Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Fortunately, the resentful woman didn't seem to have the intention of slapping the woman to death.

She frowned and tightened her grip around the child in her arms, "You're mistaken. This is my Ah Ni."

"That's my child, please give him back to me. He is only three years old." The woman pleaded with a sad look on her face.

Despite this, she still opened her arms firmly and confronted the resentful woman who could easily turn her into ashes with just a wave of her hand.

The resentful woman said coldly: "You admit your mistake, get out of the way."

"He is my child, give him to me!"

When the woman saw the resentful woman was about to leave with the child, she didn't care about anything else and grabbed the child's calf to try to snatch it back from her.

The child was awakened by the quarrel between the two. He looked at his mother in front of him, and when he raised his head, he saw half of the resentful woman with a face as terrifying as a ghost. He immediately struggled with his arms, crying and shouting to get out of the resentful woman's arms.

"Mother, save me - Mother -"

The child opened his arms towards the woman, wanting her to take him away from the resentful woman's arms.

"Mom, I want to go home. Mom, I'm scared."

The woman pressed harder and harder, sobbing, "Don't cry, little Ni, I'll take you home right now."

However, the resentful woman's strength was far beyond that of an ordinary woman. Not only did she fail to pull the child out of her arms, but the child started crying because of the pain caused by the pulling.

The woman subconsciously let go.

Seeing the child crying, the resentful woman raised her hand and threw the woman out, angrily saying, "What are you doing!"

“This is my Ah Ni.”

"He is obviously my little Ni, you crazy woman who stole someone else's child!" The woman collapsed on the ground, saying unwillingly.

"What's the point of you fighting over it? Let the child choose for himself. Will he not recognize his real mother?"

Qi Wu Yue's voice sounded from behind.

The resentful woman frowned subconsciously and glanced unkindly at Qi Wu Yue who was crossing his arms at his side.

The little Yin Ling was also frightened by her look and said softly, "Just let him choose. Ah Ni will not choose you, right?"

I don’t know if the resentful woman was touched by his words, but she loosened her arms around the child.

Finally, she put the child on the ground.

The resentful woman squatted down, stretched out her arms, and a gentle smile appeared on her face, "Ani, come quickly."

The child named Xiao Ni had tears on his face that had not yet dried. He sobbed and threw himself into the woman's arms, "Mother... Mother..."

The woman stroked the child's small body and cried with joy.

The resentful woman's face instantly changed when she saw the scene of loving mother and filial son in front of her.

She stood up suddenly, her gentle and beautiful eyes widened, with a ferocious and terrifying expression.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Countless black gases gushed out from her body madly, as if forming a huge cyclone.

In the hazy darkness, half of her horrible bark face began to peel off, revealing a bloody face.

"Because he is not your child." Qi Wu Yue added in a deep voice.

Not my child.

not mine.

No.

"No! Where's my child! Where's my child!"

The resentful woman's body was covered in black energy flowing like water, her face was hideous, she had completely fallen into madness, and she asked with a fierce roar.

"He's not my child! Where is my child!"

The resentful goddess is insane and has completely lost all rationality.

There is a flaw!

The move to avoid gods is Flying into the Sky and Phoenix True Fire.

Xiao Lin took the opportunity to swing his sword, and the golden-red flaming sword energy swept past.

Bones.

The head with a gentle and beautiful face was cut off in an instant, and rolled on the ground for several times, motionless.

The headless, thin body fell limply to the ground. The green skirt on her body withered like a green leaf in an instant, and her body turned into a piece of charred dead wood.

"Is she dead?" the woman asked in a trembling voice, hugging the child tightly.

Xiao Lin put away his sword and shook his head.

The little Yin spirit squatted, hugged her knees with both hands, and said quietly: "Every time she dies, the time it takes to revive will be shortened."