The mysterious milk group, hands on hips, is being fought over by five dads who are going crazy over

"Oh?" The old lady looked down at her with affection. "As long as Aning can catch that audacious ghost, Grandma will grant you whatever you want."

Aning's eyes lit up, and she nodded emphatically, "Grandma, don't worry! Aning can definitely do it!"

As she spoke, a fighting spirit ignited on Xiao Aning's face. She took two steps forward with her short legs, looked at the two identical people at the door of the room, and sniffed one and then the other.

Soon, she pointed to Huo Ting, whose belt was not yet properly fastened, and said:

"Grandma, this is fake!"

"Nonsense!" The fake Huo Ting frowned, his expression exactly the same as when he scolded A Ning.

"No, no, he really is..." Su Xiaoyin swallowed repeatedly, her voice trembling as she said, "Mother, he must be real, he must be..."

After all, they were just making love in bed a moment ago. If he's a fake, then wouldn't she be...?

Su Xiaoyin became more and more frightened. More than the possibility of ghosts, she was now afraid that the person she had just slept with was a fake!

She was so excited she almost screamed, "Huo Zhining! If you don't understand, step aside! Let me identify her!"

"How could I not recognize my own husband? The one you were pointing to is the real one!"

Ah Ning blinked, looking at her curiously: "Why does the bad auntie think he's real?"

"Can't you smell the awful stench on him?" Ah Ning said, taking two steps back. "It stinks so bad, Ah Ning can't hold it in anymore!"

"Insolence!" The fake Huo Ting flicked his long sleeves, looking at A Ning with great displeasure. "Guards, take this outspoken girl to the woodshed and lock her up!"

After saying that, he looked at the old lady again, "Mother, this child is talking nonsense. You raised your son yourself, you taught him to read and write and to practice martial arts, how could you not recognize your own son?"

He rolled up his sleeve. "This scar on my son's arm is from when he was little and fell from a tree while playing. You severely punished the servant who served him for not keeping a close eye on him. Have you forgotten?"

"This..." The old lady hesitated. "Ah Ning, could it be a mistake? Only my son and I know that he fell from the tree. The servant who served him back then has long since been redeemed and left the manor..."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Su Xiaoyin, who had already haphazardly tied her clothes, nodded vigorously upon hearing this. "I also think he's real! As for the one next to him... he must be an imposter!"

The real Huo Ting hadn't said a word from beginning to end, and only when everyone believed he was a fake did he sneer: "Foolish."

As the two cold words fell, Su Xiaoyin's heart trembled.

Cold, taciturn, and disdainful of arguing... that's exactly Huo Ting's personality.

Both of them resembled Huo Ting, but after sharing a bed for so many years, she always felt that the one who spoke less was more like the real Huo Ting.

But if he really is Huo Ting, then she...

Su Xiaoyin dared not think about it, her legs went weak and she fell into the snow, her eyes completely empty.

The old lady glanced at Su Xiaoyin on the ground. "Rongxiu, help her up. She's so frightened by such a small thing. What kind of behavior is this?"

After saying that, she looked at Aning and asked, "Aning, Grandma didn't smell the stench you mentioned. Is there any other way to tell if it's true or not?"

Ah Ning nodded emphatically: "Of course!"

After saying that, Ah Ning stepped back a little further away from the two Huo Tings, then started taking out her small purse, pulled out a golden chick, and tossed it into the air—

"You idiot! Fly high!"

Almost instantly, a tall figure burst forward, leaping into the air to grab the idiot!

Ah Ning's eyes lit up, and she quickly tightened the invisible golden thread in her hand!

Almost the instant the figure was about to grab the idiot, the idiot was pulled hard by the golden thread and fell back into Ah Ning's palm unharmed!

Ah Ning chuckled, "You idiot, isn't it fun?"

The idiot's golden fur was all messy, but the wind made him feel much more awake, and he nodded twice.

At the same time, the fake Huo Ting stood in the snow with a gloomy expression, no longer pretending, and looked at A Ning with a dark face.

"Are you kidding me?"

Aning ignored him and turned to her grandmother. "Grandma, look, he's a fake!"

"As for his knowledge about the time he fell from a tree and cut his arm as a child, that's one of the abilities of the Painted Skin Demon."

"The 'Skin-Painting Demon' can create a skin that is exactly the same as the real person's. You can even tell how you were injured just by touching the scars on the skin!"

The old lady nodded with a complicated expression.

Su Xiaoyin stared at the fake Huo Ting's unfastened belt, and was even more shocked and frightened. She fell into the snow again, and even Rong Xiu couldn't help her.

The fake Huo Ting's face gradually contorted, glaring fiercely at A Ning. "Give me that thing in your hand!"

Ah Ning shook her head innocently: "No, this silly thing was hatched by Ah Ning, so you can't give it away or abandon it."

The fake Huo Ting seemed unwilling to waste any more words, so he immediately tore off his skin and charged towards A Ning!

He moved so fast that no one present could see how he moved!

But Ah Ning calmly pulled out a talisman and chanted a spell.

From her perspective, everything around her seemed to slow down.

Ah Ning steadily stuck the talisman onto the painted skin ghost, and then two extremely thin golden threads flew out from her fingertips and tightly bound the painted skin ghost!

The painted-skin ghost landed with a thud and couldn't move!

Only then did everyone present see what it was, and they all gasped in shock.

The creature was hunched over, with a bluish-green face, eyes as large as copper bells, with no white showing, and a mouthful of extremely sharp teeth, densely packed like saw teeth! It exuded a sinister, ghostly aura!

Upon seeing this, Su Xiaoyin's eyes rolled back, and she fainted from fright...

The old lady leaned on her cane, not frightened by the creature's ugly appearance. She said in a deep voice, "A-Ning, ask it who sent it to steal this idiot and wreak havoc on my Huo family's property!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Ning tucked the idiot into her purse, put her hands on her hips, and asked, "Quick, tell me! Who sent you?"

The painted-skin demon's face twisted in a ferocious grimace as he angrily snarled, "You little brat, give me that phoenix! Otherwise, I'll devour the hearts of your entire family!"

Ah Ning blinked and earnestly lectured, "No, you can't. Killing someone and eating their heart is wrong, and you can't be allowed to be put to the afterlife."

"I am a demon! I don't need any salvation! I want a phoenix! Give it to me now!"

Ah Ning remembered her grandmother's warning not to tell anyone that Erhuo was a phoenix. Tilting her head, she said innocently, "Erhuo is just an ordinary little chick, and Ah Ning hatched it herself! Why would you steal a chick?"

"Foolish!" The Painted Skin Demon was furious. How dare this mindless creature possess the Phoenix of Destiny and even tie it up? What right did it have?!

"What chick? That's a phoenix of destiny! A divine beast, you ignorant fool! Give it to me right now!"

If you want to speak properly, then speak properly. Why are you being so fierce?

Aning was unhappy, so she stuck a mantra talisman on it, put her hands on her hips, and gave a fierce but cute command:

"From now on, whatever Aning asks, you must answer!"