Housekeeper Zhou fell miserably to the ground, his face full of peach blossoms, spitting out a few broken jades, and his whole body was still in a semi-drown state. His powerless eyes were filled with fear and horror.

Fan Xian said softly: "I really don't understand what you guys think. Do you really think I can't bear to hit you? You seem to have forgotten your own identity. Maybe a well-educated master will not attack your servants, but unfortunately I hit you. Can you still fight back? So you will hit you and you can only bear it, laugh, or cry to the old lady or Kyoto on your own... But... don't go into the back garden in the future, I don't like seeing you."

After saying this, he dusted his pants, turned around and said softly to Sisi, who was stunned on the bench, and left the Earl Beschauvin.

Behind him, the maids' faces involuntarily showed a look of fear on their faces. No one could have imagined that this gentle and cute boy would have such a violent side. This contrast shocked everyone's minds, so he felt particularly terrifying.

At this time, the old lady also came to the back garden. Looking at the butler lying on the ground covering her face and causing pain, thinking of the child, she couldn't help but smile in her eyes.

Last year, he rushed the grandmaster out of the mansion, and today he slapped the housekeeper Zhou and slapped him in the face without knowing the world. The twelve-year-old Fan Xian finally successfully established some of his majesty in the Earl Beschat.

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Ten miles west of Danzhou Port is a dangerous area with dense reefs. The sea breeze swept the blue water and then smashed the hard rocks, stirring up a large area of ​​snow foam.

There was a very narrow path on the east side that appeared and disappeared from the strange rocks. Fan Xian walked over from that path, turned his body over, turned his back to the direction of the sea, and listened to the deafening sound behind him, and looked up.

In front of him was a steep cliff. The mountain on the seaside was born in the sky and was created by heaven and earth. Behind the mountain were primeval forests and swamps that stretched for hundreds of miles. It was impossible to take a detour to reach the top. If you want to reach the top, you can only climb up from the cliff.

Fan Xian glanced at the surface of the cliff, frowned slightly, and immediately found the route he often climbed in his mind. However, the wind was strong by the sea these days, and some of the stones that had stretched out of the cliff to leverage the force had become loose. If you want to climb up today, you must be careful.

The waves behind him hit the black reefs, but they could not get past the ruthless and indifferent barriers of the stones. They just sent some sea water to the shallows, making the gravel here look much wet than other places. His feet were in the gravel, and his shoes were a little wet, so it was uncomfortable to soak his feet.

Taking off his shoes and put them in a clean small pit under the cliff. Fan Xian found some dry sand to rub it on his palm and began to regulate the true energy in his body. After being prepared, his right hand steadily placed on an inconspicuous protrusion on the cliff. He exerted a little force, and his whole body rose up in the air and climbed up lightly.

He crawled very quickly, and his whole body was close to the cliff. He looked like some kind of animal that was good at climbing rocks. Every time he reached out, landed, and every time he used his strength, he seemed very soft and free, and he didn't feel very forceful at all.

After a while, his man was about to climb to the top of the cliff. The sea breeze around him ran to his side, blowing away the heat and sweat brought out by his body due to exercise, making him feel very comfortable.

"Brother Jing probably didn't climb faster by himself, but the blind man on the top of the mountain is much more cruel than Ma Yu..."

While crawling, Fan Xian thought about what happened in the mansion garden just now. He always felt that things were a little weird. Since the second wife's confidant housekeeper had been honest for more than a year, why did he make some mistakes today and give himself a chance?

The sea breeze was filled with moisture, so the exposed rocks were a little slippery. Fan Xian was about to reach the top of the peak and was a little relaxed. He was thinking about the things at home, so he walked away, and his right hand slipped and almost fell down.

It seemed thrilling, but Fan Xian was not very panicked. The domineering true energy in his body was poured into his left hand. Three fingers tightly pinched the only stone corner that he could use to leverage. The slightly trembling fingers seemed to be deeply embedded in the stone and could not be removed.

A wooden stick stretched out from the top of his head and signaled him to grab it.

Fan Xian seemed to escape from the wooden stick, and he didn't even look at it. He swung his body back, kicked his toes on the cliff, and he jumped up with the force, and then he went up to the top of the peak.

"If you don't concentrate enough, you will die."

On the edge of the cliff at the top of the peak, Wuzhu, dressed in coarse cloth, stood in front of the sea breeze, her eyes covering her black cloth as usual.

Fan Xian ignored him, sat cross-legged on his own, adjusted for a while, then stood up, told him what happened to the Earl Beppu today, and his doubts, and wanted to find a definite answer from Wuzhu.

Wu Zhu said coldly: "Do you think your slap in the face can make the butler calmer?"

"Yes, as long as grandma stands on my side." Fan Xian lowered his head. Although he did not use his true energy just now, the powerful power hidden in his young man's thin body over the years was really terrifying. And the most important thing was the gloomy temperament he showed at that time was really terrifying.

"That's fine." Wu Zhu doesn't seem to like discussing this issue very much.

"I just wonder why the housekeeper caused trouble today. He has been in Danzhou Port for a year and a half. Generally speaking, there is no reason to show his true ugly face at this time, unless... he feels that he has to endure it very hard, and what is going to happen in Danzhou soon. In his eyes, I no longer pose any danger to the little master in Kyoto, so there is no need to deliberately please me."

Fan Xian's self-deprecating smile appeared on his tender young man's face, looking very inconsistent.

It's really strange. If Fei Jie still had a little doubt and fear about Fan Xian's precocious puberty, Wu Zhu didn't care about this issue at all. It seemed that even if Fan Xian became an old tree demon, as long as he was still Fan Xian, Wu Zhu would not have any reaction.

Fan Xian thought to himself that it might be because the other party was blind, so he could not see the expressions he often showed inadvertently, and the expressions that should not appear on the children's faces.

Wu Zhu suddenly said, "This is a small matter." Obviously, he felt that Fan Xian's analysis just now seemed too serious.

"I guess someone will come to kill me, this is a trivial matter?" Fan Xian laughed.

Wu Zhu replied coldly: "Fe Jie and I have taught you so much. If you can't handle such a small matter, then something big happened."

Fan Xian thought for a moment, recognized this fact, and understood that Uncle Wu Zhu would not handle this matter on his behalf.

"Let's get started."

"yes."

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After a long time, in a remote place above the cliff, Fan Xian was naked and moaned pitifully to the other side, "Come again..."
Chapter completed!