Good harvests bring

It was already noon, the sun was blazing, and all the farmers working in the fields had gone home for lunch. Therefore, there were very few people on the road.,A sharp pain struck, and Wang Xi Shun couldn't bear it. He clutched his hand and let out a pig-like squeal on the spot.,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.。