The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

Grandpa, what are you doing? After beating grandma, are you going to beat my daddy too?

You dead girl, you have no right to speak here, get out of here.

Mr. Mo, who cares about his reputation, naturally won't admit his mistakes.

It's only natural for me to teach my son a lesson. Get out of the way now. If you don't, I'll beat you up too. You're such an ungrateful idiot. Mr. Mo said viciously.

The other members of the Mo family shrank their necks in fear at Old Man Mo's fierce aura.

Mo Rao was not afraid at all. Even such momentum did not constitute oppression to her.

It's just that she used to be a bandit. It's okay to tell it to scare the ignorant villagers. She crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. It's just that she used to be a bandit. Why should she be afraid?

Mo Rao held the handle of the shovel and said disdainfully: It depends on whether you have the ability.

Old Master Mo felt Mo Rao's contempt, disdain and ridicule.

This made Mr. Mo very angry. He pretended to exert the strength in his hand, intending to pull back the shovel so that he could hit Mo Rao?

But no matter how hard he tried, the shovel didn't move at all. He tried even harder but still couldn't pull the shovel back. He was so angry that his eyes were spitting fire.

Seeing this, Mo Lao Er and Mo Lao San pretended to come over to separate them, but in fact they wanted to pull the girl aside and teach her a lesson in the chaos.

It seems that his father will continue to teach the mother and son a lesson.

If his father didn't teach them a lesson, they would really be ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. They had the money but didn't give it to his father. They really deserved to be punished.

When Mo Rao saw them coming, how could he give them this opportunity?

Ouch, niece, get out of the way! It would be terrible if you got hurt.

Mo Lao San and Mo Lao Er came over pretentiously, trying to pull Mo Rao over.

Mo Rao raised his foot and kicked Mo Lao Er, sending him flying. Then he kicked Mo Lao San to the ground.

There are all kinds of birds in the forest. She is not the original owner, so she can only accept her fate of being bullied.

Ouch, my waist.

Ouch, my butt.

There was an instantaneous howling of "ouch, ouch" from the ground.

Now Mo Ertai could no longer sit still. Originally, Mo Ertai was just watching the show from the side. The one who enjoyed it most when Old Lady Mo and her son were beaten was Mo Ertai.

In Mo Ertai's eyes, their family was only fit to be their slaves. Now, the granddaughter of the man she looked down upon had beaten her two sons. How could she bear this?

You little bitch, you actually dared to hit your second uncle and third uncle. This is really outrageous.

I'll beat you to death today, you dead girl, and as he said this, he was about to step forward and pull Mo Rao's hair.

At this time, Old Mrs. Mo woke up and saw Mrs. Mo Er trying to hit her granddaughter. How could she tolerate this? So she immediately stopped her and got up to fight with Mrs. Mo Er.

You shameless bitch, you still want to hit my granddaughter, I'll beat you to death today.

Seeing that her grandmother was not at fault, Mo Rao did not go to help.

Grandma has suffered injustice all her life, and this is a good time for her to vent her anger.

At this time, Mr. Mo also stood up from the ground, his eyes full of disappointment towards his father.

Seeing his two sons still lying on the ground screaming in pain, Mr. Mo just wanted to beat this damn girl to death. For a moment, Mr. Mo's eyes were filled with ferocity.

There were many people standing outside the yard watching the fight, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

Everyone is afraid of being accidentally injured. When he was young, Mr. Mo would start a fight with others if he disagreed with them. One year, due to a land dispute, Mr. Mo hit someone's head so hard that it bled, and the person almost lost his life.

So everyone immediately asked someone to invite the village chief and the elders of the tribe over.

What Mr. Mo fears most is the clan leader and the elders.

As long as the matter is not too serious, the county government generally does not care and lets the clan handle it on their own.

So this is why Mr. Mo is afraid of the clan elders.

If Mr. Mo does not listen to the clan leader and offends everyone, he will be expelled from the clan directly.

A person without a family cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb after death.

For the native ancients, that was the heaviest punishment.

Old Master Mo let go of the shovel in his hand, turned around and walked towards the kitchen on the east side of the yard.

When Mo Rao saw Old Man Mo going to the kitchen, she knew what this man was going to do without having to think about it.

Mo Rao put the shovel in his hand at the foot of the wall, and Grandpa Mo came out with a kitchen knife in his hand, looking aggressive.

When everyone saw Mr. Mo coming over with a kitchen knife in his hand, they all gasped in fear.

Everyone in the Mo family was so frightened that they stood in front of Mo Rao.

Dad, don’t do that. Daya is still a child. Father Mo stood in front of Mo Rao and begged for mercy.

Mo's mother also cried and said: Dad, we give you the silver, we give you the silver, Mo Rao is still a child.

Mother, I won't give him a penny of this money. He is so shameless that he even wants to be greedy for the money for his grandson's wedding. I don't ask anything of such a person.

Mo Rao said this on purpose so that everyone outside could hear it. She didn't want everyone to think that their family was wrong. After all, these rumors could cost lives.

When Mr. Mo heard this, he couldn't suppress his anger.

Mr. Mo's face was ferocious, and he held the kitchen knife tightly in his hand, with a cold light flashing.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, as if he was about to hack someone to death with a knife at any moment.

The other members of the Mo family gathered around Mo Rao. They were pale, with expressions of despair and pleading.

"Dad, please let Daya go! She is your granddaughter too!" Mo's mother cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Grandpa, please let my elder sister go!" With a trembling voice, Mo Qingshan knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Grandpa, please let my sister go! If you want to hit someone, just hit us.

The younger brother and sister knelt on the ground and cried, begging grandpa not to hurt their sister.

Mr. Mo remained unmoved. The kitchen knife swung in his hand, and he was determined to kill Mo Rao. His aura was chilling.

Mo Rao was behind her family, watching Grandpa Mo's actions coldly.

At this time, Mr. Mo was so angry that his eyes were red and his face was ferocious. He didn't care who was standing in front of him. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill this unfilial granddaughter.

He raised the kitchen knife and chopped at Mo Rao without hesitation. His movements were swift and decisive. He didn't care about the other members of the Mo family standing in front of Mo Rao. It was as if the other members of the Mo family were worthless in his eyes. It was as if he wanted to vent all his anger on this one knife.

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Several terrified voices were heard from several places. Mo's mother's face was as pale as paper, and her body was shaking uncontrollably, trying to use her body to block the fatal blow. The same was true for the other members of the Mo family.

The whole scene was extremely tense, and the bystanders were frightened and at a loss as to what to do by this sudden scene.

There were only the two brothers on the ground, and Mo Ertai, who had been beaten a second ago. They were all very happy, as if the pain in their bodies had disappeared, and they were just waiting for this exciting scene.

Old Mrs. Mo put down her hand that was hitting Mrs. Mo Er and tried to stop Old Mr. Mo.

At this time, Mo Rao was not as nervous as the others. The corners of Mo Rao's mouth rose slightly, and a wicked smile quietly overflowed.

She quickly propped herself up on the table beside her, using the momentum to flip her body mid-air. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, graceful yet uninhibited. A glint of cunning flashed in her eyes as she flew through the air, a glint of confidence in her own abilities.

Her feet stretched out like the wind, passed the family members who were protecting her, and accurately kicked the knife in Mr. Mo's hand. The knife flew out instantly, as if controlled by an invisible force.

This kick not only demonstrated her agility and strength, but also amazed everyone present.

Is this still the Daya of the Mo family?