Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Cold sweat soaked her clothes and stuck to her skin, the chilly feeling made her even more scared. She was so scared that tears began to well up in her tightly closed eyes, and the tears rolled around in her eye sockets, ready to burst out at any time.

Her lips trembled slightly, like two leaves shivering in the cold wind. She looked like a small animal trapped in a desperate situation, and her voice was filled with tears: "Brother Mosheng, I'm so scared!"

Wen Mosheng stared at the swing, his eyes like two sharp swords, locking onto the swing's movement. His body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to strike, waiting for the best opportunity. Finally, the swing slowed down a little, and the crazy rhythm began to slow down, like a dancer who had exhausted all his strength.

He seized this fleeting opportunity and pounced like an agile cheetah, pushing his legs hard against the ground, his body drawing an arc in the air, and his hands were like two powerful iron hooks, tightly holding the rope.

The muscles in his arms were tense, the muscle lines stood out like the texture of rock, the blue veins bulged out like winding snakes, and he used all his strength to try to stop the swing.

With his efforts, the swing finally stopped slowly, and the creaking sound gradually disappeared.

But Feng Qin's body involuntarily fell backwards due to inertia. Her eyes widened instantly, full of fear, and her eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets.

Her mouth opened wide and she let out a desperate cry: "Ah..." The cry echoed in the air, as if it was her last struggle against the impending danger.

Her hair spread out behind her head, flying back like a black waterfall, and her whole body was like a leaf blown away by the wind, completely out of control.

Wen Mosheng stared at the swing with all the muscles tensed, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

His legs were slightly bent, his knees gathering force like springs, and his feet pushed the ground hard. The friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground made a slight "hissing" sound, and his body was ejected instantly.

He stretched out his arms, his arms straight like two javelins, and reached out swiftly in the direction of the swing. The palm of his right hand opened like an eagle's claw, and his fingers grabbed the rope on one side of the swing with the fastest speed and precision.

The moment he touched the rope, his fingers quickly closed together and gripped the rope tightly. His knuckles crackled from excessive force, like a dead branch about to break.

His left hand was not idle either. Although he failed to grab the rope, it drew an arc in the air and grabbed the wrist of his right hand, forming a stable lock. With the strength of his arm and the forward momentum of his body, he pulled the weight of his entire body backwards, trying to slow down the momentum of the swing.

His body was tilted in the air, with the muscles on his back bulging like small hills and shaking violently with the strong pull.

The waist is like a twisted knot, twisting hard to keep the body balanced and exert better force.

His hips unconsciously stuck out backwards, and the center of gravity of his entire body moved backwards. Every muscle worked together to hold on to the swing and prevent Feng Qin from getting into danger.

Although Wen Mosheng rushed over and grabbed the swing at the critical moment, he only grabbed one side of the rope. The rope was tightly grasped in his hand, and his fingers were like eagle claws. Because of excessive force, the knuckles were glaring white, as if they had lost their blood color. The muscles on his arms were like awakened beasts, bulging high, and the blue veins were like winding little snakes, bulging under the skin, clearly visible, all of which showed that he was exerting great strength.

At this time, the grass around them looked particularly green under the sunlight.

The green is so rich that it looks like a paint bucket overturned by nature, and every blade of grass looks like a carefully carved jade needle.

The breeze was like a soft palm, gently brushing across the grass. The grass leaves seemed to have heard the command, swaying slightly, making a rustling sound, and the sound was like a group of elves whispering, as if telling some secret softly.

Not far away, several big trees stood quietly like loyal guards, their branches and leaves lush like green clouds, swaying in the breeze.

The mottled shadows of the trees swayed on the grass, like a vivid ink painting, and the black ink marks danced with the changes of light and shadow.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, forming golden rays, like golden threads sprinkled by God, adding a touch of mystery to the grassland.

Feng Qin's hands were originally holding the ropes on both sides of the swing tightly like iron pliers. As long as she didn't let go, according to common sense, she would not fall down.

Her fingers were tightly wrapped around the rope, her fingertips were slightly concave due to excessive force, and her palms were full of sweat. The sweat soaked part of the rope, making the rope feel even more sticky in her hands.

But at this moment, Wen Mosheng was already by her side. In this extreme panic and fear, she instinctively felt that she would feel safer if she held on to Wen Mosheng.

In her subconscious, Wen Mosheng was like her safe haven. As long as she could hold on to him, she would be able to escape from this terrible situation.

But before she could reach out to grab Wen Mosheng, her body had already fallen backwards due to the inertia after the swing stopped.

Feng Qin's eyes widened instantly, and there seemed to be two small flames burning in her eyes, full of fear. Her eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of her eye sockets, and she stared at the void in front of her, as if she saw an endless dark abyss beckoning to her.

His mouth opened wide with fear and a desperate cry came from his throat. The sound trembled and spread in the air, like the last wail of a broken string.

Wen Mosheng was shocked when he saw this, and his reaction was extremely fast, like a cheetah ready to attack. His body leaned forward instinctively, his eyes fixed on Feng Qin, his eyes full of anxiety and worry, and he had only one thought in his mind, don't let her fall head first, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Feng Qin was in a panic, waving her hands in the air like two white butterflies that had lost their way. Suddenly, her hands grabbed the tie around Wen Mosheng's neck. The tie was dark blue, the color was like the deep night sky, and the texture was as soft as the finest silk, which felt soft when it slid across the skin, yet it was very strong.