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 Yitong was dragged inside. All she saw was a light green, and the plump ears of sorghum swaying gently on the stalks as if in the breeze, then quickly disappeared.,He was still gripping Meng Xia's neck tightly, not yet reacting, only managing to glance at her before she suddenly raised her hand and stopped his wrist. Then came a sickening crunch of bone.。