"There are corn thieves..." 。After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jing followed the sound and walked over lightly. 。Walking and walking, I smelled a pungent fishy smell, and also saw drops dripping onto the corn leaves. 。Still very fresh. 。"Rustling—" The sound of corn being knocked down suddenly came from behind. 。," 。Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing quickly regained her composure and looked at the man's face. 。At this glance, Qiao Jing was directly amazed by the man's bewitching appearance. 。,If things continue like this, men are very likely to die from excessive loss. We can't afford to delay any longer.。