63 I Want One of His Hands!
Mo Jinyu knew that although Mo Beiyuan was angry, he would not really kill him. Therefore, he became even more unrestrained.
“Ah, why is this little girl crying? She’s so timid. I’m about to suspect if she’s your bloodline.”
As he spoke, he slapped the little packrat’s cheek!
It was as if he wanted to take revenge for all the humiliation he had suffered from Mo Beiyuan.
Little Sweetcake’s skin was soft and tender. How could she withstand his forceful slap? Half of her face immediately swelled up.
Yun Ran’s heart ached when she saw this. Her red eyes stared fixedly at Mo Jinyu as she took out a sword from the secret guard at the side.
Son of a gun!
She was going to kill Mo Jinyu today!
Seeing that his sister had been beaten up, Bun rushed toward Mo Jinyu like an angry little beast only to have Feng Chen carry him back.
“Bun, don’t go over. Trust your father. He can handle this matter.”
Not to mention Yun Ran and Mo Beiyuan, even Feng Chen had the urge to kill Mo Jinyu.
However, he knew that Mo Beiyuan could handle this matter himself and did not need his help.
Mo Beiyuan had been secretly observing. His cultivation was indeed very strong, but he had to ensure that nothing would go wrong and that he would not hurt Little Sweetcake before he could attack.
This made it more difficult. Because he cared too much, he was even more cautious.
Just as Mo Beiyuan was looking for an opportunity to attack, he realized that something was wrong with the little packrat being held hostage by Mo Jinyu. Her black eyes had actually turned purple.
Immediately after, Mo Jinyu suddenly let out a scream and his body seemed to be sent flying by something.
Mo Beiyuan was quick to react. He flew over and caught Little Sweetcake, who was thrown into the air.
The little packrat landed steadily in her father’s arms. She felt wronged. Her big watery eyes flickered as she pouted and complained to her father, “Daddy, I’m afraid…”
Seeing that Mo Beiyuan had caught the little packrat, Yun Ran heaved a sigh of relief. She quickly took a few steps over to check on Little Sweetcake.
“Mo Beiyuan, let me see the injuries on her face.”
Feng Chen also took out an ointment from his storage ring and handed it over. “This ointment can reduce swelling. Apply it on Little Sweetcake.”
Yun Ran took the ointment and gently applied it to Sweetcake’s face. The finger marks on the little packrat’s face were clearly visible. It was obvious how heavily Mo Jinyu had hit her just now.
“Sister, does it still hurt? Do you want candy?”
Since Bun was not tall, he had to stretch his small arms upwards with a packet of sweets in his palm.
Bun didn’t like sweets, but he would carry small snacks like candy and preserves with him to coax Sweetcake.
Little Sweetcake took the candy from her brother and curved her big eyes. Her purple eyes seemed to have disappeared like an illusion. Now, they returned to the black jade-like black color.
“Thank you, Brother Bun. Sweetcake loves sweet candy the most.”
The little packrat had just been injured and had candy in her mouth. She obediently lay on her father’s shoulder without much energy.
Yun Ran helped Little Sweetcake treat the wound on her face and raised her lively eyes to look at Mo Beiyuan. “He slapped Sweetcake. It’s not too much for me to return ten slaps to him!”
Mo Beiyuan’s eyes darkened. His large hand gently stroked the little packrat’s back in his arms to comfort it.
“Are ten slaps enough? I want one of his hands!”