"There are corn thieves..." 。After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jing followed the sound and walked over lightly. 。Walking and walking, I smelled a pungent fishy smell, and also saw drops dripping onto the corn leaves. 。Still very fresh. 。"Rustling—" The sound of corn being knocked down suddenly came from behind. 。,Just as Qiao Jing was about to yield and ram into the man's vital point, the man's low and husky voice suddenly rang in her ear. 。",If things continue like this, men are very likely to die from excessive loss. We can't afford to delay any longer.。