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The eagle-eyed man came this time, and there were not many potatoes left in the small warehouse.

And there are still ten days before the new batch of potatoes mature, Yan Chong calculated the remaining quantity and decided to reduce his appetite a little.

So at dinner that day, the potatoes in Yan Chong's bowl changed from the usual five to three, and Wen Moer's portion was not small, still three.

Wen Moer was sitting next to Yan Chong with a bowl in his hand, and when he saw the situation in his bowl, he immediately felt very uncomfortable, whether it was sad or uncomfortable.

Yan Chong looked nonchalantly, looking at the golden sunset glow in the sky, while eating potatoes, he chatted with Wen Moer one after another, and didn't care whether he answered or not.

"Your performance today was beyond my expectation." Yan Chong evoked a slight smile, looked into the distance, and reached out to rub Wen Moer's hair, "Actually, you are not that stupid."

Wen Moer muttered: "I was... not stupid."

The voice was not loud, but Yan Chong heard it, and his smile deepened, and he said loudly: "Yes, you are not stupid, but sometimes you are stupid..."

It's easy to bully at first glance, and people can't help being bullied.

Yan Chong didn't say the following words, just like reading silently.

Why do you want to hide this sentence?He didn't understand it himself.

"I am full."

At this moment, Yan Chong's bowl sank, and suddenly a large potato fell into it, which was still peeled.

He looked up suspiciously, only to see Wen Moer standing up, patting the ashes on his trouser legs, "I'm full, I can't eat anymore. You can eat."

After speaking, he smiled lightly, and without waiting for Yan Chong's reaction, he ran towards the small vegetable garden with the empty bowl in his arms.

Faster than ever, it disappeared in a flash.

The clouds in the sky were still roaming, Yan Chong looked sideways at the direction where Wen Moer left, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he felt his heart climb above the clouds, soft and warm.

Accompanied by Liu Yun, he picked up the extremely ordinary piece of potato, took a bite, chewed and swallowed slowly.

In a twinkling of an eye, there are still two days before the potatoes are ripe. Wen Moer has a temperament that can't hide things. He has been wandering around Yan Chong for a long time, with a powdery face and an uncontrollable joy.

"Brother Chong Chong... Tell me how many 'yams and potatoes' we can harvest this time, five bags, six bags... No, this time we planted more than last time..." Wen Moer kept talking while thinking , pulling Yan Chong's arm, "Do you think there can be ten bags? My God, ten bags!"

Yan Chong was so frightened that he let go of his hand, but fortunately he caught the falling wrench with his sharp eyes and quick hands.

Otherwise, if you hit someone's foot, when it's time to harvest, I'm afraid you can only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

"Don't make such a fuss!" Yan Chong gave Wen Moer a slap in the face, and his tone was not particularly harsh.

"Oh." Wen Moer rubbed his painful head, and then looked at the iron wrench shaking in Yan Chong's hand, only to realize that he had caused trouble just now, and moved away cowardly, "Then I won't bother you, I ...I'll go talk to the 'Potatoes' again."

Wen Moer's trotting figure quickly disappeared into a corner of the vegetable garden, Yan Chong looked away, and then smiled.

He thought, if they could really harvest ten sacks of potatoes, wouldn't they be about to become rich?

Who would have thought that the Lord of Wuya Palace, who once owned more than a dozen hills and countless treasures, would feel suddenly rich because he could harvest a few more bags of potatoes.

On the other side, after chatting with the potatoes, Wen Moer accidentally got a piece of news: it will rain tonight.

This is not a big deal, he told Yan Chong about the situation, and after Yan Chong turned on the rainwater storage device, the two fell asleep separately.

When the moon is in the middle of the sky, the night wind is flowing, and the earth is quiet and peaceful, only the fine sand rolled up by the breeze is like a scarf floating between the sky and the earth.

Both people in the room were in a deep sleep, and everything was the same as usual.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell from a high altitude and landed on the eaves, making a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, the metal sheets on the upper part of the space station roof made a series of beating sounds.

The frequency of rainstorms is not as dense as before, but the intensity is much greater.Finally, when there was another explosion-like loud noise, Wen Moer suddenly opened his eyes.

At this time, Yan Chong had turned over and sat up.

The sound of the raindrops hitting the ground outside the house was still hitting the eardrums densely. The two of them felt that the rainstorm was unusual. Yan Chong turned on the light and looked at Wen Moer, who showed a face of panic. The same, Wen Moer I also saw surprise in Yan Chong's eyes.

The two exchanged a look, each quickly put on their coats, and then went to the door of the space station together.

When they reached the door, the drum-like beating sound became more intense. At this moment, both of them understood that what was falling outside the house was not rain at all.

Wen Moer's shoulders trembled slightly: "...it's...it's hail, such a big hail."

Yan Chong frowned, pursed his lips, and nodded slightly in Wen Moer's trembling voice.

He had already seen through a side window that there was hail pouring down outside, hail that was bigger than eggs.

White, transparent, like glass beads falling from the sky, but these beads are not beautiful, they are assembled into an army, mercilessly attacking the yellow sand land, vegetation suffers, even if people are under the stone-like hail , I am afraid that he will also be beaten to death.

"Kangdang——" A piece of metal blade fell from the roof and just hit the open space outside the main entrance of the space station. Through the window, it was reflected in the eyes of Yan Chong and Wen Moer.

The ice stones did not let it go because of the damage to the metal leaf, and continued to beat its body sparingly. It didn't take long for the metal leaf to be covered with pits and pits.

But the two people in the room could only stand quietly in a safe place where there was no wind or rain, watching this scene helplessly.

Metal is like this, how can those potatoes that are about to mature escape such bad weather?

At this moment, the wind and rain suddenly hit the face, and even some flying ice stones hit Yan Chong's feet.

He was shocked, and immediately looked over in amazement, it turned out that it was Wen Moer who opened the hatch.

Seeing Wen Moer's tentative way forward, he actually wanted to rush into the hailstone.Seeing this, Yan Chong immediately grabbed his wrist and shouted loudly: "You don't want to die!"

Wen Moer couldn't care anymore, his pupils were red, and his body kept moving forward, desperately trying to break free from Yan Chong, as if he had changed into a different person.

This seemingly slender body unexpectedly exploded with astonishingly great strength at this moment, and Yan Chong almost couldn't hold him back.

And while struggling and pulling, Yan Chong accidentally stepped on a piece of ice particles, and almost slipped on the soles of his feet, causing Wen Moer to run out.

For a moment, his violent temper welled up in his heart, and he completely lost his patience. He opened his arms and simply imprisoned Wen Moer in his arms.

Ignoring Yan Chong's expression full of anger and helplessness at this time, this posture of holding Wen Moer's body from behind looks like a hug.

"If you move again, I'll...kill you." He said viciously, almost touching Wenmer's scalp.

Is this statement true or false?No one knows, but Yan Chong has secretly decided that if the person in front of him struggles again, he will knock him out!

After a brief silence, there was a sobbing sound accompanied by the sound of "ping pong pong pong" and hail, which showed that the crying was not small.

"I'm not moving...but they're all...crying!" Wen Moer burst into tears, like raindrops, dripping on Yan Chong's arms, warm, but quickly overwhelmed by the wind and rain outside the house It's blowing cold.

"Am I supposed to just be here...and watch them being killed by the hail?...they're crying for help...begging me to save them..."

"Yan Chong, let me go..."

In his crying, Yan Chong felt a tremor in his heart.

It stands to reason that according to Yan Chong's way of training and training his subordinates, he should let go of Wen Moer and let him go out and make a difference.

Even if his head would bleed, even if he would lose half his life because of it.

However, after a long time, or only a few minutes, Yan Chong still stood silently, without loosening his arms.

The broken hair on his forehead cast a dark shadow, making it impossible to see his emotions clearly.

After a moment of silence, Yan Chong sighed softly, and said softly: "They will always die. It is a natural law to grow up and be eaten by others... Aren't we planning to harvest them?"

Yan Chong's way of comforting people is always so unique.

"No." Wen Moer shook his head and murmured, "This is different... different..."

The soft hair on the side of the ear brushed Yan Chong's chin, itching a little, he turned his head slightly.

"I know it's different, but..." Yan Chong took a deep breath, and the scent of roses after the rain poured into his nostrils.

As if the smell had taken over his soul, he murmured ghostly: "You care about them, you worry about them. But...you know, I worry about you too."

"...Xiao Mo, I am very worried about you."

Thinking of your pitiful injury, I feel like my heart is being pulled.

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