told him his identity?

It was already late at night, and a few shrill barking came from a distance. I don’t know whose owner got up and touched the wrong door.

The blind boy Wu Zhu looked cold and looked sideways and listened to Fan Xian’s words. Finally, he moved, closed the door of the grocery store and walked towards the Earl’s Mansion. Fan Xian felt relieved and followed with a small step.

When they arrived outside the Earl's Mansion, the two men crawled back from the dog hole, stood in the bedroom, and "looked" at the assassin who was still unconscious underground.

Fan Xian looked at the people on the ground, not knowing whether the other party was dead or alive, so he was inevitably a little nervous, and turned to ask, "Uncle Wuzhu, you have been staying in the grocery store for the past few years and dared not recognize me, why?"

The blind boy named Wuzhu turned his head again, and after a while, he spoke, "Little Master, you really surprised me."

He was indeed a little surprised. Although he knew that since the child in front of him was a lady's child, he would definitely be a little different, Wuzhu did not expect that the other person was only four years old, and he could... plot against Mr. Fei who came to Kyoto.

"Let's deal with the person in front of you first." Fan Xian had some effort to turn the assassin on the ground over, took off his mask, revealing the assassin's true face.

The assassin's face was thin and he was a little old. His beard began to turn white. But for some reason, the white color was mixed with some green colors, which looked a little disgusting.

Fan Xian was startled and jumped behind Uncle Wu Zhu, grabbed his sleeve, and hummed with a bitter face: "Uncle, this assassin is not good."

"This is the host of Master Fei of the third department of the Supervision Bureau." Wu Zhu slowly squatted down and touched the assassin's jaw. "One of the three people who are recognized as the most profound use of poison in the world, and are proficient in using poison to detoxify and detoxify. Such a powerful person will be ruined by you using a porcelain pillow. I don't know if you are too lucky or his luck is too bad."

"It's his bad luck." Fan Xian said in his heart. Although he was surprised by the name of this person on the ground, he was really not lucky when he thought of him as a monster like him who seemed to be a baby but was actually a monster for two lifetimes.

"Don't touch it with your hands, what if he is poisonous?" Fan Xian reminded the blind boy Wu Zhu.

Wu Zhu did not stop moving or explained anything, but that force made Fan Xian feel that the other party was telling him that there was no poison in this world that could poison him.

Fan Xian squeezed his eyebrows and asked bitterly: "Uncle, what should I do with this person?"

He is not a familiar temper, but in this world, the blind boy in front of him is the first person he knows and the only person he dares to believe in all aspects. He also knows that the other party is a very powerful man, so he deliberately becomes cute and respectful. The word "Uncle" is endless.

His eyes slid around, and finally landed on the knife, biting his teeth, thinking that he might as well stab Lord Fei to death.

Seeing his movements, Wuzhu stood up and shook her head: "Your temperament is so different from that of the lady. At a young age, she is so cruel and ruthless. I don't know who taught her."

"I learned it myself." Fan Xian did not dare to offend this only strong man he dared to trust, and said respectfully: "My nephew knew that my uncle had been staying in the grocery store to protect his nephew, and he also knew that my uncle was afraid that his mother's enemy would come to me because of his uncle's existence, so he did not stay in the Earl's Mansion, so my nephew had to be more cruel."

Wu Zhu shook her head again, saying nothing.

Fan Xian knew that the master servant of his mother had begun to suspicion of him, and asked with a giggle: "Uncle, what should I do next?"

His meaning was very obvious. Uncle Wuzhu would do the same thing as killing.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhu said lightly: "Young Master, you hit the wrong person."

"Ah? Did you hit the wrong person?" Fan Xian was stunned and slowly lowered his head to look at the assassin on the ground with blood on his face.

"But I've been fighting, so I don't need to think too much." Wu Zhu said quietly: "Mr. Fei is the host of the third room of the Supervision Bureau. His identity is in secret... To be precise, he is the subordinate of your father's subordinate. So he came to Danzhou this time, probably not to kill you. If he really came to kill you, then I believe that no matter how capable the young master is, he has died countless times."

Fan Xian then realized that the assassin on the ground seemed to have said before that his father sent him, but...

...

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"The sun is the same as T-BAG, who dares to believe this old slut?"

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Fei Jie has been staying in the Kyoto Supervision Office's research institute for many years. He is an old man in his fifties. Although he has some reputations such as the use of poison, he is already in a semi-retired state. If a powerful person had not asked him to come to Danzhou for classes this time and he would not have the courage to refuse, he would definitely not have left Kyoto.

But unexpectedly, the first time I saw my student, I was beaten by the other party, half a bowl of blood shed, and almost lost my life.

He looked at the little boy in front of him and found that the other person's face was innocent and cute. His big eyes were flashing, mixed with a hint of fear and shame. Such a cute little face, coupled with the little boy's identity, made him full of anger without anywhere to be heard.

Turning back and seeing a guy who looks like a servant, he was about to send his anger to the other party: "Who! Why don't you unlock me quickly! I am Teacher Fei, the Count, hired by Teacher Fei for a large sum of money."

Who knew that the servant seemed to be more proud than him, and ignored him at all, and said coldly: "The agreement between me and your boss does not seem to be the teacher."

"Five Masters?" Fei Jie widened a little muddy, with his brown poisonous eyes, and saw the servant clearly, and was startled: "Five Masters, it turns out it is you."
Chapter completed!