Good harvests bring

Meng Yitong was dragged inside. All she saw was a light green, and the plump ears of sorghum swaying gently on the stalks as if in the breeze, then quickly disappeared.,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.,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.。