At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,He was still gripping Meng Xia's neck tightly, not yet reacting, only managing to glance at her before she suddenly raised her hand and stopped his wrist. Then came a sickening crunch of bone.,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.。
