At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Meng Yao's face flushed red, to the point of suffocation. Later, her pupils gradually became dilated and lost their sparkle and vitality.,Wang X Shun cried out in pain, withdrawing his hand and looking around cautiously. "Who!" he shouted.。
