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In front of the ice coffin, the little dumpling didn't cry, but its little arms and legs were pressed against the ice coffin, its eyes fixed on Li Ji lying inside.
He lost his mother at birth. Mo Shisheng sighed softly, stepped forward, and slowly squatted down beside him. "Let's go."
"Um."
The little dumpling nodded obediently, reached out and hugged Mo Shisheng's neck, its small, soft body still smelling of milk, nestled in Mo Shisheng's arms.
Mo Shisheng, carrying the little dumpling, left the human realm with Jiang Ge and Jiang Yao. On their way to the divine realm, they were blocked by Ming Beiya.
The man's handsome face was gloomy. He reached out and pulled Mo Shisheng into his arms with tremendous force. Mo Shisheng instinctively protected the little bundle in her arms, and her nose bumped directly into his chest.
A sudden stinging sensation ran through my nose, and tears nearly welled up in my eyes.
Mo Shisheng frowned slightly. "Let go."
"Where are you going all by yourself? Do you know how worried I was when I couldn't find you these past few days?"
Ming Beiya's eyes were dark and cold, and he exuded an aura of displeasure.
"..."
Mo Shisheng didn't know what to say. The little dumpling in her arms stared blankly at Ming Beiya and asked in a childish voice, "Are you my daddy?"
"..."
Upon hearing the little dumpling's words, Ming Beiya's brows twitched involuntarily, and he finally turned his attention to him.
Seeing this little bundle nestled in Mo Shisheng's arms made him angry. Ming Beiya frowned, pulled the little dumpling out of Mo Shisheng's arms, and held it in mid-air. "Where did you come from?"
"I was born of my mother. Are you Little Dumpling's father?"
The more the little dumpling looked at Ming Beiya, the more he felt that he resembled his father. His clean and clear eyes were full of hope, as if they contained thousands of stars.
Feeling strange under that gaze, Ming Beiya immediately assumed that Mo Shisheng was pregnant when he heard what the little dumpling said.
His gaze immediately fell upon the little dumpling's delicate, fair face. There was indeed a resemblance between her and the child's features, but…
"What are you thinking? This is the son of the Underworld Prefect."
Seeing through Ming Beiya's thoughts at a glance, Mo Shisheng glanced at him and said coldly, "You haven't forgotten that you and Ming Qiancheng are related by blood, have you? It's not surprising that he looks a bit like you."
"..."
Is he the son of the Prefect of the Underworld?
Hearing Mo Shisheng's words, Ming Beiya's good mood was instantly shattered.
He had just experienced a sudden surge of joy, almost believing that this little dumpling was the child Mo Shisheng had given birth to for him.
But then I thought about it again. Mo Shisheng is so slender, it's impossible for her pregnancy to go unnoticed, and the little dumpling can't possibly be hers.
Even so, Ming Beiya couldn't help but wonder what his and Mo Shisheng's child would look like. Would it resemble Mo Shisheng more or him?
Can one's personality also be cold?
The little dumpling had been hanging in the air for quite some time, and seeing that no one paid any attention to him, as if he had been forgotten, he kicked his short legs in dissatisfaction, "Are you my daddy?"
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya raised an eyebrow and glanced indifferently at the little dumpling. "No, how could someone as ugly as you be my son?"
Little dumpling: "..."
Mo Shisheng: "..."
Jiang Ge: "..."
Jiang Yao: "..."
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