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“What sister? Did you sneak up on that little packrat again? Are you really not afraid of death, or are you blind at such a young age?! Didn’t you see Mo Beiyuan’s gaze?”

Shen Lang felt that his brother should be glad. Although Mo Beiyuan’s reputation was usually not good, at least he would not attack a brat like Shen Yu.

Shen Yu tugged at his sleeve, wanting to pull him away. “Little girl is sick! Go and see her!”

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“Sick? She ran so fast just now. Princess Sixteen didn’t even touch her hair. How did she suddenly fall sick?”

Shen Lang had just witnessed how powerful that little packrat was. She was extremely lively and did not look sick at all.

Shen Yu shouted anxiously, “Stinky Brother, I’m not lying to you. Little Sister is really sick. Her stomach hurts and she’s crying! If you don’t bring me to see her, I’ll complain to Mother! I’ll say that you went to the brothel to watch the young lady dance… Hurry up and bring me along!”

Shen Lang quickly covered his mouth and squeezed out a “kind” smile. “Got it. I’ll take you there.”

Did he, the dignified Commandery Prince of Wu’an, not care about his reputation? After leaving the palace, Shen Lang brought Shen Yu to Prince Yuan’s Mansion to visit.

At that moment, Mo Beiyuan had just helped Little Sweetcake get through the painful torture.

The packrat was still lying in Yun Ran’s arms. Her little body was trembling, and the hair on her little head was wet. She looked like a kitten that had just been fished out of the water.

She was small and pitiful. She pouted pitifully and her big eyes were red.

Yun Ran’s heart ached.

Although Mo Beiyuan could help her relieve her pain every time, this process was not easy.

“Does Sweetcake still hurt? Do you want to eat candied hawthorn?”

Yun Ran saw that the lively little packrat was now listless and weak, and wanted to cheer her up.

Mo Beiyuan had just drawn the spiritual qi from the little packrat to himself. At this moment, he had yet to completely suppress the violent spiritual qi in his body.

The two spiritual energies collided in his body as if he was exchanging blows with a Saint Realm expert.

It was a lot for him to deal with.

At this moment, Thunderbolt came to report, “Young Master Shen Lang brought Young Master Shen Yu to visit Master Sweetcake. Master, do you want them to meet her?”

Mo Beiyuan suppressed the spiritual energy in his body and shouted in frustration, “No, tell them to get lost.”

Why did the little fat ball chase him to the Yuan Mansion?

Thunderbolt returned to the door with his orders. “Little Master is sick. Master doesn’t have time to see guests now. Please forgive him, Young Master Shen.”

Shen Lang nodded, indicating that he understood.

She rubbed Shen Yu’s round head. “You heard it too. They have no time for you.”

Shen Yu pouted and put his hands on his hips. “I don’t want to see him. I want to see my little sister!”

Shen Lang was perturbed over why he had to have such a stinky younger brother who didn’t understand people’s attitudes?!

This stinky brother was not good at anything else, but he was definitely the best at rolling on the ground and acting shamelessly.

“Well, why don’t you tell your master that I might know where the thing he’s looking for is?” Shen Lang smiled at Thunderbolt and said.

Thunderbolt was shocked. “What our master is looking for! You’re talking about the Ten Direction Mystic Spirit Bracelet!”

Shen Lang smiled at him and nodded, which was a tacit agreement.