Good harvests bring

At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,Wang Xishun gripped his opponent's neck tightly with one hand, and reached for their child with the other. He looked menacingly and snarled, "You don't know what's good for you! I'll see how you beg for mercy in a while!",Wang Xishun was about to tear away the last layer of cloth, revealing another alluring god. Suddenly, a cold stone flew out from behind the layers of green sorghum leaves and struck Wang Xishun's hand with force.。