Good harvests bring

Wang Xishun had a vulgar smile on his face, with disgusting pimples and a pitted complexion. When he spoke, his breath was foul. He said, "Your grandmother sold you to me, where else do you think you can run",Meng Xiang's long hair scattered wildly, her eyes blazing with fury. In a moment of desperation, she grabbed a hardened clod of earth from the ground and, with all her might, hurled it at Wang Xi Shun's head.,Wang Xishun was about to tear away the last layer of cloth, revealing another alluring god. Suddenly, a cold stone flew out from behind the layers of green sorghum leaves and struck Wang Xishun's hand with force.。