"What are you thinking?"

The two maids were serving food, and the little girl sitting on Fan Xian's right hand asked with a pout. The little girl's skin is a little dark and a little thin, so sitting with the beautiful girl-like Fan Xian looks particularly pitiful.

Fan Xian stretched out his hand, rubbed the yellow hair on the little girl's head, and said with a grin: "I was thinking about what kind of dishes you usually eat in Kyoto." ”

This little girl, who is younger than Fan Xian, is the biological daughter of Count Sinan, that is, his half-sister, called Ruoruo.

Because she was weak and sick since she was a child, and the old lady felt sorry for her granddaughter, she was sent to Lanzhou a year ago to recuperate. It's just been raised for nearly a year, and there is no improvement, the hair on the head is still a little thin, and the official eunuchs will naturally not lack food and clothing, so it can't be malnutrition, probably congenital weakness.

Fan Xian and this little girl are very close to each other, although he is dealing with this little girl with the mentality of an uncle, but he feels sorry for the other party, so he often takes her to play and tells her stories, but in the eyes of others, it has become a proof of their brother and sister affection.

It's just that Fan Xian's identity is a little embarrassing, and the illegitimate child can't be compared with the real lady after all, so the maids deliberately don't mention the things in the earl's palace in Kyoto.

Hearing her brother's question, the little girl took her fingers very seriously and began to count what she usually eats in Kyoto, but after counting, the three-year-old girl could not remember what she was living in, and could only talk about sugar gourds and noodles over and over again.

After eating, it was already late, the sun was halfway down on the other side of the land, and a thick twilight enveloped the entire courtyard.

"Ruoruo, you are really weak. ”

"Brother bullied. ”

"Okay, what do you want to hear today?"

"Snow White. ”

Fan Xian suddenly laughed, fortunately there was no one else around, otherwise he would have been startled when he saw this kind of weird smile on the face of a four-year-old boy that only adults can have.

"Is it okay for my brother to tell you ghost stories?"

"Not good!" Fan Ruoruo was startled, shook her head desperately, and two lines of tears immediately flowed on her black little face, it was obvious that in this year, she had been poisoned by a lot of ghost stories.

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Bullying little girls is just one of Fan Xian's evil tastes, what he is best at is bullying those girls, often telling them some ghost stories, and then scaring those youthful girls screaming non-stop, and everyone is huddled together on the bed.

Although Fan Xian couldn't tease them with words in order to hide himself, he could always enjoy the greasy hug at this time.

He comforted himself that he was still a child, and that he was still in the period of needing touch, which was not shameless, but just a normal need.

And whenever the maids were curious about how the little master could know so many terrible stories at such a young age, Fan Xian would put the responsibility on Mr. Teaching.

Therefore, the girls are now looking at Mr. Teach's eyes are a little unkind, thinking that the earl spent a lot of money to invite you to give a lecture to the little master, and you actually told him ghost stories, which frightened the children and frightened us flowers, you are too guilty!

After the night talk of the old ghost story was over, the two maidens were frightened, still satisfied, and waited for the little one to wash up, and then closed the door and let him sleep.

It seemed like another normal night.

Fan Xian put aside the hard porcelain pillow under his head, and then went to the wardrobe to take out the robe he wore in winter, and organized it into four squares, and it became a pillow.

He leaned on the pillow, but his eyes were open, shining in the night, and he had not slept for a long time.

Although I have accepted the fact that I have been reincarnated in this world, I am not necessarily able to get used to this fact, and it should only be nine o'clock in the evening, and I have to go to bed, which is really uncomfortable.

What's more, he had slept in the hospital bed long enough in his previous life.

He touched the surface of the bed, and found that the dark grid he made should not be noticed, and he relaxed his mind a little, and naturally, the true qi in his body began to flow slowly, and he could enter that meditative state at any time.

In the moment before escaping into emptiness, Fan Xian thought about how he should live in this world, and how should he live in the next few decades?

Before he had time to enter the vegetative state and fantasize about the three wives and four concubines in the future, he was awakened by an uninvited guest.

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"Are you Fan Xian?"

Suddenly there was an extra person in front of his bed, his eyes were full of cold color, and his pupils were dyed with an unusual hint of brown, and he knew at a glance that the other party would not love life very much.

It's a very polite question, but if it comes from the mouth of a person who sneaks into your bedroom in the middle of the night, and covers his face, has a knife in his hand, and has a few small bags pinned to his waist, it is undoubtedly very frightening.

It's also a shame that Fan Xian is not a real four-year-old boy, otherwise when he sees this strange uncle, he will definitely call out his voice as soon as he sees it.

I can also think with my toes that a night walker who can quietly enter Earl Beppu must be a skilled and ruthless guy, and if he screams, then the other party will definitely kill himself.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian couldn't help but be a little proud of his ability to stay in danger, coughed twice, suppressed the incomparable tension in his heart, pretended to be the cutest good baby image, and pounced!

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"Dad, you're finally back!"

A four-year-old boy threw himself into the arms of a certain killer with tears in his eyes, holding his waist tightly with both hands, but the child's hands were too short, so he couldn't wrap them, so he had to grab the other party's clothes hard, as if he was afraid that the other party would run away.

Maybe it was because he grabbed it too hard, so with a hiss, the little boy tore off a piece of the other party's cloth on his hand.

The night walker frowned, and he didn't see how he moved, so the whole person got out of Fan Xian's arms and stood in place, as if thinking about why this illegitimate son of Count Sinan called his father.

At the same time, he was also very puzzled, his clothes were of the highest grade in the hospital, and even a knife was not easy to cut, how could this young child scratch it with his hands?

He was puzzled, and Fan Xian was even more puzzled to the point of vomiting blood in his heart - when there was no one around, Fan Xian often used the stones on the rockery to test the power of the nameless true qi in his body, and when he found that his tender little fingers could barely crush those turquoise stones that were not too hard, he had a certain confidence in his self-defense ability.

Fan Xian finally used the four-year-old boy's crying trick to make the other party relax his vigilance, and then transported all the true power of his body to his fingers, thinking that he could restrain the other party, but who knew that he only grabbed a few rags.

Looks like something is going to happen.