Good harvests bring

Meng Yao's face flushed red, to the point of suffocation. Later, her pupils gradually became dilated and lost their sparkle and vitality.,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.,A sharp pain struck, and Wang Xi Shun couldn't bear it. He clutched his hand and let out a pig-like squeal on the spot.。