Wang Xishun's whole body convulsed in pain, unaware that a second strike was yet to come.
Without even taking a heavy breath, Meng Wu immediately raised her leg, bent her knee, and brought it down hard into Wang Xishun's crotch in one fluid, seamless motion. He had no time to react and could only take the blow.
Wang Xishun's face turned alternately pale and green, in extreme agony, with the veins on his face bulging.
He cupped his crotch with both hands, curling up on the ground, staring at Meng Wu with utter disbelief in his eyes.
Was this the same person who couldn't fight back just moments ago？
It was like a demon had possessed her！
Wang Xishun stared wide-eyed as he watched Meng Wu shake herself off and get up from the ground. Still a bit dazed, she looked down at herself, saw her clothes in disarray, and calmly tidied them while walking over to Wang Xishun.
Wang Xishun kept backing away, her expression was terrifyingly calm.
Meng Wu looked down at him with a ghostly gaze, casually tying her sash, and said, "Looking this lumpy, and you still dare to mess around outside？"
"Y-you... don't come closer..."
Meng Wu sneered with one corner of her mouth, "Don't be like that. You were pretty cocky just now, weren't you? Come on, I'll play with you."
The situation had completely reversed, and fear crept into Wang Xishun's heart. Gone was his arrogant aggression from before; enduring the excruciating pain, he struggled to get up and flee.
But after just two steps, without even using her hands, Meng Wu kicked him over, then stomped on his crotch. Wang Xishun instantly turned pale.
Meng Wu said, "What's the rush？ It's not like I'm going to eat you." As she spoke, she ground her foot down.
Wang Xishun screamed.
Amid his screams, Meng Wu added calmly, "See? You can't keep your little buddy in line, so I have to help you out. Now it won't stick its head out too much anymore."
Meng Wu stepped on his face again, pressing him into the dirt, and raised an eyebrow with a flippant air, saying, "Don't show me that face—ugly, too ugly, really one more look is more eye-stinging than pepper spray. What kind of little bastard comes out to make a fool of themselves, and still has the nerve？"
Wang Xishun was physically and mentally shattered, in pain and disarray, his mouth full of dirt, his face still under someone's foot, grinding into the soil. He whimpered and begged, "I was wrong, I was wrong... I won't dare do it again, please let me off..."
Having had enough of stepping on him, Meng Wu released her foot and said, "Scram."
Wang Xishun didn't even care about the pain anymore; he quickly scrambled up and fled, rolling and crawling out of this sorghum field.
The wind rustled the sorghum tassels above, making them sway and shake, creating a swishing sound.
Meng Wu had a faint bruise on her neck left by Wang Xishun, still a bit sore. Holding her neck, she shook her head a few times, feeling dizzy, and muttered to herself, "What the hell is this place？"
She clearly remembered that just a moment ago she was on a mission, but the damned opponent happened to be a good-looking man. She couldn't help but take an extra look or two, and then fell for his trick...
So it's true—a good-looking man is like a disaster; just a couple of extra looks and your life is on the line.
As a result, the moment she opened her eyes, she found herself in this sorghum field, and then she dealt with that little bastard just now.
Now, sitting in the sorghum field, Meng Wu rested her forehead on her hand as many memories not her own flooded into her mind.
After digesting them for a while, Meng Wu still couldn't quite accept this fact.
Those memories belonged to this body, and this body was not hers.
She... had actually turned into a country girl. On top of that, her biological mother was deathly ill, and her uncle's family and grandmother couldn't wait to marry her off, just to collect some betrothal money and seize her family's few acres of land.
This time, the original owner's grandmother took advantage of her mother being too sick to get out of bed and sold her off to that bastard. That old hag, favoring sons over daughters, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and with a pretty cruel heart.
Meng Wu sat where she was for a while and realized she couldn’t go back. During the mission, she had been hit in a vital spot by the enemy; she must be dead.
She was really pissed off.
She held her forehead and suddenly snapped, with irritation： “Hey, you over there, had enough of staring？”
A gust of wind blew, the green leaves in the sorghum field rustled, and no one answered.
Meng Wu pushed herself up from her knees, casually snapped off a sorghum stalk, and used it to clear the way as she walked deeper in.