"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. 。,If things continue like this, men are very likely to die from excessive loss. We can't afford to delay any longer.,Thinking of this, Qiao Jing exerted herself, flipping the man over. 。 Zhan Qipei didn't expect the other party, who looked weak and frail, to have such strength. Could it be that he had overexerted himself and weakened "There's quiet over there!" The searcher heard the word "quiet" and rushed over with a cornstalk in his hand, appearing before Qiao Jing. 。"He's here! Kill him!" The masked assassin, holding a gun, was about to pull the trigger. 。。