author:qianran smiles
state:serializing
brief introduction:
The sorghum field was silent, with only the sound of the wind answering.,At this moment, suddenly there was a pain in his wrist.,He was still gripping Meng Xia's neck tightly, not yet reacting, only managing to glance at her before she suddenly raised her hand and stopped his wrist. Then came a sickening crunch of bone.。