3420 Heaven Is Punishing Her!

While Minmin had always been doted on by their mother.

Jing Qiyao's anger at this moment had reached its peak.

She couldn't help but suddenly shake off Wang Limeng's hand, raising her voice in a sharp cry, "Mother! Why do you only have Minmin in your eyes and heart? I'm your daughter too! In front of the sand tornado, aren't you worried I might also be swept into the sky?"

Wang Limeng grew furious upon hearing this. She raised a hand and slapped Jing Qiyao across the face.

"Ungrateful daughter!"

"Right now, it's Minmin who's been swept into the sky by the sand tornado, and it's Minmin who's suffering, not you! Why are you screaming at your mother like this?"

"Do you really want Minmin to die?" Wang Limeng glared angrily at her eldest daughter, her eyes openly revealing her disappointment and hatred.

Jing Qiyao instantly felt unsteady on her feet.

She hadn't expected her mother to truly despise her so much. They were both her biological daughters, so why such a world of difference in treatment?

Wang Limeng couldn't spare a thought for Jing Qiyao's feelings at this moment. With a look of disdain, she pushed her away, saying coldly, "Get out of my way!"

"Husband." She turned, wanting to break through Jing Tou's defensive barrier, but what she faced was Jing Tou's unforgiving eyes.

Yes, of course. Her husband had already given up on Minmin before. At this moment, how could he risk himself for Minmin's sake again?

Only she could save Minmin now. Her daughter, only she could bring her back!

Wang Limeng rushed towards the direction of the sand tornado, screaming her daughter's name hoarsely. That image of a loving mother made Qiao Mu忍不住 take a few extra glances at her.

The feelings of every mother in the world were probably the same.

If the sand tornado had swept her away at this moment, her mother, Wei Ziqin, would probably also be consumed with anxiety and despair.

"Heaven Is Punishing Her"

Qiao Mu stood in a daze for a moment, tilting her head in thought.

The sand tornado had already carried Jing Minyao far away, so Immortal Venerable Peach Blossom and the others retracted their defensive barrier.

Seeing the little fellow tilt her head, her eyes blankly staring into the distance without a sound, Feng Chen slightly frowned. He couldn't help but flick her on her little head. "What are you thinking, Qiaoqiao? There's nothing to think about with a woman whose excessive indulgence ruins her child."

"Spoiling a child is like killing a child. Such a woman is not to be admired," Feng Chen snorted.

Indeed, if Wang Limeng hadn't been so doting on her daughter, making Jing Minyao arrogant and presumptuous, always believing herself to be invincible and unparalleled, things wouldn't have come to this point.

Mo Lian knew this little one's rambling thoughts well. Knowing what she was thinking, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mother is not a woman like Wang Limeng. Mother raised you and Little Lin'er so well. You're educated, sensible, gentle, and kind, completely unlike them!"

Everyone: "..."

Your Royal Highness, don't you feel guilty saying that?

After Mo Lian finished speaking, he found silence around him. He turned and glared at Feng Chen and the others, who had amused smiles on their faces.

What? Was he wrong? Isn't Qiaoqiao good? Qiaoqiao is so good; none of them are allowed to laugh at Qiaoqiao!

"Ahem, let's go, let's go take a look." Feng Chen coughed, trying to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

With that, he stepped forward, chasing after the direction of the sand tornado.

Qiao Mu asked with a bewildered expression, "She's already being punished by heaven, why still chase after her?"