The Ghost King's Wife is Sassy and Beautiful

47 His Old Face…

Mo Beiyuan was a jinxed lone star, so this child had to be either stolen or snatched.

Although Sweetcake was sickly at this moment, he could not help but think that the little packrat was really good-looking. Her exquisite porcelain-like face was filled with a spirited aura, and her cute appearance was really likable.

The main point was that Third Elder had been in seclusion previously, so he did not know about Mo Beiyuan’s gossip.

Seeing Mo Beiyuan carrying a little pink ball, he naturally did not think of her as his biological child. Mo Beiyuan was fierce and cold. He must have nabbed her because she was beautiful.

It was not as if he was not capable of doing such a thing. Yet, Feng Chen, the brat, was following him all day long.

Little Sweetcake was not used to seeing a room full of strangers. Now that she was sick, she was very delicate.

She hid in Mo Beiyuan’s embrace and called him Daddy.

“Father? Is this little baby the adopted daughter of the Ghost King?”

Third Elder was the same as Feng Chen back then. He had guessed that the little packrat was an adopted daughter, and did not think that she was Mo Beiyuan’s biological bloodline.

Mo Beiyuan was probably worried that he would not have any descendants in the future, so he took in an adopted daughter.

“She’s my bloodline, my biological daughter!”

Mo Beiyuan could not be bothered to explain to anyone else.

However, this person was Feng Chen’s master. His explanation was also for Feng Chen’s sake.

“She’s your little girl? How is that possible?”

When Third Elder heard this, his expression was even more terrifying than when he had just heard that the three-year-old girl had a Saint Realm cultivation and a super Heaven Realm spiritual root.

At this moment, Bun also ran forward and hugged Mo Beiyuan’s thigh. He called out, “Daddy.”

Then, he raised his little face at Third Elder. “This is my father! The one in his arms is my sister! How is that impossible? We clearly look very similar! Grandpa, are you old and your eyesight isn’t good? Then I don’t blame you.”

Third Elder was dumbfounded.

“You little baby… What are you talking about? My eyes are fine!”

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Putting aside Mo Beiyuan’s bad temper and past style of doing things, this person’s appearance was actually not bad. On a closer look, these two little children did look a little like him.

After some analysis, Third Elder gradually accepted this fact.

“Feng Chen, look at him! Even a jinx can have a pair of children.”

Feng Chen did not expect this matter to involve him.

“Master, let’s not talk about this now. Let’s think of a way to control the Saint Realm spiritual power in Sweetcake!”

“What Saint Realm spiritual power? You brat, you’re still making it up and spouting nonsense! Are you asking for a beating?”

Third Elder believed in the identities of the two children, but Saint Realm spiritual cultivation was really too ridiculous!

“Tell me, what do you mean by making up these stories? What do you want from me? Pills?”

Feng Chen had no choice but to say, “If you don’t believe me, use your spiritual power to check her pulse. However, you have to be careful not to be injured by her spiritual power.”

This kind of thing would probably only be believed after experiencing it once!

“Alright, I want to see how you’re going to continue lying later!”

Third Elder was sent flying by the powerful spiritual power.

“Master, are you alright? Are your injuries serious? I already said that you have to be careful. Little Sweetcake has a Saint Realm cultivation level. She’s at a much higher level than you.”

Seeing that his master had fallen, Feng Chen hurriedly ran over to see if the old man had fallen hard.

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Third Elder was stunned.

He was an old man who was almost eighty!

He was sent flying by a three-year-old child!

His old face…

As he slowly recovered, it dawned on him that this little baby really had a Saint Realm cultivation and a super heaven-level spiritual root that was rare in a thousand years.