profile:

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 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.,At this moment, suddenly there was a pain in his wrist.。

• latest chapter： Chapter 2: Things in the Sorghum Field