Chapter 547: This title is a bit counterintuitive

Ning Xuemo raised his hand to take over the mirror, and glanced into the mirror just like a sap, and even stopped breathing!
Appearing in the mirror was an old lady with goose-like crane hair, with deep wrinkles on her face that pinched the flies, her hair gray, and several gold crickets stuck in it like an upstart. A pair of small eyes narrowed slightly, her mouth was dry, and she had a big red lips ...
Gosh! Who is this old demon in? !!
Is it you?
Ning Xuemo's eyes fell on her own mirror.
The old green onion hands became like the old pine bark, and there were aging spots on the back of the hands ...
"Slam!" The mirror fell from her hand.
She always felt that she was a calm and calm emperor. No matter what bizarre events happened to her, she could calm down and find the best solution. This is also her capital of pride.
But now she really couldn't calm down, and her head was rattling.
Countless pictures flashed in front of her, and she was stunned by Xue Yilan, and she was yanked back shortly after she ran out and crashed into Xue Yilan's arms. Then she felt a pain in her body and heard Xue Yilan say a lot to her in the groggy state, and then she was completely dizzy!
Wake up again to become this old demon look! What kind of mother ...
Was she urged to grow old? Or did she die as Ning Xuemo's, and then walked over to the dying old lady? !!
Either of these two is enough for her to collapse.
At first, she was a twelve-year-old little girl who was considered to be a wicked father to her. Anyway, she was a pretty little girl. Even if she was a scrap, she could accept it and worked hard in that capacity.
Now she has become an old lady directly! How does Ning Xuemo, who has always been beautiful, accept it? !!
She desperately settled, and seemed to think of something again, raised her arm, and tucked her sleeves up, revealing a large arm ...
She wore several gold bracelets on her wrists, and raised her arms with a tinkling noise. The arm hidden in the sleeve is also slack, and it is no different from the old lady's arm ...
She didn't give up, she touched herself. But no matter where she touched, her skin was slack, grasping the folds.
Ning Xuemo almost cried.
Oh my god, another thunder splits her!
Don't cross the old lady! Don't be old! Too challenging her bottom line!
The women saw her look like a mournful test, and they spoke to comfort her.
It's nothing more than a mother's health, don't worry about it.
They are better not comforting. The more comforting Ning Xuemo is, the harder she is. She was dizzy and swollen. When these women were noisy, she became bigger. Angrily: "Shut up to my mother!"
After all, she was a habitual boss, and she acted fast enough when she saw the machine. Although she was hoarse, she was very imposing and faintly murderous.
The women took a nap, and everyone just felt the cold hair on their backs, inexplicably frightened, and they all shut up, just staring at Ning Xuemo.
"Wife, why is there such a big fire? Now that we have so many girls, the days will get better and better." A voice came from the corner. The same old husky, but a man's voice.
Wife? !!
Why is this term so contradictory? So scary?