Chapter 90

Willow blocked John Bridgeton who was rushing up, "Wait a minute, you cannot pick them. There's a proper way to harvest herbs. If you pluck them recklessly, they'll lose all their medicinal efficacy, it'll be useless even if you take them back." "Why so many damn problems," John grumbled, brandishing his gun in his hand, "Fine. You go and pick. If there's more nagging, don't blame my gun for going off." Willow walked over to the edge of the steep slope in a docile manner, took out a sickle from the basket on her back, and began digging up the Red Sky Vine carefully. She was deep in thought, her eyes scanning the slope below. Would she die if she rolled down from here? Even if she did, she just couldn't care anymore! It must be better than being violated by John or even killed to silence her, wouldn't it? Willow glanced at John Bridgeton who was impatiently tearing off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest, with an undisguised look of violence and lewdness on his face. Without any more h