Good harvests bring

Ke Wang, engrossed in what he was going to do, didn't notice this at all.,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.。