The irritable Demon Lord abducted the queen of Zerg

Suddenly, a torrential downpour came, and the rain mixed with ice particles splashed in.

Their world was suddenly so quiet that there was no sound, only the warmth of each other's bodies came to their hearts, and their heartbeats became chaotic.

Gradually, Yan Chong felt that the person in his arms relaxed his body, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

While closing the hatch, Yan Chong turned Wen Moer's body around, leaned over slightly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, "This time the potatoes should be broken, but the broken ones can also be regarded as Seeds? Just take a little longer."

"Raise your spirits, get some sleep, and wait until the rain stops." Yan Chong said as he scratched the tip of Wen Moer's reddish nose, speaking in a tone like coaxing a child.

Perhaps Yan Chong's attitude was too abnormal, or maybe his words were barely reasonable. Wen Moer stopped crying, and after thinking about it carefully, he finally felt that he was a bit ashamed just now, so he lowered his head and murmured, "Hmm." With a sound.

Yan Chong dragged Wen Moer back to the room.

Yan Chong didn't let go of Wen Moer's hand until he put him under the quilt.

At this time, Wen Moer was covered with the quilt, clutching the corner of the quilt, and stared blankly at Yan Chong beside the bed.

Yan Chong frowned slightly, and said with a smile, "What? Afraid? Want me to accompany you?"

Strange, this person can joke!

Wen Moer's eyes were wide open, and he shook his head quickly. After meeting Yan Chong's gaze that seemed to be a half-smile, he closed his eyes suddenly, his eyelashes trembling.

Yan Chong couldn't help but let out a chuckle when he saw it, but he didn't continue to be teasing. After laughing, he got up and went back to his bed.

Lying down, his eyes fell on the window glass where the rain was flowing beside the bed, and he looked at it quietly for a long time until he felt sleepy.

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In the morning, the sun gradually appeared.

The torrential rain stopped at some point, leaving behind a messy mess after being ravaged by the wind and rain.

Yan Chong woke up almost at dawn, he didn't wake up the sleeping Wen Moer, not only that, but also walked out of the room lightly, afraid of waking him up.

Perhaps, he was just afraid that Winmer would be sad when he saw the situation in the vegetable garden.

There are about seven or eight metal leaves scattered around the space station outside the house. Most of them are spread on the ground, and a few are inserted obliquely in the yellow mud. What a terrible hailstorm last night.

Yan Chong withdrew his gaze and walked straight to the vegetable garden, ignoring the criss-crossed leaves.

He had estimated the situation in the vegetable garden before, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still shocked.

Looking around at the tragic scene, he stood in a daze for a while, his eyes deep and cold.Everything is sad and regrettable, but what occupies his heart is more of a kind of ruthless anger and unwillingness towards wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Why, a sudden natural disaster can destroy their hard work for many days, but human beings, plants, animals, everything in the world is so small in front of nature.

In the past, Yan Chong fought against the sky and the earth, when did he ever give in once?However, at this moment, looking at the residual leaves mixed in the muddy water and the potatoes that had been beaten to pieces, he gradually felt a sense of powerlessness spontaneously.

I feel even more that what I said last night was deceiving that person.

These hail-battered potato roots could not be grown as seeds at all.

As for those buried deeper and undamaged, I don't know how many can be left.

Yan Chong has never been a negative character, he quickly cheered up, and he wanted to tidy up the vegetable garden before Wen Moer woke up.

He divided the potatoes in the field into three categories. One category has intact skins and can barely be harvested and stored. The other category still has leaves left and can be planted. The last category is cracked and damaged and cannot be stored for a long time.

For a while he didn't know what to do with these rotten potatoes, but he picked them up first and figured out what to do later.

He cleaned up the vegetable field much faster than usual, but unfortunately he still couldn't finish it all before Wenmer woke up.When he saw the man silently appearing in the vegetable field, he was stunned for a moment.

Such a tall body stood stiffly, moved his lips, but didn't know what to say.

He is not afraid of suffering or tiredness, but he is afraid of seeing someone's tears falling down, which is always disturbing.

However, Yan Chong did not expect that Wen Moer's performance was different from what he expected.He didn't cry or speak. He glanced lightly around the vegetable garden, then rolled up his trousers, took off his shoes, and stepped barefoot into the sticky yellow mud.

At first he didn't quite understand Yan Chong's method, but after observing the situation in the field, he soon understood Yan Chong's method of tidying the vegetable garden, so he divided the potatoes into different bags accordingly.

Yan Chong watched silently for a while, and after confirming that there was no problem, he felt relieved for the time being.

Afterwards, the two matched each other, and it was not until the afternoon that the vegetable field was sorted out.

The two simply boiled broken potatoes for lunch, and then began to sort out various debris scattered around the space station.Yan Chong was in charge of dragging the large metal leaves and stacking them aside, while Wen Moer was in charge of rearranging the small items that had been blown into a mess by the violent wind and rain.

Since the space station was built solidly at the beginning, the roof and outer walls did not suffer much damage. At most, the walls were covered with a lot of mud and sand, and when the sun came out to dry them, they would fall off in sevens and eighties.

It will be easier to tidy up at that time.

By three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them had barely tidied up their home.

Thanks to the strong water seepage ability of the yellow sandy ground, and the fact that the ground level of the space station is more than ten centimeters higher than the flat ground, the muddy water was not poured into the house, otherwise it would not be possible to clean it up in a while.

From this point of view, their living conditions here are actually not that bad.

Yan Chong thought about it for a second, and suggested to Wen Moer: "Let's go to Jianmingzhou to see."

Wen Moer opened his eyes slightly, showing a bit of surprise. It seemed that he just remembered that Jian Mingzhou was also affected by the disaster, and nodded repeatedly: "Yeah. We should hurry over to help, and their vegetable fields should also be seriously damaged. , That's right! There is still a house, brother Jian and the others still live in a wooden house. I'm afraid it's..."

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, Wen Moer patted the ashes on his body, and walked quickly to Yan Chong: "Then let's go there quickly!"

Yan Chong is not the kind of good person who is willing to help others. He just wants to know whether this ghostly weather is an accident or a natural law in a bad climate, so that he can take countermeasures later.

But seeing the kindness and innocence of the people around him, it was hard for him to express his dark thoughts, so he had to let Wen Moer drag him away.

After walking a few steps, I don't know what Yan Chong thought of, and suddenly stood still.

Like a statue exuding air-conditioning, Wen Moer tugged, but couldn't move at all, turned around immediately, and asked doubtfully, "Brother Chong?"

"Hmph!" Yan Chong exhaled through his nostrils, gave Wen Moer a slight look, then brushed his hand away, and strode forward by himself.

He was angry as soon as he said he was angry, and his uncertain appearance was simply confusing.

Wen Moer scratched his head, and the wind and sand brushed the broken hair on his forehead. He stared at Yan Chong's back for a long time, but he still didn't understand the reason why this man was wrong.

And Yan Chong, who went further away, saw that the little follower didn't catch up in time, and the boss was upset again, so he turned around suddenly and shouted angrily, "Aren't you going to help Brother Jian? Hurry up!"

Wenmer: "...huh?"