When they reached the sorghum field, it was a vast expanse of dryland fields stretching from one to the next. Even if Meng Xi shouted herself hoarse, no one would hear her, nor would anyone see her.,Wang Xishun grabbed Meng Xi's hair tightly, dragging her deep into the sorghum field. His arms were scratched several times, and he was annoyed. He pushed her to the ground with all his might and pounced on top of her.,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.。