I dressed up as the cannon fodder mother who tortured the villain's cubs in a fantasy novel.
In the original novel, I was made into a human pig by the villain's cub when he grew up.
Looking at the shivering five-year-old kid in the corner, I decisively threw away the cane and rushed over:
"Baby! Mother's darling!"
The little boy's body froze, and violent murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Later, I relied on modern education concepts to raise the cub and taught him to memorize the multiplication tables.
Ten years later, the whole world of cultivation was spreading:
"The Demon Lord has been very crazy recently. I have to say that three-seven is equal to twenty-one."
"Whoever contradicts him will be sent to study mathematics."
Until the Immortal Sect besieged me, and the little boy tore off his disguise and came through the air.
He crushed the immortal's skull, turned around and asked me aggrievedly:
"Mom, can you give me one more candy today?"
