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",Ke Wang, engrossed in what he was going to do, didn't notice this at all.,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.。