Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Chapter 369: Helping the Little Devil

Little Trumpet jumped up suddenly like a lively little flea, and its small body stayed in the air for a short time before landing steadily. His face blossomed with a proud smile as bright as a spring flower, his eyes narrowed into crescents, revealing a mouthful of white little teeth, and he laughed loudly: "Bad dad, look at this, isn't it? The higher I swing, the happier my aunt is!"

As he spoke, he waved his little arms, and the flesh on his arms swayed as if to emphasize his point.

Pian Pian stood aside, like a small stone statue, with eyes wide open, her black pupils like two black gemstones, staring at the swing that was swinging higher and higher. She never thought that just by their seemingly careless push, the swing of her aunt would instantly reach a very high height like a rocket launching into the sky.

His mouth was slightly open, his milk teeth, which had not yet been replaced, were unevenly exposed, and there were still some crumbs from the snacks he had just eaten. His face was a little red because of surprise, and his ears also turned red, like two small flames burning, and he looked a little surprised and a little curious.

Tun Tun blinked his eyes, which were as clear as the purest spring water in the mountains in the morning, and his long eyelashes flickered like two small fans. His little head was slightly tilted to one side, and a few strands of soft hair fell playfully on his forehead.

He frowned and said thoughtfully, "No, my aunt is not happy. She said she is scared! Bad dad, come and save the beauty!"

Tuntun's voice was clear and loud, like a mountain lark singing, and every word was filled with the innocence of a little child. The voice echoed in the air, seeming to dye the surrounding air with a layer of pure color.

Wen Mosheng was extremely anxious at this moment, like an ant on a hot pot. He ran left and right along with the swing, his steps were so chaotic that there was no pattern at all. His eyes were fixed on Feng Qin on the swing, and his eyes were full of worry and anxiety, just like an old hen protecting her chicks and seeing that her chicks were about to face danger.

His brows were tightly locked together, like two small hills with a deep ravine in the middle. Because the swing was swinging too violently, the speed was as fast as lightning across the night sky, and the force was as strong as surging waves.

The swing was like a leaf swaying in a storm, difficult to control. He could only run along while waiting for the right moment, because only when the swing slowed down a little could he pull Feng Qin to stop it steadily.

His forehead was covered with sweat, which looked like crystal clear pearls, continuously emerging from the roots of his hair.

Beads of sweat first gathered together, then slowly slid down his slightly flushed cheeks, paused briefly when passing his chin, and finally dripped onto the ground, forming small watermarks and spreading out faint circles of traces on the ground.

The three little ones, however, were like a group of excited little sparrows, chirping non-stop and constantly encouraging: "Bad daddy, hurry up, bad baby, I'm watching you..."

Little Trumpet held his fists tightly in front of his chest. His fists were clenched tightly, like two hard stones, and the muscles on his arms bulged slightly because of the force. He jumped and shouted, and his body bounced up every time he shouted, as if his shouting could add strength to his father.

Pian Pian also shouted, his voice was still a little childish, like an echo from a distant valley, with a kind of childish power. His eyes were shining with excitement, and his little face turned red with excitement.

Tuntun was jumping around, his little feet dancing lightly on the ground, like beating a cheerful drumbeat. His eyes were shining with anticipation, like the brightest stars in the night sky, as if he was waiting to see his father save his aunt like a superhero.

Feng Qin was still screaming in fear on the swing, the scream was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to penetrate the entire space.

At this moment, her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and each beat was like a heavy hammer. The "boom, boom, boom" sound of the heartbeat was particularly clear to her, as if the whole world was left with only the drumbeat of her heartbeat.

Oh my god, these three naughty and ignorant little guys really hurt her. How could they know that she was afraid of heights? They pushed her swing so high so recklessly, which simply pushed her into the abyss of fear.

At this moment, she closed her eyes tightly, her eyelids tightly stuck together, as if they were glued together, and she didn't dare to open them at all. She was afraid that as long as she opened her eyes, she would see herself in the sky, and the dizziness would instantly overwhelm her, as if she fell into an endless dark abyss.

Her hands were like two steel pliers, her fingers turned pale from excessive force, and she dug deep into the ropes on both sides of the swing. The ropes were like her only lifeline at the moment, the only thing between her and danger.

She felt her front body was limp, as if her bones and muscles had been pulled out. Every muscle seemed to have lost control, and her legs were shaking slightly involuntarily, like thin willow branches swaying in the wind, without any strength at all.

She kept shouting, "Brother Mosheng, save me!" The voice was crying, trembling as it came out of her throat. Every word was filled with fear and helplessness, trembling as it spread in the air, like fallen leaves fluttering in the wind.

Wen Mosheng ran frantically along with the swing, while speaking loudly to her, trying to calm her down. His eyes were fixed on Feng Qin, full of worry and anxiety.

"Sister Erya, please don't panic. Hold on to the ropes on both sides and don't move! I will come to rescue you right away!" Wen Mosheng's voice was firm and powerful, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, and every word was clearly heard by Feng Qin.

He hoped that his voice could give Feng Qin some sense of security, but he was actually extremely nervous in his heart. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest like a small animal trapped in a cage. He dared not take his eyes off Feng Qin for a moment, and his gaze was fixed on her figure, for fear that something worse would happen.

However, the swing still did not stop, and continued to swing back and forth, like a crazy dancer controlled by a demon. The swing chain made a "creaking" sound, as if maliciously mocking Feng Qin's fear.

Cold sweat spurted out of Feng Qin's body like raindrops, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept appearing from her forehead, nose tip, and back.