Good harvests bring

Meng Meng struggled desperately, but he was not his opponent.,At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,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.。