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At this time of year, the sorghum growing in the fields is thriving, a vast expanse of lush green. It's very dense.,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 X Shun cried out in pain, withdrawing his hand and looking around cautiously. "Who!" he shouted.。

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