"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. 。,Hearing this, Qiao Jing understood. It turned out those people were hunting him. 。The air was filled with the scent of blood. A man, heavily wounded, stumbled under a heavy burden. His wounds bled profusely, his sweat and tears mixing and dripping onto Qiao Jing's... 。,If things continue like this, men are very likely to die from excessive loss. We can't afford to delay any longer.。