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.,Meng Yao's face flushed red, to the point of suffocation. Later, her pupils gradually became dilated and lost their sparkle and vitality.,A sharp pain struck, and Wang Xi Shun couldn't bear it. He clutched his hand and let out a pig-like squeal on the spot.。