Meng Xi hadn't even had time to fully grow up before Wang Xi seized her from behind, covering her mouth with one hand and holding her waist with the other, forcefully dragging her into the nearby sorghum field.,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.,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.。