My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver - Chapter 208

At the foot of the low mountain, the yellow bud rice field.

Although the harvest has been completed, the yellow bud rice plants are still green.

At this moment, accompanied by a buzzing sound like a bee flapping its wings.

A gray worm cloud fell into the yellow bud rice field.

Wherever he passed, the tough, stick-like plants suddenly turned into a patch of green, moist crumbs that fell to the ground.

The scent of green grass permeates the surrounding fields.

In the midst of the swarm, a man in his fifties in a black cloak

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