Chapter 42 - 42 Were all These Done by the Ghost King?
42 Were all These Done by the Ghost King?
The secret guards watched as Little Sweetcake treated the priceless Jade Phosphorus Snake scales as toys. One moment, she would poke into the soil and say that she wanted to make a beautiful home for the little bugs. The next moment, she would pile them together and make them look like flowers and grass.
As the little packrat giggled, Thunderbolt and the secret guards began to doubt their lives. In the end, the children were still too young. They had never seen anyone raise a child like this!
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At this point, Yun Ran’s day trip to the Demon Beast Forest was over. Everyone boarded their flying beasts and returned to the Yuan Mansion.
They did not know how much of a shock Mo Jinyu’s subordinates were in when they saw the carcasses of the Jade Phosphorus Snakes in the cave.
“Were all these done by the Ghost King?”
“Who else can it be?! Who else has the cultivation ability to kill so many eight-star Jade Phosphorus Snakes in one go? Not a single scale on these 30 Jade Phosphorus Snakes was left for us! He didn’t even leave a small piece for us!”
“What he did was too ruthless! Isn’t he publicly slapping our Crown Prince’s face?”
“That person probably doesn’t even take the people from the five countries seriously! Let’s think about how to report to the Crown Prince?”
“What else can we do?! We’re not doing well. Just wait to be punished! Sigh, blame it on ourselves for being so unlucky to meet that person!”
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Yun Ran did not know that Mo Beiyuan had taken the fall for her.
Moreover, in the near future, this matter would become one of Mo Beiyuan’s many legendary rumors and spread widely in the Xuanxia Continent.
It added to his “cruel” persona.
After returning to the Yuan Mansion, Yun Ran began to plan her next step.
She had enough crystals now, but she couldn’t find a suitable candidate.
Yun Qingqing’s identity was special, and she had the Prime Minister’s Mansion, the Crown Prince, and a group of admirers backing her up.
Ordinary mercenary groups did not dare to offend these dignitaries. They probably would not accept her mission at all!
Yun Ran could not think of any way out herself, so she could only ask the secret guards in the residence.
These secret guards had traveled around with Mo Beiyuan and should have seen a lot.
Ever since their trip to the Demon Beast Forest, Yun Ran’s image in the hearts of Thunderbolt and the other secret guards had changed.
They admired the woman who could make the Red-Winged Flying Dragon submit and face an eight-star demon beast without batting an eyelid.
Coupled with the fact that Yun Ran’s spiritual root had been snatched, they felt that what was done to her was inhumane and infuriating!
For a moment, it aroused the indignation of Thunderbolt and the others.
“Miss Yun, don’t worry. Others are afraid of the Prime Minister’s Mansion and His Highness the Crown Prince, but we’re not afraid of them. Leave your matter to us. We’ll go and ask for Master’s permission now.”
Yun Ran was slightly stunned.
She only wanted to find out where she could hire suitable candidates, but she did not expect Thunderbolt and the others to be willing to stand up for her.
Compared to outsiders, Yun Ran naturally trusted these secret guards more.
Except…
They were all Mo Beiyuan’s people. She had rejected Mo Beiyuan’s previous conditions in exchange for his help. Would he agree to the secret guards helping her now?
In the study of the mansion, Mo Beiyuan was dealing with official business at the table, and on his left was a soft cushion. Sitting on the soft cushion was a pink and cute little packrat.
The little packrat was playing.
It was a game of building a house and she was just building a small house with a lot of beautiful stones.
The little packrat played as she tried to make her presence known.
“Father, look. This is Sweetcake’s beautiful stone house.”
“Daddy, Sweetcake is thirsty.”
“Daddy, Sweetcake’s stomach hurts. Boohoo…”
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“A stomachache?”
Mo Beiyuan immediately threw down the document in his hand and came to the little packrat.