Daqing: Eternal life begins with accepting Fan Xian as your disciple!

Hearing Fan Xian's question.

The corners of Night Walker's mouth twitched, and he stood there blankly.

His face was full of confusion and puzzlement.

What do you mean he finally came?

Does this kid know who he is?

Night Walker frowned and looked at the boy sitting on the bed.

"Who am I?"

Fan Xian said with expectation in his eyes and excitement in his tone.

"You are my father!"

Night Walker was speechless when he heard this shocking sentence.

"I..."

"I am not your father!"

The little boy on the bed had an extremely firm look in his eyes.

"You are my father!"

Seeing this, Su Yu silently gave his apprentice a thumbs up in his heart.

This is really good at pretending. If he didn't know Fan Xian's tricks, he would have believed it.

Perhaps the system missed one item when evaluating Fan Xian's talent, acting skills.

After saying that, the five-year-old boy burst into tears almost instantly.

Looking both well-behaved and aggrieved, he rushed towards the Night Walker.

"Dad, you're finally back!"

After all, the child's arms were too short. He wanted to hug the adult, but couldn't.

He just grabbed the other's clothes hard and accidentally tore off a piece of cloth.

The Night Walker was stunned for a moment, and then he got out of Fan Xian's arms.

At this moment, the two people's eyes were full of confusion, shock, and complicated expressions.

Su Yu smiled, he knew what the two were thinking.

One was surprised that he cried hard and let the other person relax his vigilance.

He poured all his true energy into his hands and exerted all his strength.

Confidently, he felt that he could control the other party.

Who would have thought that he would only grab a few pieces of cloth?

At this moment, Fan Xian was devastated!

And the other one was very puzzled.

This dress of his was a top-grade product in the academy.

It would not be easily cut even by a knife.

How could it be torn by a five-year-old boy's hand?

Did this dress get swapped?

The night walker frowned. Perhaps, the matter was more complicated.

Crudely made, inferior goods passed off as good ones.

Someone in the Inspection Institute was corrupt!

I have to write a letter to let Dean Chen investigate.

These people are too bold!

Su Yu looked at the two people with their own thoughts and treated them as fun.

However, Fan Xian was extremely nervous at this moment.

The sneak attack failed, it was all over.

He was only five years old, still a child!

He wouldn't die here tonight!

Fan Xian continued to cry and confuse the other party.

At the same time, he quickly thought of a way to escape.

In the tense moment, only two figures appeared in his mind.

Call Uncle Wuzhu?

No, the distance is too far, it's too late.

Even if Uncle Wuzhu is fast, it takes some time for the sound to be transmitted.

These few moments are enough for the black-clothed man in front of him to slap him to death.

Sir, call the sir over!

Fan Xian then shook his head in his heart, this won't work either.

Although the sir is close, he is just a weak scholar who can't even tie a chicken.

Wouldn't it be another death if I called him over?

Fan Xian felt his eyes go black, he was going to die.

However, the brain is indeed a magical thing.

Often the more urgent the situation, the easier it is for people to come up with wisdom in a hurry.

Fan Xian finally thought of another person who could definitely help him!

Since the assassins came to kill him because of his mother.

Then...

The next moment, the little boy on the bed calmed down again.

He pointed behind the night walker and smiled respectfully.

"Dad, are you thirsty?"

"There is bamboo leaf tea that she prepared for you."

The night walker turned his head and took a look, then picked up the teapot and poured some tea into his throat.

After traveling all night, he was indeed a little thirsty.

After drinking it, he looked at Fan Xian and asked casually.

"Who prepared it for me?"

Fan Xian looked serious and his eyes were sincere.

"My mother."

The night walker was stunned.

"Who?"

"My mother prepared it for you."

"Nonsense, your mother died when you were born."

"No, she has always been here."

"Where is she?"

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the little boy on the bed.

He pointed behind the night walker again and shouted.

"Mom!"

To be precise, in addition to surprise, there was also a kind of joy that someone finally came to help him testify.

And this person was the mother he mentioned.

Admittedly, this was a very lame trick of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.

This night walker was a master who had already independently owned a laboratory in the Kyoto Inspection Institute.

In theory, it was absolutely impossible to be fooled.

But he had no choice but to use this trick.

It was a five-year-old boy with extremely sincere eyes.

And even if the little boy told him that it was Wuzhu who prepared the bamboo tea for him.

If he said that Wuzhu was standing behind him, he would not be so surprised.

But Fan Xian was not calling anyone else, but his mother, Ye Qingmei!

A person who had been chopped into meat paste five years ago and had long been dead!

The night walker's brown pupils flashed a very shocked look at this time.

He turned his head sharply and looked back.

Then, there was a crisp sound of "bang".

The night walker fell to the ground with blood all over his head.

Then, Fan Xian weighed the half-remaining pillow in his hand.

Put the toothAfter biting, he raised his little arm and hit the other person's back of the head again.

Then he saw that the child who committed the crime threw down the murder weapon in panic.

Walking towards Su Yu's room barefoot, he walked quickly.

"Sir, sir!"

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