Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

  "Don't move. Get your men to scram, or else…" Fifth Brother said sinisterly.


  "Otherwise, in the next second, my knife will be blind and stab in." Zhang Song continued his fifth brother's words.


  He was stunned. Then, he felt something strange at his waist. He slowly lowered his head and saw a sharp dagger pressed against his waist. When did he pull out the dagger? Why didn't he say anything?


  He originally wanted to make a big comeback, but who would have thought ...


  Zhang Song spat. " Hehe, I knew it. You must be up to something. You can try. Is your glass faster or my knife faster? "


  Fifth Brother gritted his teeth. What the f * ck is going on? He's pressing against the other party's neck, and the other party's pressing against his waist. So, should he fight to the death?


  Just as he thought of this, he felt a chill on his neck.


  "Try it. Let us see how powerful you are…"


Chapter 1192: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!