Good harvests bring

By this point, Wang Xishun wouldn't have the patience to deal with things at home. He would first go to the sorghum field and get what he needed, then talk about it later.,When they reached the sorghum field, it was a vast expanse of dryland fields stretching from one to the next. Even if Meng Xi shouted herself hoarse, no one would hear her, nor would anyone see her.,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.。