Meng's family was poor, and her mother was seriously ill. Taking advantage of the situation, her grandmother took some money from Wang's family in the village and planned to sell Meng as a daughter-in-law.

Wang Xi Shun, the son of the Wang family, was in his twenties but still a single man.

Because not only is he ugly, but his character is also terrible. The girls in the village avoid him, let alone becoming his wife.

This time Meng Xia's mother, Mrs. Xia, was bedridden and unable to take care of herself, while her grandmother, Mrs. He, had long wanted to marry off Meng Xia.

When a daughter reaches marriageable age, and she still stays at home refusing to leave, what is she doing? Isn't that a waste of food? After all the hard work raising her for so long, she should be sent to another family to earn some dowry money.

...And the Wang family gave more money than others, so He disregarded who Wang Xishun was. They didn't even have a simple wedding ceremony. They had agreed beforehand that the Meng family wouldn't give a dowry, so Wang Xishun just came to take Meng Tao back home and slept with her, and that was it.

That day, Wang Xishun eagerly and excitedly came to receive the person.

As a result, Ge didn't notice and let Meng Xiang climb out the window to escape.

Wang Xishun immediately followed the trail.

It was already noon, the sun was scorching hot, and all the farmers who had been working in the fields went home for lunch. Therefore, there were very few people on the road.

Wang Xishun chased after him and saw Meng Tao running desperately along a country path. He immediately followed suit, chasing after her with all his might.

Meng Xi hadn't even had time to grow up when Wang Xi forcefully grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth with one hand and holding her waist with the other, dragging her into the nearby sorghum field.

Mengmeng struggled desperately, but he was simply no match for his opponent.

Wang Xishun had a vulgar smile on his face, with disgusting pimples and a pitted complexion. When he spoke, his mouth reeked, and he said, “Your grandmother has already sold you to me. Where do you think you can run to?”

By this point, Wang Xishun no longer had the patience to bring it home to deal with. He went straight to the sorghum field first to get the things he needed and then he would talk about it later.

Even after waiting for the person, despite all reluctance, one will have to live their own life afterward.

At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of vibrant green. It's incredibly lush.

Meng Yiyue was dragged in. All she could see was a sea of green, and the plump ears of sorghum swaying slightly on the stalks as if being blown by the wind before disappearing quickly.

When they reached the sorghum field, it was a vast expanse of dryland fields stretching from one end to another. Meng's cries were swallowed by the silence, and no one could see or hear her.

Wang Xishun fiercely pulled Meng Shao's hair, dragging her into the depths of the sorghum field. He got scratched a few times on his arms and couldn't help but get angry. With a shove, he knocked her to the ground and pounced on her.

Meng Xiang's long hair flew scattered, her eyes filled with a fierce resolve. She reached down and grabbed a lump of hardened soil, gathering all her strength, she hurled it straight at Wang Xi's head.

Wang Xishun was covered in mud, his face a mess, and he had some stuck to his forehead. Seeing Meng Tao get up and try to run away, he immediately grabbed her ankle and dragged her back.

Wang Xishun's hand tightly gripped the person's throat, while his other hand tugged at something. With a ferocious expression, he snarled, "You don't know what's good for you! Let's see how you beg for mercy in a while."

Meng's face flushed crimson, to the point of suffocation. Later, her pupils gradually became vacant, losing their sparkle and vitality.

Kwok-wai was so focused on getting there that he didn't notice this.

Wang Xishun was about to tear away the last veil, revealing a divine being of mesmerizing beauty. Suddenly, a cold stone flew out from behind the layers of green stalks, striking Wang Xishun's hand squarely on the back.

Wang Xishun cried out in pain, and his hand recoiled. He looked around cautiously and shouted, "Who!"

The sorghum field was silent, with only the sound of the wind. There was no reply.

He waited a while and seeing nothing unusual, his patience ran out, and he started to fiddle with his own head.

At this moment, suddenly a pain shot through his wrist.

He was still tightly gripping Meng Yuxi's neck with his hand, and before he could react, she suddenly raised her hand to stop his wrist. Then came a sickening crunch of bone.

A searing pain shot through Wang Xi Shun, he couldn't bear it. Clutching his hand, he let out a pig-like shriek on the spot.

At this time, Meng Xi opened her eyes. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, but within them was a soberness, a calmness, and a thirst for killing.

Meng Xia is completely different from her previous helpless self.

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