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"You're my father!"
The night traveler was speechless upon hearing this startling statement.
"I……"
"I'm not your father!"
The little boy on the bed had an incredibly determined look in his eyes.
"You are my father!"
Upon seeing this, Su Yu silently gave his apprentice a thumbs up in his heart.
That's a really good act. If he didn't know what Fan Xian was up to, he would have believed it too.
Perhaps the system missed one aspect when assessing Fan Xian's talents: acting skills.
After saying that, the five-year-old boy's eyes welled up with tears almost instantly.
With an expression that was both obedient and aggrieved, she pounced on the night traveler.
"Dad, 893, you're finally back!" 460
A child's arms are ultimately too short; they want to hug the adult, but they can't wrap their arms around them.
He simply grabbed the other person's clothes tightly, and accidentally tore off a piece of fabric.
The night walker paused for a moment, then broke free from Fan Xian's embrace.
At this moment, both of them had eyes full of doubt and shock, their expressions complicated.
Su Yu smiled; he knew perfectly well what the two of them were thinking.
One was surprised that she was crying so hard to lower the other person's guard.
He poured all his inner energy into his hands, exerting all his strength.
Full of confidence, I felt I could subdue the other party.
Who would have thought that it was just a few scraps of cloth?
At this moment, Fan Xian was internally devastated!
The other one was quite puzzled.
His clothes were of the highest quality in the courtyard.
It's not easy to cut even with a knife.
How could a five-year-old boy scratch it with his hand?
Did someone switch these clothes?
The night traveler frowned; perhaps things were more complicated.
Shoddy workmanship, using inferior materials to pass off as superior ones.
Someone is embezzling money in the Censorate!
I need to write to Dean Chen later and ask him to investigate this thoroughly.
These people are incredibly audacious!
Su Yu watched the two of them, each with their own thoughts, and treated it all as amusement.
However, Fan Xian was extremely nervous at that moment.
The sneak attack failed; we're doomed.
He's only five years old, still a child!
I hope I don't die here tonight!
Fan Xian continued to wail and cry to confuse the other party.
While frantically searching for a way to escape, he thought of a solution in his mind.
In that tense moment, only two figures came to mind.
Should I call him Uncle Wuzhu?
No, it's too far, we won't make it in time.
Even if Uncle Wuzhu is fast, it still takes some time for sound to travel.
In those few short moments, the man in black in front of him could kill him with a single blow.
Sir, call the sir here!
Fan Xian then shook his head inwardly, thinking, "This won't do either."
Although the gentleman lived nearby, he was just a weak scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken.
Calling him over would just be sending another person to their death.
Fan Xian felt his vision go black; he knew he was doomed.
However, the brain is indeed a magical thing.
The more urgent the situation, the more likely people are to come up with a quick and ingenious solution.
Fan Xian finally remembered that there was one more person who could definitely help him!
Since the assassins came to kill him because of his mother.
So……
The next moment, the little boy on the bed calmed down again.
He pointed behind the night walker and smiled respectfully.
"Father, are you thirsty?"
“There’s bamboo leaf tea that she prepared for you.”
The night traveler turned his head and glanced at it, then picked up the teapot and poured some tea down his throat.
We were quite thirsty after traveling all night.
After finishing his drink, he looked at Fan Xian and asked casually.
"Who prepared this for me?"
Fan Xian looked serious, his eyes sincere.
"My mother."
The night traveler was taken aback.
"Who?"
"My mother prepared this for you."
"Nonsense, your mother died at birth."
"No, she's always been here."
Where is she?
Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in the little boy's eyes.
He pointed behind the night walker again and called out.
"mother!"
To be precise, besides the surprise, there was also a sense of joy that someone was finally there to testify for him.
And this person was the biological mother he was talking about.
Admittedly, this was a very clumsy feint.
This night-walker is a master who already has his own independent laboratory at the Kyoto Censorate.
Logically speaking, it's absolutely impossible to be fooled.
But they had no choice but to resort to this tactic.
He was a five-year-old boy with extremely sincere eyes.
Moreover, even if the little boy told him that Wu Zhu had prepared the bamboo leaf tea for him.
He wouldn't be so surprised if you told him that Wu Zhu was standing behind him.
But Fan Xian wasn't calling out to anyone else, but to his mother, Ye Qingmei!
A person who was chopped into mincemeat five years ago and is already dead!
A look of utter shock flashed in the Night Walker's brown pupils.
He suddenly turned his head to look behind him.
Then, a crisp 'bang' was heard.
The night traveler collapsed to the ground, his head covered in blood.
Then, Fan Xian weighed the half-eaten pillow in his hand.
Gritting his teeth, he raised his little arm and slammed it down hard on the back of the other person's head again.
Then we saw the child who committed the crime, looking flustered, throw down the murder weapon.
Barefoot, he strode quickly toward Su Yu's room.
"Sir, sir!"
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Chapter Twenty-Three: Murder and Burial? My Disciple, have some decency!
Fan Xian continued to gently knock on Su Yu's door, calling out in a very soft voice.
"Sir, open the door quickly!"
"I am Fan Xian, I have urgent business with you, sir!"
Fan Xian's back felt icy cold.
I don't know if that assassin is dead or not.