152 The Little Packrat Missed Her Father
In the government office of the Eastern Continent's Imperial City, Mo Bei Yuan was meeting with a few officials in the solemn and spacious side hall.
Mo Beiyuan was wearing a simple plain brocade robe. Even though he was sitting, it was not difficult to tell that his slender and tall figure was perfectly proportioned. His narrow waist and long legs were stunning.
His long arm was placed on the table at the side, and his well-defined hand gently knocked twice on the table. His eyes flashed with coldness and sarcasm.
One after another? Instead of arresting them, you're shirking responsibility in front of me. I think you don't want your heads anymore.
The few people in official uniforms standing in front of him lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him. All of them were filled with emotions. It was really too difficult to be an official in the Imperial City. If something happened, not to mention losing their official title, they might even lose their heads now.
Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to capture him, but this demonic cultivator is really cunning. After making his kills, he disappeared without a trace. It's as if he knows how to hide.
Mo Beiyuan narrowed his eyes and swept them over like sharp blades.
I'm not here to listen to your nonsense. I just want to ask you, in the past few days, seventeen people have died in a row. What have you found?!
The few officials of the Imperial City Government looked at each other. After exchanging glances, they finally pushed out a small official with the lowest status.
The little official was quite straightforward. He clearly knew Mo Beiyuan's identity, but he still said bluntly, I've found out, I've found out. This matter is related to the Second Daughter of the Yun family living in your residence, Your Highness.
I found out that each of the victims had seen a fairy-like beauty not long ago.
As he spoke, he took out a painting from the table at the side and slowly opened the scroll. Your Highness, look. This is the painting of a peerless beauty drawn by one of the deceased before he died. Look, isn't this the Second Miss of the Yun family in your residence?
In a peach forest, a woman in a thin white veil was lying on a large rock with a bright peach branch in her hand.
A large part of her fair shoulders and slender waist were exposed. She lay lazily on her side on the large limestone, her foxy eyes narrowed charmingly.
Mo Beiyuan's low gaze swept across the unfolded painting in his hand. He pursed his thin lips and sneered. I think you might be blind to think that the woman in this painting is her.
The low-ranking official was slightly stunned. Doesn't it look like her? But I asked a few people who had seen the Second Daughter of the Yun family before. They all said that the person in this painting is the Second Daughter of the Yun family.
However, the Second Miss of the Yun family had a special identity. They had yet to investigate the matter clearly, so they did not dare to rashly go to the Yuan Mansion to arrest her.
If I say it's not her, it's not her! Why are you talking so much nonsense!
Mo Beiyuan looked unhappy.
These stupid things didn't think carefully. With Yun Ran's spiritual power cultivation, there was no need for her to pretend to be mysterious and use a honey trap to kill people.
The low-ranking official did not want to give up. He made up his mind and continued, Whether it's the Second Miss of the Yun family or not, once Your Highness invites her over, we'll know after taking a look.
Mo Beiyuan sneered coldly. He was about to get the secret guard to drag this person out so that he wouldn't be annoyed.
A childish voice came from outside. Daddy, Daddy
The little packrat called him daddy several times in a row.