Chapter Five: Pillow Talk

  Although Fan Xian appeared to be only four years old, he was actually a mature soul. The blood and corpses of the first day he came to this world were deeply etched in his mind, so he had always been extremely uneasy about his unclear origins, knowing that one day it would bring him trouble.

  It seems like this trouble has finally arrived today.

  The sneak attack was unsuccessful, and it's impossible to repeat the trick. He was drinking and crying pitifully, trying to confuse the night walker, while quickly turning his brain to find a way to escape.

  If he had cried out for help, the other would have killed him in a very short time, but seeing that the other was not making any moves at this moment, it was clear that he had been stunned by his own random cry of "Dad".

  Fan Xian's mind turned quickly, seeing that the sneak attack was ineffective, relying on his own super-young innate advantage, looking at the night walker, he burst into tears: "Dad, Dad......"

  One side crying, one side nervously thinking of how to escape.

  "No need to pretend, Master Fan." The nightwalker's tone was very indifferent, but seemingly without any malice. "It seems you're really clever, understanding how to protect yourself at such a young age. However, you should be clear that I'm not the Earl."

  After saying this, the night walker compared the knife in his hand and then leaned towards four-year-old Fan Xian.

  Fan Xian's face was still innocent and tear-stained, but his heart tightened as he sobbed: "Who are you, Uncle?"

  "I was sent by your father to see you, so don't call out."

  The nightwalker's eyes were slightly brown, looking a bit ugly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed his age. The tone of his speech made Fan Xian directly think of those old men who cheat little girls into watching goldfish.

  But Fan Xian didn't show it, still perfectly playing the role of a four-year-old child with a thread of fear, a few threads of unexpectedness, and a little anger.

  "You're not Dad!"

  Then he seemed to have not seen the knife in his opponent's hand, twisted his small butt and climbed onto the big bed, muttering: "Don't even know what Dad looks like."

  The nightwalker walked over to the bedside with a sly smile.

  Suddenly, the little boy on the bed turned his head and looked at the back of the night walker, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he cried out: "Mom!"

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  This is a very despicable trick of feigning east and striking west, if anyone else were to use it, they probably wouldn't be able to deceive that nocturnal person, after all, the other party also independently owns an experimental laboratory in Kyoto.

  But the one who made this move was a four-year-old boy, so Ye Xingren very simply believed it, and as soon as he heard Fan Xian call out "Mom", Ye Xingren's eyes revealed an extremely shocked expression, and he abruptly turned his head to look back.

  Behind him was a tightly closed door and a thick night color.

  A loud crash echoed through the bedroom.

  The pedestrian lay on the ground with his head covered in blood.

  Fan Xian held the half-broken porcelain pillow in his hand, looking at the guy on the ground with a lingering fear. He weighed the broken pillow in his hand, gritted his teeth, raised his small arm and heavily smashed it onto the back of the opponent's head.

  This was a muffled sound, with extreme force, even if this night walker was a master of the generation, after being hit by this muffled blow, he would probably not be able to wake up for a while.

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  "What's wrong?" came the voice of Da Yuer from outside.

  "It's nothing, sister, I just broke a cup, let's deal with it tomorrow."

  "How can that be? What if Master's feet are tied up?"

  "Let's deal with it tomorrow!"

  The usually gentle and lovely young master rarely had a big temper, the maid covered her mouth and didn't say anything else.

  Fan Xian walked back to the wardrobe, laboriously pulled out a quilt for winter from inside, then with two fingers exerting force, tore the quilt cover into strips of cloth, twisted them, and firmly tied up the night traveler who was unconscious on the ground.

  It wasn't until then that he discovered his back was completely soaked.

  A thread of fear surged up in his heart - whether it was his past life or this one, this was the first time he had intentionally tried to kill someone, although he didn't know if he had succeeded in killing the other person or not - he himself had also been too reckless, and if the other person really was a martial arts expert, that previous move of his would have certainly cost him his own life.

  He reached out to touch the night traveler's black scarf, and found that the other person was still breathing. For some reason, a thought of killing him flashed into Fan Xian's mind.

  Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart and discovered that after his rebirth, his personality seemed to have become much more resilient. Just now, he had acted with such ruthlessness, yet he hadn't hesitated for even half a moment.

  He himself didn't realize it, but in the heart of this child called Fan Xian, he had already died once, so this rebirth was especially precious to him, and he wouldn't allow anyone to harm his life.

  It's only after getting drunk that one realizes how strong their emotions are; it's only after death that one knows how heavy life is. That's just the simple truth.

  Holding the small knife in his hand, Fan Xian thought and thought again, but still couldn't bring himself to kill the unconscious night traveler on the ground. Suddenly, he thought of someone, a joyful expression floated onto his face, and he quietly pushed open the door, ran to the backyard, crawled out from the dog hole, and arrived at the miscellaneous goods store across the street from the Earl's mansion.

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  "Tap tap tap..." He lightly knocked on the grocery store's door panel, his voice very soft, and in the quiet Dongzhou midnight, it didn't carry far.

  But Fan Xian knew that the person inside must have heard the knock on the door. Although the other person had pretended not to recognize him for the past four years, when it came down to it, Fan Xian could only think of this person as someone he could trust.

  "Who?"

  A completely flat and emotionless voice came from the grocery store.

  Fan Xian thought that this person was still the same as he was in Kyoto, speaking and acting with a serious expression. He glanced around twice, then said softly: "I am Fan Xian."

  As expected, the wooden door of the grocery store opened silently, and the blind boy stood at the entrance like a ghost, startling Fan Xian.

  Fan Xian looked at the person in front of him who had brought himself to Dongzhou Port, looking at his face and the black cloth on his eyes that seemed not to have changed a bit over the past four years, feeling somewhat curious, wondering if this person would never age?