Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Her originally pink lips began to tremble violently, and the color gradually turned blue and purple, as if corroded by cold frost. Her face also lost all its color, and was as pale as a piece of white paper, lifeless.

On his forehead, fine beads of sweat appeared one by one like dewdrops on grass leaves in the morning, flickering on his smooth forehead. It was the uncontrollable reaction of the body under extreme fear.

She was flustered and hurried, and when she finally got close to Wen Mosheng, she felt like she had found a safe haven. She grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly with both hands, and her fingers dug into the fabric like iron hooks, as if she would be swallowed up by the horrible scene if she let go. She was like a wounded and helpless kitten.

Her body was still trembling slightly, and she muttered softly, "Brother Mosheng, Brother Mosheng, I'm so scared." The voice was so weak that it seemed to come from a distant valley, carrying uncontrollable fear.

At this moment, the three little brats saw their aunt being bullied, and immediately jumped out like lit firecrackers. There were little flames of anger burning in their eyes, the flames were jumping in their eye sockets, their faces were flushed with excitement, like ripe little apples, and the veins on their foreheads were faintly visible.

The little trumpet in the lead put his hands on his hips, stretched his arms out to the sides, and held his chest high. He looked like a little fighting cock on display.

I was wearing a child's swimsuit, and because of the effort of standing, my feet were slightly raised. The other two kids also imitated Xiao Laba, standing behind him, staring at the women, not blinking, for fear that the women would suddenly disappear.

The little trumpet raised his head and stretched his neck like a little giraffe, pointing at the women and yelling, "Stop, stop, stop, you are not allowed to scold my aunt. My aunt is the best person in the world, you are all bad guys!"

The voice was crisp and loud, like a series of small bells ringing in the ears. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth. The little nose was slightly wrinkled because of anger, and the nostrils opened and closed.

At this time, a few kindhearted people in the crowd came out to persuade them. One of them was a kind-looking middle-aged woman with a faint smile on her face, her eyes narrowed into slits, and her crow's feet spread out like a fan.

She bent down gently, her footsteps soundless, and said to the kids with a big smile on her face, "My dears, don't be fooled by your aunt's innocent appearance."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand. The skin on his hand was a little rough, and the fingers were short and thick. He wanted to touch Xiao Laba's head, but Xiao Laba dodged him.

Her hand froze in the air for a moment, then slowly dropped down, her fingers bent unnaturally, and she continued, "She's not a good person. Call your mother right away and let her see what's going on."

When Little Trumpet heard this, he was so angry that his face turned red all the way to his ears, like a ripe tomato. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, almost twisted into a knot, and a deep vertical wrinkle appeared in the middle.

His eyes were full of anger, as if they were about to spit fire, and the whites of his eyes were slightly red. He stamped his feet hard, and the "dong dong dong" sound was like beating a drum. Every time he stamped, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, and his little feet were a little numb in his shoes.

Her voice was louder than before: "No, I won't listen to you!" As she spoke, she waved her little fists and gestured in the air. Her little fists were clenched tightly, and her knuckles were white, like a few white beads.

"I'm going to call my handsome dad and ask him to arrest all of you bad guys and lock you up in a small dark room. Let's see if you dare to bully my aunt again!" As soon as Xiao Laba said this, it was like a blockbuster bomb exploding in the crowd.

The onlookers who were originally chattering suddenly became silent as if they were under a spell. Everyone seemed to be frozen, their eyes wide open, their eyeballs seemed to fall out of their sockets, and a lot of the white of their eyes was exposed.

His mouth was open so wide that an egg could fit in it, a little saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth, his chin was almost dropping to the ground, and his throat seemed to be choked by something, so he couldn't make any sound.

After a long while, an old man scratched his sparse hair, his scalp was vaguely visible, and there was doubt in his eyes, and the doubt was like a fog in his eyes.

He walked over cautiously, his steps light and slow, each step seeming like a test.

He bent down and leaned forward, almost face to face with Xiao Laba, with his ears almost touching Xiao Laba's mouth. He had big ears and thick earlobes. He asked softly, "Little darling, you just said you wanted to call your handsome daddy, so how many daddies do you have?"

When Tuntun heard everyone's questions, he stretched out three chubby little fingers like a little bird eager to show off its treasure. The fingers were white, tender, and round, just like a little radish just pulled out of the soil, chubby and adorable. He raised his little fingers high above his head, with his arms stretched straight, wishing that everyone could see them at a glance.

There seemed to be two twinkling little stars in his eyes, full of excitement, and his mouth was grinning from ear to ear, and he shouted in a childish but loud voice: "Three!"

The voice was as clear as the call of a lark jumping in the mountains, spreading happily in the air. After saying this, he shook his head proudly, and the hair on his little head swung back and forth, with a proud expression on his little face, as if he had just accomplished a great achievement that shook the world.

Seeing Tuntun like this, Little Trumpet refused to show weakness, and his face was full of seriousness. He frowned, and a small "chuan" character was squeezed out between his eyebrows, which looked like a small valley across the middle of his forehead.

His eyes were as big as two black gems as he stared at his fingers, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, without blinking. He was so serious as if he was guarding a priceless treasure, afraid of making the slightest mistake in counting.

While counting on his fingers, he muttered softly, "Handsome dad, bad dad, knife dad, the dad who gave birth to me..." Every time he counted a one, his little mouth moved slightly, like a small trumpet making a soft sound, and his head followed with a little bit, and each time it fell heavily, as if he was keeping a strong beat for the counting.

As he counted, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if two bright little lights were instantly lit in his eyes, and there seemed to be bright little stars twinkling. His eyes suddenly opened wider, as if he had discovered a new continent hidden deep in the universe.

The whole person was as excited as a little flea. With a light jump, his feet were a short distance off the ground, and there was a slight "thump" when he landed. He hurriedly corrected: "No, it should be four!"