Good harvests bring

Meng Yitong was dragged inside. All she saw was a light green, and the plump ears of sorghum swaying gently on the stalks as if in the breeze, then quickly disappeared.,Wang X Shun cried out in pain, withdrawing his hand and looking around cautiously. "Who!" he shouted.,The sorghum field was silent, with only the sound of the wind answering.。