Good harvests bring

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.,The sorghum field was silent, with only the sound of the wind answering.,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.。