"Father…" The little packrat seemed to have sensed something. She looked over with her big black eyes and silently clenched her little fists.
If those black shadows dared to come over, she would beat them all up!
Mo Beiyuan hugged the little packrat with one hand and drew his sword with the other.
Usually, he rarely used a sword, let alone in front of the little packrat. After all, he had taken out a sword to see blood.
However, at this moment, Mo Beiyuan instinctively drew his weapon without thinking.
"Sweetcake be good. It's fine."
"Yes, Sweetcake will be good. It's fine!"
The little packrat raised her two lotus root-like arms and hugged her father's neck, rubbing it affectionately.
As Mo Beiyuan stared at the black shadows, his eyes were filled with killing intent.
