But there was still an unconscious assassin in his bedroom, so he had no time to ask. "Someone came to kill me, and I knocked him out. He's lying on the floor."
The blind youth tilted his head slightly. His heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless. He bowed his head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, Young Master Fan?"
"I don't have time to pretend to be profound. You have to pay attention to me." Fan Xian chuckled, thinking, "Why are you still pretending not to know me at a time like this?" He took the blind youth by the hand and walked in the direction of the manor.
"Young Master, you're still talking nonsense."
The blind youth frowned slightly, as if wondering why the child in front of him seemed to know who he was. When he had sent Fan Xian, still in swaddling clothes, to Danzhou, Fan Xian had only been a few months old, so he shouldn't have had any memories. Could it be that the Count's wife had told him who he was?
It was late at night, and a few mournful barks could be heard in the distance. Someone had woken up in the middle of the night and found the wrong door.
The blind youth, Wu Zhu, had a cold expression on his face as he listened to Fan Xian. Finally, he moved. He closed the door of the grocery store and walked toward the Count's manor. Fan Xian breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to catch up.
Outside the Count's manor, the two of them crawled back through the dog hole and stood in the bedroom, "looking" at the unconscious assassin on the floor.
Fan Xian looked at the man on the floor. He didn't know if he was dead or alive, so he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. "Uncle Wu Zhu," he asked, "you've been staying in the grocery store these past few years, not daring to recognize me. Why?"
The blind youth, Wu Zhu, tilted his head again. After a while, he said, "Young Master, you really surprised me."
He was indeed surprised. Although he knew that the child in front of him was the Lady's child, there had to be something different about him. But Wu Zhu hadn't expected him to be so mature at the age of four, and to be able to... plot against Master Fei, who had come to the capital.
"Let's deal with this person first." Fan Xian turned the assassin over with some effort and took off his mask, revealing the assassin's true appearance.
The assassin's face was thin, and he was already a little old. The beard on his chin had begun to turn white, but for some reason, there was a faint green color mixed in with the white, which made him look a little disgusting.
Startled, Fan Xian jumped behind Wu Zhu and grabbed his sleeve. "Uncle," he whimpered, "this assassin doesn't look good."
"This is Master Fei of the Third Bureau of the Overwatch Council." Wu Zhu slowly crouched down and touched the assassin's chin. "He is one of the three most adept poisoners in the world. He is an expert in using, identifying, and detoxifying poisons. To think that such a formidable character would be ruined by you with a porcelain pillow. I don't know if you're too lucky, or if he's too unlucky."
"It's his bad luck." Fan Xian thought to himself. Although he was surprised by the name of the man on the ground, he realized that he had run into a monster who looked like an infant but had lived two lives as a demon. His luck was not very good.
"Don't touch him with your hands. What if he's poisoned?" Fan Xian reminded Wu Zhu.
Wu Zhu did not stop moving, nor did he explain anything. But the way he moved made Fan Xian feel that he was telling him that there was no poison in this world that could kill him.
Fan Xian frowned and asked, "Uncle, what do we do with this man?"
He wasn't the type of person who was overly familiar with others. It was just that in this world, this blind young man was the first person he had ever known, and the only person he could trust completely. He also knew that this man was a formidable martial artist, so he deliberately acted cute and respectful, saying the word "uncle" over and over again.
His eyes darted around, and finally fell on the knife. He gritted his teeth, thinking that he might as well stab this Master Fei to death.
Sensing his actions, Wu Zhu stood up and shook his head. "Your temperament is far different from the lady's. You're so young, yet you're already so ruthless. I don't know who taught you that."
"I learned it myself." Fan Xian didn't dare offend the only martial artist he could trust. He said respectfully, "I know that you've been guarding the grocery store to protect me. I also know that you were afraid that my mother's enemies would find me because of you, so I didn't stay in the Count's manor. So I had to be ruthless."
Wu Zhu shook his head again, and said nothing.
Fan Xian knew that this master servant of his mother was beginning to suspect him. He laughed and asked, "Uncle, what should I do next?"
His meaning was clear. It was better to let Uncle Wu Zhu do the killing.
Unexpectedly, Wu Zhu said, "Young master, you've hit the wrong person."
"Huh? Hit the wrong person? "Fan Xian was stunned. He slowly lowered his head to look at the assassin on the ground, his face covered in blood.
"But I've already hit him, so there's no need to think too much about it." Wu Zhu said calmly, "Master Fei is the head of the Third Bureau of the Overwatch Council. His secret identity... to be precise, he's the subordinate of your father's subordinate. So I don't think he came to Danzhou to kill you. If he really did come to kill you, I believe that no matter how capable you are, you would have died countless times over. "
Only then did Fan Xian remember that the assassin on the ground had said that his father had sent him, but …
...
...
"Damn, he looks like T-Bag. Who would believe a pervert like him?"
— — —
Fei Jie had been staying in the Institute of the Overwatch Council in the capital these past few years. He was an old man in his fifties, and although he had the reputation of being a master of poisons, he was in a semi-retired state. If it weren't for the fact that someone powerful had asked him to come to Danzhou to teach, and that he didn't have the courage to refuse, he would never have left the capital.
But he hadn't expected that the first time he saw his student, he would be beaten up so badly, he would bleed half a bowl of blood, and almost lose his life.
He looked at the little boy in front of him, and found that his face was innocent and adorable. His big eyes flickered with a hint of fear and shame. Such a cute little face, coupled with his identity as a little boy, left him with nowhere to vent his anger.
Turning his head, he saw a servant, and prepared to vent his anger on him. "Who are you?! Hurry up and untie me! I'm Master Fei, who was hired by the Count with a lot of money. "
Unexpectedly, the servant seemed to be even more arrogant than he was. Ignoring him, he said coldly, "The agreement between me and your superior doesn't seem to include you as a teacher."
"Master Wu?" Fei Jie widened his murky, brown eyes. When he saw the servant's appearance, he was shocked. "Master Wu, it's you."
Hearing the assassin call himself Fei Jie after waking up, Fan Xian felt that the matter was indeed puzzling.
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