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.,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.,At this time, Meng Yao opened her eyes. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, but what lay within them was not the usual warmth, but rather a chilling clarity, a cold composure, and a thirst for blood.。